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owliellder · 7 months

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Two's A Crowd

College Bully! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)

Description: College is proving to be a lot harder than you imagined. You cannot fail this math class. So when you've tried everything else, a well-known student is recommended to you by your professor for tutoring lessons, not really leaving you with much of a choice but to work with him.

Warnings: Not proofread, No Use of Y/N, Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Bullying, Yelling, Cursing

Tags: College AU, Bully! Leon, Shy! Reader, both are in their early 20's, Leon is Rude AF in the beginning, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, Fingering, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Tags to be Added

Author's Note: Yay!! New multi-chapter fic in honor of 800 followers!!

I'm a sucker for tropes and mean Leon is one I can't keep out of my head. If you're not good at math then this is the fic for you! (also don't mind me slipping some Sky lore in here...)

Cross-posted onto AO3

Chapter 1

Growing up, college had always been a big dream of yours, leaving you fantasizing day in and out about all the possibilities that would open up, along with actually getting to live through the renowned “college experience”.

In reality, college was a lot harder than you were expecting. Your parents had told you to jump right into it after high school, fearing taking a gap year would ruin your good streak. The stress was starting to get to you and it was only a semester into your freshman year. All the tests, projects, and general studying really wore down on your mental health, not to mention you were failing the one math class you had.

You couldn’t tell your parents, no, they’d probably have a heart attack, especially since that math class was a prerequisite to another class that you needed to take. They were already worried enough that you hadn’t picked a major yet, so who knows how they’d take the news that you were failing right off the bat.

It was hard enough that you were feeling homesick. This was the first time you’d ever been this far away from home, studying at a university when you would’ve been perfectly content going to a community college closer to home. Your roommate was nice, but the two of you weren’t growing any closer than mere acquaintances, so it always felt awkward to just exist in your own dorm room.

Your eating habits worsened with the lack of any real food within five miles of campus. Sure there were a couple fast food chains on the campus itself, but they closed incredibly early. By the time you finished studying, which was around six in the evening, it had already closed. Not to mention that when they were open, the lines were comically long. University food was out of the question after you got violently ill from their “chicken nuggets”, so you were left with the little money your parents provided once a week to order takeout or make quick trips to the store to buy a frozen meal. Only one, since the mini fridge in your dorm was almost always occupied by your roommates stuff.

Everything was so exhausting and you were way out of your comfort zone having to use the community bathrooms for all your hygienic routines. Walking in always made you feel like you were interrupting a meeting in the president’s oval office with how many nasty looks you were given when all you were trying to do was brush your teeth.

The first thing you saw whenever you opened up Canvas was a massive F staring you down from the little box that comprised the majority of your math assignments and tests, making you feel less than worthless. This one semester alone helped you understand why so many people dropped out, this was hard.

By now you’d already gone to your math professor multiple times asking for redos or extra credit work. He was probably sick of seeing you since you showed up after almost every single assignment’s grades were submitted.

“Heeeyyy, Mr. Lebovic..” You said after knocking your knuckle against his open door to grab his attention. “Listen, about that last quiz, I-”

He cut you off with a wave of his hand before gesturing towards one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk. You hurried to sit down, watching nervously as he slowly pulled his eyes off his computer and onto you. “I get it, you don’t need to explain yourself.” His relaxed tone and faint smile was enough to ease your nerves a bit, letting your shoulders slump with a sigh. “You’ve been trying really hard, I can easily recognize that.”

You nodded eagerly, licking your dry lips as you opened your mouth to speak, only to be cut off again. “I’ve been looking into studying options that might help you. Resources are scarce for this material, but I think I finally have a tutor to help you out.”

A wave of relief washed over you at the mention of tutor. Maybe you wouldn’t have to face the wrath of your parent’s disappointment after all! “Oh.. o-okay…” you stuttered, eyebrows furrowing as you silently beckoned him to continue.

“I teach another math class, it’s higher level, but I have a student in there that’s just taken up tutoring the material you’re learning.” Your professor seemed just as happy as you were about the opportunity. “His name is Leon Kennedy, he’s got one of the study rooms in the library from three to five in the afternoon on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.”

It took you a second to process everything Mr. Lebovic was telling you before you scrambled to pull out a sticky note and a pen to write all the information down on. You heard the older man chuckle softly, looking over at him when he held out a small piece of paper to you. “I wrote it down already for you, don’t worry.” You wished you could’ve thanked him tenfold, but his office hours were closed for the day now, so you said a quick goodbye and hurried back to your dorm, holding onto the piece of paper like a lifeline.

Contrary to what your math professor thinks, you knew the name “Leon Kennedy”. You had a couple friends that you hung out with occasionally out in the grass in front of the science building and they’d brought him up before. The few vague bits of info that you’d heard weren’t flattering, painting this Leon in quite a bad light; the stereotypical jock in a frat flying by on a full-ride scholarship. However, he was your saving grace now and you needed to develop more of an unbiased opinion of him if he was going to help you raise your grade from an F.

“Yeesh, sorry I’m not better at math or I would’ve helped you.” One of your friends, Sky, spoke up as they read the piece of paper your professor gave you yesterday from over your shoulder. “Even if you were better at math, I still wouldn’t trust you.” Ella, your other friend, laughed out.

“Ha ha, yeah, Sky failed math four times. Big whoop.” Sky waved their hands dramatically before walking over to sit down next to Ella in the dead grass. “Seriously though, you’re better off taking a failing grade and dealing with your parents. Kennedy is the devil incarnate.”

“The devil incarnate sounds easier to put up with than my parents, so I’ll take my chances..” You grumbled, taking a seat on a medium-sized rock close to the pair. “Maybe he’s turning a new leaf? Deciding to tutor?”

Sky crossed her arms and rolled her eyes which made Ella elbow them in the side before giving you a sympathetic smile. “Maybe so, but please just be careful. I don’t want you having to put up with some jackass that has an ego bigger than Texas.”

You nodded with a slight frown, moving your foot side to side lazily to push the grass blades around. You didn’t even think to consider the repercussions of studying with some random junior. “I’m sure it’ll be alright. Besides, just tell Sky and I if he’s giving you any trouble. I know damn well no man likes to put up with two women yelling in his face.” Sky nodded and pointed to Ella for added dramatics. “Yeah, and I bite. My top six teeth are porcelain so that shit hurts. Trust me.”

Your friends never failed to make you laugh, a slight resolve in a pool full of worries, you suppose. “Don’t worry, you guys’ll be the first to know if Leon is mean.”

“Good. Now, when’re you gonna go see the guy?” Sky rested their arms on their knees before looking up at you. “Uh.. in a couple hours I guess. I already made the appointment.” Your response seemed to surprise both of your friends, giving them a confused look in response to their shocked ones. “Is that.. Is that not a good time?”

“No no, just.. I thought you would’ve maybe taken a little longer to go and see him.” Ella shrugged, reaching a hand up to scratch behind their neck. “Proud of you, taking the initiative like that.” She then looked at her phone before pulling herself off the ground with a small groan. “I got class in a couple minutes. Good luck with the frat boy.”

She patted your shoulder as she walked off towards the larger building on campus, leaving you and Sky alone for the rest of the time. Part of you wished both of your friends could walk you to the library when the time came, but having Sky was enough. “So.. Leon’s bad bad?” You needed a bit more clarification on the guy you were going to spend one-on-one time with, something to calm you down after running through countless scenarios in your head.

“He’s not all bad, 'least I don't think. I’ve exchanged a few ‘hello’s’ and ‘excuse me’s’ with him here and there since we apparently frequent the same building.” Sky scooted over to the rock you were sitting on, placing the back of their head on your legs. A couple brown leaves blew over from a nearby tree which they grabbed and crunched with their hand. “I haven’t personally experienced any bad happenings around him, but he is part of a pretty notoriously rowdy frat, so you have to promise me that you’ll only study with him on campus and never go to that frat house or any frat house in general, alright?”

Sky pointed up at you, poking the underside of your chin which made you laugh again and swat their hand away. “As much as I rave about wanting to have the stereotypical college experience, going to a frat house was never part of my daydreaming.”

“Good. Keep it that way.” They switched their fingers to give you a quick thumbs up before letting their arm flop down into their lap, eyes closing with a sigh. “Anyways, besides all that, wanna go get some food? I don’t have another class today and you’ve got about an hour and a half to spare, so actually you have no choice. Get up.”

You stood up with a shake of your head once Sky pushed off of your legs who stood up as well with a small stretch. “Don’t burn me at the stake, but I kinda want grocery store sushi. I’m feeling lucky.”

“Please don’t.” You sighed, pocketing the piece of paper before beginning to follow behind Sky as they started to walk across the grass.

After the two of you shared a sandwich from some random shop not too far off campus, Sky walked with you up to the library, stopping just before the front desk. They agreed to not wander in with you under the condition that you’ll go to their dorm straight after to discuss details.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. Most of what you heard about this guy meant he was bad news, though you really didn’t have much of a choice when it came to seeing him. Like your math professor said, there weren’t a lot of options when it came to studying the material you were learning. Sure you had the internet and other students in the class, but you preferred the idea of a tutor since you’d already exhausted yourself trying to follow along with various youtube videos. You needed the in-person teaching, it just stuck better in your head that way.

Slowly starting to walk, you made your way over to the study rooms lining the back of the library. The rooms seemed pretty private with the only window being on the door, which had glass nearly top to bottom. Thankfully the rooms were numbered and Leon had texted you which room to go to when you made the appointment with him, you had no idea what he looked like and you didn’t want to look like a creep eyeballing people through the door until you hopefully found the right person.

Standing off to the side, you could see the number you were looking for sitting above the door, taking a brief moment to collect yourself and hype yourself up to talk to someone who didn’t have the greatest reputation. Set aside everything you’ve heard and just hope for the best..

You took in a deep breath as you strode over to the door, glancing inside through the window before knocking to let him know you were there. The table was angled off more to the left so you didn’t immediately see him until he leaned over the table to see who had knocked. Confidence left you as soon as you made eye contact with Leon due to the groan you could hear through the door. It took you a couple seconds, but you eventually managed to get your body to work with you, hand turning the handle to let yourself in.

“-the last thing I need..” You caught the end of his little rant to himself as you opened the door. The saying “fake it ‘till you make it” is harder than it sounds since your entire body decided to betray you, deciding that shrinking in was the best move. Quietly, you shuffled over to sit across from him at the table, placing your backpack in your lap in some weird way to provide comfort in this situation.

“You weren’t supposed to show up.” Leon grumbled, sitting far back in the tilted chair as his feet lifted the front end of the chair slightly. His arms were crossed and he was giving you probably the nastiest look you’ve ever seen, next to your parents, of course. All you did was sit there giving him a blank stare. It was obvious what he’d said, yet the sheer forwardness of that snide comment had you more than confused. “What?-”

“You weren’t supposed to show up.” Apparently he felt the need to repeat himself with some added bite, barely letting you get a word in. “No one ever shows up to these shitty tutor- whatever the fucks.”

Wow. Okay. “Uh..” You didn’t even know what to say to that. It completely caught you off guard. You’d run through countless ways this interaction would go in your head, but this wasn’t one of those ways. The two of you sat in a very tense silence with Leon just glaring at you from across the table, continuing to rock back and forth in the chair.

Without uncrossing his arms, Leon lifted a hand and waved it around slightly while shaking his head. “Are you actually still gonna sit here orrr…?” The sound of his voice finally snapped you out of shock, causing you to shoot your gaze down to your backpack, fumbling with its partially broken zipper. “I-.. Mr. Lebovic recommended you..?”

You pulled out a few of your failed assignments from your bag before setting them down on the table with shaky hands, keeping your eyes glued to the papers to avoid that burning stare the man in front of you has. “I need-.. I need help..?”

“Do you?” Leon let the chair fall forward, his sarcastic tone starting to make your whole body tremble. “You don’t sound like you do.” He snatched one of your assignments from the table and held it up, pursing his lips as he studied the various red marks made on it closely. You chose to not respond to that, letting your hands rest on top of your backpack so you had something to squeeze.

He turned the page around, the sound of the paper wobbling the only thing you could hear right after the sound of the central heat blowing through the vent in the room. Suddenly, Leon started chuckling to himself, shaking his head incredulously as he flipped the paper back and forth a couple times before letting it fall back to the table. “This is terrible!” His laugh grew louder as he tilted his body to the side to pull out his phone, taking a picture of the assignments you’d put on the table.

How on earth were you supposed to react to that other than just sitting quietly? He was actually making fun of you right to your face. Hell, he might as well point and laugh if he’s going to be this brasen.

The most you could muster up was a quiet yet high-pitched “... huh?” in response to him. This whole ordeal was spiraling a little too fast for you to keep up with. You were expecting to put up with some grown man with a bratty attitude or even just a very uninterested, not all there jock with how Leon’s been described to you, not blatant bullying.

“Huh?” He mocked, taking one last look at his phone while loudly sucking on his teeth before pocketing it again. “Anyways, this is actually sad. How are you managing to fuck simple math up like this?” He roughly grabbed all the papers on the table and stacked them before partially tossing them back at you, some slipping onto the floor. “You’re too far gone, even I can’t fix that.”

You let out a gasp when the papers were tossed at your face, scrambling to catch some of them. Pushing the chair back, you leaned over to grab the few that fell on the floor, desperately holding back tears. “Please, you don’t understand.” You pleaded, voice cracking as you tried your best not to start crying in front of him. “I-I need to pass this class. I’m passing everything else, I just can’t keep up with this one!” You were speed-talking to try and argue your case, sitting back up with the small pile of papers that you struggled to stack properly.

Leon started rocking back in his chair again, arms back across his chest as he watched you with squinted eyes. The corners of his lips soon turned up into a smirk, taking in your sorry state before rolling his eyes with a dramatic groan. “Alright, alright, stop whining, jesus..” He cleared his throat, letting his head fall over the back of the chair. “I’ll help you only because I feel bad for you.” It’s not like he was going to admit that he was being forced to be a tutor, no one needs leverage over him like that

You couldn’t help but give a small smile despite his implication. It was a start. “And I’m not gonna do it today, either.” Well, the sooner the better, but still, it’s a start.

He then stood up from the chair, fixing his jacket with a sigh. “If you show up even a minute late on Friday, I’m not helping” and before you even had a chance to reply, he walked out of the room, the door shutting with a slam which made you flinch. Luckily, you were a very punctual person when it came to this kind of stuff. This was important, so if you had to show up early, so be it. You hurriedly shoved your assignments back into your backpack, not even fully zipping it up before rushing out of the study room, back through the library, and to the dorms.

“He said that?!” Sky yelled, quickly wiping their hand over their mouth to quiet themself once you shushed them. “I don’t really feel comfortable with you going to another ‘study session’ with that guy if he’s just gonna bully you.”

“I wouldn’t call it bullying-”

“He was bullying you.”

“OKAY! So what if he was?!” You fell back onto Sky’s bed with a sigh, arms splayed out with your legs dangling off the side. “I can handle it. As long as I get my grade up, who cares?”

Sky sat down next to you on their bed, giving you a sad look as you sat yourself up with your elbows. “I care. So does Ella. You shouldn’t put up with that just for a grade. I’m sure if you explain to your professor and-”

“And what? Tell him that I’m a grown woman getting bullied over something I should know by now?” You sat yourself up fully now, leaning forward to place your elbows on your thighs as your head rested in your hands. “It’s only until finals are over and we’re already halfway through October. Maybe I won’t even need that much time, maybe I’m just missing one simple… math move and it’ll get the gears in my brain moving again.”

You tilted your head to the side to look at Sky, head now resting only in your right hand as you took in their annoyed look. “Trust me. I can handle this.”

“If you say so.” They ran their fingers through her hair before looking away from you, directing their attention forward to stare off at nothing. “Just remember that I bite and I’m not afraid to use my fake chompers on that no good-”

“I don’t wanna think about escalations right now, but thank you.” You chuckled, playfully nudging Sky with your free hand before moving it back to hold your head up with the other. Though you were trying to convince Sky on this, you were mostly just trying to convince yourself that you could handle this. Handle Leon and his.. alluring charm..

Only until finals, maybe even sooner.

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queenie-the-court-jester · 29 days

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HII, saw your post on wanting asks, well here 🫶 I love talking so, and specifically on playboy yandere!! I'm a sucker for angst and yanderes falling into insanity honestly, so let me ramble a bit

- imagine if reader graduates highschool and gets an overseas scholarships!! They also convince their family to move together with them so Kameron can't hurt or use them to blackmail reader. So with only a break up text saying like "bye manwhore 😍😍", blocking and deleting all their social media, I wonder how long and how far would he take to get reader back again? Would he inherit his parent's riches, hire some private investigatiors to find reader and find the country they're living in, expand his business over to their country in order to gain power to trap his darling. And I wonder how deranged his reaction would be to reader's text and be like no way, they're joking right, and runs to their house and whatever usual spots they're at normally, and just break down into insanity. would he try to use substitutes for reader to maintain his sanity or go fully devoid of emotions and start working hard to gain power and influence to find reader again!! I'm also curious how he would process his darling leaving him, would he become delusional first, saying they got kidnapped or something, or some ex or fling of his hurt reader, and then proceed to anger, depression, grief and then finally accept the reality!!

Ok that's a lot of rambling 😭😭 hope it's okay. I rlly enjoyed that fic, was rent FREE in my mind for a whole day

you know luci, you just gave me an idea. So have a part TWO of THIS DUMBASS HOE 🤝

Yandere playboy x reader

Tw: mentions of murder, kameron being delulu, yandere and obsessive behavior

💋kameron was having another breakdown. Sobbing pathetically on the floor of your old bedroom. Just how did you run away? And on such short notice too!? Didn't his love mean anything to you!? WHY DID YOU ABANDON HIM?

💋a million thoughts swirled through his head, until he finally got one that just... stuck. He had to get you back. No matter how long it takes. Getting up and dusting himself off, he kicked the front door open and quickly left the empty house

💋it was a shame really. The once sane and popular boy was struggling to keep his image. So he got help. Not professional as in therapists and medication. Just hiring other students to cover for him Incase he slipped up. all while snooping through the head teachers computer to see if they had any notes on where you might have gone. He almost got caught a few times

"shit that was close.. i can't believe these idiots leave their passwords just anywhere"

💋he knew he shouldn't be back at the school, especially since he graduated but he needs all the information he can get. Eventually moving onto private investigators and online stalking through multiple other accounts. He'd try anything just to see what his darling was doing without him. Were you enjoying making him suffer? You're so cruel..

💋hiring other people to befriend you and lower your guard, gathering any Information they can

💋 kameron who spent a while convincing his parents to let him take hold of the company. He had a degree, a bright mind, responsibility. He's perfect for the job! Oh if only they knew where his 60% was going.. funding multiple businesses across the world in exchange for keeping a careful eye. Making him quite the celebrity

💋look darling! He's on the news-! ...oh right you're not here.. one evening, while working in his office, a new secretary comes in to introduce themselves. They look just like you! He could only stare in shock.

"my love..? Is that you!?"

"..who?"

💋turns out it was just a doppelganger. But with enough time he'd delude himself into thinking it was you. Courting them with the same flowers, chocolates and jewelry he'd given you. It worked like a charm! Now you were back In their arms again. They felt whole..

💋he married your lookalike a year later, the poor fool being too naive and oblivious to think. He was happy for awhile.. or until one of his P.I's came in to show him they found you. His reality started to break.

💋no.. how could he do this to you. Replacing you with some cheap street whore. That night, when they went to bed, he gave them a cup of water and smiled sweetly. Watching as their face went red and they started to cough for air after gulping it down. Clawing at the sheets and staring at him with wide fearful eyes. Begging him to help them

"...slut."

💋 burrying the body in his backyard, he paid people with underground connections to cover for him while he was away. Claiming they suddenly vanished, having run away with a small fortune. How idiotic are people, to actually believe him..

💋kameron disguised himself and went straight for the country you decided to flee too. 5 years apart from you.. he had no idea how he managed to live so long without his beloved, but it was all worth it. Because now you'll be back where you belong. In his arms.

💋you were busy working at your job, running a small business was no joke but atleast the people in the area were friendly. So you didn't notice the suited figure Infront of your cash register

"thank you, please come again-"

💋you froze, looking up at the terrifyingly familiar face. He stared back at you with only glee and love

"hello my darling~ you've been on a naughty streak for a while Haven't you? That's okay, I'll just set you straight when we go back home."

💋big burly men all blocked you from escaping by guarding the doors. Dragging all the other customers out so you both could have your moment. Now you could never leaver leave him. Ever.

#yandere x reader #yandere x darling #queenie writes #queenie ocs #ocs #yandere #yandere male #yandere male x reader #male yandere #male yandere x reader #Yandere oc x reader #Oc x reader #Oc #Kameron the playboy #yandere headcanons

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thatfreshi · 8 months

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Can I request an Astarion x reader fic where the reader keeps getting hit on/cat called by random people, and she brushes it off at first but it slowly becomes evident that it really bothers her, and needs someone to intervene or comfort her?

TW - Sexual harassment, threat of kidnapping

Recommended Song: Used - SZA FT. Don Toliver

Ah taverns, such wondrous places of inebriation and sloppy people of all creeds. You and Astarion are party people, despite his introverted nature. It's more about being two people thriving in chaos, playing the other patrons like pawns to make the night exciting, flirting with a stranger to snatch their drink from the bar, and all of those morally grey things. Sure, maybe it's not ethical to steal, but it sure is fun.

It's not a secret that you are two of the most good-looking regulars, but it's also well-known that you're severely monogamous. In fact, it's gotten very close to voyeurism multiple times, which has gotten you kicked out of a couple places. You don't mind public displays of affection, even if they're a little far gone at times. All of that to say, it's hard not to notice when you arrive.

Ever since the death of Cazador, you've been living in luxury. Despite rejecting ascension, Astarion didn't mind getting his hands all over the stockpile of gold and jewels the Szarrs had at their estate. After all, you'd say he deserves it. It's almost like being nobility, adorned in gorgeous clothing amongst the common people, and yet you fit in quite well. This rich adornment came with tight-fitting gowns, gorgeous lace pieces, corsets of the highest quality. Those also didn't go unnoticed, but this night in particular some people crossed the line.

You and Astarion brought your own bottle of wine to start the evening, something to get you loose enough to put up with whatever was on tap. Occasionally you'd befriend some strangers, just for the evening. Astarion had a bad habit of making jokes about his vampirism, so you often avoided speaking to the same people again in case they'd look past his sarcasm.

This night in particular you'd come across quite the fun group, and you'd kindly shared some of your wine with them, which was a most rare occurrence. Soon enough you ran out, and Astarion offered to grab something else for the table.

"I'll be right back darling."

He has a habit of disappearing in most circles, but he's always nearby when it comes to you, especially in a place like this. Of course he's protective of you, all you truly have is each other. He'll walk to the bar and purchase a new bottle, keeping eyes, or at least ears on you the entire time he's away. Perks of loving an elf, as his heightened senses have come in handy multiple times.

"Well, that man of yours certainly is something."

A human man comments from across the table, taking a sip of your fancy wine.

"I know."

You smirk, taking a sip of your drink.

"I can't imagine he's all that in the bedroom though."

You almost spit out your wine, surprised by the audacity of this complete stranger.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?"

"Just someone who thinks you could do better."

"And what makes you say that?"

"Well, I could bed you for a change."

You almost want to throw up at how bold this man is being. Instead of dragging the conversation on any further, you grab your drink and go to stand up, trying to eye Astarion from across the room. The tavern was awfully busy, far more than usual. After realizing he was nowhere in sight, you move to make your way to the bar. Suddenly, there's a hand in your hair, yanking you back.

"Well that's no way to treat a nice young man, now is it?"

This human snarls in your ear. No one seems to notice the situation, as the crowd is bustling. It's not often you get scared of random tavern goers, but this man is far more handsy than others.

"Unhand me."

You go to grab for the knife hidden under the slit of your dress, realizing you forgot to grab it on the way out. Of course, tonight of all nights. Realizing you were trying to grab for a weapon, the human twists your wrist behind your back, making you yelp in pain.

Astarion had a hard time hearing that night because of all the overlapping conversation, but that sound was all he needed for his ears to perk up and for him to abandon his drink mission. He has a keen sense for knowing when you're in danger.

"Adorable, you think you're that strong huh?"

He goes to feel where you reached for your knife, lingering on your leg a little too long. Then, he freezes.

"Excuse me sir, could you show me where your pulse is in your neck? Make sure your blood's still pumping?"

Astarion has his dagger in hand behind your attacker. The human starts shaking, and slowly creeps his hand off of your leg and onto his neck.

"Very good. Now, if you'd like to keep that precious sustenance pumping through your veins and don't want me to pop your jaw out of it's socket, you'll unhand my wife."

He points the tip of his dagger right where the neck meets the jawline, almost drawing blood. Soon after the human unhands your hair, and scrambles away, not before Astarion leaves the tiniest knick in his neck: a reminder. You turn around and embrace the vampire, finally catching your breath. He lets you stay wrapped around his side as he guides you out of the tavern.

"Are you alright my love? Did he hurt you?"

"Just my scalp a little. I forgot my knife before we left, stupid mistake."

He lifts your chin up to make eye contact with him.

"You shouldn't have to be armed so some man won't harass you. Would I prefer you to have a weapon on you? Of course, but if you ever can't protect yourself, I will."

You start to tear up a little. It's been a while since you've been that scared, and no one seemed to notice. What would've happened if Astarion was too late?

"Look at me."

He wakes you from your thoughts.

"Let's go home. Perhaps this isn't the right place for us."

You wrap your arm around his, holding onto his sleeve. Darkvision is nice at times like this, since he can see much further than you. The walk home is quiet, and he doesn't mind. However, he is constantly eyeing nearby alleyways in case that man decides to get smart with him. When you get home you ball up on the sofa, and he makes sure the door is double-locked, something he doesn't often do considering he made the locks himself. He makes his way to the sofa, the plush velvet making a nice contrast to rickety wooden chairs of the tavern.

"Come here darling."

He pulls you back to lay on him, and he unclasps your necklace, placing it gently on the nearby table.

"Astarion?"

You look up at him.

"Yes my love?"

Tears prick at your eyes again. You have a hard time getting the words out, as if it's an embarrassing question.

"Will... will you always keep me safe?"

Your voice wavers. He starts massaging your shoulders.

"Of course my sweet Tav, I'll keep you safe as long as you live."

His voice lowered, a certain serious tone taking hold. Part of him felt guilty things even went as far as they did tonight, but he promised himself he'd never let it happen again.

"I love you."

He smiles. It's not often you just say 'I love you' to one another, it's usually said in many different ways, in actions, in pet names. You save it for serious moments, when it feels important to remind each other of your love, how it binds you.

"I love you too darling."

Nothing else is said. Soon enough you fall asleep as he rubs your back, peaceful and safe.

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f1goat · 6 months

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his teammate + lando norris x part seven

In which you find yourself getting closer to your brothers new teammate who's a dick.

lando norris x fem!verstappen (sister) + cursewords + eventually smutty i wrote this before, but i'm rewriting it because i missed somethings. you can comment if you want to be added to a taglist :) thanks for reading!

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“Maybe we should get inside now? I can’t warm you up forever,” Lando says jokingly. You know he’s right, but you don’t want to leave your comfortabel position against him. He presses a soft kiss against your forehead. That’s the other reason you don’t want to go back inside. You can’t be this close with him if everyone is around. But still, you can’t stay here either for the rest of the night.

“I still want to introduce you to my friend,” Lando tells you.

“I think I already met him,” you reply with a small smile, “if your friend is Max.”

“How?” Lando asks you confused.

You let out a soft laugh and tell Lando about your meeting with Max from earlier tonight.

“Okay, but I still want to introduce you properly,” Lando says, “So come on.”

Without further discussion Lando takes you back inside the club with him. He grabs your hand and leads you to the people while he searches for his friend. You think about everything that is happening and just happened. It’s a lot to progress. When you’re sober tomorrow you really need to think about all of this.

It doesn’t take Lando long to find his friend. Together with him you’re standing in front of Max. The boy is smiling at Lando and you.

“Fixed it?” Max asks while looking at you. You show him a small nod.

Max, Lando and you continue to talk for a while. You’re quick to find out that Max is a nice guy. He seems to have the same humor as Lando, but is a bit more well mannered. They tell you about how they have been friends for a very long time and even lived together for a while. Max jokes about Lando who was a terrible housemate - he was never there and if he was he made a mess. You laugh with them. This is nice. Lando informs you about the girlfriend Max has, Max is quick to suggest a double date. Before you realize it, Lando already accepted the offer.

Does that mean you’re officially dating Lando?

Lando and you really need to talk about a lot of things.

Do you want to date Lando? It doesn’t surprise you that your heart is already screaming ‘yes’.

You continue to have fun with Max and Lando. The conversations are nice. Max jokes about Lando a lot, something you also like. It’s easy to connect with Max. Lando puts his arm around your waist to pull you a bit closer to himself.

“Ah there you are!”

It’s your brother who interrupts your conversation with Max and Lando. You suddenly feel stressed. Slowly you take a few steps away from Lando, hoping your brother doesn’t notice how close you were to his teammate earlier.

“I want to introduce you to someone,” your brother says excitedly, “I think you’ll really like him.”

Fuck. This happens sometimes. Max is drunk and gets the idea that he needs to meddle into your love life. Which often results in an attempt to match you with someone. Most of the time, someone you really don’t like. So far there has been multiple RedBull employees, but also a few drivers from when Max was still in F3. You wonder who it is this time.

“Oh that’s unnecessary,” you tell him, “I just met Max - Lando his friend.”

“No, no,” your brother is quick to react, “You’ll really like him! Come on.”

He grabs you by your arm and drags you with him. You can only send Lando an apologetic look. He shows you a small smile back, something you’re glad about. Still you feel a bit unease. You wonder who Max is taking you to. It’s always your perfect match according to Max, but they are always weird.

In the mean time Lando lets out a soft sigh. His friend sends him a worried look. Lando doesn’t say anything at first. He thinks about everything that just happened. You told him that you also feel something between yourself and him. He kissed you, or better said you kissed him first. He was already talking about double dates, he didn’t even need to think about it. Lando knows perfectly well what he wants. It’s you. He wants you.

“Is Max going to match her to some random dude?” Max asks Lando after a bit, “Man it’s weird to use my own name like that,” he adds with a soft laugh.

“I don’t know,” Lando shrugs.

“She’s nice,” Max changes the conversation, “I understand you want to better yourself for her.”

“You like her?” Lando asks interested to his friend.

“Yeah,” Max replies, “I think she’s great for you.”

Lando smiles. It means a lot to him that his friend likes you as well. Certainly when that said friend is Max. He’s glad Max sees it as well.

“But you really have to fill me in,” Max continues, “First you get all worked up and tell me you have to get some fresh air, then I walk into Y/N who tells me she lied to you and needs to find you. And then you walk back together and act like a couple. How does that work?”

“She lied because it makes her nervous. Y/N has no idea how her brother will react and she’s told me she doesn’t like my attitude sometimes and all those girls,” Lando explains, “but she did say she felt something between us as well. I tried to tell her I’m trying to better myself, but after I said one or two sentences she kissed me.”

“She kissed you?” Max asks.

Lando nods, “She made the first step.”

“That’s great! Although I do think you two really have a lot to talk about tomorrow,” Max states, “I mean how will you go on from this?”

“I don’t know,” Lando shrugs, “I think that’s up to her. I want everything I can get from her.”

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“Pierre, this is my sister Y/N,” Max introduces you to his former teammate, “Y/N this is Pierre, he drives for Alpine but was my teammate once.”

You give Pierre your hand to introduce yourself again, but Pierre is quick to pull you in for a hug. He is quick to start talking to you. Max is even quick to disappear again. Great. Pierre talks about himself, he tells you about how he’s a great driver and that he’s waiting for his seat back at RedBull. “Next to Max of course,” he is quick to add, “because I really don’t understand what someone like Lando does at a top team like RedBull.”

You sigh. This is going to be a long night. Pierre puts his arm around your waist to make you dance a bit with him. You cringe at his movements. Together with him you dance for a bit. You look at your watch, if you do this for ten more minutes maybe then you can get back to Lando? You can just tell your brother that you don’t like Pierre. Like you always tell him after his match making attempts. Pierre pulls you closer to himself. You are quick to move a bit away from him again.

In the mean time Pierre keeps talking about himself. He doesn’t even ask one question about you. You can safely say he isn’t interested in your personality, he probably is just interested because of your looks. Annoying.

“You know,” Pierre starts another story, “I really don’t know why your brother is even trying to befriend Norris. He seems like the worst.”

This must be your luck right? How do you respond to this without letting Pierre notice there’s something going on between Lando and you?

“He’s quite nice,” you state carefully, “and he and Max learn a lot from each other.”

“What’s Norris learning Max? How he can crash?” Pierre jokes. You can’t hold back an annoyed sigh. Pierre drops the subject and continues to dance with you.

Lando can’t stop watching Pierre and you. This must be his luck. Finally he knows that you’re interested in him as well, only for your brother to play matchmaker a few seconds later. Max tries to distract him from Pierre and you, but he can’t succeed. Lando lets out a frustrated groan, he wants you for himself and now Pierre is dancing with you. He sees how Pierre keeps getting you closer to himself. It frustrates him even more. Would it be a bad thing to get you away from there? Maybe he can make up some excuse?

Lando doesn’t know that you’re having the same thoughts. How much longer do you need to do this before you can get back to Lando? What excuse can you use? You can’t figure it out yet. Your drunk brother keeps looking at you and Pierre with a smile. Does he really not realize that you two are a terrible match?

“What if I tell her I need to speak to her about Max?” Lando suggests to his friend, “or I can say that I need her help with something.”

“That are the worst excuses possible,” his friend tells him.

“But I can’t look at this,” Lando sighs, “I already didn’t like Pierre and now this.”

A slower more sensual song starts to play. Pierre puts his arms around your waist and spins you around. It doesn’t take long before you realize why. You don’t move yourself, you don’t want to play along with his idea.

Lando notices it as well. He sees how Pierre is getting way too close to you. A possessive feeling takes him over. He doesn’t even recognize this side of himself. He’s pretty sure that he’s experiencing a lot of jealousy right now. He needs you to get away from Pierre.

Maybe it’s time to make up some excuse. Pierre is grinding himself against your ass. You move away from him. This is something you don’t want. “I’m going to the toilet,” you mutter when Pierre sends you a confused look. Without waiting for his response you walk away from him. Maybe if you first go to the toilets, then you can get back in without Pierre noticing you. You can say later that you’ve lost him. That sounds like a good plan.

Lando sees how you’re walking away from Pierre. He’s quick to mutter something to Max about wanting to talk to you, before he starts to follow you. Without giving it a second thought Lando follows you in the ladies bathroom.

“Y/N,” he quickly says with a loud tone before you can disappear into one of the toilet stalls.

You turn around surprised when you hear your name. “Lan?” You ask surprised when you notice him. He’s quick to walk over towards you. You smile. Lando pulls you with him into one of the small toilet stalls. Before you can make any kind of remark about it, he presses his lips against yours. You react quickly. It doesn’t take long before the two of you are properly making out in the toilet stall.

Lando can’t help himself and starts to touch a bit more of your body. His hands find their way towards your ass. Slowly he touches you. When he feels a vibration against his mouth, he realizes that his movements made you moan. It makes him continue. He kneads your ass slowly with one hand, his other hand he uses to pull you as close towards himself as he can manage.

You let your hands rave through Lando his curls. Softly you pull onto one of his curls. He deepens the kiss as response. You love the feeling of him touching you, but you’re quick to realize you need - and want - more then this.

Slowly you move your hands down. When you reach Lando his pants, you touch his bulge softly. You use a bit more pressure then, slowly you palm Lando his bulge. It doesn’t take long for him to get harder. You notice directly. You continue your movements but increase your speed a bit.

Lando removes his lips from yours to let out a moan. He presses his lips against your neck afterwards. You feel him press multiple kisses against your neck. He’s fast to find your sweet spot. Softly he sucks on a bit of your skin, marking you as his own. When he removes his mouth from the spot, he can’t help but feel proud of the mark on your skin. Maybe Pierre will now understand that you’re not for him to claim. You’re already claimed by someone else. By him.

“Touch me,” you whisper to Lando. The words are coming out of your mouth before you can think about them. Lando smirks when he hears you. He feels proud of the needy tone your voice has because of him. He gives you what you want. His hands move across your body. He touches your breasts first. Firmly he kneads them through your bra. You grab one of his hands and move it under your bra. You need to feel Lando his skin on your own.

Lando is quick to follow up your movements with his other hand. He uses one of his hands to knead your breasts, while he softly pinches your nipple with his other. In the mean time his lips have found your neck again. After a bit he decides to move further. He’s glad about the dress your wearing. Slowly he pulls it up a bit, just enough for him to see your string and your ass.

“Fuck,” he mutters without thinking about it. “You look so good babygirl,” he continues.

You don’t reply verbally to him. You grind yourself against Lando. He realizes you want more from him. He presses his hand against your string. Slowly palming the place you want him the most. He puts on a bit more pressure. He can feel your wetness already. It’s making him even harder.

“More,” you beg.

Lando slides your string aside. He slowly uses one finger to slide through your folds.

“So wet already princess,” he groans, “Is that all for me?”

“Y-yes.”

He starts to touch different spots around and on your pussy. You try to wait patiently for him to touch your clit or to insert a finger. You let out a soft groan when it starts to take too long for you. Lando smirks when he notices. He slides his finger through your folds again, but this time he ends a bit higher. He’s almost touching your clit by now, but still not yet.

“Lan,” you softly beg.

“Yes princess?” He asks.

“More please,” you continue to beg.

Lando wastes no more time and puts his finger onto your clit. He starts to draw circles on it slowly. You let out a moan from his movements. This is for him a sign to increase his pace. He uses his other hand to knead your breast again. He switches between kneading your breast and pinching your nipple a couple times. In the mean time he flicks his finger onto your clit. You let out a moan. It’s unfair how he’s doing things like this to you. It’s insane how good it feels.

You’re no stranger to handjobs, but you have never experienced them like this. Lando is without a doubt the best one.

“Lan,” you moan softly, “I’m close.”

Lando stops his movements when he hears your words. Before you can say anything he presses a soft kiss on your lips.

“I don’t want you to have your first orgasm by me in this place,” he states, “so tell your brother and Pierre some excuse about that you’re leaving this place. We’re going to my hotel room.”

You let out an annoyed whimper. Lando smirks when he notices.

“I’ll do a lot more to you there babygirl,” he tells you.

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It’s a good thing that Max is incredibly drunk right now. You sure he doesn’t even think about your stupid excuse. You told him you’ve booked a taxi back to the hotel, since you’re not feeling well. You’re glad that you have your own room, so Max can’t check anything later tonight. Max doesn’t realize the words you’re saying, but he does wave you a goodbye. You’re lucky that Pierre seems to be gone, or you don’t see him at least.

You’re quick to get towards Lando again. He slides his arm around your shoulders and takes you with him towards the cab he already called.

On the way back towards the hotel, the two of you can’t resist touching each other. You’re sitting closely towards Lando, who has his hand laying on your thigh. He slowly draws circles onto your thigh, it makes you go crazy. You want his hand somewhere else. Fuck.

The elevator in the hotel isn’t anything better. Lando has you pressed up against the wall when the both of you move upstairs. His hands are everywhere, expect for the places you need them the most.

You realize that he’s doing this on purpose. He’s making you as horny as he can manage and he’s already succeeding way too well.

When you’re finally in his hotel room, you don’t waste any time anymore. You’re quick to press yourself against Lando and to unbutton his blouse in the mean time. You need him with you, but preferably naked. In the mean time Lando finds the zipper of your dress, he’s quick to unzip it. You let out a soft whimper when the cold air touches your skin.

Lando lifts you up, causing your dress to fall onto the ground. Neither of you pay attention to that. Lando takes you with him towards his bed. Softly he drops you onto it. He notices that the bra you’re wearing is matching with your string. He hoovers over you. Slowly he presses kisses all over your body. He removes your bra to let his lips find your breasts. He kneads one of them, when he slowly sucks on your other nipple. You can’t withhold a loud moan.

He doesn’t waste time and trails his kisses more towards the place you really need him. After a few soft kisses onto you stomach and legs, you feel Lando his mouth presses against your pubic mouth. He slowly sucks on a bit of your skin, marking you once again. He moves lower after that, but instead of giving his attention to your pussy he presses kisses against your inner thighs.

“I need you Lan,” you tell him softly.

Lando listens to your desperate words. Without a warning he presses his lips onto your clit. Softly he sucks it inside his mouth. You let out another moan. His fingers slide through your wet folds. You notice how he lets one of his fingers linger around your entrance. He removes his mouth for a small second from your clit, the sucking is quickly replaced with small and fast licks. He let his finger enter you after that.

His finger is going in and out of you at a fast pace. His tongue is making you crazy as well. You feel your orgasm reaching quickly.

“I want to cum on your cock,” you tell Lando. He looks up surprised, but is quick to listen to your words. He undoes himself from his pants and briefs. Before he can do anything else, you take his cock into your hands. Fuck he’s big. Big and pretty. You change your position so you can reach his cock with your mouth. You lick away a bit of precum.

“Such a good girl,” Lando tells you. You feel yourself getting even more worked up because of his words. You take his cock into your mouth, the part you can’t fit in you fit into your palm. You move your head up and down while you suck as good as you can. Lando is quick to let out a loud moan. You use your hand to stroke the part of his cock you couldn’t fit in. You continue your movements for a couple of minutes, before Lando pulls back.

He softly presses you back on the matras, making sure you’re lying down comfortably. Then he hoovers above you again. He lets his cock slide between your wet folds. When it softly touches your clit, you almost cum on instance. Lando doesn’t waste more time and pushes himself inside of you.

Your first reaction is a loud moan. Then you start to moan his name. “Fuck Lan,” you whimper when he increases his pace. “I’m going to cum,” you continue. Lando increases his pace even more, “Me too princess,” he tells you.

You feel your orgasm getting closer again. It won’t take you long anymore. Your stomach tightens and your legs are shaking. When Lando puts his finger onto your clit and draws a few figures onto it, you let everything go. You let out another loud moan when you feel the familiar waves crashing over you. Lando is quick to follow you into orgasming when he feels the way your pussy keeps tightening around his cock.

“Fucking hell princess,” he moans before his cum enters you as well.

+++

“I think I need to call a cab,” you state a while later. You’re still laying in the bed with Lando. He is playing with your hair.

“I think you need to stay here,” Lando remarks.

“Do you want me to?” You ask him.

Lando nods. “Yeah, you can sleep here babygirl.”

You show him a small smile and get even closer to him onto the bed. Lando presses you against himself while continuing to play with your hair.

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enhaheeseung · 2 years

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Sicko - lee. Heeseung

♡ Pairing: pervert heeseung x fem reader! ♡

Warnings!: smut, male masturbation, use of sex toys, eavesdropping. Proceed with caution, mdni!

Note: I think I went too far this time.

WC : 2,610

Masterlist

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Lee heeseung was an ordinary college student going through life as any other person would.

And a good person without a doubt, Anyone who met him had nothing but good things to say about him. His grades were above average, so were his looks, and in everyone's eyes, he was the definition of perfect.

He’s the type of guy you'd let date your daughter. So sweet, caring, and considerate, you'd think he was an angel cause he had absolutely zero flaws.

The true definition of a gentleman.

But though all the above was true word for word, he did have just one flaw.

A big one at that.

Thanks to you, he had one flaw or maybe multiple flaws but nevertheless, a flaw it was.

A flaw that would muddy up his perfect reputation and make people look at him differently.

It all started when you became his roommate the first day he laid his eyes on you. It turned his world upside down and his mind into a lust filled raging mess.

And the thing was, you did absolutely nothing to make him feel all the unholy things he felt when it came to you.

It was all him.

You didn't flirt with him. You didn't wear revealing clothes.

As a matter of fact, if he didn't know any better, he'd say you didn't even know he existed, but he definitely noticed your existence.

And he didn't just notice you. He watched you all the time.

He'd wake up early just so he could see you leave your room in your sleep shorts. He loved looking at your smooth sexy legs stride into the kitchen, and he lived to watch you reach the top cabinet for the cereal box (that he put there on purpose) just to get a small flash of your torso and lower back. The sight never failed to make his cock throb.

The whole while you ate breakfast, he watched you from the living room, slyly palming his hard-on through his pajamas.

He's never been so jealous of a spoon before. He hated that spoon with a passion.

That should be my cock in her mouth instead of that stupid spoon. He thought to himself.

And oddly enough, he was just as envious of the cereal he wished you'd slurp on his dick just like that.

And last but not least. He despised the milk he had a better white that you could swallow.

When you stood up, so did he. He took quick steps to the kitchen, pretending he was grabbing a bowl, but it was really just so he could walk past you.

Instead of going around the table, he made it a point to squeeze by you as he shamelessly grazed your ass with his boner.

"Sorry," he mutters with a shy half smile.

He was not sorry one bit, to say the least.

"You're good," you reply innocently, completely oblivious and unaware of what he had just done.

"I'm more than good." He whispers to himself. Biting his lip as he watched you walk back to your room.

He waited till the coast was clear to grab the spoon you used out of the sink and didn't think twice before sticking it inside his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it until it was completely clean. "Y/n," he groans breathlessly while closing his eyes, relishing in the idea that your saliva was dancing on his tongue. At this point, his erection was almost painful. He was as hard as a rock, and he knew nothing would make it go away until he released to the thought of you.

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The rest of the day he spent locked in his room, searching online for toys to pleasure himself with. One thing certainly caught his eye.

A sex doll, and before he knew it, he was clicking the buy now option.

But in the meantime, his right hand would have to do.

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Late at night, you decide to leave your room and watch a movie. Everything you did was usually at night to avoid heeseung, not cause you didn't want to be around him, but it was just awkward, so unbelievably awkward, especially when you felt his eyes on you 24/7. He always looked like he wanted something but every time you looked in his direction, he snapped his head away from you, pretending he was doing anything but staring at you.

Finally, after weeks he said something. Even though it was just a small “sorry” when he bumped into you, it was still something.

Maybe he was just shy.

You decided to invite him to watch the movie with you, hoping you could build some type of relationship with him. He seemed nice enough.

He was always polite around you. Whenever he ordered food, he asked if you wanted anything, and he didn't even ask you to pay. He always let you use the shower first when you both bumped into each other's schedules, and he even bought you a cute little elephant plushie as a welcoming gift.

But lately, he's just been very quiet, and you thought you were the reason why (well, you were but not for the reason you thought.) So you were going to step out of your comfort zone to see if you could get him to at least talk and leave his room for more than ten minutes.

You went to knock on his door, but before you could, you heard a strange sound causing you to stop mid-way through your knock.

You pressed your ear against the door to get a better listen.

And you wished you hadn't.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop, but the sound you heard sounded pained, but apparently, you mistook his sounds of pleasure for pain.

Heeseung was just nearing his end. Little did he know you were outside his door to hear it all. "Fuck," he moaned, pressing his head into his pillows while raising his hips to fuck up into his right hand.

Just a little bit more, he thought as he continued to buck his hips off his mattress. He imagined his hand was your pussy instead, but he knew your pussy would feel so much better wrapped around his cock than his hand, so much warmer, so much tighter, and so so much wetter.

His moans increased in pitch, and soon after, long hot white ropes of cum painted his hand and stomach. "Oh, shit," he whimpered while his legs shook and his toes curled from the absolute bliss that ravished his whole entire body.

He took short breaths as he continued to play with himself, stroking out his last few droplets of cum.

After he came down from his state of bliss, he felt nasty. His body was covered in sweat and cum, and his sheets were soaked. He huffed out a shallow breath before getting up to take a shower.

The sounds had died down, but you were still outside his door, completely mortified by what you heard. Your hand was still in mid-knock when he twisted his door knob revealing you.

His face morphed into confusion. He wondered why you'd be in front of his door and especially this late at night. Technically it wasn't late for you. You were always up at this time. He just didn't know it, and that's why when he opened his door, he was shirtless with a black towel hung loosely around his hips.

"What are you doing here?" He whispers for god only knows what reason probably caused he felt like you had caught him.

Which you did. But you weren’t going to let him know that, especially cause you stayed to listen.

"I was just gonna see if you were awake. I'm watching a movie and was wondering if you wanted to join me" to your surprise, after everything you just seen and heard, you did a perfect job at pretending like it didn't have any effect on you whatsoever.

However, you were dying inside.

Heeseung let out a relieved sigh. He thought you might have heard and maybe you'd tell him to keep it down, but luckily that wasn't the case. You just wanted to watch a movie.

Wait.

She wants to watch a movie?

And she wants me to join?

The widest smile grew on his face at the realization, and he'd be a fool to say no. "Of course! I'd love to join you, but as you can see, I'm getting ready to take a shower," he chuckles, pointing to his sweat-covered chest.

With how much he was sweating, you would have thought he had just gotten out of the shower.

That must have been one intense session…

"I'm all sweaty," he adds playfully.

You zoned out for two seconds, taking a quick peek at his body.

Which went completely unnoticed by him.

"I-i can wait for you if- if you want?" You stutter out.

"Really?! Okay! I'll be quick."

And quick, he was.

Too quick for your liking cause you didn't even get to calm down from the first assault, and he was attacking you yet again with his sleeveless top and wet hair accompanied by a pair of loose basketball shorts that made his print rather visible and the cherry on top was the smell of his body wash when he sat down next to you.

Your body shivers, and now you're all too aware of everything he does, like the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down when he drank the bottle of water he got from the fridge and when he offered you one, you couldn't deny it cause your body was completely on fire your mind was in a frenzy a heeseung frenzy you hadn't thought about him in any inappropriate manner as a matter of fact you didn't really think about him at all.

But now it dawned on you, yes, you were roommates with a guy, a guy named lee heeseung, a guy that has guyly needs and touches himself as guys do, and a guy you just found out you had feelings for after catching him tending to said needs.

You were stiff throughout the whole movie, and you became a statue when he rested his arm on the back of the sofa. He shifted a tad bit closer to you, and now you were completely fossilized.

You were just about to thank your lucky stars cause the movie was almost finished, but before you could begin your ceremony, heeseung just had to stretch, and you couldn't help but look at him when you noticed movement in the corner of your left eye his shirt rose up slightly giving you a full view of the waistband to his Calvin Klein boxers.

Great. Just great.

Another image that will be stained in your memory for some time to come.

He noticed you looking at him and gave you an innocent smile. He had no idea you had been drooling over him for the past hour and a half. "I'm tired," he laughs bashfully, feeling guilty that he was falling asleep on you.

"It’s okay, I am too," you giggle before turning back to the tv.

Finally, it was over. The credits were rolling by. You looked to your left, and heeseung was fast asleep. He looked like a cute giant baby curled up on the sofa. You didn't want to disturb him, so you grabbed a blanket from the other room and placed it over his sleeping figure. "Goodnight, heeseung," you whisper before going to your room. You shut off your lamp, sighing loudly. "What is my problem?" You grumble thinking about earlier events and how you felt so terrible for basically eye fucking him and eavesdropping, but it was impossible not to. "Get a grip," you told yourself before closing your eyes and joining heeseung in dreamland.

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Heeseung woke up the next day looking around at the unfamiliar setting before realizing he had fallen asleep during the movie. "Shit," he sighs, feeling disappointed that he fell asleep on you.

He laid back down, resting his eyes for a bit. A loud knock on the door startled him, and now he was wide awake.

He tosses his covers to the side and opens his door seeing a huge box sitting on the ground at first. He's confused, wondering if you ordered something, but he quickly remembered that the package was for him when he saw where it was from.

Thank god for one-day delivery, he thought to himself as he took the large box to his room.

He's never been so impatient before. He practically ripped the box open, revealing his life-like toy.

He opened the smaller package inside the box, taking out the bottle of lube he had bought to accompany him.

He pulled down his shorts and squeezed a decent-sized amount of lube in his palm, slowly stroking his semi-hard cock.

A thought crossed his mind before he continued. He went inside his bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of the same perfume that you wore. (The one he made a special trip to the mall to get) so he could spray it on his pillow every night before bed.

He spritzed some on his chest as well as his pillows and resumed his activities.

He quickly finished undressing and laid down on his side. He positioned the doll on its side, rubbing his length back and forth on the doll's slit before slowly easing his cock in.

He inhaled deeply, getting a strong whiff of your perfume, that mixed with the feeling of the doll wrapped around his cock was just a little too heavenly.

He thrusts his hips lazily. After all, it was still morning, and he had just woken up.

This is how he imagined having morning sex with you would be like.

He'd hold your waist carefully and bury his head in the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin gently.

He'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear while he buried himself in you deeper he'd fill you up with his cock and thrust his hips into you, and with every passionate yet deep stroke, he would bring you both closer to heaven.

Just the thought of waking up next to you and having lazy morning sex had him close to his end.

"Y/n, you feel so fucking good," his hips stutter, and he releases a shaky breath. "So wet for me," he whispers in his groggy morning voice. He bites down on his lip to conceal his moans. The last thing he needed was to wake you up and have you hear the sinful act he's committing.

"Fuck baby, just like that, oh, y/n, you're gonna make me cum," he grunted while clutching onto the hips of the doll. He shoved his face into his pillow to muffle his loud moans and grunts of your name while he released himself inside the doll.

He took another deep inhale of your perfume, whimpering softly as he continued to thrust his hips. After a few more strokes, he was too sensitive to go on any longer.

He released the doll from his grip, laying on his back to catch his breath, and god, that was so amazing, by far the best orgasm he's ever had at the back of his mind though he still knows that you'd give him the best orgasm of his life, but he could only dream.

He sighs deeply after finally catching his breath. The doll could never ever compare to you, but it was the next best thing, so it would have to do.

For now.

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mirukosbitchywife · 1 year

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dabi x reader | huggles mc'cuddles

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DABI!! ITS FINALLY HERE!!! i got a request for a dabi x reader cuddling fic and that is exactly what this is. just pure fluff. completely sfw it's literally just what the title suggests. this is also FOUR THOUSAND WORDS. this is my first proper fanfiction ever so it probably isn't the best but i worked really really hard on it so please be nice! i am not an actual writer i do this for funzies, constructive criticism is appreciated though! if this seems out of character for him just know i'm holding a gun from the abyss right behind him the whole time forcing him to be soft and have feelings. also there's a lot of himiko in this can u tell i love her... ive got a himiko request coming out soon! also tysm to my friend @ko-konutty for helping me edit this!! thank them for all of the capitalization and correct punctuation lmao

It's movie night at the league. The main TV is set up in the living room and the tables are filled with pizza boxes along with various snacks catered to everyone's individual tastes (Like the blood pouches Himiko demands). It's finally your turn to choose the night's movie. And you, naturally, pick your favorite. It results in some groaning over having to watch it again, which you so diligently ignore.

Quickly pressing the play button, you all start grabbing your food and get settled into your seats to watch. The arrangements end up with you and Dabi on a couch together, Toga and Twice squeezing themselves onto one chair- and Shigaraki, who claimed an arm chair at his own corner where he played with his switch. Not even pretending to pay attention to the movie since he's seen it at least three times already. Spinner and Magne are sat right next to him on two bean bags, which are actually facing the TV. And lastly, sat further away from the group, are Kurogiri and Mr. Compress. Chatting in low voices. You can see as Kurogiri makes Sako a drink at the bar; making an effort to not disturb anyone who is paying attention.

Really, everything should've been fine. You're surrounded by the people you dare call friends, with food and snacks along with your favorite movie playing. But you just can't help but be stuck in a bad mood.

Your entire month had pretty much been shit. Well- your entire year really. And you just. Really really needed a hug right now.

As much as you tried to pay attention to your favorite movie and try to eat your meal before it got cold, you just couldn't focus for a second. Normally, you'd be eating and chatting with everyone else. You're typically giving commentary on the movie and/or reciting lines, but this time you just couldn't drown out your thoughts.

As a matter of fact, you'd been so deep in your own head that you didn't even notice the concerned glances thrown your way from multiple members of the league over the fact that you've been quiet throughout the entire movie.

Hell, you didn't even notice the curious bright blue eyes burning holes onto the side of your head from the opposite end of the couch. Not 'til a rough voice startled you from your thoughts.

"You alright?" Dabi asked lowly.

He had leaned closer. You had never been so close to the man before- his face just a few inches from yours in order to not be heard by anyone else, giving you the illusion of privacy. You could clearly see the concern in his eyes while asking, despite the rest of his face seeming blank.

He'd never admit to concern. But in all honesty you'd all been getting quite closer these past few months together. And you knew he actually cared about everyone in the league.

Especially you.

Who so far has been the most resistant to the "Family bonding time" as Himiko liked to call it.

Despite him asking you a question- you couldn't stop yourself from admiring just how pretty he was. Especially this close up. His beautiful blue eyes, his facial piercings, the little frown he sets when he's trying to put on his blank expression.

He watches as you start to zone out in real time, but just before you can get completely lost in your thoughts again- he snaps his fingers in front of your face.

“Mmmmhmm" you hum.

You're still distracted looking at the staples lining his skin, not paying much attention to his words. Surveying the room in order to continue to not make eye contact- you easily spot two heads already peering back at you. Making both Himiko and Jin freeze while they were 'sneaking' you concerned glances from their shared chair.

Ignoring them for now, and having let the silence stretch a little too long, you eventually bring your eyes back up to meet the intense blue ones of the man at your side. You watch as he huffs at your lack of an answer, flopping back on the seat he claimed as his own.

He wants to let it drop there, it's clear you don't want to talk about whatever's bothering you with him. He should just go back to watching the movie. So, that's what he does. … For a few minutes.

But he just can't stop the concern he feels over your odd behavior tonight. He's debating on whether or not to question you again- only to notice he's been unconsciously bouncing his leg. Deciding to just bite the bullet, he chooses a different approach.

Making sure he catches your eye this time- he asks again. "Seriously. You alright? You're completely out of it today."

And as soon as the words leave his mouth, he can literally see the cogs turning in your mind. It's as clear as day you want to ask him something, it's written all over your face. And in a surprising act of patience- he stays quiet. Allowing you time to fully form your thoughts.

This turned out to be the right move as you start speaking after a moment of silence.

"Could you.... could I get a hug?" you ask hesitantly.

Looking up at him from under your lashes, fidgeting with your hands, clearly nervous about his answer. But trying to appear unaffected. He can't even focus on your face though, because as soon as you asked, his eyes blew wide, his heartbeat picked up, and he was speechless. He's absolutely floored by your question as people don't tend to just ask him things like that.

At his silence you were starting to feel disheartened. Opening your mouth to quickly backtrack and apologize for asking but he interrupts that train of thought with a soft sigh before you can get the words out.

"You...want a.. hug?" He asks in a voice you've never heard from him before.

He's unable to look you in the eye to hear your answer- even if he's sure of what it's going to be since it is what you asked afterall. But It doesn't change the fact that his heart is racing just at the thought.

Lifting his eyes up to keep them from going back to your face: He spots Himiko and Jin on their shared chair. Right behind your head to his view on the couch. Both vigorously nodding their heads along to your request- encouraging him to agree.

…

As if he would deny you anything.

You may have only known each for a few months, but he's developed quite a soft spot for you over that time. This fact goes unnoticed by you, but not the rest of your friends as he's frequently teased about it by Himiko damn near daily. The teasing often leading to him storming out of whatever room he's in with a light pink blush dusting the healthy parts of his face, only to get teased by other members as soon as he's spotted fleeing Himiko.

He only meets your gaze again when he sees Himiko miming stabbing him if he refuses.

Turning back to face you- he sees your face is fully lit up by the TV. Bringing his attention to the dark circles under your eyes. He's honestly unsure of how he hadn't seen them before. Now that he's paying attention, he also sees the exhaustion in your body language. You've slumped into yourself, looking incredibly tense. He has no clue how long you've been like this without any one of them noticing.

But in their defense, you're not particularly close to anyone here. Always staying on the sidelines, always by yourself- Even when invited to hang out by the more friendly members of the league, You've made sure to keep your distance from them, your walls built up high around you. They can see it though. The way you're hurting yourself more by keeping a distance from them, refusing to get attached to anyone. They can see how you're suffering alone.

They see it so clearly, they've all been in your exact position. They WERE in your exact position right before they found the league. And they know that as much as they want to- they can't just force it. They can't force you to open up to them and be part of the family they’ve made. They have to wait for you to be open to reaching out. To want to form bonds again. And- here you are. Finally starting to break out from the hard shell you have around them, seeking comfort.

And you're asking for it from him of all people?

"Yeah.. if it's okay with you? You're just.. really warm." You explain in a soft voice, afraid of him denying you after you barely managed to find the courage to ask in the first place.

"Uhh.. Yeah. Sure. Of course." He rambles nervously, heart racing in anticipation at the idea.

He's quick to move. Settling fully on the couch in a position that'll be comfortable for the both of you. As soon as he's found it, he opens his arms in invitation- making it so that his lap is completely free for however you want to place yourself.

Despite his easy acceptance, when you easily slide yourself onto his lap- he can't help but tense up. He's reeling over being the recipient of such attention; despite him having expected it. However, he's no where near uncomfortable with the closeness.

You clearly already had an idea of how you wanted the hug to go before asking him as you wasted no time situating yourself over his lap to face him, chest to chest. Your knees bracketing his hips on the couch and wrapping your arms around his waist. You slump forward against him, hooking your chin over his shoulder, and nuzzle into his neck slightly before settling down. Completely comfortable on his lap now.

Once you're still; you feel hands that are almost too hot wrap around your back, pulling you forward the last bit so you're both pressed flush against each other. Those hands then move around your waist to form a light hold.

He's been tense the entire time. That is until you snake your hand up to the top of his head- lightly running your fingers through his soft white hair. Gently scratching his scalp with your nails. The sigh he lets out as he melts into your touch ruffles your hair, but you pay no mind to it.

What you do pay attention to is the fact that this is the first time you'd ever been this close to him. Hell, this is the closest you've been to anyone in years. And the main thing that captures your attention is his surprisingly nice scent. You can easily smell the scent of smoke and nicotine that clings onto him at all times, but even beyond that- you notice the smell of the strawberry shampoo Himiko uses. Along with the faintest scent of snow. You never would've guessed it but somehow it fits now that youre smelling it on him.

Being chest to chest with him you also note how warm he is. You've already known this but being this close? It makes it entirely different. You can just feel the heat seeping into your bones. Relaxing your muscles even further. The thought of seeking him out again after a fight to use him as a personal hot pack crosses your mind briefly and you huff a laugh into his shoulder at the thought.

He didn't even feel it, since unknown to you: Dabi's mind has been running wild since the moment you asked him for the hug. And in all honesty, he didn't really know what he had been expecting after asking if you were alright. But this situation definitely was not it.

Still, he's stuck on one thing, he just doesn't really understand why you chose him to request a hug from. Sure he was questioning if you were alright and was right there next to you, but if you just wanted a hug- Why not approach Himiko any of the times you saw her this week? Or even Jin or Spinner? Hell, maybe even Compress!

They're the more welcoming members of the league. Not him. He's not exactly what he'd call approachable. People are usually so scared by his appearance; or at the very least put off at first. He's not really a person most people would look to for a hug. Yet here you are- cuddled up on his lap.

He's not exactly a stranger to being hugged- everyone in the league is aware of Himiko's clinginess after all. But the fact that he was your first choice? Now that added a lot more impact. It's not as if you deny hugs from the other members, you've just never initiated them like you did with him.

That's never happened to him.

He's never been picked first for nearly anything, let alone comfort.

He's not even anyone's first choice of comfort in the league. It's not like he holds it against any one of them, but they all do have members they're closer to than him, and he's fine with that. He's content on his own most of the time, even if he does secretly treasure when the entire league is together the most. Even despite acting as if he didn't enjoy their company.

But, here you are. Taking a wrecking ball to everything he's used to and making him feel warmer than he has in a while. And not in a way relating to his quirk whatsoever. The revelation hits him hard as he unknowingly started to grip your shirt tightly in his fists, balling up the material, but you don't feel it. Already having fallen into a sleepy half asleep state against his shoulders- completely unaware of the way you've made his thoughts race.

You're enjoying the comfort from him as much as possible, especially since it's been over half an hour since the hug started and he still hasn't pushed you off. You're determined to stay here as long as he'll let you. You want to see if he'll let you stay on his lap long enough for you to fall asleep. You're fine sleeping right here, you just want to see if you'd finally be able to sleep for a whole night without nightmares if there's someone with you while you rest, craving just one night with a full 8 hours of sleep.

He only snaps out of his thoughts when he can physically feel Himiko glaring daggers into his head. To put it simply- If looks could kill, he'd be dead. Confused as to what he did, he looks down at you and sees you. Struggling to keep your eyes open, lightly rubbing your face against his shoulder. You had moved to rest your cheek on it instead of your chin, facing his neck, while he was zoned out. He was so out of it he hadn't noticed the soft breathing against his skin until just this second.

Having now been roused from his thoughts, he looks at the time. Taking note of the way you're quickly losing your fight with sleep- he moves for the first time since you climbed on his lap. He's intent on bringing you to your bed, as he doesn't know if he'll have the heart to wake you if you fell asleep on him, and he doesn't want to pick you up while asleep either, in order to not disturb you. He doesn't know how light of a sleeper you are and he's not willing to find out.

He also didn't want you sleeping on the couch anyway. Especially now that they finally have a hideout where everyone gets their own rooms; therefore you have your own perfectly fine bed. Which is much better than a couch. He easily slides his hands under your thighs to lift you up, making it so that you won't have to detach from him until you get to your room, and allowing you to rest against him for a little longer. You let out a quiet yelp in surprise, making a couple members look over at you two when he stands. But- other than Himiko sticking her tongue out at him when he passes her- there's no reaction from anyone else when he starts walking towards the hallway that'll lead to your room, with you, of course, still in his arms.

Your door is unlocked, as it always is because even if you're not close to the league, you trust them. That makes it much easier for Dabi to get in without needing to move you or put you down. Walking in, he can't help but notice the somewhat sparse decorations in your room.

He's not the kind of guy to snoop, but he's interested to see the parts of your personality that he'll be able to pick up from your room. He is the first person you've ever allowed inside afterall. And looking in just from the doorway- he notices a couple posters on your walls. Mainly musical artists and video games from the swift surveying glances he gives them. He also notes one poster ripped at the corner, but keeps walking until he passes your vanity, where he stops for a moment, he sees pictures scattered across the mirrors borders, some having people cut or scratched out of them. He also takes note of the little things you have there on the surface, like the necklace you made with a bead Mr. Compress gave you, along with your collection of makeup, some of which he knows you use in costume, some of which you got from Magne.

Not wanting to spend too much time looking about, making you question why he stopped. So, he continues on towards your bed where he admires the fairy lights you've set up. On your pillows he also spots the bunny plushie Himiko gave you when she found out they're your favorite animal. In all honesty- seeing you having so many gifts from the other members makes him feel a little jealous. He didn't even know you were friendly enough with some of them to receive gifts from.

He wants to give you something that you'll keep with you too, the issue is: He has no idea how to pick out gifts. Maybe one day he'll suck it up and swallow his pride for you to ask Himiko. He knows she'll help him- he just doesn't know if he could take the teasing that would come.

Dismissing that line of thought with a quick shake of his head, he approaches your bedside, bending over it slightly so that you'll fall over it when you release your hold on him.

Except-

instead of releasing and getting into bed, you surprise him for a second time that night by gripping his middle tighter and whining softly. He freezes in place as soon as you do and you start to tense up, worried that maybe you pushed too far by doing that, but before you can move, he speaks up. However, all he does is whisper quietly to you:

“Y’sure you want me to join you, Sweetheart?”

and you can swear you heard his voice break in the middle of asking that, but you don't point it out. You're too embarrassed over your request to actually verbally ask for him to stay with you until you fell asleep, so you just nod against his shoulder, hoping he'll take that as your answer and you won't have to speak up.

Thankfully for you, after that confirmation, he silently stands back up, with you still hanging onto him, and begins to shuffle into your bed, getting the both of you under your plush comforter, one arm wrapped around you the whole time he's moving. He doesn't say another word, he just lies on his back, with you now straddling his abdomen.

Still slightly embarrassed about the situation despite his easy acceptance to your request, you choose to not say anything for now. All you do is readjust yourself and get comfortable. Since he got in bed with you still on top of him, you assume it's alright if you don't get up from where you are.

Because you really don't want to end the most comfortable hug of your life so soon, that's the main reason you didn't want him to leave. But you'll also secretly admit to yourself that you asking him to stay was a bit selfish, as youve wanted to spend more time with him as well. Even if you haven't talked much to each other tonight, this entire ordeal has been a big experience for you. Tonight is the first time you've let your walls down even the slightest bit around another person in years. But what you're not anticipating is the fact that this move is also the first step to joining the makeshift family the league has formed. .

The family they've been trying to bring you into for weeks.

You're lying on top of him in a very similar position to the one y'all were in in the common area. The only real difference now is how you've fully stretched out your legs, and that your face is pressed into his neck instead of his shoulder, fully facing him now.

Once you're done moving about, his arms come back up around you to rest his warm hands against the dip of your back, which makes you release a sleepy sigh. Fully content to surrender to the darkness calling you to rest; there's something bothering you, keeping you from giving in yet. There's one more thing you need to do before you fall asleep. Moving your head up so you can make eye contact with him nstead of his neck, you mumble in a low voice:

“Thank you for this… G’night Dabi."

He doesn't give a response, he just hums and tightens his arms around you. But he doesn't need to say anything, as you're fully asleep within a minute after having said your parting. The heat of his body was making the call of sleep even more irresistible, and now that you said what you wanted to, you were able to give into it. As you fall asleep, you've started to unconsciously grip Dabi’s shirt tightly, curling the fabric around your firsts; as if subconsciously afraid he'd leave you right after you drift off. But of course he doesn't do that.

He would never do that to you.

Instead, he waits until he's sure you're deeply sleeping, listening to the soft sound of your even breathing against his skin, before his eyes find your face. Soaking up every detail he can make out in the low light of your bedroom, he lets himself appreciate your beauty. The only light in the room being from the string of fairy lights within the room; but that's enough for him right now.

In the stillness of your bedroom, with the only movement coming from you contently sleeping over him in your huddle, he finally allows his tears of blood to fall from his eyes. The ones he's been holding off ever since you let him into your room. The urge had only increased as you continued to cling to him, then shocking him by allowing him on your bed with you, to provide you the comfort you've been craving through the night. It had all become too much for him to hold back now that you're unable to see him.

The show of trust hits him hard as he lies there, crying silently as he grips you tighter, as if you're the only thing keeping him from floating away. The fact that he's the first person you've ever let into your room, and probably the first person to hold you like this in a while, if ever, makes his heart beat erratically in his chest. Your show of vulnerability to him of all people is doing something to him. He didn't even realize how cold he had grown until he was shown the lightest bit of sunshine and immediately began to thaw.

You choosing him to be vulnerable with already has him craving being vulnerable back. Already considering how he might initiate the hug next time- desperately wanting this to become a common occurrence.

And under the bed of night, as crimson tears still flowed, he whispered back to your sleeping form.

"Thank you too.. Goodnight.." as he places a kiss to the crown of your head.

For the first time in maybe his whole life, he doesn't fall asleep in pain or to the deafening noise of his thoughts screaming at him, which are filled with intrusive thoughts that sound suspiciously like his father. No. Instead, he falls asleep under you, feeling truly appreciated and wanted for the first time. The smile that spread across his face before falling victim to the lull of your gentle breathing stays on his face the entire night, never even once interrupted by the nightmares of his past he typically deals with every night.

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catboybiologist · 6 months

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Hey, transfem who has only started to like her body about half a year ago here

As someone who takes a lot of pictures of themselves, do you have any resources/tips for angles or something that accentuates feminine features?

Also in regards to having a somewhat normal facial expression, like my eyes look so weird in every picture I take bc I don't know where to look

This response ended up WAY longer than I expected, and I think Imma add it to my pinned post- thanks for pushing me to talk about this! I don't think I'm really an expert here, but if people want to leave more advice in reblogs and comments, please do.

So when I say "I had two years of femboy experience before transferring to the related (and potentially overlapping) but separate field of trans womanhood" I'm only like... half joking. Selfie angles took a fucking wild amount of time for me to figure out, and guess what? The pictures I post are usually 1-3 in a set of about 20 that I take at any given time. I'm still unhappy with most pictures I take, you just gotta take a lot of them, and figure out for yourself.

That said, I think I have gotten a lot better over time. Behold, the first selfie I posted on reddit (warning for kinda cringe but I know y'all fuck with that):

(Damn, my thighs look good when I properly shave, gotta do that sometime)

(btw I'm 23 in this pic so feel free to simp if you so desire)

And another early one:

This was still selected from a bunch that were horrible, but you can really tell that my face is basically just covered in fabric entirely. My eyes look very dead in both. Compare that to:

^this one is still pre-transition, so don't blame the estrogen.

So what are my specific tips? Well, the classic "selfie angle" is from above. This angle certainly helps, but why? Personally I've found that its far less about angles are far more about lighting. Since most lighting is overhead, taking selfies from above means that you'll have a well lit face in those standard lighting conditions. Notice that in both the early selfies and the later one, the camera is actually positioned below my height level, and there's still a noticeable facial difference between them. The reason this is possible is good, forward lighting. Generally, you want a soft light source to be vaguely behind the camera, shining onto your face- but make sure its not too close, or too bright. This will ensure that harsh shadows don't artificially make your features look much different than they actually are.

Another thing that cannot be understated: DISTANCE between yourself and the camera, especially if you're using a phone camera. There are several reasons for this- notably, it'll help make the background be framed more pleasantly, as well as prevent the camera/phone itself from shadowing your face. But there's also a massive, insidious reason this happens- all phone cameras have some degree of fisheye to their lens to increase the field of view while still using compact optics. Multiple lens have helped a bit, but its still a problem on all of them. Higher end phones will algorithmically correct for this, but they also add a TON of other postprocessing "beautification" in ways that are sometimes completely invisible (insert entire rant here about how this is a deceptive marketing tactic to make a brands phone cameras seem better than they actually are). Sometimes, these edits are way off base. But I digress. The fisheye is killer because it takes any slightly more prominent feature and bulges them out, including the nose and chin. Conversely, recessed features, like eyes and the sides of your cheeks, are going to be less emphasized. Moving further away from the camera significantly reduces this. If you can get a small phone tripod and take selfies that way, it'll alleviate this. Unfortunately my living space is not large atm, and I have less motivation to bother my roommates in the common areas and use their hallways for picture taking, so this has been a little lacking in more recent selfies. It's also just a lot of work for a couple quick selfies, so its hard to do right- but it genuinely makes a world of difference.

Otherwise, my advice about eyes would be that your eyes show your overall facial expression, even if you're covering your mouth. Most of my pictures are taken while smiling slightly under the mask, and it shows in the eyes. If I want a scarier looking picture, I'm stone faced or deliberately make my entire face angrier, and you end up with the "glaring directly down the camera wanting to kill you" face. Referring to the pictures I just posted- the first two are both dead faced under the mask, whereas in the last one, I'm doing a smug, sultry smirk. The eyes then reflect that.

Don't focus on specifically trying to open your eyes wider. Change your facial expression and just let them be how they want to be in relation to that. Eye position should fully commit to looking straight into the camera, or be fully distracted with something else, imo (including the screen of your phone, if you're doing something like a mirror selfie). If you're taking a mirror selfie, look at the camera lens as it's reflected in the mirror. A HUGE takeaway is that cameras, especially phone cameras, straight up lie to you. They don't work the same way as the human eye, and have to compensate for that- but they'll never be a completely faithful representation of what you look like. Don't let your ego be affected by how you look in pictures, when all is said and done.

And of course, experiment, experiment, experiment! Figure out the lighting you can get in the space you have available, and the angles that work for you! Don't be afraid to delete selfies you don't like! Show off your style and your features in the way you want to! There are no rules for what's attractive, this is just what I do and you should develop your own style!

I guess I'll take this with both femboy and trans tags bc the selfies are pre-HRT

#trans #trans advice #transgender #selfie #selfie advice #femboy #femboy advice #femboy fashion #crossdressing tutorial

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 10 months

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"get me a damned matcha" | Chapter 1: June I

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I'm so excited to finally publish this jdkflsjd. I'll get this chapter up on AO3 later this weekend or on Monday since my parents are in town, so I'm not sure how much I'll be able to be on! If you're interested in getting tagged for updates, fill out this new form here: x :3

EDIT: this is now up on AO3 as well!

✧ pairing ➼ levi ackermann x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, slowburn, enemies to lovers (sorta), strangers to lovers, fem!reader, eventual smut, ex was originally porco but i accidentally made him too much of a dick so i replaced his name with zack, no it is not a reference to zeke i'd rather puke, only adding tags/content warnings that are applicable to each chapter so people can skip around if need be!, will continue to add as more stuff comes up ✧ word count ➼ ~3.9k

College was difficult enough without having to worry about money, housing, and relationship issues. Unfortunately, you were not one of the few lucky students that could just get through those four years in isolation. In addition to worrying about school, you also had to deal with a last minute housing change after some recent bullshit regarding your now ex-boyfriend. Your dynamic had gotten to the point that you couldn’t afford to wait for another two months as leases began expiring and apartments would open up for prospective renters again. You’d rather live on the streets when compared to having to live with him for another day.

Given the fact that it was June and your only remaining family was out of the country, you were left with no choice but to desperately try to find a sublease that wasn’t ridiculously expensive. That, plus the fact that you didn’t have a car and would be forced to live near campus, meant that you were ready to rip your hair out by the time that you finally found a sublease.

You knew it was due to nothing other than pure luck when you found an apartment complex that was a ten-minute walk to campus, close to a bus stop, relatively cheap, and had a tenant that moved out the week prior.

Unfortunately, your luck ran out when you found that you'd have to take a 2-hour bus ride from your ex-boyfriend's house to your new apartment. It wasn't that far from the two destinations, but the bus routes looped around the town multiple times, making your commute much longer than if you had gone by car.

As a result, you found yourself leaning your head back against the glass window at the rear end of the bus.

This really is Zack's last "fuck you" to me, isn't it?

You anxiously tapped your foot against the floor as you pulled out your phone for the millionth time. The previous tenant that set up the sublease had given you the contact information for your new roommate to set up the exchange of keys along with getting everything set up regarding who's paying for what utilities and how rent would be split. You already knew this was going to be a pain in the ass to handle. What you weren't prepared for was the lack of a hasty response when you sent a text to the number that Miche had given you.

> [you (12:35pm)]: hey, miche said you'd be free this afternoon so i can get your keys? does 3:00 work

You had sent that text message to your mysterious roommate roughly an hour ago when you had boarded your first bus back towards campus. You were now about half-way through your trip and had boarded your third bus, which was finally your last one before getting dropped off roughly a block away from your new apartment.

You shot a frown towards your phone. Your roommate had still not answered. Frustrated, you began typing again, in case the urgency in your first text was missed.

> [you (1:45pm)]: im on the bus ride over. i don't have a car, so would we be able to handle this so i'm not stranded outside?

By the time you arrived, your roommate had still not answered. You had spent the entire two-hour ride anxiously bouncing your leg up and down, checking your phone every 5-10 minutes to see if you would ever get an answer.

You didn't.

When the bus driver finally announced your stop, you found yourself more anxious than you were relieved at finishing your annoyingly long bus ride. You stepped off the bus in a dejected manner, with your right hand holding onto your phone and your left hand holding onto your backpack strap that was a bit too tight on your shoulders. Your back ached from lugging it around all day. It was packed with the basic necessities that you would need to survive the week, with your ex-boyfriend, Zack, promising to drop off the rest of your stuff next week—although you knew that translated to "shit he didn't want". That's just how your dynamic was.

You unlocked your phone and typed in the address for your new apartment complex again, navigating your way through the fairly empty streets. It was a residential area and given the fact that it was near a college campus—and therefore primarily made up of university students—and it was in the middle of June, most of the tenants had gone home for the summer.

The new apartment complex wasn't bad. It certainly couldn't compare to a house, but it had an indoor lobby with mailboxes on one side and a recreation room on the other with some vending machines, and even a small kitchenette.

No wonder the rent was so expensive.

You stepped inside, a relieved exhale escaping your lips as you felt the cool air from the air conditioning unit wash over you. Although you were definitely still irritated, seeing the lobby and escaping the heat brought up your mood slightly.

Your resolve renewed, you began to climb up the stairs, trying to figure out the best way to greet your new roommate without being overly frustrated.

Maybe their phone was off. Maybe they took a nap and couldn't see the texts. Maybe you got the wrong number from Miche.

You thought of all the reasons as to why they wouldn't respond. You shook your head, knowing that you should just brush it under the rug. As long as your roommate was home to let you in and give you your keys, there shouldn't be any more issues—for now.

"Unit 217," you mumbled to yourself as you walked down the hallway, looking up at the door numbers.

Once you appeared in front of Unit 217, you frowned, noticing that the lights inside were off. That wasn't good news.

Maybe there's enough lighting from the windows that they don't need lights.

You gently knocked on the door.

There wasn't a sound—no movement, no noise, no talking, nothing.

You knocked again a bit harder.

Nothing.

You knocked again.

They're not home. Of course they're not home. What a wonderful start to this already shitty situation.

You rested your forehead against the door, tempted to smash your head against it out of frustration. Your eyes finally shot open when you heard a door open. You glanced over to the side and saw a tall blonde man with a beard and glasses walk out.

"Locked out?" he asked as you made eye contact.

"You could say that," you mumbled with a frown. "You wouldn't happen to know of anywhere within walking distance that has wi-fi?"

If you couldn't get ahold of your roommate, you might as well get some writing done until you can return later in the evening when your roommate has to be home.

"There's a café roughly a block down, if you were wanting to hang out there, although I'm not sure when Ackermann will be home. His schedule's been all over the place recently."

"Hmm," you muttered, indicating the lack of interest in learning about your roommate's backstory, although you now at least had a name.

Ackermann, huh? What a pretentious sounding last name.

~~~~~

These damn undergrads...

Levi Ackermann currently stood behind the doorway that led from the breakroom and into the main seating area of the small, local café that he currently held a part-time position as a barista at.

He wasn't supposed to be here. He had purposefully given himself the week off so he could catch up on some lab work, yet he still found himself here. One of the new hires—a sophomore named Marlo—called out roughly 20 minutes ago when Levi was headed home from his immunology lab after spending the entire morning chatting with his mentor about whether he'd be able to graduate with his PhD on time.

To make things worse, since he was new, Marlo's shift meant that Levi was stuck working at the registers to take orders, which he easily considered the worst part of the job. If his shift just consisted of making the specialty brews that came his way, he'd be significantly less grumpy. That way, he could just tuck away in his corner and do the one aspect of the job that he enjoyed—making tea—instead of having to deal with the irritation that came with dealing with the undergrads that frequently visited.

"For fuck's sake," he whispered underneath his breath as he shut the door to his locker, ignoring his phone that kept on lighting up. He had it on silent for everyone except for the two people that mattered in his life—Farlan and Isabel—and they wouldn't contact him unless it was an emergency.

The fact that coming into this shift was one of the smaller annoyances in Levi's life simply poured more salt onto his wound. He wasn't even supposed to be working this much since it took away from his school time to do his research, but the graduate program's financial aid office fucked up his stipend and he was left to fend for himself. It was only for this month, so it didn't matter in the grand scheme of things, but then his housing situation got all fucked up.

He had been living with Miche for roughly a year and they had a decent partnership as roommates, until Miche left to live closer to the city after freshly finishing a Master's program. Miche had moved out about two weeks ago, telling him that his new roommate would be reaching out soon. Levi's stipend situation couldn't come at a worse time, as Miche moving out meant he had to cover this month's rent on his own unless his new roommate magically showed up within the next day and was willing to cover rent when they hadn't even really started living there yet.

After shooting a death glare at the front register for a few more minutes, he finally decided to step up to the counter, hoping that it was at least a slow day so he could get home and pretend the grievances in his life weren't as bothersome for a few hours.

His shift had just started, so he was more than a little annoyed when he already heard the door open. The semester had just ended, which roughly translated to all the undergrads leaving for summer break. Other than the few stragglers and the unfortunate PhD students that were forced to work through the summer, everyone should have gone home. He glanced up as he saw someone walk inside.

An immediate frown appeared on his face. He could immediately tell that they were an undergraduate student, and likely an oblivious one at that.

Levi watched as you stumbled in through the door, dragging in a backpack that was slightly too large and overpacked. You looked like you had been running around with no sense of direction or purpose. You were all disheveled, as shown by how chaotic your hair looked and through how much you struggled stepping away from the door frame and towards the coffee bar.

He felt his eyes begin to roll before seeing you approach him.

Taking over Marlo's shift means I'm working the registers and have to talk with the undergrads. What a pain in the ass.

He stared at you with a neutral expression on his face as you plopped down at the coffee bar in front of him.

"Can I get you something?" he finally said, in a tone that indicated that customer service was not one of his skills in this profession.

You looked past him at the menu that was hung up behind him. Although you had passed this café a bunch whenever you found the time to travel off-campus and explore the town that surrounded the outskirts of Paradis University, this was the first time you actually found yourself in Chosahei Café. You squinted at the menu, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion at some of the options.

"Why are the specialty coffee drinks unavailable?"

"Ah?" mumbled Levi before turning around to glance at where you were looking. "The barista that specializes in those stepped out. I can get you one of the standard ones or I can get you one of the specialty teas."

You blinked at him for a few seconds as if you were struggling to process what he was saying.

"You're a barista and you can't make coffee?"

"Tch," he muttered, already beyond irritated as he frowned at you. He knew that he was likely biased against your presence and simply lumped you in with the rest of the undergrads that constantly drove him up the wall with their obsession with cheap iced lattes that he couldn't be bothered to care about making. "Did you not hear what I just said? I can get you a standard one or—if you were really wanting one of the house specialty drinks—one of the teas."

"You must get top remarks for your customer service skills," you said with a monotonous tone.

Levi placed his hands on the counter, leaning against it as he stared at you.

"This isn't some retail café like Starbucks—which is down the street, by the way," he said, pointing towards the door as a gesture to indicate that you could leave if you weren't satisfied. "The house drinks were all created by the employees and the barista that made the specialty coffees stepped out. Now are you going to order or not? I have other customers to attend to."

His eyes raised off of you and towards the back of the café, where a line of about 3-4 people gathered as they impatiently waited for you to order.

"Hmph," you said, letting out an irritated exhale. "Get me a matcha."

Levi raised an eyebrow at you.

"Out of all the specialty ones here, you go with something as basic as that?"

You were beyond confused over why this random barista in a small, local café was giving you this much grief.

"Oh what the hell? Just get me the damned matcha, you asshole," you snapped at him as you tossed your card towards him.

He quickly grabbed your card and put in the order with an unamused look on his face.

You kept your gaze on him as he begrudgingly prepared your drink. After about a minute, you glanced towards the door that opened as a tall gentleman that also wore the barista apron stepped inside. He was average height, but seemed much taller, likely due to the fact that the barista in front of you that decided to chastise you for ordering a matcha barely rose above you in terms of height—and you were not a tall person.

The new barista went behind the counter and started taking the other customers that had gathered behind you, removing the "unavailable" sign that covered up the specialty coffees. You frowned as he smoothly chatted with the customers, with your expression quickly turning into a scowl as you saw him remove the sign.

"I'm guessing he's the barista that actually knows how to make coffee?" you said, shooting another unamused look towards Levi as he walked back with your cup of matcha.

You heard a quiet grunt from the grumpy barista you had the misfortune of being served by and you sighed as you picked up the cup and took a sip of the matcha that he reluctantly made you.

You paused, a little taken aback by the taste.

It was pretty damn good—much better than any you've ever gotten at Starbucks, anyhow.

"Onyankopon brought over some specialty recipes that he apparently grew up making over at Marley," Levi grumbled to you. "That is why I couldn't make the specialty coffees."

After he said that, he subtly scowled at himself. Why he was even explaining himself to you was beyond him. You were just some random undergrad that stopped by and said annoying undergrad things. He had literally no reason to explain himself or justify his actions.

"So what brought you in? You're undergrad, right?" Levi asked, prompting you to look up at him. "Didn't classes just end? Most of you are back at your parents by now."

You sighed and pursed your lips, with a dark look entering your eyes. Levi was able to tell that you were biting your tongue on some information that was relevant, but that you didn't feel like divulging.

"Yes," you finally said. "I had some shit come up and had to move last minute, so I'm stuck on campus for now."

You took another sip of your matcha as a frown grew on your face.

"But at this point, I'm pretty sure it was a fucking mistake."

"Oh?" Levi asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

"I had to take a two-hour bus ride here since my asshole of an ex just happened to be busy on the day I need his car, but as luck would have it, my roommate also happens to be out, so I can't even get my damn keys from them, hence why I'm here getting chastised by you because I ordered a damned matcha instead of being in my new apartment and getting settled in."

You looked up at Levi upon hearing his silence.

"How unfortunate," he finally responded in an uninterested tone.

You rolled your eyes at his response.

"God, talking to you is a pain in the ass," you spat before quickly finishing the rest of the matcha and throwing a spare dollar onto the counter as a tip before getting up.

You paused before walking away, turning slightly towards the grumpy barista.

"You should probably consider the fact that people don't order your teas because they don't want to order from you."

"Ah?" Levi muttered as he took the dollar off the counter.

"People generally don't like interacting with someone that acts like a dick right off the bat."

~~~~~

Levi frowned to himself as he kicked off his shoes upon walking in the front door, placing them neatly upside down on the shoe rack next to the door. He sighed as he flipped on the light switch to his empty apartment. He didn't particularly mind living on his own, but Miche was a good roommate and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little on edge over who his new roommate was going to be.

He walked over to his bedroom, pushing the door open as he lifted his barista apron over his head to put away for the night. Seeing the apron reminded him of the café, and in particular, the conversation he had with a certain undergraduate student that he was forced to serve and insulted him right before they left.

Tch, he thought as he recalled the comment you made.

I'm not a dick. What the fuck.

He shut his closet after he put the apron away, his mood soured by the recollection of your conversation, although he wasn't in a great mood to begin with in the first place. He looked at the clock on his nightstand and saw that he had a few hours before he was supposed to "go to bed". Being a notorious insomniac, "going to bed" basically meant laying down and staring at the ceiling for a few hours. He rarely ever got to actually sleep, but the few minutes he can occasionally catch were enough to keep him going.

He walked over to his desk, turning the switch on his small desk lamp and pulling out a folder from his backpack that was hung up against the side of his desk. He pulled out a stack of paper and neatly placed them at the center of his desk. He took a seat in his chair and flipped through the packets, frowning at the sheer number he had yet to go through. His original plan for the day was to get home and read through some of these papers that Erwin had assigned him to read before he went back to lab on Monday—it was currently a Friday. He knew Erwin had high expectations for him. Erwin would even occasionally say that Levi was the best student he's ever had, which made Levi immediately want to shrivel up in discomfort.

He glanced up from the papers in his hand. His room was "empty". Miche had commonly made fun of him and said that Levi always made his space look like no one actually lived there. The top of his desk was always empty, his bed was always made, and not a single article of clothing was in plain sight. Levi Ackermann was just that type of person. It heavily contributed to why he was so on edge over who his new roommate would be and if they would even be compatible in terms of living style.

He turned on his phone to check the time, having ignored it for the entire latter half of the day.

7:30pm. That meant he had time to get at least a few papers reviewed.

He frowned as he looked through his notifications and saw an unknown number appear. The texts were from this afternoon, so he knew it was long past an appropriate time to respond.

> [unknown number (12:35pm)]: hey, miche said you'd be free this afternoon so i can get your keys? does 3:00 work > [unknown number (1:45pm)]: im on the bus ride over. i don't have a car, so would we be able to handle this so i'm not stranded outside?

He sighed as he locked his phone and placed it onto his desk. It was just his luck that he went into a last-minute shift right as his new roommate contacted him. He knew that this new roommate was going to be irate with him since it's been around 6 hours since they sent that text. This just added more things onto Levi's plate that he really didn't need right now.

Before he could move to pick up his phone to shoot a reply at this unknown number, he heard not-so-gentle knocking on the door. Knowing that this was likely his new roommate that he had unintentionally ignored all day, he internally groaned to himself before forcing himself out of his chair.

He heard another knock as he made his way from his bedroom to the front door, bracing himself as he unlocked the door and pulled it open.

A frown appeared on his face as he looked at the person in front of him in confusion.

"What the hell?" he muttered as he saw an equally confused expression appear on your face.

That annoying undergrad from this afternoon?

"Did you follow me home?"

You raised an eyebrow at him. The last person you had expected to be greeted with was the grumpy barista that you had the misfortune of interacting with earlier in the day.

"Did you?" you retorted.

Levi scoffed.

"How the hell would I have followed you home if I was here first?"

He cursed to himself as he recalled the monologue you gave him earlier on in the day.

You had said that you had to suffer on a bus ride and couldn't get in contact with your new roommate to get keys to the unit. Now that you were standing in front of the door to his apartment, his frown only grew.

Your eyes widened as you finally put together the pieces.

"Wait," you asked, shaking your head slightly. "Are you-?"

"I guess so," Levi responded with an unamused sigh.

"Fuck."

#: @levisbrat25 @gothgril69 @sckerman @berrijam @notgoodforlife @meowjaa @averysmolbear @roseofdarknessblog @bejewelledd @hhighkey @ayame236 @sad-darksoul @velouria17

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anasweetlywrites · 6 months

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“ The Project ” Tony Stark x Female!Reader

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► ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ◄

Warnings :

Good news! I'm able to write again! Bad news : I'm feeling horrible for multiple reasons but at least writing helps...

Angst cuz it's a little based on something I've been through these 5-6? weeks…but hey! You can hope for more parts cuz I can still write fics that are better than the shitty reality I'm living rn

Edits also by me

Tony's rudeness

Tiny amount of fluff (compared to my other fics)

One or two sexual thoughts from reader

Reader likes/drinks coffee

I already warned you about the angst so idk what else to warn you about

Feedback it's appreciated like usually~

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“Of all the famous people in this world I have to work with!It really has to be Tony!” I could swear my mad thoughts were so loud that the entire building could hear them while I was making my way down to Tony’s lap…I meant lab! I certainly wanted to say lab…

I greeted a few agents and pretended I had to be at Tony’s lab early when one of them wanted to keep the conversation going, keeping my camera and my agenda close to my chest, my purse brushed against my side.

I was surprised this opportunity came to me, whenever someone tried to get closer to the billionaire and his projects they were shut down and kicked out until he was finished.

There were plenty of men and women who tried to do the same “Two weeks with Tony Stark - life and habits of one of the richest man alive” project but none of them resisted as much as I did…already eight days which may not seem much but it’s better than just twenty minutes…

My way to “live with him” so far it’s simple: I sit at my place , usually close to him , watch him work while he listens to rock on full volume while he drinks between 3 and 8 cups of coffee per day and usually I don’t ask any questions.

From time to time I help his robot grab whatever he asked for and can’t find it and I greet him once I arrive and when I go home.

As usual , I asked the A.I for permission to enter his lab, then I sat down on my little seat not too far away from his workplace. Surprisingly today he wasn’t already in his lab and I wanted to ask the A.I where he was but before I could, I was informed he was at a meeting and I had fresh coffee next to his cup on his work table.

“Thank you…” I said barely above a whisper and started walking with my camera towards the table. I took a picture as a memory and started sipping from my cup.

I couldn’t believe the incredible taste. It was more fancier than I expected and it explained why he never got tired of it.

While sipping ,I started looking at his tools and different buttons. The floating blue screens were turned off so I assumed he had a password or some protection for that too…however surprisingly the sketches for another armor were wide open and on display. So I started getting closer and tried to understand it.

“I thought you might be curious and based on the fact that your cup it’s already almost empty, I assume you enjoyed the coffee too.” I felt his hot breath against my neck as he whispered the words.

“Woah!” I said after I jumped away from his table after I heard Tony’s voice and the cup almost fell from my hand,“Sorry!You scared me!” I moved my free hand on my chest and took a few deep breaths.

“That wasn’t the reaction I expected but it was a possibility. Anyway-” Tony made a gesture with his hands to signal me to move away and I moved back on my seat.

Realizing he's going to do his usual stuff and still nothing new I moved to a better corner of the room and opened my phone. Same shit,different day. I rolled my eyes and started answering the amount of texts and then I started working on editing the pictures I took a few days ago and copied in my phone as well.

“What are you doing there?” Tony asked but I thought he was talking with one of his robots, too busy answering stuff to even look up at him. He called my name a little louder than I expected and I startled looking up at him. “I didn't mean to scare you again…you're on your phone and I could ask the A.I to check it and hack it in less than 30 seconds or you can tell me what you're doing.”

I locked my phone and placed it on my lap,“Answer texts and edit pictures pretty much. You're doing your usual routine so I thought I should take pictures today a little later.” I said and heard and felt my phone buzzing on my lap which made me roll my eyes again.

“Whoever texts you, it seems that he or she annoys you a lot.” Tony chuckled and pointed at the plans on his table with a toll, I couldn't remember what he called it right then.“How about you tell them to leave you alone and help me here for a while?”

“You…you need my help?” I lifted my eyebrows in surprise.

“I need you to pay attention here.”

“Mr. Stark , I enjoy paying attention to your work but it seems like today isn't one of the days where I can actually do more than a few observations and I'm pretty sure you don't want me to come there and chit chat with you while watching you work.To be completely honest,it's a little lonely to only be here as an observer but if that's how's comfortable to you I do it since there are less than 8 days until I have to finish my project and show it to my professors. ” I said it all in one go and let out a big sigh after I finished speaking.

“How the fuck do you feel lonely?” Tony furrowed his eyebrows and stared at a random point in his plans deep in thought,“You know what?I actually don't care.It's a fact that there are 6 days until you leave and you're free to observe and ignore whatever you want for your project. Just stop the annoying notifications will you?” He rolled his eyes , suddenly pissed and started increasing the volume of the music until I could put my phone on silent.

It was weird. For a moment I thought I could see the humanity I was looking for in the billionaire, only for the sole purpose of the project, of course…ok not just for my project but enough with this bullshit!It's not like he can have feelings or whatever. And why did he have to be so rude?

But maybe he just enjoys my presence or maybe he's just annoyed by my notifications like I am… I was so deep in thought staring at him while he worked that I started ignoring my phone again.

“Hot and cold? I'm just living the same story as always. I just try to find their warmth only to be hit with their coldness…and I couldn't even say someone so full of himself could be attractive!”

I was hurt by his behavior and I had nothing notable to add for today except what I saw in the plans and how delicious that coffee tasted and his eyes…

“But his brown eyes are so pretty when they focus on fixing that helmet…yeah maybe just his eyes are pretty and that's it. That's it! From now on that's it.Besides this he's just another narcissist I'm forced to write about!”

I finally managed to stand up after a few minutes of standing there with a numb expression while my thoughts were running inside my head like on a fucking marathon.

I left without saying anything more than a low mumble that I wasn't even sure I parted my lips to say it or it was just in my head, “See you tomorrow, Mr Stark….”

Late at night, after I managed to forget about today's events while watching a movie,I heard my phone's double beeps. While I mentally prepared myself to read that I'm kicked out from this project tooI checked my phone.

Sorry.You would tell me if you felt sad, right? I'm right here,sweetheart…

Tony

#tony x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark angst #avengers angst #tony stark fluff #tony x y/n

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20-th-centurygirl · 1 year

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forever

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: fluff

summary: little blurb about u and Mase talking about your future on your friends' wedding night

a/n:: every time I try and write a blurb I end up writing a whole book so it was so hard for me to not give a full on backstory for this 💀

masterlist

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Your head was resting on the soft pillow as you lay on your side facing Mason who was mirroring your position. It was the night of one of your childhood friends' wedding, you one of the bridesmaids and Mason as your plus one. You hadn't felt this inlove with Mason before, and it was a euphoric feeling. You and Mason had discussed marriage and kids multiple times, with those things becoming topics of the conversations you'd have after sex, just lying completely in awe of each others presence and planning out the rest of your lives together. And that was the situation you were both in right now, except this time it felt different, it felt more loving and more serious than ever.

Mason's hand stroked over your cheek before he pulled the duvet up to cover your bare chest after he saw you shiver. "Can't wait for our wedding you know. To finally call you my wife. I dream about it all the time." "Neither can I. I've planned out everything on a Pinterest board." Your cheeks had a slight tint to them, worrying that Mason might find your confession slightly off putting. But he didn't, instead was far from it. It made his heart melt and brought a huge smile to his face as he chuckled. "Of course you have. Tell me all about it" "Well, I'd have a dress that wasn't too flowly but not to tight at the same time, maybe a lace corset and a bigger skirt. Then I'd want it to be a really small, close ceremony with only a few people there. Then a bigger reception because you have a million friends. Fairy lights and pink and white roses on all the tables. But the best part about the whole day would be that I'm gonna be Mrs Mount. Y/N Mount. What about you, what's your dream wedding then Mase? We've got to make a plan soon." He raised his eyebrow at you "soon? Is this a hint?" You both let out gentle laughs "I'd marry you tomorrow Mase, but ideally I want a nice sunset beach proposal first with a not too big not too small ring, then we can get married." "I'll make a mental note of that then. I think you described the perfect wedding. You can have whatever you want. All I want is you to be there so I can finally call you my wife and start a family with you. 2 or 3 kids, different house maybe. I want a son and daughter so we've got a mini you and a mini me." You said nothing, instead you leaned in to kiss him softly. Mason bit onto your bottom lip gently and you gave him access to your mouth as your tongues lovingly glided against one another. You pulled away to get your breath back. "I love you Mason. I love you so much." You whispered, your lips brushing against each other. "I love you too love, forever." You deepened the kiss again and the second time you caught your breath Mason spoke again "round two?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively, "so vulgar" You shook your head, giggling as he climbed on top of you.

#footballer x reader #footballer imagine #football imagine #mason mount imagine #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount x you #mason mount

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seyaryminamoto · 14 days

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Do you have any particular thoughts on Netflix Avatar Season 1? I haven't watched it myself but I would be curious to hear what you have to say.

I do indeed! I didn't watch it right away, but I have watched it indeed. I think there are merits to certain changes they did, I can see the sense in many of them, that doesn't mean EVERYTHING they changed was good, but it does feel like they were engaging with the original content in a far more creative way than a lot of people are willing to acknowledge or try themselves. No, it isn't a perfect remake of ATLA, but being the critic that I have been of the original show, nobody could ever convince me that the original was perfect, just as this new show isn't perfect.

I want to make a big post on the subject one day and try to get to everything it brought up... once I have more time on my hands, I'll try to do that. But, to give you a bit to chew on... I'll try to do one good vs. one bad on my part, of whatever I can remember right now.

GOOD: I actually do not mind the multiple prologues in the first episode, even though I don't think the changes were handled perfectly. I do believe that showing the genocide is not nearly as bad a choice as a lot of people pretend it is (the way it was portrayed is questionable mostly from a tactical point of view but that's just me being a freak about that... studying basic warfare really fucks up your suspension of disbelief when it comes to war scenes). Mainly, I think it IS important to show it due to the amount of people who are still convinced that Aang didn't suffer nearly as much as most other popular characters did -- that soooo many people have made these claims without a care in the world throughout the twenty years since ATLA first aired proves that the genocide was not treated with the severity it should have been by the OG show. I'm not even sorry to say it. It doesn't feel like a trivialization of violence, it feels like actually setting straight the degree of violence a genocide entails. People asking for a less intense version of genocide basically appear to be asking for the actual gravity of such events to be sanitized so they can chew on them more easily... and that's exactly what leads to it being trivialized, minimized and not taken seriously, if you ask me.

BAD: I don't particularly like the way Fire Lords are so... casual with commoners. Both Ozai and Sozin stood on the same level as a rebel/spy right before setting them on fire, no doubt it's meant to be some sort of flex, but... men of their ideologies and pride would not want to be up close and personal with anyone they consider that far beneath them. Odd choice there, imo.

MOSTLY GOOD: Aang does feel way more serious and has much more dramatic gravitas in everything he does. And this is not a bad choice, in essence. I don't particularly love that they tried to lessen it with occasional "Aang's a silly kid!" verbal reminders that don't actually have any proper visual evidence, because most the silly things he's up for are things the two older kids (Sokka and Katara) are perfectly fine with doing too, hence, he doesn't feel childish at all and it comes off out of place for him to talk about being more childish than he actually is. So... they really didn't need dialogue to try to emphasize his childhood if they weren't going to write him being a goofball. It's fine if he isn't one. He always could be a more serious character, it's only a problem when there's no further substance to him than just brooding (which is what I remember from the Shyamalan movie...).

WEIRD: Aang and Katara both had weird scenes of standing around doing nothing but smiling at their hometowns in episode 1. Maybe it was done as a parallel between them, but it felt a bit... overly theatric? If that makes sense? Like... I know we need to see their daily lives and the context in which they've lived... but it doesn't feel entirely logical for that to happen with them just standing in place and smiling fondly at their world. Most people do not do that in their daily lives...?

GOOD: ... Contrary to what a lot of the fandom seems to think, I actually like the suuuuuper slowburn Kataang here because any potential romantic payoff those two might get isn't nearly as in-your-face as it was in canon. The way their friendship is growing feels far more organic. And some of my favorite character moments in the show were actually between them. Which is not something I'd EVER say about the original show. There's a different sense of maturity for the characters here, and I like that.

BAD: I... do not like Sokka's changes. No, it's not about the sexism. It makes sense to me that this aspect of his character would be changed, updated in a sense: you can even still read him as sexist in some regards! It just isn't as simplistic and straightforward as it was before. But that's... not what bugs me the most. The show genuinely surprised me by taking him far more seriously as a character than I anticipated they would, but they absolutely picked weird choices with him in stuff like his family issues (... the Hakoda changes are just straight-up cringe for me, there's no justification for making him some sort of bitchy soccer mom who congratulates his son but then shits on him behind his back??), his insecurities as a warrior and the frequent remarks about how maybe that's not his path in life even though he does just fine at it, and... his romantic relationships. It's wild, because I actually think they did Sukka a thousand times better than it is in canon, and yet in doing so, they absolutely deadlocked themselves into a whole other problem: Sokka bonding that much with Suki and then hitting on a random Fire Nation soldier like two episodes later?? Then having the romance of his lifetime with Yue by the end of the season?? Ngl, it feels like we're watching one of those sitcoms where characters switch love interests in the blink of an eye. Changing this element of his character this way, when Suki's romance in particular was given new qualities and way more substance... may not have been a great call since it makes him come off insanely shallow, ready to get with any girl he comes across, and frankly, he didn't feel like that in the original show to me. He's also not really funny when he's supposed to be? Part of what made Sokka funny originally was his role as a voice of reason while everyone else ignored him. They occasionally tried to mimic that here... but in ways that didn't really work? Also, the Ron-Weasley-In-HP-Movies brand of comedy of "watch this guy scream, it's soooo funny" is... so trite at this point. Please, don't. Personally, this really feels like a whole other character who isn't Sokka. And some people might think that's great... I'm not one of them. Maybe I'm just experiencing the crisis a lot of people are over Katara with Sokka? But where changes with her do seem to go for things I actually wasn't fond of in her character, I don't really feel like they did better with Sokka in the least.

GOOD: ... "Katara learned waterbending too fast", they say: she did in canon too. A month of training under Pakku is not nearly enough time to justify her being deemed a master in canon. Complaining about how she didn't get that training at all here and still got deemed a master gets a "meh" out of me because I frankly do not see it being remotely as different from what canon did as people want to think it is. Katara was fighting Pakku with way too much power in the OG show for a kid who never got formal training to begin with, and somehow nobody minds that. I don't think someone who was on that level of power in the OG show was nearly as inferior to a seasoned master as a bunch of people want to believe. So... outrage about how they sped up her learning process when we in fact see a LOT more internal growth for Katara, and a lot more depth to her bending source here, makes no sense to me.

Along with that: bending has always been connected with a bender's internal energy, which is related to their peace of mind and internal balance. This show did not invent that. Firebenders are the ones who are most explicitly shown to be connected to their feelings that way, sure, but if you needed ATLA or LOK to non-stop feature characters talking about how a person's chakras had to be cleansed and their hearts clear and their every spiritual thread cleaned up in order to reach their best possible shapes as benders? You probably have bigger problems in analyzing this show than just whining over whatever the liveaction did. A straightforward connection for Katara with her emotions and bending isn't a negative choice in the slightest to me, more so with a character who has constantly been characterized as deeply connected to her emotions: it makes sense that her bending works and evolves the way it does in the liveaction to me. Sorry not sorry.

BAD: Zhao. Uh... I've seen people say they like him here? I felt like I was watching a con artist. It's not the actor's fault, clearly he was given this concept to work with and he did the best he could with it, but the idea of removing Zhao from all prior connection to the Royal Family, making him a total unknown who came out of nowhere and rises to prominence through conniving and scheming feels like they decided to merge him with Long Feng, maybe? And it might even backfire if they DO have Long Feng next season (... they should???) and he has a very similar profile to what they did with Zhao. I didn't enjoy his characterization at all, he was just... weird. So, not a change I was big on.

GOOD: Iroh. My god. I hate the fact that I'm saying this. But I will say it was insanely cathartic to watch that EK soldier beating him up. And that's not all: Iroh actually seems to be struggling actively with right and wrong here, showing hesitation over the war, and most importantly... HAVING A PERSONAL DYNAMIC WITH AANG??!!! I never imagined I would be that happy to see that, but I was. The few moments those two had together were damn solid, some of the best in the show (and the best for Iroh, sorry not sorry, I have never ever been an Iroh-Zuko obsessive fan and I genuinely find myself more intrigued by Iroh's potential bonding with other people, never thought about it with Aang but this show 100% blindsided me with it in a good way). It seriously made me mad that the OG basically never gave them that chance besides... that one scene in the catacombs that was very much just Iroh being a fortune cookie? Aang actually being an element that basically waters the seeds of doubt in Iroh's head is a GREAT change. I said it and I'll stand by it.

BAD: Hahn and not because of the usual reasons: their characterization rework of Hahn was fine. More than fine. The actor they cast was also very pretty! All of which makes it EXTREMELY questionable that Yue somehow has this perfectly decent guy and... uh... chooses the reworked Sokka instead? Like, I know that's how the OG story went, but when you turn Hahn from an opportunistic dick to a perfectly admirable warrior and individual, and feature Yue saying he's great but he's "not the boy of her dreams" (you... dreamt about him ONE TIME?? He's never been in the Spirit World besides that, so wuuuut...??), it makes her choice in romantic interests feel extremely questionable and weird. I'm all for Yue being given more to work with, but this seriously feels like she's... a little crazy. Hahn comes off waaaaaaay too decent for her not to be interested in him... ofc, as long as she's someone attracted to men, which, considering she picked ANOTHER GUY, it's to be assumed that she is?? Ergo nothing makes sense to me. Come to think of it, a lesbian Yue rejecting Hahn is probably the only way her rejection of Hahn would make sense... and it would also not cast such a questionable light on reworked Sokka if he and Yue weren't romantic at all, right after he had that big connection with Suki back when the show began?? So, heh, maybe lesbian Yue is the only thing that would've made sense if Hahn gets reworked for the better like this, sorry not sorry....

GOOD: The full-blown, outright display of Ozai's abuse on Azula rather than subtleties and insinuations. Again, much like in Aang's case with the genocide: PEOPLE DENY AZULA WAS A VICTIM OF ABUSE ALL THE TIME. People pretend Ozai actually loved her on some weird level or that she FELT loved, ergo she was fine and Zuko's the one who was abused. This is not new. We've been dealing with people barking that kind of nonsense since almost twenty years ago. And the backlash from that exact crowd when this show made it evident proves that they refuse to accept Azula as a victim of abuse to this day. Ergo, sorry not sorry: I'm glad they handled it as they did here because it makes it undeniable that Ozai is pushing Azula to extremes and she's pressured to deliver and become the weapon he wants her to be.

BAD: ... the Mother of Faces. That may have been the most egregious offensive and bullshit moments in the entire show. I was so mad when she was brought up at all. It was awful. I hated it. It really must be my most hated moment in the whole thing. UGH.

GOOD: Katara apologized to Sokka once. You know. One time. That, I think, marks the single time in any official Avatar content where she has done that. Call me a salty asshole, but I'm genuinely impressed that they did that, so they get a point for it.

BAD: Bumi. I know some people think the rework for Bumi is great... I could not disagree more. His treatment of Aang is really unacceptable, his behavior is very irresponsible but this time in a vindictive way... I was even reasoning with the fact that he knows Aang is the Avatar, which ALSO happens in the OG, without having known it in the past! The difference? It feels too arbitrary and random that he'd know that here, whereas in the OG show, he IS random and arbitrary, yet somewhere amid so many nonsensical ramblings, he shows insight and intelligence that makes you think there's more to him than meets the eye. I may need to rewatch episode 5 of the OG show in order to confirm this, but I also think that most of the implications there regarding his challenges is that they were actually harmless even if it doesn't look that way all along. Here? They're not harmless at all, he's basically vindictively trying to get Aang to either die for his "sins" or get himself killed through him and neither thing sits well with me at all with this character.

GOOD: Gyatso, expanding on his character and making him a much more straightforward equivalent to Iroh for Aang actually is really helpful, it makes him less of a "stock character" victim to the Fire Nation, it gave him more depth and it makes Aang's bond with him feel much more real. I am very sorry to all OG apologists, but I continue to believe Aang's cheerful behavior was written primarily to appeal to the children demographic that Nickelodeon was aiming for as their audience, which meant he could not be particularly human and truly grieve for everything he had lost. This show doesn't hide that pain at all, and it's particularly good that it does that by showing what a constant presence Gyatso was in Aang's life and by letting them have a manner of final farewell in that episode (... even if I didn't particularly like the episode, but still, it wasn't a bad idea to do that).

BAD: ... call me a consistency freak if you will, but I did not spend all these years obsessively trying to make sense out of the wobbly worldbuilding of the Avatarverse to be told that the entrance to the Cave of Two Lovers is within Omashu and that it leads into the arena within Bumi's Palace. Sorry. I can't accept that. I can't. I legit laughed throughout that whole situation because that's not where the cave of two lovers was, the badgermoles would be causing earthquakes non-stop through the city, and the sewers system would not even work because they'd constantly get fucked up by the creatures (as we know, there's a scene in Book 2 of the kids climbing out of the sewers, so either they won't do the pentapox or they'll forget about the badgermoles conveniently by then...). So. No. Sorry but no. Also, why did they kill Oma??? I know they turned both lovers into women, but... precisely because they did that, why exactly was there any need to change which one died?? Either one you kill is a woman now anyway so... what's the difference? WHY the difference?? Odd.

GOOD: ... Zuko keeps a notebook on his research and investigations into the Avatar. There were many changes to his character but that's the one that stood out the most to me. He actually seems a little bit more methodical, if not smarter, but you know? Kinda smarter anyway for at LEAST thinking that keeping a book with the results of his investigations could help?? Feels like he's actually trying rather than just whining about how rude the world is and how hard he has it. Which, in the end, might ALSO come down to him actually having some hope that Ozai didn't hate him irremediably... which, too, is a good change. I've talked about it before, other people have too: a firstborn firebending male prince has no business being discarded because of incompetence unless he's just THAT pathetic, and even in canon, Zuko wasn't as bad as to justify pushing him out and treating him as shittily as Ozai did without an actual, THOROUGH, exploration of Ozai's motives. You can elaborate, but the show never really did it, and if anything, it offered a bunch of conflictive information about why Zuko thought his father liked him. Here, it makes more sense that he thinks Ozai isn't as much of a bitch as he really is: the Agni Kai is a lot more interesting because they merged both Zuko vs. Zhao and Zuko vs. Ozai into one. The fact that Ozai actually burns Zuko and defeats him BECAUSE he was punishing him for not taking advantage of an enemy's weakness? It's a million times more telling about Zuko's character than what we saw in canon, where he was down to fight an old man out of hybris and then shat himself as soon as his father stepped up instead. So... I don't like this Zuko, which tells you they're doing him right anyway x'DDDD but I find there are a few elements about him that make him at LEAST a little more respectable than he was in the OG show. Among them? He's not constantly ranting about honor but actually lashing out at dishonorable choices out of principle, which makes it sound like he has a WAY better grasp on that concept than he does in canon :'D sue me. This is a Zuko rework too, and fortunately, not ONLY geared towards sanitizing him (even though there IS a fair amount of sanitizing too... which annoys me, but what else could we expect in the era of political correction).

BAD: ... Why the fuck did they decide the way to fix Iroh harassing June was to make her horny for him? Please? Of all things??? All they had to do was just... not make any romantic/sexual implications there. At all. Was that so hard to achieve? This is probably the second worst thing for me in the entire show, ngl. I do not understand the need for it at all. Most of all when they CLEARLY changed it due to knowing Iroh absolutely was a bastard in the OG with his behavior towards her. Isn't it easier to just NOT put any implications of attraction in there? I mean, I should be happy June didn't fully harass Iroh but the way they presented it, it felt like he wasn't even comfortable with it either! This... is not the way you take revenge for a character sexually harassing another one. Bad, bad take, I don't know what made them do this but they absolutely did not "fix" this, they overcorrected it and made it gross as fuck to me anyhow, most of all with the context of knowing that Iroh was the one being inappropriate as fuck back in the OG.

ALRIGHT. I know there's bound to be more, and I probably could think of more soon but I think I'm giving you this for now or else I'll end up making my major post here x'D

All in all, I don't think this show is unwatchable, I absolutely understand people who think it was fun, I also understand people who couldn't get used to the changes and outright dropped it. What I can't understand/accept is either pretending this show is the greatest thing ever (much like I don't think the OG ATLA is...), or pretending that it's the worst one either. This show engaged with a lot of elements in different ways than the original did: not all of it was a miss, not all of it was a hit. And I feel like it's a matter of fundamental, human decency and respect not to go completely berserk taking a ten-ton dump on this show, which to this date is the biggest production in Hollywood with a primarily Asian cast and crew of all time, from what I know, by pretending it has destroyed this franchise completely and that any support for it must come from brainwashed idiots or "not true fans". The gate-keepy attitude comes as absolutely no surprise in this fandom, ofc, but it's still disgusting to see. You CAN be critical of this show with dignity. You CAN do it while respecting other people who enjoyed it completely. It's not too much to ask. I may have learned that lesson the hard way with the ATLA comics, but even then, it wasn't my M.O. to jump into every single comics-positive post to tell people why they sucked and how dumb they were for enjoying them.

That's what I've got for the time being :'D hope it's enough for now.

#zuko-always-lies #natla #it's not perfect #neither is the OG #oh I didn't mention it in the final paragraphs but #I find it particularly hilarious when people rage at the new one #for things the OG did too #like I'm sorry here but you can't come to me and praise the OG for the exact stuff you hated the remake for #at least be consistent??#anyway anyway there we are for now

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kimbappykidding · 9 months

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Imagine you and Hoshi teasing Jun for his sexy scenes in Exclusive Fairytale and wondering why he gets so mad.

Jun knew the second he had to film hot scenes his members would rip him to shreds but he had no idea you would too. Most of his female friends either avoided the topic or told him he had nothing to be ashamed of but not you, Jun forgot you'd been indoctrinated by the boys too much.

You were a member of Fromis_9 and had been introduced to Seventeen through Seungkwan years ago but got along with all the guys. You were friendly with them but things really went to another level when Hoshi found out you liked tigers. Then he decide you were going to be his best friend and you happily jumped into his horangi agenda. From then Hoshi invited you to absolutely every event and you grew close to all the guys but Hoshi always gravitated towards you most.

Jun liked you from the first time Seungkwan introduced you. He thought you were insanely pretty and liked how cultured you were. You'd lived in Korea, China and Australia so were fluent in all 3 languages and were still so confident in your identity despite having multiple diverging parts. Jun admired your confidence and how you fitted into Seventeen so well. DK used to joke if you were a guy you'd have made an excellent member but Jun was very happy you were a girl and didn't want anything about you to change...except maybe Hoshi and you. You'd both said multiple times it was nothing romantic and had many chances to hook up but didn't. Considering you were very confident and Hoshi had zero restraint when drunk and still hadn't tried to kiss you, Jun figured you might both be telling the truth but why was Hoshi so touchy-feely with you? Jun's eyes would always go to his hand on your waist or the way Hoshi would sometimes link your arms or hold your hand. He didn't like Hoshi touching you but that got even worse after his show aired.

One day Jun came home and found all the members eating and joking. Jun spotted you immediately on the sofa with Hoshi and while the guys went to ask Jun how his day had been, Hoshi gasped and whispered something to you making you smile. "Wait who are we?" you asked and Jun paused because you always had his attention but the second Hoshi jumped on top of you he became horrified. You both raised your heads from being inches away from each other to look at him and Jun got it. You then made a noise and scooted down Hoshi's body to hide. The members were in stitches as Hoshi overreacted screaming at Jun before hugging you but Jun just laughed a few times, said "very funny guys, I'm going to go get changed" and left. The image of Hoshi on top of you and how comfortable and quickly he did it stayed with Jun for the rest of the week.

He hoped that would be it but it wasn't. It seemed anytime you and Hoshi got together you rilled each other up and would get all the guys fixating on Jun's hot scenes too. The two of you were definitely ringleaders and Hoshi seemed the thrive off your support and encouragement. Jun got it, if you laughed at something he did, he'd do it 1000 more times but this thing in particular sucked.

The time that finally broke Jun was when you were all at a villa Scoups had rented. It was just for the day but all the members and any idol friends were there too. So there was a nice mix of people but Jun didn't venture very far from you all day...and neither did Hoshi. Jun had only gotten a few minutes alone with you and it annoyed him. Why couldn't Hoshi just date you or back off? What was this in-between crap?

You'd just come out of the pool and Hoshi was trying to steal your towel because he'd misplaced his. Jun had happily joined in your telling off of him but then Hoshi's eyes lit up and he leaned in and whispered something to you. "Hey Jun, does this remind you of anything?" you asked and gestured to yourself in the towel. Jun nearly died in shock and asked "what?" a little panicked. When had you in a towel even been associated with you? Had he missed the best day of his life or something? In response, you just smiled and held the tower over yourself which Hoshi leaned in closer and said Jun's line to you when he was in bed with Miao Yi's character. You looked at him and Hoshi pulled you back down with him again perfectly in character.

Jun hated it all but the members found it funny and kept asking how you and Hoshi knew all the lines. "We watched it" Hoshi said and Jun looked at you "you did?". Hoshi answered for you "yeah of course we did! Well only your sexy parts" he said with a wink "Y/n and I don't like boring stuff". Jun hated when Hoshi answered for you because 1. he'd much rather heard your voice and 2. it made you seem like such a couple. Jun had enough so he just nodded "I'm glad you enjoyed it" and headed away from you.

He avoided you for the rest of the afternoon and figured this would be a more adult thing to do. Rather than being around you, silently pinning for you and getting hurt, he should just cut you off. He wasn't happy about it but figured you wouldn't notice so it would just get easier with time. He was wrong.

Later that night after everyone had eaten and had drinks, it got a little quieter. Some guys left, others headed off to bed and Jun was thinking of doing the same. He was sat on by the pool on his own and was watching the water when he saw your reflection suddenly appear. "Hey can I join you?" you asked and Jun looked at you surprised you were on your own before nodding "sure". You smiled and took a seat beside him. Jun didn't know what to say or do so he remained quiet and a silence stretched between you both. You broke it first.

"Are you okay?" you asked and Jun nodded "yeah, what makes you think I'm not?". You shrugged "nothing really, just you've been quiet tonight...did we annoy you earlier with our teasing?" you asked. Jun paused and your face dropped "oh god we did! Jun I'm so sorry!" you said putting a hand on his arm and Jun reacted without even thinking. "No don't apologies it's not your fault" he said not wanting you to ever feel sad. "Well it was partly" you argued "I never stopped Hoshi and we have been teasing you for a while. I'm sorry Jun, I promise we'll stop" you said giving him a lot of eye contact and Jun lapped it up. "Okay, thank you" he said and you smiled "no problem" and let your hand drop away from his arm.

"You're a good actor" you told Jun unexpectantly and he looked at you "really? I thought you only saw my cringey scenes". You shook your head "did you really believe Hoshi that I just watched your sexy parts? I'm not a perv Jun". Jun blushed and went to assure you he didn't think that but you were smiling and he knew you were joking. "I watched the whole thing and you were really good, very believable like I genuinely believed you loved Miao Yi's character" you said and Jun looked down blushing. "So believable it made me wonder is there anything there? Was any of it not acting?" you asked and when Jun started adamantly shaking his head you laughed, "You know you can tell me if there was! I wouldn't tell anyone". Jun finally found his voice "no of course not! It was just acting I'm not into her that way". You smiled "then how did you make it so real? I know it's acting but that emotion has to come from somewhere right? You couldn't just act that way with anyone" you said "or could you?" looking at him "are you that good you could even act like that with me?".

The thought of doing any of those scenes with you made Jun go bright red and you took that as a response. "Hahah fine, I get it" you said laughing and Jun shook his "no that wasn't my answer". You smiled "it's fine Jun, I get it would be harder to fake it with a person you know plus it'd be more awkward pretending to be in love with me wouldn't it?" you smiled. Jun however was not smiling. "Not at all" he replied, his tone fully serious "I could do it, would you like me to? Pretend now?". You blinked, lost for words at the change in Jun and didn't know how to react.

In truth, Jun didn't know what had come over him either. He just knew hearing you say you explain away his attraction for you and acting like he couldn't even be in love with you made him mad. So if you couldn't realise what was right in front of him, maybe his acting would help you. You soon recovered from your shock and smiled "don't worry I wouldn't do that to you" and patted his arm. Jun could feel the moment slipping away from his fingers and knew if he wanted to make something of this moment he had to act quickly.

"No" he said making you jump and look back at him "I mean I...I want to do it" he said and you blinked. "You want to do those scenes with me?" you asked quietly "to show me your acting skill?". That wasn't the reason why but that didn't matter to Jun. All that mattered was he got to show you how easy it was for him to do it with you. "Yes" he said and you looking down slightly bashful "erm okay give me a sec". You turned away from him and Jun wondered if you were comfortable with this when you turned back around "okay go, I don't know all the lines but I'll try" and Jun decided if he was going to do this he could;t hesitate. So he went for it.

Jun picked a scene that he thought had the best dialogue. It started out really heartfelt but then got quite flirty and sexy towards the end. You knew pretty much all the lines but seemed to hesitate every time Jun said his. He was thriving on being so honest with you and loved seeing the effect his words had on you. Then when the words didn't fit, he just went off script.

"I want you to know I think you're very beautiful and have felt that since I first met you. You light up any room you go into and I get excited whenever I hear your voice. You're all I want and could ask for. You're perfect Y/n" Jun said looking at you and blinked. He was really close to you and had a straight face. He had certainly proved he was an excellent actor and you almost believed this was real. "Jun I don't think they're the lines" you said "are you trying to prank me?" you asked smiling nervously. Jun shook his head not moving back, sending your heart racing. "I'm trying to be honest with you, you wondered how I could play a guy in love with his close friends? You're the reason". Your eyes widened slightly and you blinked "Wait you're being serious? You're not getting back at me for what happened with Hoshi?". Jun shook his head "I've always wanted you Y/n" and to finish the performance he kissed you.

The second Jun pulled back from the kiss his acting magic faded and he felt nervous again. You blinked your eyes open and fixed them on Jun. "so that wasn't acting?" you confirmed and Jun shook his head "no and it felt very natural to say those things to you". "Have you felt this way for a long time?" you asked him and Jun nodded "since I first met you" and your jaw dropped. "Why did you never tell me?" you asked. "Because I thought you and Hoshi might be secretly together and I didn't want to get in the way of anything". You shook your head "Hoshi is just a friend, we could say the exact same words to me and it wouldn't make me feel anything close to how I feel right now". "How do you feel?" Jun couldn't help but ask and you blushed. "Flustered, excited, so impressed with your skill, I find it quite funny the effect it had on me but mainly? I just think you're so hot and that was so sexy". Jun smiled "really?" and you nodded "I always thought you were hot and Miao Yi was really lucky to be acting with you. I imagined it wouldn't take much for her to act turned on by you and I can safely say I was right". Jun was a blushing mess but also couldn't stop smiling. "I'm really happy to hear you say that but don't know what to say in reply". You smiled and gently touched his hand "It's okay you don't have to feel pressure to say anything, all I really want to do right now is kiss you again". Jun smiled "then kiss me" channelling his confidence again and you blushed but before promptly shifting yourself into Jun's lap wiping the smile off his face "oh I plan on". This time the person wrapped around you was Jun and he loved it.

You were just working Jun up nicely, you could feel him getting agitated and fidgety when an idea occurred to you. "So that was why you got so upset by mine and Hoshi's teasing" you said pulling away suddenly. Jun jumped shocked and had to come to terms with you not being against him anymore before he processed your words. Slowly he nodded. "I didn't like seeing you act out those scened with Hoshi, how comfortable he was on top of you and how close together your lips were" Jun said his brow furrowing even as he thought of it. "I didn't like seeing any guy be like that with you" his hands going to your waist. "Except you?" you asked teasingly and Jun nodded "except me, I wanted you all to myself". You smiled and pulled back slightly. You leant on your hands and Jun gazed at you. You also looked down at yourself and then back to Jun "well you've got me haven't you? What do you plan to do now?". Jun smiled "I have so many ideas" and he lifted you back to him with one hand "want me to show you?" he asked. You smirked and jumped up off his lap racing to the rooms. You were quick and beat Jun there. "How did you know this was my room?" he asked unlocking the door and you smiled "I'm very observant...well with people I care about. I took note of your room as soon as we got here". Jun smiled "Y/n, have you been imagining something like this? Coming to my room?" Jun asked and you looked at him. "Concisouly? No but there have been a fair few dreams". "Dreams!" Jun cried "what do we do in them". You smiled "don't worry, you're not the only one good at re-creating" and locked the door.

The next morning, you woke up to find Jun wrapped around you. You smiled at how cute he looked asleep and gently poked him "hey Jun, you awake?". He made a noise in response and when you poked him said "I'm awake". You smiled at his sleepy voice "I'm just going to go shower and get some clothes from my room, okay?". "Okay" Jun said and he let you out of his arms and burrowed further into the bed. You padded over to your own, had a shower and got ready for the day. You went back to Jun's but he was still asleep and you were hungry so you joined the boys for breakfast.

"Y/n!" DK called as he saw you and you smiled "hey Dk, good night?". "Yeah I slept like a baby" he smiled and passed you a plate. You sat next to Dk, across from Jeonghan and Scoups. Some of the boys were still zonked like Jun and it was fun to see them appear with messy hair and squinty eyes. Hoshi appeared not long after and had a huge bedhead. You couldn't stop laughing when you saw him and Hoshi didn't take kindly to that. "What so funny Y/n?" he asked coming right over to you "is there something amusing?" he asked sticking his hair in your face and you pushed away by his shoulders. "Hoshi stop!" you laughed "I'm trying to eat" but Hoshi wouldn't and eventually he got tired. He wrapped his arms around your waist and sighed, resting his head on yours "it's too early Y/n". "Why are you saying that like I started this?" you asked and Hoshi smirked "because you always do" and carried on hugging you.

As Hoshi stayed that way you paused "hey Hoshi can you let go?" you asked. "Why?" he asked "you're soft and smell nice". "Yeah but I'm sort of seeing this guy and he would prefer if we were less physical". "Wait" Hoshi cried springing back "you're seeing someone?" which made all the guys look over. "Who is it?" Jeonghan asked and as you were searching for something to say, Jun appeared.

You saw him heading to the table and looked at him behind Jeonghan. The smart boy followed your gaze and smiled "no way!". Slowly the other guys got it and Hoshi cried "you're seeing Jun?" making the boy startle. Jun jumped and then looked at you as the guys cried out tons of questions to him. Jun blushed and you could see he was flustered so told all the boys to shush. "Hey leave him alone, I never said it was him". "Yeah but the way you looked at him does" Scoups said "wait shit is this new? Is that why you're looking at him like that?2. You blushed and then boys exploded again.

You pushed past them and went to Jun "hey so quick update, I told Hoshi not to touch me too much anymore because there was this guy and they worked out it's you". "You asked Hoshi to stop? So I wouldn't be upset?" Jun asked and you nodded "yeah...I don't want you to be uncomfortable and I'd only want you touching me like that anyway". Jun's face lit up and in front of everyone he leaned down and gave you a quick kiss. Everyone had assumed but still they overreacted with half cheering and the other half being disgusted. "we've seen you kiss too many times now Jun stop it!" The8 said. "Yeah but this was a real kiss not a fake one, it's totally different" Seungkwan argued and Woozi shrugged "so? I still don't want to see it" and you smirked "well suck it up Woozi! Jun can kiss me whenever he wants" and you marched the two of you back to your seats.

Jun was slightly nervous with all the attention but sitting next to you calmed him. He kept a hand on your leg to ground him and was back to normal in minutes. Once things had calmed and people stopped staring he leaned into you "thank you for saying that to Hoshi, when I woke up and you were gone I wasn't sure if you wanted to pursue this or not". "I told you I was leaving, don't you remember?" you asked and Jun blinked "no" which made you laugh. "Sorry that must've been scary, no I just wanted a shower and breakfast but I'm very much ready for this" you said. Jun smiled "I can't wait to get started" and then blushed again, his confident actor mask falling. You noticed and gently lifted his chin "you don't have to act around me, just be the normal Jun. I find him hot". Jun felt touched you could tell the difference and noticed the real him. "Okay I will" he said nodding and you smiled and leaned into him. Jun wrapped an arm around you and joined in with the guys' conversation. He decided all the teasing was worth it...because it got him you.

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Okay so of course I saw the clips of Jun in that tv show and had to rush to write this! Jun looks amazing in it...but it might kill all the carats out there.

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can you maybe tell us about the history of trans healthcare? I'm writing a trans character in an old west setting and don't know exactly what would be available to her

So this is a really cool question.

There have been (what we would today call) transgender and gender-non-conforming people as far back as we have records that can describe them. Depending on where in the world a person was and what culture they belonged to, being trans or gender-non-conforming may have been something lived openly, or it may have been something more hidden.

This makes it difficult to cover all of trans history in one tumblr post, so I'll focus on 2 things- trans history during the western expansion (the time between 1803 and 1893 across what is now the western USA, often referred to as the "old west" "wild west" or "frontier"), and trans healthcare access as it is recorded in the USA.

So first let's talk a little about trans people on the frontier.

[Trans Woman of the Frontier: Mrs. Nash]

Simply put, there were a lot of them. Or, at least, there were a lot more of them living on the frontier than there were on the east coast. Many accounts tend to be of what we today would call trans men. Earlier, historians often brushed their existence off as a practicality- If a woman wanted a decent-paying job on the range, of course they would change their name, wear men's clothing, and act as a man.

But this doesn't explain the fact that many of them lived their personal lives as men too, often taking wives and continuing to live lives as men even after being arrested multiple times for cross dressing, or after the conclusion of their career. Look up "Harry Allen" if you want a real man's man on the frontier.

In fact, today one of the reasons historians think there were more trans people out west was because news of these arrests often made it back to the east coast. Closeted trans people reading these (often sensationalized) stories were essentially promised a life and future on the frontier with people like them- a life and future they could move and restart easily if they happened to be, you know, arrested for transness.

It also doesn't explain the trans women. While there are fewer records of trans women on the frontier, they did exist. And since women could typically hide more easily assuming they had an understanding husband (or beard), that kind of makes sense. Look up "Mrs. Nash" who worked as a laundress and took 3 husbands over her lifetime. She was only outed as trans upon her death.

Long story short, it would be very historically accurate to have a trans person on the frontier, and while it might have been reasonable to assume they could make a life there, officially transness wasn't particularly well accepted by the establishment.

Trans healthcare on the frontier was unfortunately not really a thing beyond what today we would call social transition- the adoption of new clothing, a new name, and new speech patterns.

This was because the first medical transition care wouldn't occur until 1918 in Germany and wouldn't move to the US until the 1940s, half a century after the frontier was declared closed.

In 1922 the first successful gender-affirming surgery was performed. It was an orchiectomy (removal of the testes) on a woman named Dora Richter in Germany.

In 1931 Dora completed her transition with several more successful surgeries. This was also the year Lili Elbe (of The Danish Girl fame) passed away from infection related to a gender affirming surgery (why did they decide to tell her story instead of Dora's?? Dora literally worked in trans healthcare for most of her career??).

Anyway. In the 1940's Dr. Alfred Kinsey began his study of human sexuality and gender in Indiana, USA. He was the first person to use the term "transsexual", which gave a name to the experience of someone who's gender did not align with their sex assigned at birth.

Hormone therapy in the US was introduced by Dr. Henry Benjamin sometime in the 1950s, along with the first US citizens travelling to Europe to complete gender affirming surgeries. Dr. Benjamin published the first papers on hormone therapy in 1967, prompting the openings of about 40 "gender clinics" throughout the US. Unfortunately, many of these clinics provided gender-affirming care in name only- the larger ones (like the Johns Hopkins Gender Identity Clinic) getting over 100 applications per year for surgical interventions, but providing only about 5-7 per year after a rigorous process of proving one's transgender status.

By the late 1960's and early 1970's, many US trans people were choosing to circumvent the larger medical centers and either going abroad or using smaller specialty clinics that could do surgeries more discreetly and were less interested in the research value of trans people.

In 1979, many of the larger gender clinics shut down after a paper (with very poor methodology) stated that trans people were no better off mentally after transition. This, though awful, sparked Dr. Benjamin to start the organization that would become the World Professional Association for Transgender Health, which publishes the standards by which gender affirming patients are treated today.

After this point, clinics slowly rebuilt. From a low of 2-3 in the mid 1990s to hundreds of clinics open today. The Johns Hopkins' clinic reopened in 2016.

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#transgender #LGBTQ #history #westerns #wild west #writing reference #whump reference #hospital life #trans #healthcare

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sophie my sweet love!! i have a request! well multiple, but here is one

dad!kaz where it's years later and they bring their son to the crow club for the first time and he's in awe of everything. and y/n is rushing around to make sure he doesn't touch anything or hurt himself, and kaz is just there with jes smiling at the chaos his family brings

a little crow and a lot of chaos

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Pairing: Kaz Brekker x f!Reader

A/N: El, I love you for this request, it's so good. I am in love with the idea of dad!Kaz and you have my heart for asking for this. I'll definitely need more dad!Kaz requests or I will pass away (I'm very serious). This is one of the softest fics I'll ever write and I am actually quite happy with how it turned out??? Also, I named the son Jordie, just because I wanted to suffer (and not at all because I'm terrible at picking out names for ocs). Thank you so much for requesting this, El <333

Summary: A little crow visits the Crow Club for the first time and chaos ensues

Genre: F L U F F

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: A very tiny mention of his touch aversion, very soft!Kaz, Sophie doesn't know how children talk and at this point her search history look a bit weird, so she's too scared of looking it up

“Do you really think that this is a good idea?” You directed the question at your husband as you futilely tried to convince your son to put on his boots. The son in question had been in a very lively mood for the entire morning and, as much as you adored him, he became a bloody nuisance when he was as excited as this. Kaz, who had also done his very best to keep the little boy in check, only chuckled as he looked down at you with playful pity.

“I’m sure it will be fine, love.” He mused, straightening his tie and correcting his appearance in the hallway mirror for the hundredth time today. Both of you were far from being new parents, your son now already shy of four years old, but there were some habits you needed to get used to. Especially Kaz. He still had his bad days when everything was just a bit too much for him to handle causing him to retreat into his old shell. Now they were just way less frequent and when they happened, the waves didn’t manage to overtake him completely. All in all, he had managed to become a loving husband and caring father, of whom you couldn’t be any more proud.

“Ma, you promised!” Jordie pouted, staring at you with wide eyes and an overly dramatic quivering lower lip. Saints, you really needed to limit the time he spent with Nina and Jesper…

“I know, I know and we will go to the Crow Club today,” You consoled him whilst finally succeeding in shoving the godforsaken boots over his feet. You turned your face to a smirking Kaz, who seemed to be having the time of his life just about now. “I’m just a bit worried that we might run into people that your daddy doesn’t necessarily like.”

“It’s the middle of the day. The club is probably close to being empty. There’s nothing to worry about. And if there should be some sort of trouble lurking-”

“Uncle Jes will protect us all with his guns!” Your son jumped up, giving both of you a wide grin before taking confident strides towards the front door. Kaz tried to stifle a chuckle, but he inevitably failed as he saw your utterly flabbergasted expression. Sometimes, you were surprised none of your friends had taught him to say ‘fuck’ yet - not that you intended on giving them any ideas.

“Maybe we should think about who we choose as babysitters a bit more thoroughly.” Kaz stood behind you, letting his hands rest on your shoulders as he placed a chaste kiss on your temple. “But I’d say we leave now, or he might show us what else his aunts and uncles have taught him.”

Since you didn’t live in the Barrel anymore, you had to walk a bit to reach the Crow Club. The walk from your estate in the Geldstraat wasn’t far, but your husband still was very content with carrying Jordie for a brief portion of the way. It made you recall past days when he would struggle immensely with even attempting to publicly show affection towards you, or anyone for that matter. In his mind, it made him appear valuable and weak. As your son grew older, these feelings subsided, replaced by a new sense of responsibility and strength.

Many people couldn’t appreciate the beauty of the Barrel, however, seeing it through the eyes of a small boy, whose father wasn’t reluctant to tell stories about all the crazy heists his parents and their friends had completed here, made it easier for you to understand why your son was so excited to come back. And it wasn’t like the Barrel was all that bad. It had been your home for the majority of your teenage years and it was where you met your closest friends, after all. Becoming parents had kept both you and Kaz from coming back frequently unless it was work-related, so you were more than glad to enjoy your time without having to worry about completing a job or filling out paperwork. The only thing you had to worry about now was keeping your son from touching anything dangerous or hurting himself. That couldn’t be so hard, right?

Jordie wriggled himself out of your spouse’s arm as the oxidized silver crow sign of the Crow Club came into sight. Kaz was quick to reach for his hand, holding onto it tightly to keep him from running out of your sight. You hastily moved forward to grab the other one, letting him walk between the two of you, which he begrudgingly accepted. You couldn’t blame him for being excited. It was his first time actually seeing the club from the inside since you had vehemently insisted on keeping him from the vulgar sceneries that could be found in gambling dens and clubs of all sorts as long as you possibly could. The only exception you ever made was occasionally bringing him around to the Slat to pay a visit to his father while he was working. You were sure that if things would go how Kaz wanted them to go, he would’ve brought him to the Crow Club whilst still in diapers.

Upon entering the establishment, the eyes of the few patrons immediately snapped towards Kaz. No matter how much of a doting husband he may be when you were alone, he still had one hell of a reputation, which he was proud to employ for his benefit. Even though it was quite the difficult task to do so, whilst grasping onto the tiny hands of a preschooler. With one determined snap of his cane, the majority of the gazes found their way back to their drinks and the three of you could finally settle without being the centre of everyone's attention.

One pair stayed fixed on you.

“Uncle Jes!” Your son squealed, yanking his hands out of your grip and running towards the Sharpshooter that stood leaning against the bar, clumsily placing his glass of whiskey on the counter next to him. You wanted to dash after him, but your partner only gave you a reassuring look, putting his cane out in front of you to block your way. Jesper flashed you a toothy grin, adjusting his hat before bending down and picking Jordie up to give him a big hug. Against Kaz’s initial disbelief, your friend proved to be the best godfather and babysitter that you could have wished for. Only when he was not trying to introduce your son to his array of shenanigans and pranks though.

“Look who’s here! Have you gotten taller since the last time I’ve seen you?” Jesper quipped, causing Jordie to giggle uncontrollably.

“The last time you’ve seen him was two days ago, I doubt that he had a paranormal growth spurt since then.” Kaz retorted in his typical sarcastic tone, but with a barely noticeable grin on his lips. His comment was only countered with a jaunty eye roll before the attention was back on the little boy.

“What are you doing here, little crow?” Jesper asked as if he hadn’t been the one to plant the idea of visiting the Crow Club in Jordie’s head in the first place. “Are you joining the big boy club now?”

“It was about time that we showed him where people like his parents and godparents spent their teenage years.” Kaz chuckled, earning a warning glare from you, which he tactfully ignored. As much as you loved spending time here, the fact that it was a gambling den filled with some of the most dangerous criminals Ketterdam could breed, didn’t necessarily scream kid friendly.

And of course, your worries were justified.

As soon as Jesper put him back down, he began to wander around the club. It was a lot different to what he knew from the Barrel. The flashy colours and extravagant designs of most of the other bars were replaced by the rich black and crimson interior of the Crow Club. It was the physical manifestation of Kaz Brekker in the form of a betting hall.

The first object of attraction that managed to reel Jordie in, was the array of card tables that were spread out all over the main hall. He waddled away from the bar, right in the direction of a table that was currently being used by four sketchy-looking men. It was very likely that he was only interested in seeing what game they were playing or that he wanted to look at the intricate crow pattern on the red cloth that coated the circular tables.

“Jordie, don’t bother these lovely men. I’m sure they simply want to enjoy their game in peace.” You called after him, but he didn’t listen. Not wanting him to get into trouble, you hurried forward, trying to catch him, or at the least keep him in check. You didn’t see the amused look on your husband’s face as he watched you scurry after a feisty three-year-old and it was better that you didn’t. He did understand why you were so anxious about your son being here, but he just couldn’t stifle the enjoyment he got from your so-called ‘mother hen behaviour’ as Jes had lovingly dubbed it. Before he could reach the table you were already right behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders to navigate him away from it. The men hadn’t even noticed him, but you weren’t able to hide the embarrassment written all over your face.

To your dismay, a door to one of the private gambling parlours opened, revealing the now empty room. Obviously, this only served as a new point of interest to Jordie, who instantly rushed towards it to see what was going on inside. Sometimes you really wondered whether you should attempt to put a leash on him.

Kaz’s eyes followed you ceaselessly as you sprinted all around the club, holding back your son from touching any sharp edges and apologizing to numerous customers who had been deemed important enough to be appealing to him. No matter how hard he tried to disguise his smile and turn it into a self-satisfied smirk, it didn’t work out.

“Come on, Kaz. Are you going soft on us? If Nina could see you right now, you would never be free from her bullying.” Jesper grinned, raising his eyebrows at the man next to him.

“If Nina could see me right now, she would tell me to get a decent haircut.” He replied, stealing Jesper’s whiskey off of the counter and helping himself to a considerable sip from the glass.

“And she would be right. But she’d also absolutely relish the sight of Kaz Brekker, the Bastard of the Barrel, smiling like a lovesick teenage boy.”

“She’s my wife, Jesper. I am allowed to look at her how I please.”

“Of course you are. It’s just nice to know that the big scary Dirtyhands does have a heart sometimes. Even if that heart manifests through the heart eyes he gives his wife.”

“Shut up Jesper.”

Their friendly bickering was cut short by a hollow clanking noise, coming from a chair that your son had managed to knock over. He watched as you hastily picked it up before ushering him back towards the bar whilst trying to make yourself as small as possible to get rid of any unwanted attention.

“Alright, young man,” Kaz laughed, putting a hand on Jordie’s back to steer him towards the exit. “I think that you did quite enough exploring for the day. Let’s head to the Slat, I heard that your other aunts and uncles might want to spend the evening with us.”

At the mention of the Crows, he gave up his pouting and was now eager to leave the club. You could only shake your head, joining Jesper and Kaz on their way out, still carefully eying your overly energetic child.

"Oh Jes, are we still going out for W-A-F-F-L-E-S later, or did the plans change?" You questioned the Zemeni boy in an attempt to not excite your son too much. This plan flew straight over Jesper’s head.

"Why did you just spell out waffles?" He snickered, cocking his brows inquisitively. You sighed, seeing Jordie’s eyes go wide with joy.

"Are we getting waffles later?! Will aunt Nina be there too? Can I have the ones with extra chocolate?" A cluster of questions started tumbling from his mouth as he nearly seemed to be buzzing with glee.

"That's why." Kaz answered, giving you a slight nudge with his shoulder before lifting Jordie off his feet, whose ramblings were cut short by a joyful squeal.

#kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker fluff #kaz brekker #grishaverse x reader #grishaverse

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