#and he started to chat with me when i dropped into the learning commons

[luimagines]

Oh Captain, My Captain

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They asked for FD Warrior who gets seperated from Reader. They paid for the biggest option on my ko-fi and thus... I present this 11 page ditty. :D

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When Link had joined the group he wasn’t sure what to think of it at first. He had thought this battle would have been similar to the first. He was already familiar with portals and seeing heroes of the past. 

He had already known the Sailor. He was a little bit older than when they last met. He was growing from a boy into a fine young man. That had calmed Link nerves somewhat. He wasn’t in a group of total strangers.

When they had first met, they had all quickly learned that their given name, Link, wasn’t going to work. They would have quickly lost track of who was talking to who and for what.

They had dubbed him The Captain after he had given a general run down of his occupation and his reason for being there. When he had given his title however, there were a few strange stares. No one other than the sailor seemed to know who the Hero of Warriors was. So he tried other names. Hero of Eras. Hero of the War of Eras. Nothing seemed to ring for the lot of them.

The oldest, someone who commanded respect, looked at him for a while longer than he was comfortable with. He couldn’t figure it out for the longest time.

Until he pulled out that accursed mask.

Warrior, as he’s slowly become accustomed to being called, recognized it on sight. His heart stopped and dropped through the crust of the earth. He’s ashamed to admit the amount looks sent the hero’s way afterwards.

The Old Man singled him out after a while and took him aside for a chat. At first, Warrior felt argumentative. He had asked, no, demanded the older hero, none to gently, for the reason that he had that mask.

Ever patient, Time pulled it out and looked at it. He had asked Warrior instead how the other knew about it.

There was a beat of tense silence.

“I once met a boy.” Warrior admits. “He carried that mask religiously. Used it without reservation. The power was breathtaking. It was never meant for him but he wouldn’t allow anyone other than me to so much as touch it.”

Warrior looked back to him, willing the other to be cooperative. Now that he’s seeing them side by side, the war paint on the side of Time’s face is strikingly familiar. He had thought they were interesting tattoos, not wanting to jump to conclusions at first. But there’s no denying it now. Warrior flexes his jaw and glares at the older man. “I’m sure you already know what I’m talking about.”

Time presses his lips in a thin line and nods subtly. “I’m not surprised you remember as much as you do. The most that I remember was that your singing voice left much to be desired.”

He smirks.

Warrior furrows his brows. What does that have to do with anything? He keeps staring. And staring. And staring.

It clicks.

“You brat.”

The conversation was less tense after that.

The mission was steadily following progress and they felt as if they were getting closer to their goal each and every day. Warrior felt confident with this group and the young men that he felt were his brothers.

Then they hit another bump in the road. Almost literally.

They had found you on the side of the road, unconscious and bloody but alive. Warrior was quick to start barking orders. Between the potions, the bandages and minor stitches, they had managed to patch you up but had yet to wake up at all.

The next town was still a few days' journey away. 

Warrior took over watching over you as the others went their way to set up the camp.

He wasn’t a stranger to injuries. He wasn’t a stranger to blood. He wasn’t a stranger to casualties of war.

But he never had to personally deal with civilian casualties.

He knew they happened. Warrior wasn’t about to fool himself into thinking this wasn’t a common place with violence. But he could see the way you dressed. They were tattered with the attack you clearly went through, but there weren’t enough defensive layers, you weren’t wearing any armor. It was a simple cloth covering and that was it. Decorated, naturally, that showed a small light to the culture you belonged to but that was the extent of it.

It was interesting. Warrior hadn’t seen anything like it.

Warrior watched the fire, taking the first watch by silent admission that he wasn’t going to move from that spot whatsoever. He adjusted the bandages on your head and moved the blanket to properly cover your shoulders as you slept.

When everyone had more or less fallen asleep already, you blinked your eyes open and started looking around. Warrior put a hand on your collar bone. He was gentle. He wasn’t sure if you had any hidden bruises. “Easy. You’re safe.”

Your breath hitched and he could feel your heart rate go up from under his palm. “Wh-where am I? Who are you?”

Warrior took a deep breath. “My name is Link, but call me Captain or Warrior, please. You’re not that far off from where we found you. The town is still too far away to make it in a single day. What’s your name?”

You tell him and gulp down the little spit that you have. Slowly, it appears that you’re becoming more aware of your surroundings. You can see that you’re still outside and that the darkness is merely because it’s night time. You turn your head and look at the group around you. You can see the boys and how they’re sleeping.

“Who are you people?” You whisper, looking back to him. “Why are there so many of you?”

Warrior smiles tensely. “We’re traveling… mercenaries. We fight the monsters that threaten the safety of the people. You’ll be safe with us.”

You nod, calming down significantly. You didn’t seem to pick up on the magical items they had out in the open or their seemingly too young members of the group. It must be too hard to see them in the dark… Either that or your injuries merely helped to mask the young faces that were still reflecting in the firelight. No matter, he wasn’t going to promote the idea that your life was in the hands of children.

That could wait until the morning when you were feeling a little stronger. Hopefully.

You fell asleep soon after that.

Warrior took it upon himself to watch after you from that point on. Sure, he wasn’t the most skilled medic on the field but he wasn’t about to burden the others with even more responsibility than they were already dealing with. He helped you keep up with the group and he took care of your injuries as it was.

You had told them that you were lost and you were attacked by a large monster that you had never seen before. You had told the group that it was large and pure black with the beadiest red eyes you had ever seen.

Naturally, that was of great interest to the group. However, they couldn’t decide if that meant there was a target on your back or you a mere victim of circumstance. It wouldn’t have done them any good if they were to leave you at the next town. If you were merely attacked from being at the wrong place at the wrong time then it would have been just as well and they would have been on their merry way.  If you were attacked for a target on your back, then no one was willing to leave you to your own devices.

Warrior was one of the first to keep you from fighting since you still had to recover from your injuries but once you were back on your own two feet- he realized just as quickly as the others- that you couldn't fight.

Something clicked in Warrior’s mind then. 

Something he wasn’t sure that would have been awakened as it did. It was a familiar feeling when he remembered the little boy with that accursed mask but there was a major difference here.

With the boy, who was no longer a boy, he already knew how to fight. He had weapons. He had magic. He had experience. The boy was an incredible fighter. Even if Warrior didn’t want him to be there, there was no doubt in his mind that the boy could take care of himself.

You couldn’t take care of yourself.

The thought terrified him.

At least you had gotten comfortable with the group. It had taken a while, no doubt but Wind had made it his personal mission to become your new best friend. From there, Warrior was able to stay close and do his job of taking care of you. With Warrior staying near, Twilight was able to get past your barriers, closely followed by Time. Little by little, everyone was able to befriend you and it was as if you belonged among them.

Warrior had managed to calm himself down from his earlier panic and let go of the need to hover over you for your safety.

But that didn’t stop the minor wrinkles to his plan.

They were still attacked. They still had to fight. The battle hadn’t ended just because you had joined them on their mission.

You had to run every time and hide. They would take care of business and then everyone would regroup at the end. You had helped with cooking and with patching them up when needed but there was always the wave of relief when Warrior had come back to the others and there wasn’t a single scratch on you.

“Hey.” You walked up to him one day, bandages in hand with an unreadable expression on your face. “Your turn.”

Warrior looked up from where he was biting the tourniquet tighter on his arm. He dropped it pathetically and looked away. Shame, crawled up his back and he shook his head. “Wild took a hit to the head. It’ll be better if you would check up on him first. I’ll be fine.”

Your expression turned deadpanned. “He already has three people looking after him. And you’re clearly struggling to get that yourself.”

“I’m fine.” He bit it again and pulled to tighten it once more.

The cut on his forearm wept the blood pathetically. Turnikit was doing its job well enough, but Warrior wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to put the stitches in himself if his dominant hand was out of the question.

You threw the bandages at his head, catching them before they hit the ground. “Idiot.”

You sat down next to him and took his arm in yours. “You’re always looking after everyone. Myself included. How you haven’t dropped dead yet, I’d never know.”

Warrior growls, feeling the pain come up from the movement on his arm. He bites on his own tongue- something he knows better than to do. “I’m fine. I’m used to it.”

“You’re going to drop dead.” You glare at the cut on his arm, already pulling out the thread and needle. “We have to stop the bleeding first. Hold on.”

Warrior growls, letting you do as you please. As much as his instincts are telling him to not let you do it- there’s something intimately primal telling him that if it had to be anyone, you’re the best option.

He feels his heart start to beat a little fast as you get closer to him, tending to his injury with such care- his spit gets stuck in the middle of his throat.

When the needle comes close to his skin, he looks away and brings his scarf up to take a large bite. You don’t once look up at him. All your attention is on your work in front of you and in making sure the job is done right. Which is strange, he isn’t entirely sure when you learned how to do all of this.

“There.” You pull away and start to wrap up the injury with the bandages. “We’ll have to take those out in a few days, but you should be all set to go. Take it easy in the meantime, ok?”

“And if we get attacked again?” Warrior mutters, watching your hands. They look entirely unblemished. Not a single piece of evidence that you’ve lived a life of violence. He had the sudden urge to reach out and study them.

You shrug. “I’ll take you with me and we can both hide together. But I won’t let you fight until you’re all better.”

Something twitches in his chest and his eyes trail up your arm, landing on the slope of your neck and your jaw line. You look up at him and smile. Warrior is suddenly struck dumb by the look. The firelight accentuates the lines of your face and the slope of your nose and the crinkle around your eyes. It wasn’t a smile that stretched from ear to ear but it was perfect enough for him to suddenly notice how breathtaking you were. And your eyes- were they always that shade-?

“You kept me from a lot of the violence when I first joined the group. You tried your hardest to make me feel comfortable even though we both know that I’m the outlier here.” You say softly, tying off the bandage at last. “You’ve been good to me. I’ve never thanked you for it.”

Warrior lets the moment settle. He realizes belatedly that he should respond with something. He looks back down to his arm, gently taking it away from you now that you’ve helped him out. It’s an awkward movement. He doesn’t actually want to do it. “...It was my pleasure.”

You smile and put your hand on his shoulder, stepping away at last to regroup with the others.

Warrior can feel that something has changed in his head. He’s always been considerate of you… he knows that. But suddenly the thought of your touch sends his heart into a frenzy.

He lets the moment pass and he never brings it up with you again.

You seem unbothered. You checked up with his injury and his attitude and seemed to hover over him just as much as he hovered over you when you first joined.

He has to admit. He likes the attention. He liked the quiet conversations. He liked the minor brushes of your hands as you walked. A leaf once fell on your hair and he brushed away. He’s never felt something so soft.

Little by little, Warrior started to want to spend more time with you. He wanted to see you smile again. He wanted to hear you laugh more. He just wanted to stay close to you.

He wasn’t sure if you thought of him at all. But he found you fascinating. He felt as if he could stare at you for hours and never tire of it. Warrior knew better than that though. He wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable after all this time because he didn’t know how to control himself.

It just so happened that it was one of these times, where you both were simply walking and talking together that there was another attack.

His arm had long since healed, but it still twisted strangely when he moved it a certain way. He still had yet to work up the strength to get back to where he was.

On instinct, he wrapped his arms around you and pushed you to the dirt. He strapped on his shield and held it over his head as the familiar sounds of arrows flying through the air landed around you all. 

You had yelped at his sudden movement, throwing your arms over your head. When the initial attack died down and the waves of monsters started to emerge from the tree line, Warrior grabbed you by the back of your shirt and hauled you back to your feet. He pushed you in the opposite direction and took out his sword. “Go! Run!”

You didn’t have to be told twice.

He’s not sure what came over him that day but he found himself fighting twice as hard as he usually does. He felt furious.

He can’t figure out why.

Warrior can feel his injured arm yell at him for the force he’s putting behind his strikes but that isn’t enough to convince himself to hold back even remotely.

This fight is different.

The monsters may not be black blooded but they’re fiercer than they’ve gotten used to. The amount of monsters is nothing to scoff at.  The boys give it their all to fight them back and destroy them all but they find themselves overwhelmed.

First, Hyrule had taken a slash across the leg which sent the nearby monsters into a further frenzy. Wild had jumped in to help his brother in arms and fight the monsters off of his back. Twilight had joined shortly as The Champion led Hyrule out of the area. But that did nothing to calm down the monsters.

Legend had tapped out of his magic within moments and stood side by side with Sky- but they were both losing steam.

Wind and Time were trapped between a circle of monsters that attacked them mercilessly. Time was already sporting a head injury while Wind held his arm back in obvious pain. Four had used the ability of his sword to help them out in the meantime but that left them all distracted.

Warrior had jumped in to help Twilight with the rabid beasts before an explosion was set off in the same direction that Time and Wind were in. Panic instantly struck Warrior's heart. He struck down the monster in front of him and ran to the area once more, abandoning Twilight to his own devices.

Time was face down in the dirt and Wind was pushing himself back up with a broken arm. He runs to Time and pushes him over. He’s alive, but unconscious.

Twilight yells in the distance as he’s pushed back and cut from the monster surrounding them and he can hear Legend yelling at Sky to get out of the area to catch his breath.

A familiar mask appears in the corner of his eye.

He grabs it without a second thought but doesn’t put it on.

A voice in the back of his head is screaming at him to leave it alone but when he sees Four’s literally begin to fall as well, he knows that they’re in over their heads. Wind gets to his feet but his arm is hindering from fighting any more. Time is unresponsive. Hyrule is a current liability for reasons he’s not sure why. Twilight is about to go down. Wild hasn’t returned yet and Legend and Sky aren’t going to last much longer.

The monsters close in on them and somewhere, Warrior hears you scream. A second passes and you scream for him.

“WARRIOR!!!”

His blood runs cold and he looks down at the beckoning mask.

He puts it on.

Warrior can feel his mind go blank and his body begins to move on its own. Someone else is in control but he doesn’t feel afraid. He’s not remotely concerned. Somehow, this feels natural. A common goal is shared.

He fails to fully comprehend the massacre in the battle that followed.

The monsters drop like flies.

He’s distantly aware that he’s bigger than he usually is and that the sword in use is not his own white sword. White braided hair flies over his shoulder from time to time as he moves. His arm is no longer bothering him. 

He saves Twilight first, quickly fending off the monsters that push in on Sky and Legend. Legend stares at him with nothing short of shock and awe. Sky is too busy falling to knees in a coughing fit to figure it out. Wild comes out the woodwork at last, jumping it on the back of an elk to charge at the monsters around Four. 

He decides to not question it.

Time and Wind are quickly escorted out of the area. Although Wind cannot do much to help as it is, he promises to watch over Time as Warrior gently places him against a tree. He doesn’t seem too surprised that Warrior had made this decision.

The Captain hopes Time can forgive him for this.

With the immediate more or less taken care of, Warrior sprints in the direction of your call. He’s praying he’s not too late. A sense of calm soothes him although his first reaction is to reject it. You’re not a fighter, he seems to remind “himself”. You had to run. You had to hide. And you screamed for him to come for you.

He’s back at the last place he saw you before he knew it. Your tracks are still there. They’re still fresh, naturally. He looks at the direction they took off in and follows them. 

Distantly, he can hear the grunts and squeals of the monsters ahead and b-lines toward them instead.

He makes it there at once in his larger form and destroys them without a second thought. A beat passes and he scans the area for you. But he finds nothing.

A deep growl escapes him. He’s not used to the sound, nor does it sound like his voice, but it feels right. 

Where are you? He looks at the ground for more tracks. The dirt is too kicked up to make them out anything from a first glance, so he squats down to look carefully for any hints to what could be there.

He’s no hunter, but it’s not the first time he’s had to track down persons of interest. He puts his palm to the dirt and looks closer. He sees the familiar lines of your shoe- a single footprint.

You went off to the right.

He heads in that direction as well.

The forest is quiet now.

He hasn’t heard any monster sounds since he’s destroyed the ones in the local area and the sounds of the battle behind him have also quieted down.

He has yet to take account of where Hyrule went but you take precedence.

He walks quietly, straining his ears to hear anything other than breeze shuffling the leaves above him. His footsteps are muffled but he steps on a twig.

A gasp.

His head snaps in that direction and he waits.

Silence follows suit.

He waits.

And waits.

He says your name, once, and stalks in the direction of the sound.

Warrior makes another calculated sound, searching for any sort of reaction that wouldn't have belonged to the forest otherwise. Said forest is silent around him, as if it knows of the strange change that occurred to him. He knows not how the forest knows- only that the forest is correct.

“Link?” A small voice calls from his left. 

Warrior snaps his head in that direction and takes two steps. He proves a point to make more sound so that you know that he’s approaching you. Another gasp but no evidence of your presence. He can only assume that you’re still hiding. You’ve had plenty of practice at this point. The fact that he still can’t see is a testament to your new skill. Pride surges through him. It’s incredible. A very talented feat indeed.

“Oh Captain…” Your quiet voice laments.

Slowly, you emerge from the treeline and begin to approach him. Your footsteps are small and your hands are clasped in front of your chest. You’re looking up at him with clear fear in your eyes but you still bravely make your way toward him.

You’re a lot smaller than he thought you would be. He must be bigger than he originally assumed he was. He drops a knee and tries to make himself as peaceful and approachable as possible.

As you study the change he’s no doubt gone through, he’s also looking over you.

He’s looking for any possible injuries that may have befallen you in the very short time you’ve spent apart. Your pants have been torn and there’s a little blood on your hand. There’s mud on your face and on your shirt but the blood sticks out to him the most. He searches for anything else that might jump out to him but he always returns to that little speck of blood. Rage fills him from the core to the brim but he stays silent. The only hint that he may be feeling anything at all is the way his jaw flexes as the sight of you.

There doesn’t seem to be anything else of interest aside from your mused hair. It would have been cuter had it not been for the context surrounding it. You reach out and tug on a hanging cloth from his shoulder. It falls from his shoulder and covers a bit of his front. It’s a familiar bright blue but the gold trimming and embroidery around the edge is new.

Tears suddenly spring up in your eyes and you begin to shake.

Warrior reaches to wipe the tears away but you flinch away from him. He freezes.

“Please…” You whimper. “Don’t do this.”

His heart flutters in the worst way possible. It sinks and bobs uncomfortably in his chest.

A sorrowful but accepting feeling passes over him. This is more or less what he should have expected. It’s just a shame you’ve already reached this point as it is. Still- the job had been completed. The mask, he supposes, is no longer needed.

He reaches up to his face hesitantly and feels a small divot on his jaw. He hooks his thumb behind it and pushes against it. It’s a strange and disorienting feeling as the magic is ripped away from him.

Warrior finds himself back on his feet but it’s as if he’s broken the surface after swimming for long under the water. He gasps and his head feels light. The shock of the transformation leaves him coughing and disoriented. He can feel the world go sideways. Warrior doesn’t even register that he’s closed his eyes in the middle of it all.

Hands land on his arms and steady him before he lurches forward. 

“...My Captain…” You say and pull him for a hug. “I was so afraid.”

He lulls his head to the side, resting it in the crook of your neck and hugs you back. 

“I’m sorry…” He says as he clears his throat. Warrior can already feel his sense returning. His arm is already screaming at him for the mistreatment. He doubts he’ll be able to use it at all tomorrow. “I heard you scream… and we needed backup… I panicked.”

You sniffle. Warrior holds you tighter and runs his hand (not on the injured arm) over your head and through your hair. Droplets of water start to hit his neck and Warrior starts to get choked up.

He takes a deep breath and pulls away from you. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head.

“Liar.” He whispers and pulls your hand up. It’s a small skin abrasion. He’s not entirely sure why he locked onto it so much with the mask on. This is ignorable at best- but it felt as if you had been cut or stabbed.

He kisses your hand anyway, being gentle to avoid the sight of the injury. “I thought I had lost you.”

You shake your head but fail to speak more. He tugs you back to where he knows he’s left most of the group. He holds your hand close and keeps you practically glued to his side. His eyes search high and low for any other threat that might be hiding among the trees- but nothing else comes out to attack the two of you.

The supplies that were dropped are quickly searched through. He wants to give you a health potion but the others are in much worse shape. You don’t seem to know any better about the well being of the others in the group. You’re still anxious and frazzled from the initial attack.

Little by little the group reforms and they stock the casualties. Health potions are split amongst those who need them the most. One is fed to Time, seeing as he still has yet to wake up. 

Warrior returns the mask to its original holder and slot with little fanfare. He’s not looking toward the conversation that no doubt will follow once the others fill the Old Man in about recent events.

Wild, being the champion he is, was quick to make more potions once the original supply had run dry. You jumped into action without a second thought as the boys slowly filed in one by one.

Other than himself, Wild is the only one with the least injuries. Sky is next- with only his lack of air taking him down for the count this time around. The rest must be tended to one way or another.

Slowly, as to not arouse suspicion, Warrior breaks away from the group and finds a quiet corner where he could process what he’s done alone.

You appear next to him within moments.

“...Link?...”

Warrior freezes. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard you say his name. He gulps and bites the inside of his lip. He’s afraid to face you. He’s not brave enough. “...yes?...”

You squat down and put a hand on his shoulder. “I know that wasn’t easy… But thank you… for everything.”

He nods, keeping a hand on half of his face to try and hide what he can from you.

You kiss his open cheek and his head snaps to you with shock and awe. Your earlier words when he took off the mask slammed into the forefront of his mind.

You smile and stand up. “I’ll wait for you.”

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #lu x reader #lu warrior

[daisiescomelate]

Hi I don't know if your requests are open or who you write for, but if you write for Shinsou can I get a Shinsou in love headcanon list? ♡

Hello!! I've never written Shinsou before but I'll try :3 It's a little bit longer than the post about Katsuki in love but I hope you like it ❤️

A/N: Shinsou always striked me as an overthinker.

💜 Shinsou in love is very self aware. He was quick to admit to himself that you were his type since the moment he saw you from a distance, and even if it made him feel troubled, he noticed pretty much immediately when those feelings started to develop as something else, something more.

💜 Shinsou in love had never approached someone he liked before so he was kind of awkward the whole time until he decided there was nothing else he could do other than gather some courage and tap on your shoulder to just say whatever.

💜 Shinsou in love made a total of two attempts to strike a conversation with you, but because you didn’t completely understand how his quirk worked you got caught by it almost instantly both times. It was too embarrassing for him, embarrassing to the point he didn’t want to risk it again a third time; and to make things worse, it made him fall a little bit self conscious about his quirk like in the old times.

💜 Shinsou in love who dropped any thoughts of ever going to get anywhere with you because of this issue, and decided to let his crush die with time.

💜 Shinsou in love who never expected to be the type to experience a pinch in his heart when seeing his crush from afar.

💜 Shinsou in love who after a few months thought of a different approach because giving up so soon seemed a bit lame. He came up with the idea of getting closer to you by trying to get along with the people who were usually around you and with whom he didn’t mind messing up with. He failed. He had never been the popular type, anyways –people were usually scared of him for being the quiet, serious guy with the bad attitude.

💜 Shinsou in love who called it quits and told himself this wasn’t that big of a deal.

💜 Shinsou in love who eventually stopped checking social media as often as he usually did because you kept popping out on his feed. He didn’t want to block you or unfollow you because he didn’t want you to get the wrong idea. He got a new hobby instead, doing crafts. He wasn’t that good at it either to be honest, but he needed something to kill time –and to keep his mind busy, distract himself.

💜 Shinsou in love who began to avoid places you usually frequented because any progress he felt he made about overcoming his crush shattered the moment he saw you somewhere.

💜 Shinsou in love who accidentally made friends with someone you knew on a random day. He found out when that person introduced you to him during a friend’s night out and he couldn't believe his luck.

💜 Shinsou in love whose heart squeezed and whose stomach did a little flip when after a few outs together he realized you had learn about how to communicate with him without falling for his quirk. He suspected your common friend taught you how, after noticing the way Shinso went quiet around you not to set you up by accident.

💜 Shinsou in love who made his best to keep his face from showing what finally being able to have silly, random conversations with you did to him.

💜 Shinsou in love whose number you got from the group chat and you messaged once to send him a video you talked about to him during lunch.

💜 Shinsou in love who, despite himself, since then tried to come up with endless excuses to keep texting you in your private chat.

💜 Shinsou in love who at last found himself staring at his ceiling at three in the morning on a random thursday, his phone screen lighting up the dark of his room. He had realized what he felt for you was beyond a crush after he caught himself rereading for the third time the texts you two had been sending to each other until late hours of the night, when it became too hard for you to stay up and you had to apologize to go to bed.

💜 Shinsou in love who felt his chest hurt, laying on his bed and covering his eyes with both hands, trying to think how to get himself out of this mess. What hunted him the most was the fact that you were as nice and dedicated to everyone as you were to him. It was quite obvious to him that you just saw him as a friend.

💜 Shinsou in love that couldn’t think of confessing without feeling like he was overstepping and putting you into an awkward position.

💜 Shinsou in love who tried once again to swallow his feelings but started to feel suffocated by them.

💜 Shinsou in love who never expected to be this kind of a coward.

💜 Shinsou in love who stood up, turned his nightlight on and grabbed pen and paper, and told himself to just ‘get it over with’.

💜 Shinsou in love who wrote his confession in the form of an apology and put it on his pocket. He told himself he had one week to give this to you because if he kept delaying this whole deal there was no way his feelings wouldn’t eventually mess with your friendship.

💜 Shinsou in love who gave you the letter feeling like an idiot one night outside of a restaurant after having dinner with your group of friends. As he handed it over, he told you that if you decided not to bring up the letter after that night he would know what it meant, and would do his best not to ever mention it again either.

💜 Shinsou in love who got startled when you suddenly jumped to hug him without even looking at the letter. You knew exactly what it said without reading it because of the way he avoided your eyes while he handed it to you, and because you felt exactly the same way.

💜 Shinsou in love who after his initial shock hugged you back and buried his nose on your neck.

💜 Shinsou in love who got just a tiny bit emotional about it but will forever deny it.

#bnha #drabble #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #🧁-- drabble #x reader #request

[miasmaghoul]

Aurora sitting sidesaddle in Rain's lap in the common room, looking casual as anything, but there's a blanket over the both of them because she has her skirt hiked up around her hips and Rain buried inside her. Idly chatting with Cumulus about nothing important, the others milling around, easy as can be - but Rain has his face smushed into her curls.

He was fine for a while - a long while, honestly - but he's been inside her for so long now, gone from hard to soft and back again, and he's just so warm and sensitive and he can feel how much pre he's leaking and how much more slippery she is inside than usual and it's driving him insane. He just wants to drag her to his chest, grip the backs of her knees and spread her wide so everyone can see how wet and red his cock has gotten and what he's going to do about it.

Aurora squeezes around him and Rain huffs into her hair. She slings an arm around his neck with a satisfied little giggle, pulls away just enough to see how dazed and pink Rain's face has gone. It shifts the angle of his cock just enough to make her gasp, enough to make Rain's stomach clench, and Aurora sounds far too pleased when she hums and leans in to kiss the tip of his nose.

"I think that's enough," she sighs, sounding the tiniest bit put upon. Pouty. Like Rain hasn't been able to feel her wiggle and clench and pulse for who knows how long now. He wonders how quickly she'll cum when he finally gets to really have her, and just the thought of her clamping down like that makes his balls draw up. "Have you learned your lesson about stealing my perfume?"

Aurora gives her hips a much more obvious roll and Rain jolts, eyes flying open when the move jostles their blanket and reminds him where they are. He rushes to still her before he makes a truly unfortunate noise, but -

"Where -"

"They all went to bed," Aurora giggles as Rain takes in the now-empty state of the common room.

"When -"

"Fifteen minutes ago. I was starting to think you'd never notice, so I figured I'd give you a little -"

The ghouletts squeezes around him and Rain makes a delightful choking sound.

"- encouragement," she finishes, and while some part of Rain knows he should try to hold in his whimper, every drop of blood in his body has long since abandoned his brain.

"Now," Aurora chirps, and now that his eyes are open Rain can see the gorgeous rosy flush that's fallen right down her throat, "what do you have to say about being greedy and taking my things?"

"'m sorry," Rain rasps immediately, almost before she's finished asking the question. It's the thing he'd been refusing to say since Aurora took her seat, swearing he could long outlast her. He groans when thin fingers snake up the back of his neck, long nails ticklish against his scalp. "I - I'm sorry, Ro, I -" Rain cuts himself off with a distressed moan when she turns to put her back to his chest. He simply has to grab her hips and grind, and it's nearly enough to make him spill.

"I'm sure you are," she tuts, tossing their blanket to the side. Rain finds himself suddenly engulfed in the scent of her, an overwhelming thing that makes his cock flex and unholy fuck she's so slick inside. "Don't worry, though," Aurora purrs, gathering her skirt in one hand and gripping Rain's knee with the other, "I know just how you can make it up to me."

She pushes herself up and Rain could howl at the feel of it, at how cold the air is when it hits his torturesd flesh, but the only sound he can manage is a gorgeous, pained whine. Because when Aurora stands, she bends, and when she bends it's with her milky thighs spread and her pretty pink cunt on stunning display. She even reaches back to open herself up for him, and as he watches a flood of their combined excitement pour from her open hole Rain thinks never sees anything again in his life he won't mind.

It's on autopilot that he reaches out to cup her mound, grunting at the swollen heat of her against he clammy palm. Aurora gasps, looks over her shoulder with an eyebrow raised.

"What are you -"

"Keep it in," he huffs, hardly more than a whisper. "Can -" Rain swallows hard, his other hand drifting up to palm his balls in search of the tiniest bit of relief. He peers up at the little ghoulette with glassy eyes that make her clit thob against his hand. "- can you keep me inside you? Please?"

"Don't I always?" Aurora reaches back and tugs Rain's wrist, and Rain has to close his eyes lest he bury his face in her and cum all over the floor. "I just had to make room," she explains, and he cracks an eye open anyway. Finds her pulling her skirt down over her pert ass, a relief and a shame all in one.

"Make...room?" He feels unbelievably stupid right now, something he's not all that used to, but then Aurora's stepping between his legs and cupping his hot cheeks and the serene smile on he face belies the bottomless lust in her gaze.

"For the real thing," she explains, and Rain hurts. "You're giving me every drop you've got tonight, raincloud," Aurora coos, leaning down to knock their horns together. She gives him a wink before she backs away, sauntering towards the doorway with their slick trailing down her thighs. "You're not the only one that's greedy."

She blows him a kiss before she vanishes around the doorframe, sends it on a warm puff of air that hits the corner of his mouth, and Rain doesn't even bother to put his cock away before he stumbles after her.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #rain ghoul #aurora ghoulette #rain/aurora #rain x aurora #idk what this is but uhhhhh enjoy anyway i guess

[atinylittlepain]

Apothecary - Chapter Five

joel miller x witchy!reader

series masterlist

she and joel try to figure out their new normal. will her upside-down world be too much for him to handle?

warnings | 18+ smut-adjacent, significant angst, mentions of pregnancy (not what you think), feelings

word count (since someone asked lmao): 5.8K

a/n | we are entering turbulent waters, my darlings. but remember, i promised you a happy ending, and a happy ending you shall get. just, not yet. as always, i love to hear from you about what you think of the chapter, drop me a message and let's chat <3

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“Dead man walking at three o’clock, boys.” “Watch out, whatever she’s got working on Miller might rub off on you if you get too close to him.” 

“Just a matter of time now, don’t you think?” “Better him than me. I like coming home alive, thank you very much. Miller can have her.” 

The folks talking at the stables are lucky that Joel couldn’t give less of a fuck about what they have to say. He’s got better things to focus on. As the summer has slipped into those long languid days before the first snaps of fall, it’s become common knowledge around town that Joel Miller is the witch’s man. And he couldn’t be more pleased about it. 

The men place wagers on when he’ll wind up dead, and the women, well, they’ve got a different look in their eyes when he comes around now that he’s so clearly caught the attention of the resident witch. But it’s all just noise to Joel, who is completely and unequivocally wrapped up in his woman.  

Tommy has cut down his patrol shifts, and Joel knows it’s because of his brother’s own little superstitious streak, though he’d never admit it to him. But Joel doesn’t mind spending more time working the stables, not when she comes around at midday in between her rounds, sharing her lunch with him, and a little sweetness, before bounding off to wherever she’s needed next. 

He’s learning more about her everyday. What’s true, and what’s baseless rumor. Just the other day, he had witnessed for himself her strange communication with animals when she had calmed a bolting horse with a light palm and a few murmured words, the mare tilting its head at her like it was listening to what she had to say. When she had turned back around to Joel after leading the horse into the stables, she offered him a smile and a shrug. Another truth.

They’ve made a little routine around each other, something he didn’t think he’d ever get again in this world, and he fucking adores it. Today is no different, when the sun starts to drip low in the sky and he’s finally finished shoeing a particularly skittish horse, he heads off from the stables toward her shop to pick up his girls. That’s the other thing, she looks out for Ellie, and Ellie thinks she’s “the fucking coolest.” Joel can’t help but feel like he won the damn lottery every time he steps into her shop and finds them laughing and talking easily in the back.

“Wait, wait, I’ve got a good one for you today.”

“Alright, let’s hear it.”

“What do you call witches who live together?”

“I don’t know, tell me.”

“Broom-mates!” 

“Kid, that one is bad, even for you.” Both she and Ellie whip around from where they had been chatting in the backroom of her shop when they hear his grumbled words. Ellie scoffs.

“What? It’s topical.” She snorts at Ellie’s response, nudging her as she wipes her hands off on a rag.

“It was ok. A little culturally insensitive though. That whole riding around on brooms thing is a total myth.” Ellie’s eyebrows shoot up her forehead at that, and she laughs at the girl’s expression, stepping around her to pad over to Joel.

“Hey there, handsome. Quitting time?” It still catches him off guard sometimes, how easily she slips her arms over his shoulders, leaning in for a quick kiss, calling him handsome, though he can still hear Ellie making gagging noises over the ringing in his ears. 

“Mmhmm, yep, yes ma’am. You ready to go?” She smiles, getting ready to answer him and being abruptly cut off by a sharp mroowww. He’s already expecting it, little paws clawing up his pants leg, a less welcomed development that has recently emerged as Stevie seems to take every chance she gets to make Joel her human scratching post. With a laugh, she scoops the mewling cat up in her arms, holding her out to Joel, though he swerves away slightly.

“Oh c’mon, Joel. Just give her a little pet. She’s trying to show you that she likes you.” He begrudgingly gives Stevie two curt pats on her head to which she lets out an indignant mrrp in response, yellow eyes squinting at him. No matter how many times she’s tried to convince him that Stevie likes him, Joel is still not sure what the cat thinks of him, or more importantly, what he thinks of her. There’s been a few times now when he has stumbled down stairs in the middle of the night to get a glass of water, still rubbing sleep out of his eyes, and he’s found the cat, frozen midstep, going god knows where out the backdoor. How Stevie got the door open in the first place is beyond him…

Ellie huffs from behind them, shuffling over and taking Stevie out of her arms, the feline immediately nuzzling up to her and purring like the most content engine ever. 

“You can’t just bop her on the head like that, old man. Stevie likes a gentle touch.” She giggles at Ellie’s admonishment, her hand that had been resting on his chest coming up to scratch lightly at his scruff as he grumbles. 

“Jesus christ, are y’all ready to go or not?” 

They certainly make an odd little team walking down the main drag of Jackson, his arm slung over her shoulders, Ellie walking a bit ahead of them carrying Stevie like a baby. There are stares, of course, there always are, and even a loose whisper here and there as they make their way home. Or, he supposes, to his and Ellie’s home, though she spends most nights with him these days. 

Pieces of her life have become permanent fixtures at the Miller residence, her “sensitive plants,” as she had called them, lining the windowsills downstairs, a few thick books of hers stacked on his nightstand, her overalls hanging off the corner of his bathroom door. He’d never admit it to anyone, but it actually makes him quite sentimental, these tangible reminders that he gets to call her his. Though there are always a few nights a week that she slips off by herself, going back to the shop or her own place after dinner. He tries not to think too hard about those times, and what she might be up to. After all, there are still a whole lot of things about her that he can’t quite believe, his mind playing catch-up with the strangeness of it all. But he reckons it’s worth it to get to have her like he does right now, an easy hand on her hip as they get dinner ready, Ellie rambling at the kitchen table about something Dina said earlier at school.

And while it feels so good, this routine they’ve slipped into, there’s always a twinge of guilt laced through when his mind wanders to the world just outside of Jackson’s gates, to his past, and the harsh dissonance between this present sweetness and that old pain. He had once asked Tommy about it, how he lives in this strange sliver of normal after the life they’ve known, and his brother had just shrugged and said that maybe it was exactly because of their past that they deserve whatever respite they can find now. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Her voice snaps him out of his mind, eyes focusing back on her sitting across from him at the table, dinner long finished and Ellie off wreaking havoc with the other Jackson teens.  Don’t tell anyone, but Joel Miller has traded in his usual nightcap at the Tipsy Bison for a warm cup of whatever she steeps in a kettle on the stove. He doesn’t mind the taste, and it saves him a headache in the morning, and right now, the warmth from his mug anchors him just enough to ask her what’s been on his mind.

“Y’know, you never did tell me how you knew– about Sarah.” Her eyes soften around the edges, smile drooping just slightly.

“Well, I told you that I see the world in threads. The thread between you and Sarah– your daughter– it’s a particularly strong one.” 

“Even though– even though she’s gone?”

“She isn’t gone, Joel, not really. I can feel her all around you.” His head spins with her words, tightness settling in his chest, and he doesn’t realize he had been clenching his fist until she reaches out for him, unfurling his fingers in her hand.

“Can you– could you– could you talk to her?” Her brows pinch, lips pressing into a thin frown at his question.

“I’m sorry, baby, I can’t. People– like me– we all have different talents. I had an aunt who’d have long conversations with her husband who had passed on– but that’s never been something I’m able to do.” He swallows hard, nodding, feeling a bit foolish for asking the question in the first place.

“But you said you can– feel her?” That brightens back her smile, and she squeezes his hand in hers.

“We’re all just energy. Even when we die, that can never be destroyed. So yes, I can feel her with you, and how much she loved– loves you.” It becomes too much for him all at once, the hot prick of tears behind his eyes spurring him to tug his hand out of hers. She says his name like a question, but he’s already stumbling out of his chair and toward the front door. 

“Wait, Joel– just– where are you going?” It breaks his heart, the concern laced through her words, and when he turns to give her a response, his hand still on the doorknob, he can barely look at her.

“I’m sorry– I can’t– it’s just– I can’t– it’s too much– it’s all too much.” Perfect silence, she offers no reply to his words, and he doesn’t wait around to hear one, slipping out the front door and stumbling into the quickening night.

…

She fucked up, it becoming clear to her with the slam of his front door behind him. All she wanted was for him to have the truth, hoping that it could be a comfort to him. But obviously she had been mistaken in thinking that. He said that it was too much, but the implication of those words was apparent, that she’s too much. She knows better than to follow him, having figured enough out about Joel Miller to understand that any prodding will be unwelcomed, so she stands, feeling a bit helpless, in the middle of his living room. But then she starts looking around, seeing her plants everywhere, a few of her bracelets on the coffee table along with one of her books, knowing there’s more where that came from up in his bedroom, and she starts to think that she had come on too strong, that she was too much. 

He was spooked by what she said, there were no two ways about it. She’d recognize that look in his eyes anywhere. She just hated that it had been in his eyes. Suddenly, she wants, needs, to get out of his house, and away from the deafening silence of being alone. She grabs her satchel, hastily shoving whatever odds and ends of herself strewn around his house that she can into her bag. She’s with it enough to lock the front door and slip out the back, figuring that wherever he went, he won’t be back for a while. The hot slip of tears comes before she can stop it, hurrying away from Joel’s house and toward her shop, intent on doing the one thing she knows will calm her mind.

…

He fucked up. He knew it the second he stepped out on his porch, and had even thought about turning back around right then, going back inside, trying to talk it out with her. But there was nothing to talk out, she’d done nothing wrong, he knew that. It had been such a jarring conversation for him, straddling the line between disbelief and something that touched a little too close to bone for his taste, and unable to stay up on the tightrope with her, he bolted. 

The Tipsy Bison is quieter tonight, it being the middle of the week, but that’s a blessing to him, not wanting to run into anyone he knows while he tries to fuzz out his thoughts with booze. It plays over and over again in his mind.

I can feel her all around you.

Joel reckons that more than anything else, the feeling that had propelled him out of his house and away from her had been anger, that she can feel something he would give anything to feel himself. Very early on, he’d talk to Sarah, every night, asking her for signs. It had been in a fit of frustration when no signs ever came that he had pointed a gun at his temple and missed. So for her to so easily say that, to bridge that gap he had been clawing at for twenty years, it had set loose a dark mix of emotions he had been trying to stifle for a long time. And he believes her too, no matter how fantastical it seems. He knows that whatever she does choose to tell him, it’s always the truth, which only makes it sting worse. 

He feels sick to his stomach after his first tumbler of whiskey, a gnawing pain he can’t shake, his mind replaying the glance he got of her face before he left, a crumpled look, something bordering on fear. And he suddenly has no interest in staying at the bar any longer, pushing away his glass and walking out onto the empty streets of Jackson, having stayed in there long enough for night to lay down heavy and cool over the town. 

A pause, trying to get his bearings, to get out of his head, his eyes wander over the storefronts outside the Tipsy Bison, though it’s a figure emerging from between the shops that catches his attention.

“What’re you doing out here, trouble?”

meooowww

He shuffles across the street over to Stevie, meeting her in the alleyway she just sauntered out of. Bending at the waist, he offers out his palm, Stevie rubbing her cheek up against his fingers with a satisfied purr.

“Think I messed up a little.” Stevie lets out a mrow at that, and if she hadn’t been nuzzling at his palm, he would’ve sworn that she nodded her head at his words. Joel sighs, standing back upright, Stevie’s yellow eyes looking up at him, unblinking.

“Better go talk to her, huh?” This time, there’s no other explanation for the little bob of the cat’s head, and Joel has to let out a laugh at the sheer absurdity of it. Whatever this new normal is, ain’t nothing normal about it.

“Alright, trouble, you coming?” He gets no response, because, hello, it’s a cat. But when he starts walking, Stevie falls into step next to him. 

The whole walk home, he’s so preoccupied with what he wants to say to her that he’s completely caught off guard when he goes to open the front door and finds it locked. Not a light is on inside, either, and he can’t help the frustration rising in his chest, Stevie starting to claw at his pants not helping one bit. She stops just as soon as she started, giving him an expectant look before turning around and padding down his porch steps. At his wit’s end, all Joel can think to do is follow the cat.

…

This is when she feels closest to her mother. Sweat pricking along her hairline, the sleeves of an old work shirt hiked up to her armpits, the backdoor to the shop cracked open to air out the fumes, and a bandana tied over the bridge of her nose, covering the lower half of her face as she works. 

She’s had to make changes to the process in this new world. Where they used to buy lye from the local craft store, she now has to make it herself, leaching wood ash in barrels in the alley outside the shop. Where they used to use exotic oils like neem and jojoba, she now makes due with beeswax and sunflower seed oil. But she still stirs honey, mint, and lavender into the mix, the scent a pure dose of home for her. 

Her eyes burn as she stirs, the sharp sting of vapors from the lye a welcome distraction from all the thoughts still winding around her mind. She’s done this a thousand times, moving with measured precision, the mixture swirling thick and black as she carefully ladles it into the wooden mold. They used to make huge batches every spring, rectangular molds the size of garden beds, and once the soap was set and cured, they’d slice it up into small blocks, enough for the year and then some. Now she only makes a little at a time, when she wishes more than anything she still had her mother with her, telling her what the next right step is. 

She wipes away the cool drip of sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand, turning the stove off with a jerk of her chin. Some things never get old. But before she can take the now empty stock pot over to the sink, Stevie comes slinking in, nuzzling up against her ankles. She tugs her bandana down from her nose, letting it hang around her neck as she looks down at her girl.

“What’d you get into tonight, little miss?” 

“She talked some sense into me.” Her head whips up at the sound of his voice, seeing Joel leaning against the backdoor frame. She can’t help but feel a bit exposed in her ratty attire, and she wonders how much he had seen. She’s never had anyone around when she’s done this before, and it feels like a vulnerability she wasn’t ready to extend to him.

She sniffs, squaring her shoulders and trying to seem unphased by his presence, willing her voice to come out steady.

“Oh?” She feels like she needs to swallow around something thick in her throat, words getting stuck somewhere in her chest. 

“I’m sorry– that I just bolted. I wasn’t expecting that– what you said– and I reacted without much thought.” Her fingers itch with want, to reach for him, to thumb away the crease between his brows. But she resists it, staying where she is, her hands bunching into the fabric of her loose shirt instead.

“You don’t have to apologize, Joel. I’m the one who should be saying I’m sorry. You were right– it was too much, and I should have been able to see that. I’m sorry that I pressed too hard.” He kicks up off the doorframe, stepping into the shop, and immediately lets out a few harsh coughs, thumping his fist against his chest as he squints at her.

“Is there– a reason– my throat feels like– it’s on fire?” She curses low, quickly guiding him by the shoulders back out of the shop and into the alley.

“Fuck! I’m sorry! It’s the fumes from the lye. I guess I’m just used to it by now.” She rubs quick circles across his back as he continues to let out wheezy coughs, looking at her with wide eyes when he finally catches his breath.

“What the hell are you doing with lye, woman?” The harsh tone of his words makes her jerk back from him, stepping just out of reach as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“It’s for soap. That’s what I’m doing, making fucking soap. Not whatever all those people you talked to put into your head.” His face blanches in the moonlight, jaw slack at her words.

“That’s not– I didn’t mean it like that.” She scoffs, anger suddenly feeling like a really good idea as she takes another step back when he goes to reach for her.

“Oh really? Are you sure about that, Joel? Are you sure that this isn’t too much for you? That I’m not too much for you?” She regrets the words the instant they leave her mouth, her mounting insecurity a thick sludge in her throat as silence settles between them. 

“This ain’t about the soap, is it?” She has to laugh at his timid question, throwing her hands out in frustration.

“Yes– no– fuck, I don’t know. I just– the way you looked at me? When I told you about Sarah? I’ve seen that look before, and I know it well– it usually means that it’s time for me to go.” 

“Go? What do you mean go? I don’t want you to go anywhere, goddamnit!” The sharp raise of his voice catches her by surprise, his frustration clear in the long drag of his palm down his face, the sigh he lets out as he squints at her in the dim light.

“Then I need you to tell me right now if what I do, what I am, is going to be a problem for you. Because if it is, I can’t– can’t do this.” She can’t fight it down anymore, the hiccup in her voice, the warble that threatens tears, and Joel’s features soften at the little sniff she lets out.

“You know it’s not a problem for me, you know that. But– I ain’t gonna lie to you, this ain’t easy, darlin. All these things I sure as shit didn’t believe in until I met you. Sometimes I feel like my world’s been turned upside down trying to wrap my head around it all.” She doesn’t step away this time, when he gets closer to her, tentative hand reaching out and circling around her wrist before sliding down to tangle his fingers with hers.

“It’s a lot. But it’s not too much. I promise you.” Words she’s never heard before, and now she really can’t stop the tears muddling up her vision and slipping down her cheeks. He takes another step closer, his other hand coming up to brush away stray salt with the backs of his knuckles. And it finally clicks for her in that moment just how much she wants him to mean it, how much she wants him to stay, and it terrifies her. 

“I really am sorry, Joel– about what I said earlier. I should’ve been more careful.” He holds his palm steady against her cheek, dark eyes swimming in shadows.

“I was the one that asked, darlin. I just– I’m gonna need a little more time with– with that.” She sighs, having already reached a conclusion that she doesn’t like one bit, though she knows it’s for the best. She isn’t going to let this be like any of the times before.

“I think that maybe we should take things– slower.” She can tell that Joel doesn’t like that, his brow scrunching up, thumb stilling where it had been stroking along the arc of her cheek.

“S-slower?” She nods, squeezing his hand that’s still tangled up in hers.

“We rushed into this, didn’t we? I mean– it’s only been a few weeks since we really started seeing each other, and I’m already practically living with you.” His face really falls at that, a deep frown settling around his lips.

“You don’t wanna live with me, is that it?” She’d laugh if he wasn’t looking so pitiful about it, instead offering him her best smile as she brings her other hand up to brush his hair out of his face.

“That isn’t what this is about, Joel. I just think it might be good for us– for you– if you’re not in my– upside-down world– all the time, at least at first. Like getting acclimated to a new altitude, you gotta take it slow.” She knows it’s a weak explanation the minute the words leave her mouth, but she also knows she’s right. Joel, on the other hand, still has a displeased scrunch to his face, like someone just told him a tasteless joke. 

“Uh, well, ok– if that’s what you want then– I mean, I guess we can– we can do that– we can take things– slow.” He keeps clearing his throat between words, stop-starting himself like he’s trying to convince himself he means it as he’s saying it. And when he finally gets it all out, with a firm little nod of his head, she can’t help but reward him with a quick kiss.

“Thank you, baby. I really think this is important– I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t.” He nods again, his hand that had been cupping her cheek trailing down her shoulder, her arm, until he’s holding both her hands in his.

“So, what does this look like– us taking it slow?” 

“We can figure it out as we go. But for right now, I think we can say goodnight, and I’ll go back to my place, and you’ll go back to yours.” 

“Can I walk you home?” Her heart tugs at that, his question so earnestly asked, only making it harder for her to respond with a sigh.

“I kinda have to clean up the shop still. I can’t really leave that stuff out overnight, y’know? A-and I obviously don’t want you messing with it, so–”

“No, I-I get it, that’s alright. Um, so I guess, goodnight then.” She’s never seen him so flustered, having to stifle a giggle when he realizes he’s still holding her hands and lets go with a huff. He seems to think on it for a beat, quickly ducking in and pressing the most precious kiss to her cheek, muttering a quiet “goodnight, darlin” as he turns to head home, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and taking a few jerky looks over his shoulder at her before he rounds the corner of the alley. 

She turns back to the shop with a sigh, Stevie sitting in the back doorway, head tilted at her.

“What? It’s for the best, you’ll see.”

…

For the record, Joel doesn’t like this taking it slow business, at all. He’s not even sure how she got him to agree to it, he had been so turned around that night, and she had been giving him those eyes… But no, he doesn’t like it, not one bit. 

To start with, he doesn’t like that she no longer comes around to the stables at mid-day, no quick kisses, no easy smiles. Nothing. And he doesn’t like that she no longer comes over for dinner every night, and not just because she’s a better cook than him. He doesn’t like that his walk home from the stables no longer includes a regular stop by her shop. And he doesn’t like that he has to hear from Ellie what his woman was up to that day. He hates that they go on dates now, like normal fucking people, scheduling time to be together instead of just throwing out the clock and moving like magnets. But perhaps more than any of his other qualms, the thing he hates the most is that he doesn’t get her in his bed every night.

When he agreed to take things slow, he didn’t know it meant this slow. He didn’t know it meant goodnight kisses and holding hands but that’s it slow. Afterall, he’s only a man, and after getting to have her the way that he did, it feels damn near impossible not to crave that like a drug.

He’ll admit that she was right, taking it down a notch has made it easier to wrap his head around the things that she shares with him. But it’s been three weeks of this, and he’d turn himself upside-down, inside-out, and every which way around if it meant speeding things back the fuck up.

Laying in bed, his mind swirls with images of her. Is it gross that he hasn’t washed his sheets since the last time she stayed over? He doesn’t really care, not when there’s still a faint trace of incense and lavender on the pillow she slept on. 

His mind wanders to the last time he had her here. It was early in the morning, before either of them had to go to work, and she had lazily slung a bare thigh over his waist, perfect in the hazy morning light as she straddled him. It had been slow and sweet, taking time that they didn’t really have. She was so warm and soft for him, all gentle sighs, the mesmerizing curve of her hips and the sway of her breasts, an image that works him up now in the cool darkness of his empty bed. 

It’s not the same, of course it’s not the same. But it’ll have to do for now. He holds her steady in his mind, a dream, an idol, a fucking goddess, and he palms himself through his boxers, a damp spot already forming from just thinking about her. He kicks his sheets off, shrugging his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring out, pre-come smearing over his stomach where it now rests. Part of him can see how pathetic this looks, rubbing one out every night to the dream of his woman, but he wouldn’t have to if they weren’t taking things so goddamn slow. Now, a normal person would think that maybe he should just talk to her about picking up the pace. But he’s too stubborn for that, and he knows it, and it drives him crazy that he equates having that conversation with defeat. Joel tells himself that he can do this, he can give her what she wants, respect her boundaries, no matter how stupid he thinks they are. 

He doesn’t take his time with himself. This is purely about release for him, and he knows exactly how to get himself there, spitting harshly into his hand and wrapping his palm around the base of his cock, scrunching his eyes shut as he starts to work himself over. 

She’s all he thinks about in these moments, how her hands are so much different than his, still calloused from the work she does, but softer, and smaller. He thinks about the plush of her lips, and how they fall open when she comes, the little crease between her brow her other tell. He thinks about the way her spine curves and curls, and how his palms would run circuits around the arc as he took her from behind. His mind flashes with images of her, and it isn’t long before he’s coming with a low groan of her name, his spend smearing over his knuckles. 

Maybe it’s the fact that it’s been nearly a month now, or maybe he’s just more tired than usual, but Joel feels a particular pang of despair as he cleans himself up, and it’s enough to crack whatever resolve he had left. 

He sleeps better that night, having decided that first thing the next morning he’s going to stop by the apothecary and he’s going to tell her that he’s done taking it slow. 

That plan falls apart the moment he enters her shop. The first thing he notices is her bag, strewn out on the floor, a few jars and bottles spilling out of it, and his heart sinks. Next to Stevie, that bag is her baby, and Joel immediately knows that something isn’t right for it to be crumpled on the floor. 

He calls out her name, but gets no response, though Stevie comes skittering out of the back room, making a beeline for his legs, frantically mewling as she rubs up against his pants leg, insistent and loud, and that isn’t quite right to him either. 

Trying not to step on Stevie as she stays glued to his ankles, he shuffles into the back room, his brow scrunching up when he doesn’t see her, at least not right away.

“Joel?” That’s a voice he’s never heard from her before, barely there, hoarse, like she could only just get the word out. He steps further into the room, peering around the butcher’s block, and that’s when he finally sees her. 

She’s curled in on herself, knees up to her chin, sitting in the back corner of the room. Her eyes are red-rimmed and swimming, tears streaking down her cheeks, the sight all but taking his breath away. He moves fast, his mind screaming at him that he needs to fix it, to make it better, whatever it is. 

He’s quick to get down to her level, palms steadying her jaw as another resounding round of sobs rolls through her chest. 

“Hey, hey– it’s ok, I’m here, huh? I’m right here. What– what happened? What is it?” His questions only seem to make her cry harder, shaking her head in his hands. She brings her hands to clasp his wrists, and it’s then that he notices dried blood lining her fingernails.

“You’re scaring me here, darlin. I need you to tell me what happened, please.” 

“I lo-lost her– I lost her, I lost her, I can’t believe I lost her–” She breaks herself off with another sob, and Joel shifts to sit down next to her, wrapping his arms around her shuddering shoulders to coax her into his chest. 

“Who– who’d you lose, darlin?” She evens out her shuddering breaths with a hard sigh, her answer coming on a few disjointed exhales.

“Maura went into labor last night– and I– and I– it was a girl– she was a girl– and she wasn’t breathing– she wasn’t breathing, Joel. And I didn’t know what to do.” She dissolves into another sob, and Joel doesn’t know what to do besides hold her a little closer, shock and sadness simmering in his veins. He remembers her telling him about Maura, one of her regular house visits to check on the progress of her pregnancy. She always told him how excited the woman seemed to get to become a mother. 

“Is– is Maura ok?” He’s surprised by the bitter huff she lets out at that.

“I don’t kn-know. She kicked me out– told me it was my fault– she’s right– it’s all my– all my fault.” He’s quick to bring his palm to her jaw, coaxing her eyes up to meet his, gentle but firm pressure holding her there.

“Listen to me, it is not your fault. Not anyone’s fault, and it’s especially not yours. Whatever happened, I promise you, it is not your fault, do you understand?” She gives him no answer, just lets out another shaky sigh before burying her face back in his chest.

And all he can do is hold her as close as he can, and will some of her pain to seep into his skin, to make it even a little more bearable, to carry that for her. He reckons that he’d take it all away from her if he could.

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[odusseus-xvi]

hi!! this is kinda a weird question but ur post about characterization for french ccs is rlly helpful for writing, so i was wondering if u had any like . tips or advice about speaking patterns or like. common terms or phrases they use and stuff like that. i have a lot of issues with auditory processing and other hearing stuff that makes it like . hard for me to always understand speech patterns or just like . what people are actually saying so if u have any like . advice or info about like How They Talk that u could put in text or like specific that would be cool. no worries if u dont/cant btw i completely get it i just remembered that u were the one w the previous helpful post ::D

Yeah, no problem I could try ! :D Now keep in mind again I'm not necessarily an expert, and I'm just doing this because it's fun. I still might make some mistakes, and miss some important details, but 'Ill do my best. SO

Let's go for HOW DO THE FRENCH (and swiss) CCS TALK :

Let's start with

ETOILES : So I feel like it might be the easiest because he's the clearest to me. He tends to speak at a normal space and in english with a noticeable slighly french accent, but not an extreme one. He likes to crack jokes constantly when he speaks with other people (most of the time hyping up others, and self deprecating, you know the "You are a legend, I am dumb".) . He can drop pearls of wisdom randomly through ridiculous metaphors ("You don't need to worry, My name means stars, that means that when you look I'm here." "It's like crossing the road, you have to, and there is cars, you need to be careful, but it can't be all you focus on. Wait I'm not sure about that one...") and sometimes actually genuine and inspiring, but more often that not in the tone of discussion, it doesn't sound like he's dispensing "wisdom of the elders", he's just a humble guy talking with you and giving a random advice. He often says in french "Wow a flop" when something doesn't work. Or "c.s.c." (Contre Con Camp, a football term meaning scoring against your own team) when he comments on someone being a tryhard for example ("WOW such a tryhard (csc)"). He'll often makes the joke that nobody likes him when they don't answer in chat to himself, (or chat) and will directly tell them "You want me to die irl don't you?" ensues a myriad of "holy shit you want me to die for real" answered by the "NOO" of the other one. Two last details that came to me, he rarely actually answers by "no" or "yes", he often use "Yeh yeh yeh", or "no no no". He also uses a lot of "euuuuh..." when looking for his words when speaking.

AYPIERRE : He is fairly simple too. He has a very relaxed tone, speaks slightly slower than most people, and has slightly noticeable french accent but less so than others. His tone differenciate between three states : Focused (while building or infiltrating a base), relaxed, and humourous. Note that he's never fully serious, he has that constant gremlin energy and smile that makes him want to make jokes that will make everybody cringe (his favorite pastime.) The only time he's been serious and slightly upset was when he earned gegg died or when he learned that the federation was trying to replicate his wine (there you can see his priorities). Most of the time people are assuming the worst when it's his countless time he starts a conversation with "So, I did something..." and is the type of guy to say "*known illegal act* is a strong word, let's say it's more like *not necessarily better*". I don't follow him as much, so I currently have no other mannerism in mind.

BAGHERA : I feel like she is a bit harder to pin down. When speaking in english she has a very noticeable accent, especially when she is tired. And talks a bit fast, especially in french. Though she doesn't crack jokes constantly, she has a constant chaotic energy that makes her say random things at times. She often say "Oh Yeaaaah" when she is happy or hyped about something, mostly when she is with other people to show them she is happy too. When she is ashamed or not understanding something she likes to take a voice we call the "Antoine Croute" voice (a character she played in a Rp series on GTA V), it's high pitched and really shy. (imagine a little "wut... ?"). She can be really serious, especially when investigating. She almost nver express vocally, in tone at least, her anger. Instead she sounds incredibly cold, like she was with ElQuackity. Her voice when serious drops a bit, and she speaks a bit faster. There is probably plenty more but I'm starting to get tired.

ANTOINE : He is the hardest to me because it is even hard to pin down in french. He has most of the time a very serious tone, while he ironically constantly making either dark jokes based on irony and cynism OR a pun. Because of this, it's sometimes hard to pin what's a joke and what's serious. His accent alternates between horrible french accent OR almost ProPeR eNgliSH. Even when discussing absolutely batshit insane things he sounds serious (he is not in reality, but it's a form of humor in itself). OCCASIONALLY he'll break and cracks a smile, and sometimes, even the heartiest laugh you've ever heard, a very vocal and deep "AHAHAHAHA" that you can hear a mile away (but it happens rarely.) Though I didn't specify, most people, including the french, stutter at least a little bit, and search their words, (like I said for Etoiles' "euh".) but Antoine tends to have a very clear speech, only occasionally looking for a translation. In the same vein, he also has a very quick reaction and can answer with a pun almost instantly (very impressive, especially when it's not his native language.)

That's pretty much all I can think of right now, and I'm tired. Maybe it's not exactly what you asked, but it's what I can muster. Hopes that helped :D

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[pagesfromthevoid]

Cowboy Like Me | d.d. | 8

Din Djarin x princess!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Din likes taking orders from pretty girls

Author’s Note: I am a SLUT for romance and longing touches. Click here to see the inspo for her dress and the inspo for her circlet

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me!

The Dress

In the following weeks on Sorgan, Din and her had fallen into a comfortable routine. He picked up work at the common house, typically small things to keep him busy. If he couldn’t find work, he resumed training with the villagers who were still interested in being able to defend themselves. 

Today, she trailed behind him, chatting his ear off about wanting to defend herself. Din didn’t think it was necessarily a bad idea, but he didn’t want to embarrass her if she wasn’t great at first. 

“Teach me to shoot,” she ordered, standing with her hands on her hips. She had taken to wearing the clothes of the village, though today she wore her travel set and holster once more. “Or are you afraid you’ll hurt my delicate sensibilities?”  

The villagers looked between the two, some of them clearly trying to hold back their laughter. However, after giving them a pointed look, they dispersed almost immediately and went on their way. Din narrowed his eyes under the helmet.

“I won’t go easy on you.”

“I would expect nothing less from a Mandalorian.”

The two locked eyes, but she refused to back down as an innocent smile spread over her face. Princess or not, she was defiant and determined to get what she wanted from him. He stepped towards the crate of weapons, picking up a lightweight blaster and looked it over. For a moment, he considered what it meant to present the gun to her –though she ruined the thought by plucking it out of his hands with far too much confidence.

“You’re going to hurt someone if you keep acting up,” he warned, turning to face her.

“You seem to be under the impression that I’ve never used a blaster before,” she countered, her smile turning into a sly grin.

“Why do I need to teach you to shoot then, princess?” 

It had taken about two weeks for him to realize that the title only made her stop talking because she liked when he said it. And when Din finally realized the effect it had on her, he certainly started to drop it in conversation more often. Truthfully, he didn’t know why she liked it when he called her by her title –usually, it was when he was feeling more snarky than usual that he used it –but he also didn’t care. 

He liked the way she looked at him when he said it. How she would lick her bottom lip just barely and look away for a moment, flustered. Then when she would turn back to him, the corner of her lip caught between her teeth to keep herself from reacting further.

He loved it.

“Because,” she explained simply, looking over the weapon in her hands. “Just because I’ve used one before does not mean I know how to use it correctly.”

“At least you’re self-aware.”

It was her turn to narrow her eyes at him, mocking offense as she stepped in front of him. “Sometimes I think you like riling me up, Mando.”

“It’s easy.”

“Keep it up,” she warned, though she had returned her gaze to the blaster to look over the safety and the trigger. “And you’ll learn that two can play at that game.”

Instead of responding, Din took the blaster from her hands and held it out in front of him. Their flirting took a step back as he began to explain the different pieces of the weapon to her, taking his time to ensure she understood. It was moments like this –where they could be flirting or teasing or whatever seconds before only for her to listen intently to his directions the next –that he knew she was something else. All she wanted was to understand, and ask questions.

He loved that too.

When he held the weapon back out to her, she took it carefully. However, his hand didn’t move from the weapon, instead moving to cover hers as he held it up.

“Don’t put your finger on the trigger yet,” he explained, standing beside her with his hand hovering at her elbow. “You need to fix your stance before you do anything.”

“How do I –,”

But Din was kneeling beside her already, spreading her legs apart carefully. His hand pressed against the back of her knee, bending it just slightly, before he pulled one foot back some. He stood slowly, one hand trailing up her thigh over her hip, then up to her elbow. She glanced over her shoulder at him as he positioned himself behind her, one hand on her elbow and the other on her weapon again. 

He leaned in close, guiding her aim towards the target. “The more you practice, the better you’ll get at aiming without my help. Which will make it easier to draw your weapon in the moment.” He pushed her finger back into the trigger position, then released his grip on her. “Fire.”

She pulled the trigger, just barely missing the target. Her shoulders sagged, disappointed in herself, as she lowered her weapon. But Din rested his hand on the small of her back. 

“Not bad for a first lesson,” he reassured, though he took the gun from her. “You need to get better at your stance and your aim will get better.”

“I think I was distracted,” she admitted, turning to look up at him. That sly grin returned. 

“You’ll have to learn to ignore distractions,” he pointed out, stepping away from her to set the blaster back in the crate. “Or you’ll get killed.”

He could feel her stare on his back, and when he turned back around, her arms were crossed over her chest. Her grin had turned into a soft smile, and she shook her head. Din raised a brow under his helmet, tilting his head to the side as she made her way over to him. 

“What?” 

“Nothing,” she promised, standing on her toes and pressing her lips to the cheek of his helmet. “Let’s go find the baby and have lunch.”

Din smiled, offering his hand to her to take. It was a simple motion, one that meant more than outside eyes would understand. But she took it without hesitation, pulling herself close to his side as they returned to the village.

Grogu was with the children, chasing frogs —no doubt trying to eat one. As Din was about to scold him, she laughed and scooped the baby up and rested him on her hip. It was a hell of a sight to behold —her with his son on one hip and her other hand in Din’s. He’d never get used to it, and maybe he shouldn’t, but stars, he adored every second they had together.

Upon returning to their hut, she set Grogu down and pulled out the food that Omera had dropped off for them. They had taken to making their own food most of the time, but when the village came together, Omera would put together meals for the three of them and leave it for them. 

She had asked within the first week of living there to be taught how to prepare meals. Din thought it was genuinely hilarious to see Omera confused by her request. They had settled on not revealing her heritage —not because they didn’t trust the people, but because they didn’t want to cause a stir. It was easier to just tell Omera that she had never prepared krill before. 

Grogu started going through her bag as she set up dinner, pulling out her dress and circlet once again. Din reached out to stop him, but it was too late as the baby held up the fabric of the skirt over his face. 

“That’s not yours,” Din scolded as she walked over with two bowls, setting them on the floor where they had made their makeshift dining space. 

“He’s fine,” she promised, moving to gather the kid’s bowl and sitting on the floor. “At least someone can enjoy it.”

Din sat behind her, pressing his back against hers. She faced the entryway, and Grogu dropped the dress to climb into her lap. This became part of their routine —sitting back to back, with her watching the doorway as Din removed his helmet to eat. It was such a small thing, but it meant so much. Maybe it broke the Creed; but he wasn’t willing to admit it just yet. 

“You can still wear it,” Din suggested, resting his helmet beside him. “There’s no reason you can’t.”

“Besides the fact that I’m waist deep in a swamp every day while hiding from my mother?” She was teasing, and he could hear it in her voice. But he knew she was being serious.

“Well, yes, besides that.” He lifted his tea to his lips, taking a long sip before he shrugged. “You’re not running right now –or in a swamp. If you wanted to wear it, you could.”

“Are you asking me to play dress up for you, Din?”

“Maybe I am.”

She didn’t respond, other than a soft hum as she sipped her own tea. There was a silence that fell between them, one that often did when they were comfortable and didn’t have much else to add. Din couldn’t deny he was curious to see her, in person, dressed up in her royal regalia. The pastel green color of her gown was lovely, and he was certain it would look beautiful on her. While he was very fond of her civilian wear, he wanted to see his princess as a princess –if only once.

As he finished eating, he set his bowl to the side then took a deep breath before he slipped his helmet back on. Her back moved away from his and the floor of the hut creaked as she stood up. Wynta, Omera’s daughter, came to the door and knocked, poking her head in as Din turned around.

“Can we play with Grogu? My mama is setting up a circle to tell stories.” He glanced at Grogu, who was already waddling his way to the front door. So he simply nodded as Wynta lifted him into her arms and hurried off. “Thank you, Mando!”

Left alone now, with the sun setting, he glanced down at her. She was looking at her dress and circlet, left half pulled out of her bag. There was a longing in her eyes, one that suggested she really did want to wear it again.

“Put it on.”

“Hm?”

“I want you to put it on.”

For a moment, she simply stared at the pile of elaborate fabric, as if she was debating if she would. When she didn’t move, Din stepped around her and lifted the gown into his hands. He had removed his gloves to eat, and decided there was no reason to put them back on. The feel of the material of her dress was something he had never felt before, though it wasn’t nearly as soft as it looked. It caught the dying light of the sun, shimmering like the stars themselves. He held it out to her, though he did not push further than that.

She glanced between him and the gown, taking a breath before she motioned to the clothes she wore. Her voice shifted, as if taking on the role of princess once more. “You will have to help me, then, Mandalorian.”

Din lowered the gown, holding it tight in his fist, before he set it back down on her bag. He stepped forward, reaching out to unbuckle the holster on her thigh. While her clothing was not nearly as elaborate as his armor, he took his time to remove the belt that held the holster. When that was pulled off, he set it down neatly on the floor. Then he kneeled in front of her, running his hands down her legs, until he reached her boots and started to unbuckle those. 

They slipped off without a fight, which made it easy to take her socks off next and leave her barefoot in front of him. Her hand tilted his chin up, drawing his gaze up to her for a moment before she motioned for him to stand up. When he stood back up, staring down at her through his visor, she crossed her arms in front of herself –and simply pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. Then, as if that was not enough to cause every part of Din to short circuit, she unbuttoned her pants and dropped them next. 

Standing before him, a thin bandeau and underwear between her being completely bare, Din’s mouth ran dry. But she was not done –she unfastened the bandeau and let it drop next, leaving her with nothing but her underwear left. Thankful for his helmet, which hid the fact that he was looking her over as if he was about to devour her entirely, he reached out, instinctively and longingly, and tried to pull her in. But she swatted his hand away. He swallowed hard, looking at her face finally.

“Give me the gown,” she ordered, nodding to the heap of fabric on the floor. 

Din did not hesitate, taking the dress from the floor, and holding it out to her. She looked unimpressed by him, taking the gown from him to slip into with ease. She shimmied it over her hips, pulling the sheer sleeves over her arms. The neckline plunged, deep enough to expose the expanse of her skin. The gold chains that accented the bodice were unhooked, and she stood before him, holding out her wrists.

“Fasten these for me, Din.”

He nodded slowly, taking her wrist in his hands and hooking the chains around her wrists together. Then, he kneeled before her again, fastening the hooks of her bodice. His hands rested on her waist when he finished, staring up at her through his visor with nothing but pure longing. Her hands rested on his shoulders, returning the intensity of his gaze. 

“I need my circlet now.”

Swallowing hard, he nodded once and stood, retrieving the piece. The feel of it in his hands was familiar, and he looked it over for a few seconds before he looked back at her. The gold on it was fading, clearly not actually made of it, but the metal underneath was a familiar cadence. Din hesitated, not sure if he should ruin the moment, before deciding against it. Then he set it on her head softly and stepped back.

She stood with her shoulders back, straight and proper, with what could only be described as a royal smile. 

“Well?” She asked, bringing her hands together in front of her.

“You are…,” but there weren’t words to describe her beauty. None that did her any justice.

“Leaving the galaxy’s best warrior speechless?” She teased, smiling at him playfully. “Do you know what I miss most about my life on Senex, Din?”

“What?”

She stepped forward, bowing far too formally for someone like him, and then held out her hand. “Dancing.”

“Dancing is a dangerous game,” he pointed out, though he took her hand anyway.

“Not anymore dangerous than what we’ve been doing,” she countered, pulling herself close to him. “Do you know how to?”

“No, but if I’m gonna teach you to shoot, I’m sure you can teach me to dance.”

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[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #8

## - when they get jealous

genre - angst & fluff

pairing - aot x reader

word count -

warnings - none!

notes - i might start uploading more than once a month.. christmas specials coming soon😈

EREN JAEGER -

lil’ bro gets soooo mad. jean was chit chatting to you about something you guys had in common and there was too much laughing, giggling and jean was FAR too close. like he doesn’t need to be making you laugh first of all, but then being all up in your business?!? nahhh, eren was NOT having it.

“‘that’s it. i’m going up to him, how DARE HE—” then he feels a tug on his shirt and gets yanked back right into his seat.

“you need to learn how to chill out, eren.” reiner says, lecturing him “i know it looks bad, but it’s gonna be embarrassing for you and y/n if you go up there and cause an argument.”

god, he’s right. eren knew he was. but, he was SO angry, he needed to let out his anger somehow! the only option was to go to the dorm and just start punching shit.

MIKASA ACKERMAN -

silence suddenly took over in mikasa and sasha’s conversation. sasha slowly turned to her left to see what had mikasa in such shock and there you were with none other than ymir. ymir had her arm right above you, looking down on you. what the fuck did she think she was doing?! mikasa was furious and you could tell she was just by her energy. it was pure silence but those looks could kill.

sasha decided it was probably best for her to step back a bit.. she was also terrified that mikasa would kill her with one glance although she wasn’t doing anything bad..

ARMIN ARLERT -

as armin was strolling around town, he sees you! he starts walking over, shouting your name through the busy crowds of the town centre when he sees you and bertholdt.. laughing, bumping shoulders, looking through what seemed to be like some sort of gift shop. armins never really the jealous type, he doesn’t like to get worked up over things like that but something about this made his stomach turn.

he decided to head back to the dorms.

eventually, when you and bertholdt came back from your little shopping trip - you obviously, go to go see armin! you knock on his door and gently start pushing it open,

“hey babe~ whatcha doing?”

“oh nothing, just uh, sharpening my blades ready for tomorrow” he tried to put on a smile because he really doesn’t want to start anything. he just wants to act like nothings happened.

“oh.. well then. i- erm, i got you something today..”

“w-what?” he swung his head around to face you

“yeah! i know you’ve been wanting those maps of the outside world but i didn’t know where to find them but bertholdt did, so he took me to the shops!”

armins jaw dropped. first of all, maps of the outside world?!? that’s incredible! but also.. that whole situation that made him so jealous, was about buying something for him? god. he feels SO silly.

SASHA BRAUS -

honestly, this queen isn’t the jealous type. i feel like she doesn’t care over little things like touching, laughing, spending time with others - it’s the BIG things like if someone’s trying to flirt with you. but even then, she doesn’t feel jealous. she loves you and you love her and that’s enough for her.

there was a celebratory party with the military after you guys finally caught the female titan. this include the whole military obviously the survey corps but even garrisons and military police.

a girl from the garrisons, whom you’ve never met before, makes her way over to you and strikes up a conversation. you think nothing of it until she starts laughing, shoving you away by your shoulder and then.. she started flirting. as you were about to calm the situation down before she got any ideas, your girlfriend walks over.

“hey babe” sasha exclaims

“oh, sasha!” you say in shock, you really hope she isn’t upset.

“hey i’m sasha, i don’t think we’ve met before!” she puts her hand out to the girl, “by the way, this is my s/o. i don’t mind you guys talking but boundaries! thanks.” she giggles slightly.

“oh god— this is so embarrassing. i’m so sorry, i have to go.” the girl says before she runs off.

“sasha, i’m so sorry. i was just about to tell her” you quickly explain yourself

“it’s fine! honestly, i know that you love me and i love you. i trust you” she says, giving you a tender smile.

CONNIE SPRINGER -

he tries to act soo nonchalant. but omg he’s so jealous because, he sees armin as this insanely intelligent, witty, incredible leader and you, also being crazy smart, tend to help armin out with plans for the survey corps.

“i already sent some soldiers to do some scouting around that area, they’ll be back in a couple of hours”

“god armin!”

“what..”

“it’s like you read my mind! i was literally gonna ask to go do that.” you giggle slightly at the coincidence. armin lets out a sigh of relief and says ‘y/n!! don’t scare me like that, i thought i did something wrong!” you both giggle at armins fright but as you two were laughing away, little did you know, a mr. connie springer was watching from the crack in the door.

connie quickly walked off after he realised he was literally eavesdropping on you and armin. ‘why am i feeling so jealous? god, get a grip connie.’ he thought to himself and he stomps down the corridor, getting far away from you two in that room.

eventually, you find connie chilling outside, “connie!!” you run towards him in excitement. “i’m so sorry, i’ve been stuck in that room planning with armin all day. but i missed you so much” you say before wrapping your arms around him.

“ugh, babe. it’s fine, seriously!” he says hugging you back, slightly too tight.. “connie. cant. breathe.” he quickly lets you go, “shit, sorry.”

you raise an eyebrow and ask “are you sure you’re okay..?” “what?! what a preposterous accusation!” he says defensively “okay now i know somethings wrong. since when do you say ‘preposterous’?”

he sighs in defeat, he cant lie any longer “okay fine. i just got a bit.. jealous.. when you were with armin today, okay? armins super smart and so are you, so maybe you two should just marry each other and have super smart babies” he says, as he slides down a post, hitting the ground with a thud.

“connie…” you slide down to sit next to him, “connie, i know you think me and armin are super smart but, i think YOU’RE super smart. you’re so emotionally and socially intelligent. i love that about you and not even just that, i love everything about you! and if i’m gonna get married and have super smart babies with anyone, it’s gonna be you.” you say as you give me a sweet, genuine smile.

thank god you know him so well or else he would’ve never had said anything.

JEAN KIRSTEIN -

is that what jean think he just saw? y/n, HIS partner with eren jaeger?? oh wow. greatttt, no it’s fine.

IT IS NOT FINE. why were you talking with him and why did you both seem so happy? this jealous anger that was building up inside of jean quickly switched so sadness. this man was so heartbroken.

his ego just felt it got crushed by a 100 buses. his first instinct was to fight eren as usual but, it had been a while since their last fight honestly and if anything.. jean looked up to eren. sort of. he really appreciated his boldness, his strength and his willingness to keep going no matter what. although, he was still a suicidal maniac.

jean already felt like second place to eren in most things but now his partner? really?! jean couldn’t take it anymore so he decided to go on a walk in trost, maybe even pop by his house and have his mum make him an omelette.

after you were done talking to eren, you go to find jean but.. he’s no where to be seen? and after EXTENSIVE searching for the whole place - you knew where he had gone. you get to trost as fasttt as possible and end up at his house, talking to his mother. she lets you inside, of course, offers you tea and omelette, which you politely decline and head straight for jeans childhood room.

you slowly open the door, the old creaking letting jean know of your presence before you even said a word. “hi babe..” you say slightly awkwardly, “so, how come you ended up here?” you ask and you slowly make your way towards the bed. jean stares at you as he chews his omelette, which he eventually swallows and continues to stare at you. “why were you with eren?” he eventually asks after some silence “oh jean! really? that’s what this is about?” you ask, slightly annoyed.

“yes it is!” he exclaimed and jumped off his bed in anger “do you know how—” he begins to choke up “how much i hate yet respect eren? he’s so much better than me in so many aspects and he has some god awful traits but also some incredible ones that people could only DREAM of having.” tears begin to stream down his face and before he says another word, you jump up and wrap your arms around him.

you guys stand there momentarily. while still hugging, you say to him “i’m sorry, jean. i didn’t know you felt like that. i just- i hope you know how much i admire you more than anyone else. it’s not just because we’re together, it’s because you’re an amazing person.“ you slowly pull away from him “you may look up and respect eren, but i look up to YOU.” you wipe his tears gently “and so do so many other people.” you smile tenderly at him.

he’s such a lucky guy to have someone like you.

REINER BRAUN -

big bro does not get jealous. sorry but, this man is too perfect. he doesn’t get jealous because why would he? he knows you love him and that’s more than enough for him. he genuinely trusts you with every fibre of his being however, he doesn’t trust other people.

it’s less of a jealously thing and more of a protective one. he doesn’t get jealous if someone’s flirting with you, he gets protective over you. like get the fuck away from my s/o, bro!!

ANNIE LEONHART -

hot take: annie gets so jealous and so insecure when someone she believes you could like gets too close with you.

the ONLY REASON she would ever get so jealous or insecure is because you guys are in a relationship. this cold demeanour that she keeps up with around everyone else is not a thing when she’s around you, she just feels so herself and so authentic around you and the thought of that getting taken away scares the ever living shit out of her.

so, when she sees you chatting it up with sasha, she shits herself. now usually, sasha wouldn’t faze her but sashas bright, outgoing personality seems like something that you would like and that’s terrifying.

however, annie doesn’t say a WORD about how jealous she’s feeling. she’s already scared enough but she’s more scared to piss you off by saying something. but, that’s your mfing girlfriend!! you know when there’s something wrong with her, so obviously you asked,

“annie, are you okay? you’ve been really off lately.”

she looks at you confusingly “what? i’m fine.”

no she’s not.

“i know when somethings wrong, so just tell me!”

she doesn’t even look at you. she cant bare to face you right now. while she’s ignoring you, you think long and hard about what could be wrong and you finally come to a conclusion..

“omg. you’re not jealous i’m spending them with sasha, are you?”

annie’s eyes widen in shock, how did you know?! well, now you’ve said something, i suppose there’s no point in lying.

“yes, i am. you caught me.” annie puts her hands up in defeat.

“annie~ you silly bugger! there’s no need to be jealous, it’s just sasha, she’s just my friend. as great as she is, i could never date her..” you say reassuringly.

annie smiles slightly, “i appreciate that, y/n..”

BERTOLT HOOVER -

connie springer. most people wouldn’t be jealous of a 5’2 teenage boy but this 6’3 teenage boy is. connie is just so outgoing, bright and funny and bertolt is scared that you may just find him better than him.

so when he sees you two acting really close, he starts freaking THE FUCK OUT. he’s soooo flipping scared, he’s genuinely scared to face you again.

when you you over to him after being with connie, he just freezes and you’re so confused, “bertolt, what’s up with you?” you ask “o-oh, um, it’s nothing. i just couldn’t sleep last night.” he says, sounding very unconvincing. for the next week, he does EVERYTHING for you, just hoping that that’ll be enough to override connie’s impeccable humour.

“hey y/n, you can have the rest of my food! i don’t want it.” he says as he holds out his plate to you.

“bert.. why do you keep giving me your food? and making my bed? and washing my clothes? and just doing everything..?”

oh my god, he’s fucked it. HES DONE TOO MUCH, WHAT DOES HE DO NOW??

“i- umm. well—” he freezes.

you pat the seat next to you “come here, what’s wrong?”

he sighs “well.. you’ve been hanging out with connie a lot and i don’t know, he’s just a great guy..”

“bert..” you say sorrowfully, “connie may be a good guy, but you’re the greatest guy i know! there’s no need to ignore me or try to impress me. i love you just the way you are.”

bertolt puts his head in his hands “god, you’re right. i was being silly wasnt i?” he said sheepishly

you giggle at his embarrassment “yes, very silly.”

LEVI ACKERMAN -

brother, this man has been through enough shit. honestly, he doesn’t get jealous - the worst that could happen to you is you dying. which happens to everyone he loves. if for someone reason you were to cheat or break up with him and move on to someone else, at least he knows you’re happy and loved.

“hey levi, i’m going to help erwin with something, will you be okay on your own?” you ask

“yes, i’ll be fine, y/n.”

“i’m sorry if i’ve been with erwin more often lately, it’s just that-”

he cuts you off, “y/n, it’s fine. i seriously don’t mind you spending time with him for whatever reason.”

you look at him sweetly “okay.. sorry. i’m gonna go now, i love you!”

“yeah, yeah.”

“I SAIDDD.. i love you” you say as you give him a wide smile

he sighs “i love you too.”

ERWIN SMITH -

nile dok. always going around trying to take erwin’s partners man😭.

you’ve been in wall sina with the military police a lot lately, dealing with all the shit they’ve got going on and therefore, you’ve come in contact with their former commander, nile dok, A LOT.

although erwin had chosen the secrets of the titans over marie, doesn’t mean he wasn’t lightly suspicious and jealous when you kept mentioning nile. however, this is erwin smith, he’s a grown and mature man and what do grown and mature men do? talk about their problems!!

“y/n?”

“yes..?”

he chuckles slightly before speaking “gosh, this is going to sound so silly now i’m thinking about it. but, is anything happening between you and nile?”

you burst out laughing “what?! me and nile? erwin, come on now!”

he rubs his forehead “i knew it was silly.. i was just feeling a bit jealous, that’s all.”

you sympathise with him very quickly “aww erwin” you go into hug him “i’m sorry, i know i’ve been there a lot but i promise, there’s nothing happen, just pure innocent work.” you say as you rub his back.

you both pull away “i do know that, i think i just wanted some reassurance that’s all.” he says.

HANGE ZÖE -

what is y/n doing.. talking to mr. levi ackerman? aha.

now.. hange wouldn’t think much of this, but they could see what people would like and appreciate levi, especially after seeing how petra was with him - for someone reason, they can’t shake this feeling of jealously! what does one do when they’re jealous? get angry? cry? talk to their partner?

nope. hange is going to distract themselves until they simply forget. they begin to get super indulged in their work like i’m talking, you’ll leave the lab and they’ll say they’ll be another 5 minutes then you go back in the morning and they’re STILL there. researching titans over and over, taking any mission they possibly can, yapping about random stuff over and over, and eventually, you reach a breaking point.

“and then i said YOU CANT DO THA—”

“OKAY HANGE. hange..” you yelled

hange looked shocked at the sudden outburst and quickly shut their mouth.

“hange, what on earth is going on here?! why’ve you been indulging yourself in your work more than usual? you’re spending hours and hours on work and random stuff and i feel like i haven’t been able to get a word into our conversations lately!”

hange stops and reflects, oh my god. has it really been that bad? hange just wanted to do a little more work than usual, to distract themselves but clearly it’s been much more.

“i-i-” hange is speechless for once. “i-i’m sorry. i’m sorry y/n, oh my god!! what have i been doooiiinnngg..?” they slam their head on the table in front of them

“i don’t know, what have you been doing? i wanna know!” you ask, feeling slightly frustrated.

“god, y/n!! i’ve been so stupid, i was JEALOUS over you and LEVI, OUT OF PEOPLE?!” it’s like it all hit them at once, how crazy and silly they’ve been.

“i am soooo sorryyyy, snuchems” they say, pouting. “please, tell me a really long story so i’ll finally shut up for a few hours, i’m begging you. im sick of hearing myself at this rate!” they say with their hands clasped together, pleading with you.

“first of all, forgiven. second of all, LEVI ACKERMAN REALLY? third of all..” you look mischievous.

“okay so it started when i was 13 right and i was still living—”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Helping Hand 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of divorce, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Jonathan Pine, 40s reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

A week in and you’re… efficient. Rather, self-sufficient. You can’t say you’re confident but you are starting to figure it out.

The till isn’t so confounding and the customers not so intimidating. It’s easy enough to ask how their day is, if they found everything, and get the rung through. You’ve learned quickly if only to keep Giselle from rolling her eyes at you.

That day, you’re closing. Less than an hour now and you walk the floor, checking for any errant customers to remind them of the coming deadline. There aren’t many, a tall college student wandering through the history section and a couple of older men chatting over a stack of Stephen King classics.

You head down the rear all and feel the buzz in your pocket. You ignore it. Any calls you’re getting, you’re in no hurry to answer. You sigh and pass an aisle, movement twitching at the edge but you don’t bother looking over.

As you get to the next row, you hear your name. You turn back as you see the man’s head just over the top of the shelf before he turns down the same aisle. He must be the speck you ignored.

“Oh, hi,” you smile, wiping away your worries; you’re at work. “Jonathan, right?”

“You remember,” he preens, “I was hoping you’d be around.”

“You… were?” You hesitate. Your phone buzzes. A short jitter signaling a voicemail.

“Ah, yes, I was hoping for some advice,” he puts his hand on the slender wall of the shelf, “I am gift hunting and I can’t seem to pin down an idea. I thought most people love a book but I fear choosing something utterly boring.”

“Oh, well, uh, who are we buying for?” You wonder.

“She’s about your age, I think. So I thought…”

He’s married. Of course, why wouldn’t he be. You don’t know why that disappoints you. It shouldn’t. He’s only friendly and you’re a poor divorcee. Another buzz in your pocket.

“Well, you could get her a nice bookmark and maybe a cookbook?” You had loved your cookbooks. You miss them dearly.

“Mmm, she doesn’t do much cooking. More the type to order in or eat out,” he pulls his hand back and crosses one arm over his chest, bending the other to tap his chin.

“Does she sew? Or do any crafts?” You prod, searching for options. “Or maybe she likes fashion?”

“She does spend a lot on clothes,” he chuckles.

“Well, if you’d rather a novel, you really can’t go wrong with a thriller. They tend to be fast-paced and easy to read.”

He nods thoughtfully and drops his arms, pushing back his jacket as he slides his hands into his pants, “do you like them?”

“Like… what?”

“Thrillers? Perhaps you have a specific suggestion?”

“Ah, well, John Grisham. He’s always good,” you turn, “I’ll show you where they are.”

“Thank you. Always helpful, darling.”

You’re happy he can’t see your face. That last word makes your chest twinge. He’s so nice. It makes you sad to think you would never have one of those. A nice man. Your pants buzz again.

“Why don’t you have a look,” you present the books with a wave, “and I’ll be back to answer any questions you have. I just need to finish my walk through.”

“Certainly,” he agrees, reaching to trace a fingertip down the spine of a book.

You smile and rush away. You’re just going to turn your phone on silent and deal with it later. As you peek at the screen, you see the same name, over and over. What could he want?

You scroll through the onslaught of Andy’s messages. It’s just like living with him. It never stops. His last text is all caps; CALL ME.

You reply, ‘working for fifteen more minutes. Can’t.’

“You didn’t get too far,” Jonathan startles you and you quickly slide your phone away, “what do you think of this one?”

He holds up a copy of The Whistler. You nod, “it’s not bad. Main character is a woman, so probably a good choice for them.”

“Wonderful, and you suggested a bookmark?”

“Yes, er, over here,” you beckon him onward and take him to the swiveling rack of bookmarks, “these ones are especially nice, I think.”

You point to the thick leather bookmarks with the tassel strings attached and a few charms at the end. He leans in and examines the different colours. He clucks, “I really can be indecisive. If I recall,” he unhooks the same style you suggested, “she was preferable to pink.”

“Great,” you declare, “perfect gift.”

“Hope so,” he agrees, “I’m sorry, am I keeping you? You’re eager to be rid of me.”

“No, not at all, I didn’t mean to hurry you,” you assure him, “I’m sorry. It’s been a very long day and–”

“And you’ve been on your feet. You must be tired,” he suggests, but not in a sarcastic way. “I forget it is so late.”

“Really, it’s okay, I didn’t mean to come off as sharp.”

“Relax,” he taps his knuckles on the book, “you’ve been a wonderful help. Really. I’ll be sure to put your name on the survey.”

“Uh, thanks,” you swallow, “have a good night.”

“You as well,” he raises his handful and nods before striding off.

You groan, cringing as your chest threatens to cave in on itself. Why are you so awkward? You’re so bad at this job. Like everything else.

There’s a scratchy noise. It catches your ear and you swear, it sounds just like your name. Shit! You pull out your phone, the timer is ticking. You must have pocket-dialed. You bring the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello!” Andy booms, “Christ. We have something important to talk about.”

“Right, I told you, I’m at work–”

“You called me. Don’t waste my time. My mother’s birthday–”

“Andy, we’re not married anymore.”

“I know that. She asked me to tell you she wants you at her party. She always liked you. For whatever reason.”

You don’t take the bait. You don’t have to please him anymore. He filed for divorce, he made that choice.

“I’ll check my schedule–”

“Who were you talking to?” He interrupts.

“A customer,” you keep your voice down, “speaking of, I need to get back–”

“You were real nice to him, weren’t you?”

“Good night, Andy.”

You hang up. You don’t know how he’s still paranoid when you’re not even together. Jackass.

#jonathan pine #dark jonathan pine #dark!jonathan pine #jonathan pine x reader #drabble #au #series #bookstore au #the night manager #helping hand

[ele-sme]

False alarm

It was Spider first sleepover at the sully's. He was so much excited, but more then him, his three best friends. Neteyam had to beg for months and Lo'ak acted as a good kid for weeks, Kiri taked care of Tuk alone. Only for one sleepover with him.

When the night came they were all shaking from excitement.

Neytiri, was cooking some human friendly food and Jake was careful that any of the non friendly food would have dropped by 'mistake' in the preparation. The kids were playing, Kiri and Spider with Baby Tuk, Lo'ak and Neteyam with a toruk toy, the only thing in common? They were all close, sitting next to eachother.

"Kiri, this is not a way of holding a baby!" Spider telled her, the female kid was holding the little one by the arms and not by under them.

"What do you know about it?" She asked imitating her friend voice.

"Last year, Nash and Mary had a baby and they maked me learn how to hold him, feed him and change him." He said, a pride tone in his voice as the others looked at him, he could do something they couldn't.

Jake did not shared the pride.

"What do you mean bud?" Jake asked Spider meanwhile chopping some vegetables.

"I mean that I'm in charge of the baby when I'm at hell gates" he explained, that pride still there like it was the most cool thing in the word. He was meanwhile rocking Tuk who felled asleep in his arms.

"You Bearley eight you shouldn't be in charge of another kid" Jake tried to explain.

"I'm nine!" The child corrected the other

"Still you shouldn't" The adult replicated.

"It's okay i make them happy by doing this." The other said, Neytiri picked up Tuk from his arms, and as she seated by her self to make the baby eat she watched her mate with a sad face, she understood what they were doing to that poor child, and even if she didn't like him she couldn't deny the crudelty the child was facing.

After there were silence from the adults, the kids otherwise were still playing, now that Tuk wasn't with them they were all playing with only a toruk toy.

When dinner was ready they all seated in a circle and after a pray they started to eat.

"Do you know why a chicken crosses the road?" Jake asked, all the presents looking at him confused.

"What a chicken mr Sully?" Spider asked, making the other kids laughing and Neytiri giggle.

"A chicken is a animal on earth" he tried to explain, but the laugh of his dear ones got the best of him making him laugh too.

They obviously had no idea of what a chicken was.

"How the story ends?" Kiri asked after her laughing.

"It's a joke not a story, and it end with the chicken wanting to go to the other side" jake explained still laughing

"I don't understand" kiri explained.

"It's simple: why does a chicken wants to go across the street? because they wanted to go the other way" Spider explained.

"Ohh now i understand" the girl replicated.

Jake maked a sweet smile at the two of them.

"Spider, you like Kiri very much don't you?" Jake asked the human child.

"Yea she is my platonic soulmate" he telled him, a innocent tone, a innocent voice a child voice.

"What is a platonic soulmate?" Lo'ak asked

"A platonic soulmate is a feeling of deep connection and understanding, without the romance. Consequently, platonic soulmates offer each other a soul connection that goes beyond feelings of friendship but don't go romantic ones" Kiri explained, with her big words that maked Lo'ak confuse.

"For dumb people: it is a connection similar to a connection between mate and mate but they are only friends" Spider tried to explain with simpler words

"I want to be Spider platonic soulmate too" Neteyam said

Kiri grabbed Spider arm and hugged it.

"Nah-ah, he is only mine soulmate!"

The dinner went on, some more chatting, jokes and some songcords singed together.

It was now time to sleep, all the kids close to eachother, meanwhile the parents and baby sleeped to another side of the room.

It was deep night when Spider eared the sound.

He opended his eyes, and a second later Neteyam who was close to him open them too, they stared at eachother for some seconds, watching eachother in they own big eyes. Then Lo'ak ruined everything by getting up too and Kiri followed.

They seated up, ears up for listening, the parents up too, listening too.

The sound came again.

"I'm going to check, you stay here" Jake tolded his mate getting up "Neytiri all the kids" he exclaimed picking up his bow.

With a nod Neytiri gotten close to all the children and gave to Kiri the baby. Kiri gave her to Spider and he rocked her.

"Mom what is it? Why dad is out?" Lo'ak asked, his mother taking him in her arms.

"Oh great mother please don't tell me they came back" she whispered a pray. After she looked at the human child. Maybe thinking if she should have jumped on him or not.

In the end she didn't.

Jake came back some minutes later announcing it was nothing.

A gasp of relief exited Spider mouth.

#avatar spider #avatar 2 #jake sully #miles spider socorro #neytiri #tuktirey #kiri #lo'ak #neteyam #nocorro hint #i am in my nocorro era omg

[ashdreams2023]

Hi can I request a Harry Potter x Gryffindor reader where they’re actually the best of friends and she has liked him for years but she lost hope because it’s like he never sees her y’know? so when Harry starts to pursue Cho ( or someone else it’s up to you) , she decided that it’s time for her to move on but when Harry saw her getting close to someone else he just got really jealous and confess that he actually like her too, he just doesn’t want to ruin their friendship if it doesn’t work out? thanks!

Idiot potter

"Hey look at this!" You looked up from your charms notebook at the boy sitting in front of you, he waved his wand in slow motion at a piece of crumbled parchment.

The parchment’s color started changing from light to darker blue then purple and ended up in a rainbow kind of mix.

"Bloody hell where did you learn that?!" You inspected the results, the colors were beautiful you had to admit.

Harry grinned proudly "I read it in one of the books Hermion was skimming"

"Wow, you actually learned something from those study meetups" you teased. Harry rolled his eyes before snatching the parchment back from you.

You pouted then dragged your attention back to your textbook "Anyways, did you find the answer to question three?" You waited for him to respond but nothing came so you looked up, and surprise surprise he’s not paying attention to you.

Your eyes followed his and it landed on Cho.

Of course.

You shouldn’t be surprised, he’s been eyeing since the school year started. She was pretty and played his favorite game, unlike you or at least that’s what you thought.

With a sigh you gathered your belongings and got up, you weren’t going to let ruin your mood yet again.

Harry was never going to see you more than a friend so being jealous would be stupid, and it’s just hurting your own feelings over something you can’t do much about.

"Hey where are you going?" He asked after seeing you get up.

"It’s getting stuffy I’ll go study in the common room. Ya see at later I guess" you walked out the study hall, once again trying to not be so disappointed and focus on what’s important for the mean time.

Harry sighed twirling his wand between his fingers before Neville sat down in your place, dropping a couple of books on herbology.

"You’re alone today"

"Y/N just left"

"Oh! She Must have yes to dean’s study date" Harry frowned dropping his wand on the table. The clumsy boy blinked at the confused look on his face before saying "oh, you didn’t know? Dean asked her out this morning on a study date. He couldn’t stop talking about it all morning"

Harry swallowed. You liked dean? Of course you liked him, why wouldn’t you.

"I think I’ll go to the great hall early today"

Harry’s sharp eyes stared at you and dean chatting away as everyone was going back to the conman room to rest then sleep.

It was around twelve when Harry couldn’t help not falling asleep and went down to the conman room, he was surprised to find you there by the fireplace.

"Hi…" you jumped slightly at the sudden company and gave him a small smile. He sat down beside you and stay in the comforting silence of the room.

"So…you and dean ha?" Your shoulders seemed to slump down at that and you just shrugged.

"I guess I’m finally giving him a chance, he isn’t a bad guy" Harry wanted to protest and tell you that you were wrong but he knew you weren’t, and it made things worse. His chest burned with jealousy, he was really losing you for good now.

"He’s lucky" he started, his cheeks burning easily with embarrassment "any guy would be lucky to have you, maybe if I was a little bit faster I would’ve been in his place" Harry closed his eyes immediately, waiting for you to lash at him or something but nothing came.

"You…like me? As in, more than a friend?" Your voice sounded hopeful, when he opened his eyes he saw you staring directly at him with teary eyes and a shivering lip "for how long?"

Harry inhaled deeply "since our first year, since we became friends and I just…didn’t want to ruin our friendship and you deserve so much be-" you kissed him.

You cut him off and kissed him, your hands cupped his face and kissed him with all the passion in your heart. Harry froze but quickly kissed you back, almost trembling as he warping his arms around your waist.

"For Merlin sakes you idiot I waited for you to notice me for years!" You broke the kiss, flustered and half pissed at him. Harry chuckled pressing his forehead against yours, his cheeks were flaming red but his chest felt full and light at the same time.

"I’m sorry"

"You better be. Idiot potter" then you hugged each other tightly for a while longer, as if one of you let go the other would disappear. 

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Chapter One: Tighnari

cw: panic attack/extreme anxiety, y/n is not in their bad bitch era yet so ignore how awkward they are, originally written in 3rd person so there may be some pronoun and grammatical mistakes

Sumeru boys x GN!reader

this was posted super fast because it was prewritten. I am not going to be posting daily!!!

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Chat: Amurta

"To be honest, I'm not all that interested in studying medicine. I think that people should also prioritize mental well-being more than the current culture in Sumeru allows. My professors don't really get that, so I just say I like flowers."

"Are you okay?"

It took you a few seconds to understand what he'd said. You opened your mouth to answer, but snapped it back shut when you felt tears start falling.

He frowned and crouched next to you, tilting his head. He took your wrist and felt your pulse, then sighed. "Oh, I see. You're alright now, don't worry."

You nodded, gulping down a whimper. "I'm s-sorry. I didn't... realize... someone else was in here." You wiped away your tears and took a shaky breath.

Are you kidding me?! We almost made it, stupid! Now you're crying again. You've cried every time you started going to a new school. That's so pathetic, you thought.

"You're fine, don't worry about me. Let me guess, first year?" He tilted his head at you, a small smile making you feel less embarrassed.

"Yeah. This place is so big... I was a little overwhelmed. A lot, actually." You shook your head, steadying your breathing.

"What's your name?" He dropped your wrist and placed his arm on his knee, resting his cheek on his palm.

"I'm Y/n." You tugged at a strand of hair.

"Alright, Y/n. What does your schedule look like? I can help show you around before classes start. You are an Amurta student, yes?" He stood, holding out a hand for you.

You looked up at him and met his eyes. Now that you weren't so nervous, you took more notice of him. He had pretty hazel-green eyes and light green streaks in his dark hair that reminded you of your aunt's hair. A golden earring hung from one of his ears. You remembered his pretty friend from before and felt a small twinge of jealousy.

What in Teyvat are all these boys so pretty for? If everyone at the Akademiya looks as pretty as them, I'll really have to up my game.

"My first class is Honors Phytology II. Here, you can look." You pulled a small notepad from a hidden crevice within the folds of your clothes. You turned to a page with your schedule written out in a neat, color-coded print.

"Hm. Honors II? Impressive, first year." He nodded appreciatively. "Come on, I don't want to cut off our tour because of class."

He opened the door of the copy room, revealing a less crowded common area than before.

You slid some of the fabric of your scarf between your fingers reassuringly. The cold material provided the necessary sensory to keep your mind from spiraling like it had before.

You looked around the room, admiring the architectural work. Sconces formed to look like blossoming vines held the small light sources that made the room practically glow. A miniature fountain surrounded by a concrete sitting area sat in the middle of the room directly underneath a fantastical chandelier. The light from the candles reflected off of the thousands of tiny crystals that drooped from the chandelier in a gravity-defying spectacle. Swirling patterns reached out from the center of the room towards the green pillars that held up the vaulted ceiling and bordered the different hallways labelled alphabetically for the subject and numerically for the floor.

"All classes that have to do with plants are normally done in the greenhouse or the lab in hallway F, which is the only hall that only has one floor. During the first semester, you're largely in the greenhouse." Tighnari motioned towards the hall. "You'll be able to find that pretty easily. As long as you know how to make it back here, you won't have to worry about any shortcuts. Those you can learn later."

"Okay," you said, trying your hardest to pay attention. Processing his words was difficult when you was still fawning over the detail put into the room. You weren't an architect, but you were an artist, so it was only natural that you appreciated something so beautiful.

You lagged further and further behind Tighnari before finally realizing how far ahead he was and hurrying to catch up.

"For the rest of your science classes, you'll be in hallway A, which is just over here. Medicinal classes are upstairs, while other sciences are on the main floor."

"Which stairway should I take? Normally one tends to have more traffic than the other, if it's at all like my old schools." You asked, finally comfortable enough to let your hands fall from their protective position by your neck.

"I'd recommend the first one during most hours, but around the end of the day, the second is probably your best bet. It's a weird phenomena that probably has to do with exhaustion and impatience."

"Hm..." You hummed to yourself, sparing a glance at the boy next to you. If only you had a photographic memory you could sketch his expression.

He stopped in his tracks, noticing your shift in attention. "What is it?"

A rush of heat climbed up your neck. "Oh, um, nothing important. Sorry if I distracted you."

He chuckled, meeting eyes with you. "If anything, I'd say I'm the one distracting you." He had a playful glimmer in his eyes, and you cursed your stomach for the summersaults it insisted on performing.

"Whaaat..? Nooo... I'd never be distracted. Never happened." You rolled your eyes and smiled.

Tighnari laughed. It was a warm sort of sound, one that made your stomach swirl and pulled your lips into a bigger grin.

He really is pretty for no good reason, isn't he? Sigh.

"We should continue our tour. Come along," he motioned them forward. He continued to explain each hallway and what classes it housed, then finally led you towards the lunch room.

It was a room even larger than the one before it. Two floors of open space with a large variety of food available to anyone who was able to pay. You felt terribly small in the huge emptiness. Imagining it being filled with people made you even more nervous.

"For anyone who wants a little more space, there is a small section for eating in the upstairs library. It's a lot quieter, and much less people go in there. Most people are there to continue studying. When do you have lunch?" He asked, leading you in a circle back to the hall.

"I've got a long break between psych and elements. My friend and I both have long enough to eat and take a break."

"Oh? A friend?"

"I do have friends, regardless of what you may think of me." You crossed your arms over your chest. Tighnari paused, conflicted between teasing you and being a welcoming upperclassman. "Her name is Layla. She's a Rhawatist student."

"Rhawatist? That must be an interesting friendship dynamic. One who studies the stars, and another who studies the earth." He let out a breath, relieved that you weren't offended by his words.

You paused and thought about it for a second. "No, I don't think it's all that strange. If anything, I think the combination of our studies would make a great research topic. Hm, maybe I should bring it up with her sometime."

Tighnari checked the time and found himself frowning. He had enjoyed talking with you once you had started to get comfortable.

"We should head to class. If you ever need anything, let me know. I am a TA, so it's my job to help students in need."

"I will. Thank you, Tighnari. I enjoyed talking with you."

"And I-" he paused, realizing he had never told you what his name was. "How did you know my name?"

"Oh," You felt a flush of heat again. You hadn't realized he didn't say it. "W-well, Layla and I were getting breakfast this morning, and we ran into you and some of your friends at a cafe. She told me your names." You tried to sink into your scarf, for once cursing the sheerness of the fabric. If you revealed the reason why you had been asking you just might die right there and then.

He laughed, the sound tickling your senses. "Sometimes I forget how curious you first years are. If you ever want me to introduce them to you, I can."

"Really?" You looked up a little too eagerly. "Oh, I mean, that would be nice. Thank you."

"Don't worry about it, I understand. See you around, Y/n. Enjoy your Phytology class. I think you'll like the teacher."

"You enjoy classes too!" You waved goodbye awkwardly before finally heading towards your classroom. The silent hallway felt oddly stifling without Tighnari's calm commentary filling the space.

"No way, really?" Layla yawned, listening as hard as she could. The poor girl looked about to fall asleep in her lunch.

"Yeah. He was super nice and even offered to introduce me to his friends we saw at the cafe. Would that be weird?" You asked. You had been going back and forth on what to do since the first day of school nerves had calmed down.

You had spent your classes so far writing down necessary materials and little notes to yourself based on first impressions. However, you had found your mind drifting elsewhere. Evidence of your thoughts were left in sketches in the margins of your paper. Rough outlines of Tighnari's hair and ears littered the back of the page you had been writing on.

"Hm, I think it would be fun. Maybe you could get Cyno to let you do a portrait of him." Layla teased. You rolled your eyes and huffed.

"At least I actually took one of the few art classes this school even offers. We don't even have a choir. If I wasn't so sure of what I wanted to do, I might regret my school choice." You tugged at an unruly lock of hair, taking a bite of you lunch.

"Speaking of Tighnari and his friends..." Layla yawned and pointed across the lunch room, where the four boys had just entered from the Kshahrewar entryway.

You glanced up and nearly spat out your food. HE!! IT'S HIM!!! PRETTY BOY!!! Well, pretty boys. Archons, please tell me I'm not making eye contact. I am making eye contact, aren't I? Shit.

You were, in fact, making eye contact. Tighnari smiled and said something to the other three. Then, to your horror, they started walking towards you and Layla.

"Layla. Layla, wake up. Layla. Fuck me, I'm on my own. I'll kill you for this, Layla." You muttered, trying to act like you hadn't been caught staring. I probably look like an idiot, she thought.

When they stopped next to the table you were sitting at, you pretended to be surprised. You looked up and smiled, hoping your nervousness wasn't as obvious as it felt. You couldn't tell if you were just paranoid or if people really were watching.

"Oh, hello again, Tighnari." You wiggled her fingers at him and glanced desperately at Layla. She was out.

"So this is the underclassman you've been going on about?" Cyno asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yes, this is Y/n. Y/n, meet Cyno, Kaveh, and Alhaitham." Tighnari motioned to the group behind him. "Mind if we sit with you?"

Technically, yes, you did mind. Having people watching you was one of your least favorite feelings. However, you couldn't really say that you would hate being surrounded with pretty men. On the other hand, there was Layla to worry about. She was asleep, and this was a rare opportunity where she had time to rest.

"Oh, please do. I'm Layla, Y/n's friend." Layla spoke, startling you. You shot her a glare that was met with a cheeky grin.

"I see you're awake now. Eat your lunch. I'm not going to make you extra dinner because you slept through lunch again." You prodded Layla's stomach before scooting over to make more room for the boys.

The boys joined them at the circular table. Tighnari sat next to you, and Cyno next to him. The blond one, Kaveh, sat next to Layla, and Alhaitham left. You decided it was best to not question it.

The boys chatted amongst the three of them, and Layla drifted in and out of exhaustion, sometimes lucid enough to come up with a witty response. You stuck to observing the dynamic, committing their mannerisms and speech patterns to memory for future reference.

Listening to Kaveh talk reminded you of reading a romance novel. His prose was lengthy with impressive vocabulary. He brought to mind maple syrup, with his sweet words and lofty ideals. He tended to ramble on about something or other, enjoying the act of talking along with the sound of his own voice.

Cyno's dry commentary was waved off and even discouraged by Tighnari and Kaveh, but sometimes the combination of his dad jokes and blank serious expressions made you chuckle. His sense of humor reminded you of your dad. Every time he made you laugh, it boosted his ego just a little bit. The visible way he puffed up his chest and let an almost-grin pull at his lips reaffirmed your suspicions that he would make an excellent subject of an art piece.

Best of all was Tighnari. From their interaction earlier, you could never have guessed the extent of his sarcasm. For a TA, he seemed remarkably rebellious. In your head, he had been a strange piece in the puzzle of their group. Now, however, you could see he fit in perfectly.

The only remaining mystery was Alhaitham, the boy from before.

Much too soon for your liking, your break between classes came to an end. You bid farewell to your new friends after giving them your contact information, then went on your way.

You entered the hall towards the Haravatat building, excited for your language class. Throughout school, your language classes had always been your favorite. The challenge of translating back and forth until you fell into an easy familiarity with the words and sounds of a language brought you almost as much comfort as your art class did.

This year, you were finishing the available classes for Fontaine's ancient language. Names from Fontaine had confused you to no end until she started taking the class. It wasn't the most sensible language, and your pronunciation was finicky at best, but it was a welcome difficulty. In comparison to some of your Amurta classes, it was much less dull and required a lot less group work. It was perfect for a chance to relax after lunch.

You made note of the architecture in Haravatat just as you had in Amurta with Tighnari earlier. Where the accents had been green in Amurta, here they were a dark grey. There was much less living greenery ornamenting the halls, and the lights had to be brighter to make up for the lack of brightening decorum. The harsh shine of the fluorescent lights gave you a headache.

Students here carried more textbooks than anything. The lack of precarious experiments allowed you to be less cautious while wandering in an attempt to find your classroom.

You waved your way between students who were gossiping in various languages, and finally saw the right number for your class on the wall. You let out a sigh, relieved that you weren't late.

You opened the door and slipped inside, glancing around to take note of the amount of students in the class. There weren't many, and you didn't recognize those who were there. In one of the back corners, a group of a few people stood and chatted. You made sure to choose a seat across the room from them. You sat more towards the front, but not too close for comfort.

You placed down your bag and grabbed at your scarf. You smoothed it down and checked for any loose strings. When you had assured yourself that everything was in its place, you let yourself relax.

The classroom itself had very little decoration. There was a painting of Fontaine on the front wall, but that was about it.

You sighed sadly, longing to return to Layla and your new acquaintances. At least, at the end of the day, you would be able to go home and eat the congratulatory dinner you had been planning for weeks.

You drifted off into a daydream about the foods you would be able to eat, and how amazing your sleep would be after the day's exhaustion.

Your fantasy was interrupted by a harsh voice from behind you.

"You're not from Haravatat," the voice said. It took you a moment to register what had been said. You turned to look behind you to figure out who had spoken.

You twisted around to get a good look at the person, and felt your heart leap. Fucking hell, fate is surrounding me by pretty men on purpose. I can't tell if it's a blessing or a curse.

There, placing his books on the seat behind her, was the boy that had silently left the group during lunch and never returned. His pretty blue-hazel eyes bored into your own, and you watched a strand of silver hair brush against his cheek before settling against his ear.

You swallowed, hard.

"Oh, Alhaitham, it's you."

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[roryslut]

skater boy prt 1-clyde x skatergirl!reader

friendstolovers‼️ you run into a cute guy at the skatepark and get more than you intended…

warnings‼️ drinking, mention of weed, making out, one mention of kinda grinding

it was a normal day like any, i had gotten of of school, came home, ate, spun some vinyls, and then drove the the skatepark. it was around six and the park was a little busy. i am always nervous when i go to the skatepark but i feel like i am getting better so i decided to roll in.

i set my things down like my water and coat and i started just making laps around the skatepark. there were a lot of people around but i decided to drop into the bowl. i have done this for a while now and I just skated around, feeling the wind hit my face. it went on for a little until it was time for me to dismount, but i must have gotten a bit too much speed because when i came up the ramp the board flew out from under me and i made a harsh landing on the cement.

“fuck” i mustered, it’s not like i’ve never fallen before but, i felt especially embarrassed when i hear someone ask, “hey are you okay?”

i peel myself off the pavement, i look at the man’s face, he was around my age and pretty cute with his long wavy hair. he had a kind face and was smiling when he handed me my skateboard back. “yeah…” i said, a little shaken, rubbing my head and checking i didn’t rip my jeans.

“i’m not worried about the jeans,” the man laughed, looking me up and down, “i mean your head, you took a slam.”

“oh, yeah, shit happens, it’s cool.” i shrugged off, as my head cleared i started to blush realizing how nice he was being to me. i held out my hand, introducing myself and he responded with a beam, “my name is clyde, it’s nice to meet you too.”

we kept talking and learned we had a lot in common, we both liked skating and music and had a similar style and humor. i started telling him about some of the shows i had been to in the area, some of the local bands i thought were good.

things went on like this for a while, we chatted a lot at the skatepark while we were resting and sometimes even got food together after. we exchanged numbers and kept chatting. i learned he was deaf and we both smoked weed, and… we were both single.

a couple weeks later, we were talking more about local bands and i mentioned one i thought broke up and i hadn’t seen them in a year, but i loved their music and shows. “damn, when was the last time i saw them?” i questioned to myself.

“no way!” he blurted, snapping me out of thought, “they are playing tonight at the venue down the road, i was going to go with johnny but he didn’t seem very excited.”

“what! really! i haven’t seen them in like a year.” i say obviously excited. “yeah so i have two tickets, you know.” i felt confident and asked, “is this your way of asking me to come with you?”

clyde blushed and turned away, “yeah if you want.” he stated. i also nodded, “what time are you going?” i asked, he responded around 8.

“okay, well how about i skate home and you pick me up when im ready?” i asked, “why do you need to go home?” he asked tilting his head. “well i have to shower and change clothes.” i said. “well…” he paused, “i have a shower and clothes at my house??”

i laughed, “wow, i mean if you insist, i mean, i guess i don’t expect a deaf guy to be a kidnapper.”

he chuckled and lead me to his van, when we arrived at the house i took a quick shower and changed into my skating pants and one of clyde’s t-shirts. i looked a little silly, especially with my hair still wet, but i didn’t care. “clyyddee, how will i do my makeup??” i complained.

he walked into the steamy bathroom, “you don’t need makeup, doll. you always took great.” clyde said with a genuine smile. i blushed a little at his charming words and kept drying my hair. “i’m just saying, it’s a show- even a concert, and i look like i’m going back out skating.” i frowned.

clyde smiled, “well i guess since you are dressed for the occasion… we could skate there.” i looked at him confused, “really?”

“yeah, it’s close by and i’m sure snow could give us a ride home, or you know a taxi or something.” i nodded and packed my things to go to the show.

when we got there, clyde gave the tickets to the bouncers who looked at him suspiciously but we got inside and met snow. she was very nice and pulled me close to talk in my ear over the loud music. she smelled like good perfume and hairspray.

i returned to clyde’s side counting the seconds till the band came out, until the drums rolled and the curtains opened and the flashing lights blinded me. i was so excited i couldn’t help but scream with the crowd and grab onto clyde’s arm. he tensed a little and looked at me but then relaxed and headbanged to the music with me.

the night was really fun, we recited the lyrics and i danced with snow. me and clyde downed drinks at the bar and stumbled around, holding onto eachother and giggling. it was really fun and towards the end of the set i grabbed tight onto clyde’s hand and pulled him through the crowd the the front of the venue.

you could feel the bass in the speakers in your feel and smell the sweat of the band and people in the crowd. clyde was surprised at the action and looked a little rustled. i turned around to face him, we were very close and almost pushed together in the large mass of people. i fixed his hair that was slightly disheveled and he slowly brought his hands to my waist. it almost felt like an instinct at this point, he was a little nervous but the action was comfortable.

i fixed his hair and looked at him under the flashing stage lights with the music blaring in my ears. i was staring right into his eyes, seeing his whole face at once, which wasn’t often since his shaggy hair always hung in front of it. i admired him, my eyes flicking from his eyes to his eyebrows, his straight nose, his strong cheekbones, his chiseled jaw. i knew it from the moment i met him that he was just my type.

my eyes quickly flashed to his lips, he seemed to notice and i swiftly turned back around. his hands stayed planted on the sides of my hips and i held them around my waist. i liked it. the music started playing and i kept having fun and spinning around with clyde, and i would be lying if i said i didn’t grind on him a little.

it wasn’t crazy, but i made sure that even though my jeans were baggy, he could feel my ass pressed against him.

when the show was over i suggested we skate to the skate park and my car was still there. he agreed and we quickly skated down the road. it was inclined and we flew through the empty street together, laughing. the dim street lights and the bright moon was the only light source and we watched our shadows disappear and reappear underneath us. i was so surprised we had this much energy, but it wasn’t a long skate when we arrived.

we were both really tired, clyde sat down on his board and i tried to do some new tricks. i could flip the board right but i couldn’t seem to land my two feet on the board. “what’s going on, doll?” he smirked.

“i don’t know you tell me!” i said a little frustrated. he just laughed and stood from his board. “well first you are still probably a little drunk, and well-you got the first part down, you are just scared to land.”

i nodded and stood back on my board, he grabbed both my hands and told me to try again. i jumped and tried, but my feet slipped of the board a little.

he laughed as he held me up and i got back on the board again, but this time i landed but lost my balance and the board flew out from under my feet. i yelped quickly but clyde held me tight, setting me back of my feet. he went to retrieve my skateboard setting it by my feet. “wait,” he said. i look down confused. “your shoe is untied.” he laughed and looked up at me with his icy blue eyes almost glowing in the dark. he continues to tie my laces and then stands up, offering his hands again.

this time, i jumped and landed successfully, clyde gave me a lot of support for balance, but i didn’t fall off! i was so excited and smiled really hard, i looked at clyde who’s face was also grinning and he said, “yes! i knew you could do it!”

it got quiet for a second, i had stepped off my board and was looking up at him in the windy night, our hands still interlocked. i started, “listen, clyde, thank you so much for tonight, i have appreciated it more—“

clyde quickly cut me off my pressing his face to mine. i couldn’t believe it, it was so soon and sudden and i wan not expecting it. i immediately melted into his mouth, my hands fell to wrap around him and his hands rested on me. one behind me, slightly grazing my ass and the other one behind my neck to pull me into his mouth.

we finally pulled away to catch our breath. “wow” was all i said. “please tell me you feel the same way i feel about you.” was all clyde said with his eyebrows furrowed. i smiled “well,” i said, “tell me how you feel about me.”

he paused and caught his breath, “well, ever since i met you i feel like my life is better.” he laughed, “i know it seems strange but even our small conversations at the skatepark kept me coming here like every single day.” he said. “i know you are a really kind and genuine person, aswell as a drop-dead gorgeous girl…” he said tucking some hair behind my ear. i blushed harshly but gained my composure, “wow,” was all i felt like i could say again. “i like you too clyde,” his face eased, “like really, really, really like you.” i giggled playfully and fell into his arms. he smiled and hugged me tight. he tucked his face in my hair and whispered slightly in my ear. “so does that mean you can be the skater girl to this skater boy?” he asked.

i cringed a little, but laughed, “i guess so,” i laughed, “i haven’t ever had a boyfriend like you, but i like it, you make me feel different then i ever have before. i feel heard and understood around you. we vibe.” i said simply. he smiled lovingly and picked up my skate board to pack it into my car. “okay, i’ll see you another day at the skatepark i guess…” he stood next to my car and kissed me slightly though the window before leaning away and letting me back out and drive home.

i’m assuming he went back to the show and went back with snow, but i guess i won’t know until i see him again. but let me tell you, i can’t wait to see that skater boy again.

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[petitelepus]

Hello, I hope you are well. I really liked what you wrote for DS and I'm curious what you think of me. I am a girl with dark black hair and almost black eyes. If you look at them in the sun you can see their warm brown color. I'm the same height as Shinobu, but I'm chubbier than her. If I were a hunter, I think I would use poison too. I have facial features that are not sharp and that those around me find cute. My friends find me cheerful and smiling, that's true! I am someone who is almost always smiling. Just because I don't know you doesn't mean I won't smile at you❤️. I love talking and chatting. If I really find a common area with the other person, I can talk to him until the morning. My friends say my conversation is fun and relaxed. This is good for me! I don't want to bore anyone with my speech. They say my eyes sparkle because of the things I love and when I smile! I am someone who cries easily. Even though I really don't like this habit of mine, I cry over everything. I love books, reading, learning new and different things, and cats! Insects really scare me. I can go far and happily sacrifice my life for those I love! I am happy with easy things and sad with easy things. I love sweets very much. I don't hate anyone easily. I love to think, dream and get lost. That's why sometimes I can't hear what you say. Whether I want it or not, I attract a lot of attention in every environment. And I can be really quite loud sometimes.

What you do with it is entirely up to you❤️. I hope it was understandable because I use translation😅. As a Turk, I love you and your articles. I hope you have a wonderful day✨

I match you with adult Tanjiro Kamado!

The young man fell most likely to your kindness and that smile of yours that never seemed to waver. You're kind to everyone, no matter if they are complete strangers to you and that is kinda how you and he met.

Tanjiro doesn't mind it if you use poison since every Slayer is different and they must use their quirks and traits to their advantage. Your shortness is cute, you have an adorable face and about your chubbiness, he thinks there is more of you to hug and love!

The more time he spends with you the more he learns about you and how you are a genuinely kind and cheerful person, always trying to make the best out of the bad situation.

You love chatting with people and hearing other Slayers tell stories about Demons they've hunted and Tanjiro's are most interesting, you could listen to him talk for hours.

Tanjiro loves how you always smile, but he thinks that if you're hurt then you are allowed to drop that smile for a second and show what you may really feel.

Even if you insist that the smile you are wearing is genuine, he wants you to know that he is there for you. You don't need to fear, he is as loyal as he is kind and he would never leave you.

This is the part where you cry out loud, was it either joy, sadness, or even relief. Tanjiro doesn't mind your crying, it's one way of showing of love and passion.

Your eyes are definitely unique and he really likes them and how much feelings they hold. While you may smile, your eyes are honest.

Tanjiro really admires and respects you because you are genuinely a good person who would sacrifice your own life for those you hold close to your heart.

He is similar to that, but he can't die just yet before he has returned his sister back to normal and he doesn't want to leave her or you alone in the world, so please, try to stay alive for his sake?

Tanjiro always remembers that you have a sweet tooth and if he is out traveling and hunting Demons, he always makes sure to get you something sweet as a gift.

Sometimes when you start daydreaming and get lost in thoughts Tanjiro looks at you and tries to figure out what you might be thinking. A recent book you read or perhaps the cute cat you saw earlier?

Nezuko likes you also since you don't immediately want to kill her for being a Demon since you can't feel a murderous aura from her. You would most likely smile and ask why Tanjiro traveled with a Demon, but hearing him tell you that Nezuko is his little sister, you would be filled with joy and you would immediately accept her and offer some sweets for her.

Tanjiro just falls for you harder for being so kind to his beloved little sister and he has Nezuko's approval to court you.

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[foxynovacoda]

I'm just going to drop something quick (and long) to tell y'all about my dad and how much I love him (no one cares but ssh).

He's a shy man. He'd rather read a book or watch the TV than hang out with his friends or colleagues. He doesn't talk much, but when we have small chats, we always have fun or learn something.

I have more things in common with him than with anyone else. We share interest for art, we like things such as biology and astronomy, we love old stuff and comics, etc.

When I was younger, I was a bit afraid of him. He was stressed because of the divorce with my mother, and my grandparents (dad's parents) weren't helping much.

After the death of my grandparents, he changed completely. He started taking care of his health by doing yoga to fix his back issues a bit (I joined him. I adore yoga).

Since he has a broken nerve that makes him struggle a lot to move his left foot, he has to wear an adapter to help him. Unfortunately, he got mocked because of it, and for a period, he felt uncomfortable with it.

For 6 years (or more), I've been living with my mother, but because of her job, she had to move away in a small city not too far from the one I live in. Because of this, I moved to my father's place, and these months were the most relaxing I've ever had. Without my mother stressing me over stuff and without my sister stealing my space, acting as if she's the housekeeper.

Recently, I changed my doctor, and she gave me some advice to lose weight (I'm not severely obese, I'm overweight). My mother started doing some research to tell me what to and to not eat during the day, and this gave me a bit of anxiety. I told this to my dad at the restaurant during my birthday dinner. He ordered a plate of French fries, and when he saw that I struggled to pick one, he said "Don't get paranoid. Eat!"

Tonight, during dinner, he said that he got tempted and he bought me some donuts to eat for breakfast. I'm a bit angry about this, but he thought that it'd make me happy.

A few days ago, he noticed that I always wear the same binder (he thinks it's a sportive top), and so he asked me to open the site where I bought it, and he made me buy two more (which are not arrived yet).

I really love my dad, and I'd do anything for him.

#this is so messed up but it's almost 3AM #i love my dad #cw eating problems #agh

[callmebrycelee]

9-1-1: LONE STAR REACTION

This reaction is for the season 4, tenth episode "Sellouts" which originally aired March 28, 2023. The episode was written by Molly Green and James Leffler and directed by Tessa Blake. Spoilers ahead!

***LAST TIME ON 9-1-1: LONE STAR***

A young girl named Mouse is involved in an accident that kills her best friend and his parents. Marjan sells her bike and gives the money to Kylie, the young woman she rescued from an abusive relationship. The 126 prepare for Marjan's return to Austin but worry when she doesn't show up to her welcome back party. Marjan is accosted by Kylie's abusive ex and ends up driving off the road. She encounters Mouse in the woods and the two work together to escape Kylie's ex. Marjan is rescued by her 126 family and we learn that Mouse was the nickname her parents gave her when she was younger. 

Now that we're all up to speed, let's have a chat about episode ten - SELLOUTS.

We start the episode with my favorite trio - Tommy, Nancy, and TK. They arrive at the home of an older couple - Arthur (Leonard Kelly-Young) and Edith (Betsy Baker) - and we get the first of two emergencies that truly made me squirm in my seat. It should be noted when Arthur answered the door, he seemed surprised to see Tommy, Nancy, and TK even though he was the one who made the 9-1-1 call. He ushers them inside and Tommy does an assessment of his wife, Edith. Edith tells Tommy she has pain on the side of her head. Tommy checks her pupils and she asks if Edith wears contacts. Edith says she does wear contacts and upon closer inspection Tommy sees quite a few disposable contact lenses in her right eye. More than a dozen disposable contact lenses actually. Tommy assures Edith (and the viewers) this is a lot more common than most people think. In fact, there was a woman in the United Kingdom who had 27 disposable contact lenses removed. Now I wear glasses but I did wear disposable contact lenses in my early-20s. Ultimately they weren't for me - too much hassle - but I can assure you I always made sure to remove them at the end of the day, especially before I went to bed. But I digress. I did think it was funny when Edith calls Tommy pretty and then sees Nancy and TK and calls them pretty as well. You're absolutely right, Edith. Tommy, Nancy, and TK are all very pretty. 

Tommy tells Edith they will transport her to the hospital just as a follow-up and Edith is very appreciative. When they roll the gurney outside, another ambulance pulls up. The ambulance belongs to Paragon - a private paramedic service (remember them from last season?). Tommy asks Arthur if he called another ambulance. We then see our good friend Pearce Risher (Andy Favreau) and his partner get out of the ambulance. He tells Tommy that Arthur didn't call them. They saw a call come through from the address and dropped everything to come right over. Pearce refers to Arthur and Edith as his most-valued clients which Nancy takes offense to. Edith tells Tommy that Pearce and his partner have come to their home quite a few times whenever Arthur has had one of his spells. Tommy is clearly not impressed by Pearce's new employer. Pearce is a smug asshat in this scene which makes his comeuppance at the end of the episode all the more satisfying. Pearce chastises Arthur for calling 9-1-1 instead of the number that links him directly to Paragon. Pearce tells Tommy that he and his partner will take things over from here. He tells Edith that the LED lighting in their ambulance will be a lot easier on her eyes and he will even throw in a complementary herbal smoothie which definitely appeals to Arthur. Pearce and his partner leave with Arthur and Edith. Nancy asks if they are allowed to do what they just did and Tommy says she is going to find out. 

Title card!

The 126 hosts a Stand Up to Cancer event at their firehouse. It should be noted that Stand Up to Cancer is a real organization and for more information, I encourage you to visit their website here. Owen gives a speech talking about firefighters suffering from lung cancer. Being that Owen has battled lung cancer at least twice, I can think of no better person to deliver the speech. It was so fun seeing everyone dressed up. Everyone looked amazing including Carlos who looked quite debonair in a black tux. This is the second time we've seen our Office Reyes in a tux this season. Hopefully the third time will be when he's exchanging vows with TK. I also want to give a shout out to our resident 9-1-1 dispatcher, Grace who looked absolutely stunning with her hair in a ponytail and a mid-drift baring black dress. 

After Owen's speech, we get to see each of our characters mingling with the wealthy guests in attendance. Judd does a horrible job wooing a donor. Judd is usually so charming but in this scene he was a rambling hot mess. With some gentle nudging from Grace he is finally able to properly schmooze the older gentleman. Meanwhile, Marjan talks about getting shot recently while Carlos regales an older woman about his abduction by a serial killer. Tommy vents to a besuited man about the cheap gloves her and her team are forced to use due to poor funding. She also alludes to her recent experience with Paragon. 

The funniest interaction involves Mateo, Nancy, and another wealthy donor. Nancy points out that the wine they're drinking is from the Hill Country which, hey - all my Texans out there, is Hill Country a real place near Austin? I'm curious! Anywho, when the donor comments on the taste of the wine, Mateo says this:

Mateo: "Familiar yet unexpected. It's kinda like reading Dostoyevsky in the original Russian."

The donor agrees and is quite impressed with Mateo. He tells him that his wife has the checkbook and that he will be back. Nancy tells Mateo that she loves Dostoyevsky and is shocked that he does as well. Mateo comes clean and tells her he doesn't like the author and that the only reason he knew his name is because he heard Owen say the same thing when describing wine he was drinking. Of course, Owen Strand would compare wine to a Russian novelist! 

Speaking of Captain Strand, he orders tequila from an attractive bartender named Kendra Harrington (Michaela McManus). They have some flirty banter. The chemistry between the two of them is palpable. He gives her a tip and he says it's a token of solidarity between two normal, non-rich people. She compliments his speech and he admits it's not easy for him to talk about his cancer journey. This is a rare moment of vulnerability we rarely get from Owen so I really appreciate him saying that. I've always suspected that underneath all that bravado and expensive hair product, is someone who has experienced more than his share of pain, hurt, and heartbreak. An older couple approaches the bar and they talk to Kendra. Owen figures out very quickly that she is not one of the have-nots like he initially assumed. Kendra comes clean about not being a bartender but Owen doesn't seem to mind the deception because in our next scene the two of them are back at his house ripping each other's clothes off. All I kept thinking during this scene is that Owen has a roommate and how awkward must it be for Mateo anytime his captain has a booty call. I can imagine him coming downstairs the following morning to have some cereal and he has to step over clothes to get to the kitchen. I'd like to also point out that Mr. Rob Lowe recently celebrated his birthday. The man is nearing his 60s and he's still fine as hell!  

The morning after, Owen wakes up in the most golden room I've ever seen. Whoever lit this scene did a great job. I would seriously love it if every morning I woke up completely bathed in golden light coming through my bedroom window. Owen heads downstairs and finds Nancy and Mateo still talking about Dostoyevsky. Owen asks them if they've seen a hot blonde and Mateo says she just left. Owen tells them that Kendra isn't a bartender - she's a wealthy heiress. Owen seems pretty smitten with her and tells his two subordinates that he and Kendra hit it off physically and mentally and then physically again. Ew, Owen! It's one thing to live with your boss. It's quite another to hear about his sex life. Mateo and Nancy seem unfazed by this. I imagine they've had similar morning after conversations before. Nancy points out the note on the counter that Kendra left before she left their booty call. When he opens the envelope, he sees a check. Mateo insinuates that she paid Owen for the sexytimes they had the night before. Owen is stunned.

Tommy goes to see Chief Reynolds (Amy Farrington) to inquire about the city of Augtin cutting a deal with Paragon. Chief Reynolds tells her she didn't want to say anything until the press release. Tommy tells her to cancel it and refers to Paragon as greedy vampires. Tommy doesn't realize that Paragon's CEO, Jacques Lundy (Adam Ray) is also sitting in the office. I'd totally forgotten that when the firehouse got burned down towards the end of the second season, Tommy, Nancy, and TK were temporarily reassigned. Chief Reynolds tells Tommy that Paragon will share 35% of their profits with the city. This is so disgusting but hey, this is America where we often take advantage of the least of us so it sort of tracks that something like this could happen. Tommy tells the chief that Paragon's code of ethics and safety are not up to their standards. Jacques disagrees and shows her his business card. Chief Reynolds is on board and Jacques assures Tommy he is here to help anyway he can. Doubtful ...

Tommy reports her findings to the rest of the 126. Nancy wonders if things go private, what happens to her and Tommy and TK. Tommy's solution is that they'll have to arrive at each emergency quicker in order to beat Paragon. Owen and Mateo join them and Owen the former is upset because the latter has compared him to Richard Gere. The others are quite amused with what happened between Owen and Kendra and they give him some good-natured teasing. Paul assumes it's a Pretty Woman situation where Owen's the one who paid for sex with Kendra. TK reminds everyone that his dad doesn't have to pay for it which kudos to defending your dad but ew. If I were TK I would want no part of this conversation. Mateo clarifies by telling everyone he is not referring to Richard Gere in Pretty Woman. In this case, Owen is Richard Gere from American Gigolo. Judd tells Owen that Kendra Harrington that her family owns a LOT of land in the area. Owen insists that Kendra did not pay for sex with him and that the money she gave him was a donation for charity. Mateo reminds him the check was not made out to charity. It was made out to Owen. Judd asks him what Kendra wrote on the memo line. Owen says that no one uses the memo line. Tommy cuts to the chase by asking how much the check was for and Owen tells her it was for $100,000. Owen defends Kendra's honor and says that someone who looks like her doesn't need to pay for sex. Owen gets a text from Kendra asking if he's available or rather 'avail'. Owen tells the others he will get to the bottom of this misunderstanding.

Our next emergency is perhaps one of the worst situations I have seen on either 9-1-1 show. A man named Dan (Jared Gertner) boards a city bus and sits down next to a woman (Mary Claire Garcia). He sees that she's upset and asks her if she's okay. She tells him that she just got laid off after seven years. She tells him she feels useless and he assures her she's not. He then tells her that the hot pants he's wearing aren't a fashion statement. He's wearing them because he has a dialysis catheter in his thigh. He's been going to treatment three times a week for over a year. He tells her that having it sucks because he can't play soccer or go swimming with his son. He says there was a time he wanted to give up but he's just found out he will be the recipient of a new kidney. She congratulates him and introduces herself. Her name is Martha.

Dan sees a pregnant woman board the bus and gets up so she can have his seat. As he is trying to get up, the dialysis catheter gets caught on another passenger's cart. It snaps off and blood immediately starts spraying everywhere. Blood splatters across Martha's forehead. There's nothing cute about this meet-cute. Dan passes out and Martha calls 9-1-1. Back at the firehouse, Tommy receives word of a patient hemorrhaging and she tells Nancy and TK they need to get moving. Nancy is confused because there hasn't been a call. Tommy tells her that dispatch gave the call to Paragon and she heard it over the radio. The three of them load up in the ambulance and Tommy calls Grace on her personal line so she can help them get to the scene first. It was fun seeing Nancy drive the ambulance. Poor TK got tossed all about in the back of the ambulance as Nancy took every sharp curve. The 126 paramedics beat the Paragon paramedics to the scene and they immediately go to work. The 126 firefighters arrive soon thereafter. The Paragon paramedics finally arrive and Pearce tells Tommy this is their call. Tommy pulls rank and tells them they can start handing out water and towels to the crowd slowly forming around the bus. Pearce is pissed but he backs down.

Nancy boards the bus and finds Martha putting pressure on Dan's legs. Mateo and Paul arrive with a backboard to transport Dan and they keep slipping and falling because of all the blood on the floor. Speaking of blood, the bus is covered in Dan's life essence. At this point there has to be more blood in the bus than inside Dan's body but somehow he is still conscious through all of this. I haven't seen this much blood since that scene in Scream IV where Ghostface absolutely brutalizes this girl in her room and the walls and floors are covered in blood. Nancy applies a tourniquet to Dan's leg which temporarily stops the bleeding. Mateo and Paul finally manage to get over to Dan and they are able to get him loaded onto the backboard. They run into an issue when they attempt to move him because the floor is slippery. So, their solution is to slide Dan down the aisle like he's a hockey puck. 

Paul and Mateo are able to carry Dan off the bus and TK begins hooking him up to a lifepak. Dan's blood pressure starts to plummet because he needs a blood transfusion due to too much blood loss. Tommy calls out to Pearce and asks if he has whole blood on his rig. Pearce says of course. Tommy tells him that if he can transfuse Dan then she will give him over to him. Pearce begins the transfusion while his partner administers compressions. Martha watches as they work on Dan. Dan's blood pressure levels out and Pearce and his partner roll him away to their ambulance. Pearce calls Tommy second best and Tommy's dislike for the guy intensifies. 

We head over to the Strand residence where Owen is prepping for his second evening with Kendra Harrington. He's broken out the fine channel because he wants this evening to be more about romance than sex. Mateo asks Owen how he plans on asking her if the money was intended for charity or for sex. Owen says he plans on asking her to a high-brow event and if she says yes, he'll know that the money wasn't for sex. Mateo thinks he should be more pointed when he asks her about the intention of the money she gave him but Owen says that will be uncouth. Mateo brings up Dostoyevsky again and tells Owen that Nancy has him reading Crime and Punishment. I found this tidbit of information so sweet because when we were first introduced to Mateo in season one, we saw him struggle with dyslexia. Becoming a firefighter was an uphill battle for him and now he's reading huge-ass Russian novels. Good for you, Mateo! 

Kendra arrives with a bag of hamburgers which doesn't exactly flow with Owen's special romantic evening. Kendra recognizes the china on the dining room table and she wonders if her hamburgers are disappointing. Owen assures her they aren't. Owen asks her about the artist Joan Miro and tells her there's a special exhibit he would like for them to attend after they have their burgers. Kendra wants to stay in and have some more sexytimes. Buttercup interrupts the moment and Owen tells Kendra that he adopted him from a rescue that works with dogs with cancer. Kendra is impressed by this information and starts kissing Owen. Owen wants to take it slow but Kendra wants to put the pedal to the metal.

The next morning, Mateo finds Owen in the kitchen alone. Owen tells Mateo that he and Kendra had a great evening and that no money was exchanged. Owen monologues about how Kendra likes him for him and then he gets a Venmo notification on his phone. Kendra has sent him $40,000. Mateo jokes that the reduction in payment is a customer loyalty discount. 

At the firehouse, Owen is conflicted about what to do with the $140,000 he has received from Kendra. Judd comes to his office and asks him about his second date with Kendra Harrington. Owen tells him about the $40,000 and how this payment did come with a memo line - a bone emoji. Owen calls himself a cheap himbo but Judd tells him there's nothing cheap about $140,000. Owen admits that the money is a bit of an ego boost but he's also bummed because he really likes Kendra and thinks they might have something special. Judd tells him to just give the money to charity.

In our next scene, Tommy, Nancy, and TK arrive at a perfume factory where there's possibly a toxic, airborne event taking place. Paragon beats them to the scene and Pearce asks one of the employees about what insurance he has which is super gross. Pearce tells Tommy that she, Nancy, and TK are on hydration duty. Nancy gets upset but Tommy says they will do it. Nancy and TK are pissed and annoyed with Pearce but Tommy admits that he is good at his job. She reminds them about how he saved Dan. Nancy asks her what happens when Paragon takes over and they don't have jobs anymore. Tommy says they will help as much as they can for as long as they can.

Tommy receives notification that it's a false alarm and the three of them start to leave. They see Pearce and his partner load one of the factory workers into the Paragon ambulance. Tommy confronts them and Pearce tells her that they're taking the man to the hospital due to exposure. Tommy tells him it was a false alarm and Pearce tells her that she's out of line. Tommy calls him son and he pulls rank on her. Tommy apologizes for calling him son and says she should have called him a profiteering sociopath. TK calls him a sellout and Nancy calls him a coward. Pearce says he will report them to the chief and they will get suspended. He and his partner load the man onto the ambulance and then it explodes. Tommy, Nancy, and TK run towards the ambulance . Pearce stumbles out of the ambulance with injuries and Tommy and Nancy go to his aid while TK and Pearce's partner go to check on the factory worker. Tommy sees that Pearce's chest is not rising evenly. She performs a thoracostomy which is rare to do in the field and is successful. Tommy saves Pearce's life.

Owen gets a visit from Kendra and he decides to confront her about the money. Owen accuses her of treating him like a sex worker. Kendra explains to him that her brother died of lung cancer which is why she was at the benefit gala. She then tells him that the $100,000 is for the cancer charity while the $40,000 is for the dog charity. The bone that was in the memo line was a dog bone.

Kendra: "In what bronzer-soaked universe would I spend $100,00 to sleep with you?"

Kendra says this always happens to her. Money ruins everything. She never knows if people like her for her or if they want something out of her. Owen tells her he doesn't care about her money. He asks her on another date - a real date. 

Tommy goes to see Pearce in the hospital. I thought it was very sweet that she brought him a peace lily (or at least I think that was a peace lily). Either way it was a sweet gesture. Tommy tells him she is there to check on the incision she made. Pearce tells her that the doctor says it was a good incision and that she's in the wrong field. Pearce tells Tommy she is doing exactly what she is meant to do. I find it interesting that Tommy performed the same procedure in the field that Hen Wilson did on 9-1-1.  Pearce tells Tommy he is planning on suing Paragon right before Jacques shows up with flowers and other gifts. Pearce tells him he wants $20 million dollars. He then says he plans on suing Jacques for everything he's worth ... and then some. Jacques says that everything that happened was an accident. Pearce reminds him that the accident was caused by faulty equipment in the rig which Pearce had already warned him about. Tommy tells Jacques that if Pearce lodged a complaint already then this accident is due to negligence. Jacques leaves to call his lawyer. Tommy looks to Pearce and tells him that karma is a beautiful thing.

What a fun episode! This season has been filled with serial killers, sociopathic exes, and plots to blow up greater Austin. Now that all of that is behind us, it's great that we're back to episodes where we get humor and some fun emergency sequences. I really like that we got to focus on the paramedics this episode. I really enjoyed Tommy's pettiness while dealing with the insufferable Pearce. One thing Lone Star does well is its recurring characters. We got Ty O'Brien earlier this season and now we have Pearce back for his third episode. Hopefully we'll see Dave from the dispatch center before this season is over.

Owen's plot is everything I want from that character. Rob Lowe is a comedic actor first and foremost. He is not an action hero. When the show lets him be silly, that's where he really shines in my opinion. Of all the women we have seen him with, I like Kendra the most. I hope we get to see more of her and I have a feeling we will.  

I know some folks will call this a filler episode but so far I don't think we've gotten any filler episodes this season. I think season 2 is the best season of Lone Star but this season may just snatch the number one spot for me if it continues on this trajectory. If you're reading this, what did you think of this episode? Which plot did you like the best? The Tommy versus Paragon storyline or the American Gigolo storyline with Owen? Feel free to comment! I'm excited to see what happens next! Until next time ...

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[slaymepleaseme]

First Meeting

The anticipation had built for so long I couldn’t even remember how long it had been. As I knocked on the door I was breathless, not from exertion, but from nerves, expectation, fear, hope and a million other emotions. I stood there for what seemed an eternity. What if he doesn’t answer? What if he’s changed his mind? What if he takes one look at me and loses interest?

When the door opened, there was just a fraction of a second of what might have been awkwardness. I’m not sure of my expression – probably worry – but he immediately smiled. It was a big smile, a pleased smile, an eager smile. It took away all my earlier fears. He grabbed my hand pulling me inside and closing the door behind me. I dropped my bag on the floor and without one word coming from either of our mouths he grabbed my waist, pulled me to him and kissed me. The passion of months, the chats, the video calls, the phone calls all in one kiss. It was intoxicating. My knees went weak.

Suddenly and still with no words, we were pawing at each other. The kiss continued as hands were everywhere, clothes ripped off and flying across the room. We knew what we wanted. Foreplay wasn’t a concern. We had months of that behind us. We’d spend hours later really entertaining all of our much discussed fantasies. Right now though, we had a common goal. We wanted each other. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast and feel him cum in a tirade of animal sex. That’s what he wanted too.

When all of our clothes had been shed, I broke away from what was still that first kiss and laid down on the bed, pulling him to me. I had felt how hard he was as he pressed against me, but wasn’t prepared for just how massive his cock was as he climbed on the bed and kneeled in front me of me. My pussy was dripping I was so wet. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me. I spread my legs far apart and nodded my head. “Fuck me, please!” “Are you sure?” “NOW!”

He leaned forward with one hand propping himself beside me. I reached down and took hold of my prize, guiding him toward my eager pussy. When the head of his cock first touched me I thought I would cum at that second, but somehow pushed past it. Our eyes locked together and he plunged forward. I moaned out loudly, from the force of it and the raw emotion of finally, finally joining with him.

With my legs wrapped around his ass and my hands on his hips we rocked for what seemed like forever. It was hard and fast and oh so deep. The reality of it was better than either of us could have imagined. Our bodies were perfect for each other and we were in perfect sync. When he learned down and started kissing on my neck as we were fucking it was all I needed to finally let go. I started to cum in a rush. My legs were shaking and a scream escaped my lips. The tingle spread from my pussy down my legs and back up all the way to my head and back again. I must have clamped down on him in the wave of it because he too let out a moan and in a matter of seconds was cumming with me. I felt his hot juices burst inside me. I saw the pleasure in his eyes. It was so intense, more than either of us could have imagined.

We lay there for a long time, with no words, taking it all in, catching our breath. Still between my legs he had shifted to one side. We’d need time to recover from the magnitude of our releases, but now we could explore. He ran his fingers through my hair while I traced my finger across his lips. We had plenty of time and now we wouldn’t rush.