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lucy90712 · 1 month

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Road to Recovery- Part 10

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Date day has come around. This morning I woke up really early because I was nervous about tonight. It's stupid really as I've been to Pablo's place what feels like a million times before and I know he's a lovely guy but I can't help but be a bit anxious about actually going on a date with him. After we confessed our feelings for each other things have been a bit different it's not like we could forget about what happened so now our text conversations or FaceTime calls are a bit more flirty than they used to be. I'm not worried about things being awkward as I don't think things could ever be awkward between us but I am worried about what will happen if the date doesn't go well. Pablo and I get along really well as friends but that doesn't necessarily mean we will work romantically and that's my worry as I've got so used to having him in my life.

I tried my best not to overthink too much as that definitely won't help but it definitely got harder as the day went on. When it was finally time for me to get ready is when I really started to get nervous it didn't help that Pablo told me to just dress casually which felt so wrong for a first date. I haven't been on many dates but the ones I have been on I've dressed up a bit for all of them and worn a nice dress or cute outfit but I'm not doing that tonight. I kept things simple and comfortable but without looking like I'd just crawled out of bed. As much as I didn't go overboard with my outfit I couldn't help but do my hair and a bit of makeup as I felt better knowing I was a bit more put together. Just to make sure I looked good I texted my best friend who I never get to see as she moved away but all I had to say was that I was going on a casual date and she was replying just after I'd hit send. She really hyped me up and told me I looked amazing which made me feel a lot better.

Pablo really wanted to be able to pick me up for our first date but of course he couldn't so instead he told me Fermin was coming to pick me up on his way back from training. I was also made aware that Fermin really made fun of Pablo for not being able to pick up his own date and he even said he might not bring me over to Pablo's and take me out himself which was of course a joke but Pablo made me promise not to go anywhere with him. Fermin text me as soon as he arrived so I made my way down as quickly as possible which is as quick as the lift in my building goes. When he saw me coming Fermin got out of his car and handed me a bouquet of my favourite flowers as well as a little card which told me that they were from Pablo.

"Did he make you pick these up?" I asked Fermin

"Yeah I told him to get them delivered but he didn't want to do that and he blackmailed me into picking them up" Fermin explained

"He blackmailed you" I laughed

"He said he'd post an embarrassing picture of us as kids and I know the one he's talking about and I'd rather die than have the public see that picture" he laughed

"I better be careful what pictures I show him then I don't need him having blackmail material on me too" I joked

"You'll be fine he loves you far too much to ever do that to you" he said

"How are you feeling are you nervous?" Fermin asked

"Yeah I know I don't need to be but I can't help it I'm just worried we won't work out as more than friends" I admitted

"Trust me you'll be fine I can't tell you everything but Pablo talks about you a lot and I can tell you mean a lot to him so I wouldn't be worried he'll do everything he can to make things work" he said

"Thanks hearing that makes me feel a lot less anxious" I said

"It's what I'm here for" he joked

We chatted as he drove, he asked about my recovery and I asked about the team and training. It was nice to catch up with him but we soon arrived at Pablo's and so I got out as he pulled up outside so I didn't take away any more of his time. While in the car the nerves went away but they all came back once I was actually making my way towards the door. I just didn't feel worthy of being in this position sure me and Pablo may get on really well but that doesn't mean I deserve to be going on a date with him. I know I'm not the type of person he will have been on dates with before I've seen the girl he's been linked with in the past and I am nowhere near on the same level as them he is definitely way out of my league which is what's making me so insecure.

Before my thoughts could get too out of control Pablo opened the door and welcomed me in with a smile that instantly made me relax a little. He hugged me as soon as I was close enough and like always pressed a kiss to my cheek which I don't think will ever not make me blush. My nerves really settled down as he started to talk to me in fact I felt kind of stupid for being so worried as I instantly felt the usual comfort I feel when I'm with Pablo. He was beaming from ear to ear as he took me into the living room where he had set up loads of cushions and blankets and there was so many snacks on the table. It was clear that he wanted us to have a movie night together and that's exactly the type of thing I was hoping he'd do for our first date something simple but also something that allows us to spend some quality time together.

Somehow he'd managed to get all of my favourite snacks and he'd even got my favourite movie ready for us to watch first. I like to try and pretend that my favourite film isn't tangled but in reality I can't help but love that film I watched it all the time growing up especially after a hard day. My love of tangled isn't something I've ever mentioned to Pablo or at least I don't remember doing so which means he must've somehow asked Alonso as he's probably the only one that would know and would have no hesitation in saying it. Knowing that he cared enough about making this date special to ask my brother what I'd like put a smile on my face and gave me a fuzzy feeling inside.

We both sat on the sofa as Pablo started the movie, there was a bit of space between us but that lasted just a few seconds. Pablo was quick to put his arm around my waist and pull me closer so that I was tucked into his side. His arm stayed around my waist as I leant my head on his shoulder as it was more comfortable. Pablo's fingers started rubbing across my skin and tracing shapes as he watched the movie he was doing it without thinking but I was definitely thinking about it. Feeling his hands on me is still feels odd I'm not used to having anyone touch me in such a gentle and innocent way but I enjoy having Pablo's hands on me in that way.

Once the first movie ended we watched Pablo's favourite film and then a few more. We were enjoying each other's company so much that we no idea what the time was by the time we both looked at the clock it was already 2am and my sudden tiredness started to make sense. There was a look between us one that portrayed that neither of us wanted tonight to end but knew we had to as it was getting late and we should go to sleep.

"Seeing as its late why don't you stay here I have a guest room and it saves you calling your brother" Pablo suggested shyly

"If you're ok with me staying I'd love to but I don't have any clothes to change into" I said

"Of course I want you to stay and I can give you some of my clothes to sleep in plus I have extra toothbrushes for you to use" he said

With that it was decided we both made our way upstairs and Pablo grabbed some of his clothes for me and a toothbrush before showing me to the guest room. I've been around Pablo's house before but I haven't really seen the upstairs especially not the guest room but it was huge, bigger than most of my apartment. The room also had its own en suite which could probably fit 10 people in comfortably. Looking around the room it really sunk in that as normal as Pablo may act and his life may be at the moment he doesn't lead a normal life at all once he's back to playing and training things will be so different. The possibility of us being a thing by then and me getting to go and watch him play and support him is quite exciting I've watched all the teams matches recently and some old ones that Pablo played in but it will be so different seeing him out there in person.

I got myself ready for bed after a few moments of admiring the room. While brushing my teeth I discovered that Pablo's guest room is stocked with body wash, shampoo, conditioner you name it it's probably in there. I imagine that his sister or his mum did this or at least suggested it but still the sentiment was there. Seeing as he had some makeup remover and face wash I decided I'd use it as I know I'd regret not doing it in the morning when I start breaking out. Once I was finished in the bathroom I changed into the hoodie and shorts Pablo gave me, I definitely looked like an idiot as the clothes were too big but I didn't really care as I was so comfortable. Just after I had finished getting changed there was a knock on the door and Pablo popped his head round once I told him to come in.

"Hey I just wanted to come and say goodnight and tell you how much I enjoyed tonight it's the most enjoyable date I've ever been on probably ever" he said

"I really enjoyed tonight too thank you for setting this all up you did a great job at making it feel like a special night" I said

"I'm glad you enjoyed it but your brother helped me out a bit he gave me the movie suggestions

"I had a feeling he helped you out a bit how did you ask him though I have to know" I said

"I checked your following on Instagram and then dm'ed him" Pablo explained

"You're crafty I might have to watch who I follow" I joked

"You don't have to worry I promise I only have good intentions" he said

As we talked Pablo walked closer and closer to me until I was standing at the edge of the bed with him right in front of me. When we stopped talking we just looked into each others eyes which made some tension build in the air. I could see him looking at my lips every now and then and I couldn't help but do the same. I wanted to kiss him so badly but I didn't want to be the one to make the first move as I don't want to be the one to ruin things if he doesn't want to kiss me. The silence in the room didn't help with the tension it seemed to last forever but eventually Pablo broke the silence.

"Can I kiss you" he whispered

"Of course" I whispered back

He didn't waste any time he quickly put his hands on my cheeks and pulled me into a searing kiss. I haven't kissed many people but straight away I knew this kiss was the best I've ever had. I don't think anything can compete with the feeling of finally having Pablo's lips on mine, months of hidden feelings and a first date with so much anticipation has finally led to this moment which is one I'll never forget. The kiss didn't last that long before we both pulled away smiling at each other. With the adrenaline rushing through my veins I was feeling a lot more confident so I got on my toes and gave Pablo another kiss which he was quick to reciprocate. We kissed a few more times each being just as good as the last but eventually we had to stop or else we'd be there forever.

"Goodnight Cariño" Pablo said kissing my cheek

"Goodnight" I replied

As soon as he left I couldn't wipe the giant smile off my face even as I laid down in bed. Today has been completely perfect despite all my worries everything went so much better than I expected it to. It's starting to feel like things between me and Pablo really could go somewhere.

#gavi imagine #gavi imagines #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi imagines #gavi #gavi oneshots #gavi x reader #football imagine

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purplesimmer455 · 5 months

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Later that night, Grace came over to Iseul’s flat for their date. She decided to dress up fancy in a new blue dress she'd bought when she went shopping with her colleague. She got ready feeling anxious but excited, and thought to herself that tonight she would tell Iseul she loved her, and if they were both comfortable with it, maybe they'd even woohoo. A couple days ago when she'd been cuddling with Is on the couch, with Grace sprawled against the couch and Iseul leaning against her, Grace decided she was ready to woohoo with Iseul. She felt safe and comfortable with her, and after going out on some dates and making it official, Grace felt like they had a good connection and wanted to take that next step with her.

As soon as Iseul opened the door, her jaw dropped. "Gracie-you look-wow." She stuttered, taking in Grace’s dress, her necklace, her wavy brown hair. "Thanks Issy." Grace said, smiling and pulling Iseul in for a quick kiss. "You too." She said, caressing Iseul's cheek, which made Iseul’s knees feel like jelly. "I should've dressed up a bit too, I had a suit in mind but was worried it might be too fancy." Iseul said. Grace grinned. "It's all good Is, just make sure to wear it for our next date." She said. She leaned down to take off her shoes, and blushed a bit as she felt Iseul's warm gaze on her. “Stop moon eyeing me, Is.” She joked, and Iseul turned pink. “Grace, you’re the most stunning woman, how can I not?” She said teasingly, and Grace rolled her eyes but smiled.

Iseul then kissed Grace’s hand before leading her to the kitchen, where she'd set up two plates of blts, and some candles and flowers. "I know it's a bit simple." Iseul said, blushing. "No, I love it." Grace said. “I know you don’t eat regular bacon, so I got turkey bacon*.” Iseul said, and Grace smiled. Iseul pulled up the chair for Grace, who tried to sit down gracefully** in her long dress, before Iseul sat down. They chatted about work and Grace told Iseul about the new cat she'd adopted. "His name's Aloo, which means potato in Urdu, and it fits him because he's so round and fluffy and cute." Grace said, her dark brown eyes crinkling at the corner. "I'd love to meet him." Iseul said, smiling too, and adding. "Cats love me and I love them." Grace grinned and rolled her eyes. "You don't have to brag so much, Issy." She joked. They got up from the table and Iseul tried to take the plates away from Grace, who insisted on washing them. "Gracie, stop, I'll wash them." Iseul said, and Grace relented. She pulled Iseul in for a kiss, and then dipped her. Iseul let out an oh of surprise before holding onto Grace and kissing her back.

#ts4 #mysims #Grace Siddiqui #Iseul Kang #*Grace and her family don’t practice any specific religion but they still follow some rules like no pork no alcohol #**pun intended 😈😄

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paralyze-fic · 5 months

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Paralyze.

Chapter 73

Warning: smut.

There were a few days that went uneventful, some were hell, even as I was exhausted and dead tired I still had to practice the lyrics and the choreography, no matter if I was falling asleep standing, but whenever I had some spare time I would rehearse singing and dancing together, but other times it was quite amusing, especially because whenever I had a chance I would tease Katsuki about being adorable just because he reads shoujo manga. I did think that was cute, though.

Who would've thought, right...?

But because I already knew about it, there were times when I would walk in on Katsuki reading manga on his bed, sometimes blushing adorably at the cheesy stuff he was looking at. Even I found myself flustered every time I was hugging him from behind, reading with him.

But the manga might have given me some ideas for... future dates.

Now that I think about it... Katsuki and I never had a date, like, a real one. And I don't think going to his house to fight that first time or going to the school pool with Eijiro counted as dates.

Maybe after the Festival.

But right now the entire class was heading to Gym Gamma, about to rehearse for the last time, because yes, tomorrow was the Culture Festival. And I was anxious as fuck.

We practiced a couple of times, now and then stopping as Mina gave us more instructions about our dance, yet all she said to me was, "You're doing great, (M/n)! Keep it up!"

Something that made me feel calm yet nervous at the same time. I mean, what the even...?

"Okay, they're gonna close up soon! Let's hurry and go over it one last time!" Eijiro announced from his place, he was sitting on the floor in front of the stage, holding himself back with his hands. The rest of the stage team and Mina were there too.

The pink-skinned female clapped her hands to the rhythm of the choreography and the band was "playing" the instruments, of course, they didn't have them, so Katsuki didn't even try to fake it, something that made me laugh, but I focused back on humming the lyrics to myself, keeping up the rhythm while I danced awkwardly.

I heard Jiro complaining to Katsuki, asking him to not improvise tomorrow. I glanced back at him, chuckling at his angry expression. But I flinched when the door was suddenly opened and I saw Hound Dog standing there before he stared growling at us, yelling that it was almost nine and we had to leave.

The walk to the dorm was silent, and I decided to head to the shower on the first floor, usually, there were plenty of clean spare towels kept there so I just grabbed one and walked to the shower. I walked into the cubicle and undressed myself, taking a hot and well-deserved shower. I didn't take more than twenty minutes, and I dried myself whilst yawning every couple of minutes, I felt like I was going to pass out from exhaustion, so I quickly got dressed, washed the towel, hung it for it to dry and walked into the elevator, saying 'good night' to those that were still awake.

As soon as I walked off the elevator, a hand gripped my wrist and dragged me across the hall, through sleepy eyes I noticed that it was none other than Katsuki, and I had an idea of what he wanted to do tonight.

I didn't have time to complain because he pushed me inside his room and pinned me against the closed door, his hands reaching down to grab the waistband of my sweatpants and pulling it down along with my underwear.

"Ka-Katsuki, wait-," I saw him kneeling on the ground, staring up at me with a hungry look in his eyes. That made my blood rush south, and I felt my dick getting harder when I saw him licking his lips, lust clouding his sight.

"I've waited long enough... now stay still and let me suck you off, (M/n)." He stuck his tongue out, swirling it around the tip and pushing it against my slit before he wrapped his lips around it, sucking on it.

My breath hitched, and my mouth went dry, Katsuki looked up into my eyes before he took me completely into his mouth.

"Fuck..." a breathy groan left my throat as I grabbed a handful of his blond locks. "Katsuki, your mouth feels... amazing, fuck yes~," I tried to keep my hips from thrusting into his mouth, but it was hard when his tongue was licking around every single weak spot of my cock.

And the sucking... it was driving me crazy.

My teeth dug into my bottom lip, probably piercing the sensitive skin, but I was trying to contain my desire. I tilted my head back as a growl resonated in my chest when his sucking got faster. He was bobbing his head up and down, greedily swallowing my cock, moaning around it whenever the tip hit the back of his throat.

The pleasure got so intense that I had to cover my mouth with my hand, holding his head closer as I started to fuck his mouth.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum, Katsuki..." I whispered between ragged breaths, and he moaned again, continuing to suck my cock, "S-stop, baby... pl-please d-don't... fuck-ngh~." I could feel the pre-cum oozing out, and he lapped his tongue on my slit, struggling to gulp it down.

I pressed my palm harder against my mouth, struggling to keep my moans in as I could still hear some of our classmates awake on the lower floors. My voice came out muffled and quiet in a useless attempt to make Katsuki stop, but I didn't have any strength in me to even try to push him away.

"Fucking... fuck, baby... I'm g-gonna cum in your mouth, s-st-stop already... shit~." My eyes closed tightly for a moment, opening again as I tilted my head forward to stare at Katsuki, who had his eyes closed, moaning around my cock. I was able to catch sight of him playing with himself too.

He was jerking off while sucking my cock. Fuck, that's hot.

I moved my hand away from my face and held his head with both of my hands, holding him steady as I thrusted into his mouth, reaching the back of his throat. His crimson eyes snapped open, making eye contact with me and he just moaned as we looked at each other, the speed of his hand increasing as he continued to jerk off.

My hips started to feel tired, my thrusts getting sloppy and with one final thrust, I leaned away from the door and held Katsuki's head against me, the whole length of my dick inside his mouth as I came down his throat, releasing a growl when I felt him swallow the cum while I was still in his mouth.

Gasping for air, I pushed him away, observing him struggling to catch his breath while cum dripped out of the corners of his mouth. He stared at me, gasping and whimpering, standing up with shaky legs. Katsuki wrapped his arms around my neck and took advantage of how I was still leaning down to kiss me.

The taste of my cum in his mouth was kind of gross yet fucking hot, Katsuki was moaning in my mouth and pulling me back to his bed, he made me sit on it, pushing me back and getting on top of me without breaking our kiss.

When we finally pulled back, Katsuki started to lift my shirt, pulling it off my body and throwing it somewhere in the room. I tried to sit up, but his palms pressed down on my chest, making me stay down. He took off his own shirt, followed by his pants and underwear, grinding his hips down on my crotch. I bit the tip of my tongue, and moved my hands to hold his waist, trying to make him stop.

Katsuki just growled and held my wrists, pinning my arms by either side of my head. "Stay still." He said slowly, his breath hitting my lips. My dick twitched under him, and he felt it, the smirk showing on his face let me know.

Katsuki pressed our lips together as he let go of my arms and reached behind him, he groaned softly and I opened my eyes, trying to look at what he was doing. Only to see him holding a butt plug, covered in lube and dripping.

And just like he did with our clothes, he threw it somewhere, parting from the kiss and sitting straight, his hand holding himself on my abdomen. He reached under him, and aligned my cock with his stretched entrance, slowly sinking his weight down on it. A silent gasp left his mouth when he started to take me in, the tightness of his walls making me swallow as I held back a moan.

Katsuki began to rise and lower onto my cock, gasping for air desperately, trying to keep his own sounds to himself. I figured moving might be hard for him so that's why I held his hips and turned us around on the bed. He yelped in surprise, but soon let out a breathy moan, his arms and legs wrapping around my body, pulling me down closer to him, his face hiding in my neck.

His cries of pleasure as I thrusted deep and steady inside him were muffled against my skin, his teeth would sink in it at times, groaning out my name as I winced for the stinging pain his fangs caused me.

"(M/n)... go de-deeper, please..." he whispered in my ear and I angled my hips differently, holding him close by the waist as I left kisses on his shoulders and collarbone. My cock reached as deep as it could, each thrust hitting his prostate.

Katsuki was having a hard time keeping quiet, especially now that those who were still awake had finally decided to head to bed, so we had to remain quieter than before. So I lifted my head and slipped my tongue in his mouth, swallowing all of those sweet and lewd noises he was releasing.

I felt him tighten around me as his cum spurted from his slit and reached up to his chest. And I just realized I wasn't wearing a condom.

"Fuck, Katsuki... I have to p-pull out..." he whined and held me even tighter, preventing me from pulling away, "Love, please, I'm gonna cum..."

"It's not like... I'll get pregnant, (M/n)..." he muttered against my lips. "It'll make less of a mess..."

My jaw clenched as I felt how close I was to cumming, but I couldn't come inside of Katsuki. I held his arms and unwrapped them from my neck, straightening myself up and spreading his legs apart, forcing them to unwrap my hips.

I pulled out and I leaned down before he could complain again, reaching one hand in between us to hold our dicks together and stroking them at a steady pace. Katsuki was letting out muffled moans again, his back arching off the bed as he came a second time all over himself. The sight itself was so erotic... it drove me close to the edge, but not close enough.

"Fuck." I growled as I rubbed my dick faster now, but I just couldn't cum. That was when I felt a foreign hand wrapping around my throbbing cock, "Ka-Katsuki~," he scoffed, holding my face closer to his, and pressing our foreheads together.

"I told you to come inside... you didn't listen..."

He kissed me and our tongues rubbed against each other immediately, I closed my eyes and deepened our kiss. My groans were silenced by Katsuki's mouth and his hand felt almost as good as his mouth did, it was making me thrust my hips into his grip.

His thumb pressed on my slit, rubbing it slowly, and that made me bit his lips, growling as I came on his hand.

Gasping for air, I pulled away from our kiss, and I fixed my pants as I knelt on the bed, about to get up to get a wet towel to clean us up when my eyes opened, and I caught sight of Katsuki.

He was blushing, sweating, his hair was messy and sprawled over the pillow, while both of our cum mixed on top of his body.

The sight was way more lewd than it should've been...

Damn.

I swallowed and blinked a few times, standing up from the bed and walking to his bathroom.

"Be right back, puppy." He let out a low hum, and I took a step into the bathroom, grabbing a hand towel and wetting it a bit as I avoided thinking about that image Katsuki had just shown me of himself. "Forget it... or you'll get hard again."

I walked out and headed towards the ash-blond, sitting next to him and cleaning his body gently, he whined and looked away, hiding his face from me with his hands, and I couldn't help but smile at that. I leaned down and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

"I love you, Katsuki." He groaned and pushed my face away, making me chuckle at his attitude, "You want me to stay here tonight?"

He hummed with a silent nod, and I got up to grab some of my own clothes and some for Katsuki.

I helped him get dressed and I changed my clothes, leaving them on top of his desk chair and getting in the bed next to him, hugging him close to my body, and soon falling asleep.

#paralyze fic #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bakugou x male #bakugou x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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after-witch · 6 months

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Bright Lights [Chapter 4] [Small Spaces Sequel]

Title: Bright Lights [Chapter 4] [Small Spaces Sequel]

Synopsis: It's the morning of the field trip, and Sam is anxious about getting caught. Her grandpa Roger seems preoccupied by worries.

notes: so many "ayyyyy!! that's the thing from the thing!" moments here. Circus starts next chapter :)))

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On the morning of the field trip, Sam set her alarm early to make sure she got up before her mom thought about knocking on her door. That way, she wouldn’t have to worry about her mom sitting on the edge of her bed and attempting to smooth things over again. She’d tried that the last few days, and had only given up each morning after Sam would only mutter one-word answers and then say she had to get ready for school.

Today, however, Sam didn’t want to deal with the heavy feeling of guilt in her chest that came with the sad, pitiful look on her mom’s face in the mornings. She wanted to feel light and happy and yes, a little afraid, but in a way that made her feel giddy. Like she was walking a tightrope in her dreams or sneaking out past curfew.

It wasn’t so bad, was it? She was just going on a field trip. Maybe she could even tell her mom about it years later, and it’d be something they would laugh about. A confession far in the future over brunch. ‘Remember when you wouldn’t let me go on field trips? Well…’

For now, though, it was a secret. Top secret. She didn’t even tell her grandpa, and she told him most things. But he would definitely tell her mom. Not because he agreed with her being so overprotective, but because he thought talking it out was always a better solution than keeping secrets.

He just didn’t understand how weird her mom was about all this.

Sam sighed and pulled her hair into a ponytail, which she topped with a red and black Harley Quinn scrunchie Elisa had picked up online. Sam wanted to dress up ridiculously cute for the circus, but it might make her mom suspicious if she went from wearing whatever she could throw on quick enough for the past few days and suddenly came downstairs all glammed up.

So, her outfit was more laid back than she wanted it. A plain black dress with a light gray sweater underneath. The scrunchy was her compromise in terms of flashy, cute color. It was sort of circus-themed. Well, Harley Quinn themed, but that was close enough. Besides, it didn’t really matter what she wore to the circus. She was just excited--and scared--to go in the first place.

It would only be an hour or so, and she’d be on her way.

She glanced down at her phone to double check the time and saw a missed call from her dad. He called twice… at 3 AM. He must have forgotten about the time zone difference--again.

Her dad didn’t used to travel. But his new job made him go all over the place. He told her that once he got a promotion, he’d be able to pick one spot and settle down. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Would it mean getting shuffled in between her mom and dad’s all the time? Would her mom be mad if she wanted to have Christmas with her dad one year? Would her dad be mad if she decided to stay in Evansburg because of school and friends?

She wished they didn’t get divorced. I mean, most kids wished that, didn’t they? But they had been happy, before. It wasn’t like they’d fought all the time or anything. They both worked and took care of her. Sometimes her dad left dishes in the sink too long and sometimes her mom was reading a book when her dad was talking to her. But every couple had problems like that, right? They always apologized in the end. It wasn’t a big deal.

But then grandpa had his stroke and everything seemed to fall apart. Her parent’s marriage. Her life.

Sam chewed on the inside of her lip and shoved all those thoughts where she couldn’t reach them for a while. Today wasn’t a day to think about that.

Today was a day to go to the circus.

Breakfast was a quiet affair, even though grandpa Roger was up and about and had made Sam her favorite breakfast in the entire world: chocolate chip pancakes with homemade butter and a side of bacon and eggs.

“For extra protein,” Roger had said, giving Sam a smile when he plated up her dish.

She ate heartily, despite the knot in her stomach. It wasn’t a certainty if that awful little knot was tightening because of guilt, fear of getting caught, or a healthy dose of both. Although her desire to get out of the house as quickly as possible definitely helped speed her appetite along.

As soon as I get on that bus, I’ll stop feeling so worried, Sam thought. She’d sit by Elisa and Owen and they’d be all smiles because she, Samantha Adler, was finally going on a field trip with them. They’d get to the circus, have a great time, and get back to school with no one the wiser about what she’d done. She could make up with her mom after school and things would go back to normal.

Easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy.

When she was done with breakfast, Sam dropped her dishes in the sink and grabbed her backpack in a rush to get out the door.

“Sam?”

Sam froze. It was her grandpa, not her mom, who called out.

She turned, smiling. Grandpa Roger was standing in the entryway with an almost remote expression on his face. He looked worried. Or tired, maybe.

He held out her lunch bag. She didn’t always bring it, since her school had started serving free hot lunches, but she kept it in just in case she wanted to bring something in.

“You didn’t have to, grandpa,” she said. There was a little pang of guilt in her chest. He got up early to make her favorite breakfast and he packed her a lunch? He was probably trying to make her feel better because she wasn’t going to the circus.

Roger’s eyes looked far away as Sam took the lunch box. He rubbed his hands and Sam looked down to see him rubbing the scar in between his thumb and forefinger. Back-and-forth, back-and-forth It had always been there, but she didn’t know where it came from.

“Just felt like you might need something special today,” he said slowly.

Sam forced a smile and choked down her guilt. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Okay, grandpa. Thank you. I love you.”

She turned to leave–

“Sam.” This time, it was her mom, standing in the open doorway that led to the kitchen.

Sam looked at her mom for what felt like forever. Did her mom know? Maybe the teacher called to confirm and Sam was caught out.

But her mom just smiled, although her eyes weren’t in it, and it felt like an empty smile.

“Have a good day at school. We can talk when you get home, okay?”

Sam had the sudden, sweeping urge to run up to her mom and hug her until her ribs threatened to break. But then she remembered she was supposed to be mad at her mom about not going to the circus today, and she stopped herself.

She cleared her throat and pretended that she’d be stuck in school while everyone else was at the circus. A trick that Owen texted her last night, when she’d been panicking about accidentally giving away today’s plans. He said it’d make her sound more authentic.

“Yeah, whatever.” She saw a flash of hurt in grandpa Roger’s eyes and looked back at her mom with some genuine guilt. Her mouth felt dry, even though she’d drunk a whole glass of orange juice. Why was she being so mean? Her mom was unreasonable, but…

Sam muttered a goodbye to no one in particular she ran out the door with her lunchbox clenched between her fingers.

With each step down the stairs and down the sidewalk towards her school, she came closer to getting on the bus.

She came closer to going to the circus.

–

If Sam hadn’t forged her mom’s signature on the permission slip, she would have been heading to first period like every other day. But instead of going into the school, she made a beeline for the bus drop-off line and met up with Owen and Elisa.

Both of them broke into huge grins as soon as they saw her.

“Congratulations!” Elisa said, slapping Sam’s back. Elisa was wearing a pair of green overalls with a flannel shirt underneath. “I can’t believe you actually got away with it.”

Sam felt her face get hotter. “Shh!” She looked around, but no one seemed to hear. Everyone was either talking with their friends, making videos, or scrolling on their phone. “Don’t mess this up right before we get on the bus!”

Elisa laughed and zipped her lips with her fingers. “Sorry, sorry. But I’ve been waiting for this day for like, ever. Your first field trip! And it’s with both of us!” She linked her arm with Owen’s, and then linked her other with Sam’s.

She kept them like that, despite Sam and Owen protesting, until it was time to line up formally so that Mr. Wheeling could get a headcount as everyone went on the bus. Elisa was up, and she glanced at Sam and gave a thumb’s up before she got on. Owen didn’t look back–he was too busy yelling at Elisa to make sure she saved three seats, not two.

And then it was Sam’s turn.

Sweat dripped down the back of Sam’s neck. This was it. The moment of truth. Either she’d get on this bus and go to the circus or…

Mr. Wheeling’s eyebrows went up a little when Sam stepped up. But he flipped through his folder and tapped his pen on the permission slip that Sam had given him and smiled.

“Well, glad to have you with us, Sam. Owen and Elisa can fill you in on field trip etiquette.”

Sam laughed shortly, nervously, and climbed the stairs of the bus.

The bus was filled with chattering classmates. She gazed down the aisle until she saw Elisa frantically waving her hands in a dramatic fashion. Owen was sitting in the seat in front of Elisa,

“You’ll sit with me on the way and Owen on the back,” Elisa clarified. “We discussed this extremely important seating arrangement before you even got here today. And when we get to the circus, you’ll sit in the middle, so we can make sure no one tries to snatch you or something.”

“And of course we’ll stick together if we’re allowed to do things on our own,” Owen added. He had his hair down today and was wearing a t-shirt featuring Pennywise from IT and jeans. Sam reminded herself to point out her Harley Quinn scrunchie later; at least she wasn’t the only one wearing something vaguely circus themed.

“What if I want to sit with myself? Or do something alone?” Sam asked, suddenly.

Elisa’s eyebrows quirked up, and she waved her hands. “Don’t be silly. You always sit with one of us at school, and I’m not letting you run off by yourself. Anyway!”

Elisa and Owen began telling Sam about what to expect on the trip, but she admittedly wasn’t really paying attention. She was thinking about her mom. And her grandpa.

Oh yeah, she thought. The lunchbox . I wonder what he packed, she thought. Probably a sandwich or something else equally as delicious. Sandwiches were his go-to school lunch, but they were never boring like plain ol’ PB&Js or baloney. His sandwiches had handmade bread and home-roasted meats or homemade jams and specialty peanut butter.

She pulled the lunchbox out from her backpack, then paused. Strange. The front pouch of the lunchbox had a hard spot on it. Maybe an ice pack? She unzipped it and shoved her fingers inside.

But there wasn’t an ice pack. Instead, she pulled out her grandmother’s watch. Why on earth did grandpa Roger put that in her lunch box?

“Oh,” she blurted. “That’s weird.”

Owen and Elisa stopped talking.

“What’s weird?” He asked, peering over the back of the seat.

“My grandpa put my grandma’s watch in here.”

She held up the watch. It was an old fashioned thing, with all sorts of bells and whistles, even a compass. “It doesn’t even work.”

Elisa took it from Sam’s hand and poked at the buttons, but of course, nothing turned on. The watch had never worked, as far as Sam recalled. Her mom wore it sometimes. Like when her grandpa was in the hospital. It tended to appear on her mom's wrist when she seemed stress, which made sense to Sam.

“This was your grandma Zelda’s watch?” Elisa asked, handing it back to her.

Sam shook her head. “No, it was my mom’s mom’s. Grandpa’s first wife. She died when my mom was 10 or 11, I think.” For a moment, Sam thought about putting the watch on. Then she felt silly. It didn’t work, what would be the point? The watch fit easily back into the small pouch of the bag, and she zipped it up for safekeeping. Her mom would definitely lose her mind if anything happened to the watch.

“Maybe he didn’t want you to be late for class,” Elisa joked. Owen snorted. They both knew Sam was never late for class.

Owen turned around in his seat. Sam leaned up and saw what she expected: he was working on videos for his theater TikTok. She didn't know why he stuck himself in tech when what he really wanted to do was act. Maybe she could convince him to audition for the school musical in the spring.

For now, though, she wanted to find out what her grandpa had packed for her lunch. She opened up the main pouch of her bag and was delighted by what she found inside. There were two sandwiches labeled “Turkey” and “Salami,” a bag of her favorite crackers, three mandarin oranges, and a piece of homemade bread wrapped up in plastic. Yum.

She was about to zip the bag back up when she realized there was something stiff in the middle of the bag, shoved in between the two sandwiches. She thought it was a piece of cardboard at first, but then she pulled it out.

It was a book.

A thin book, with an old-fashioned cloth cover. There was nothing on the front but the title in gold letters that were so faded that it was a bit hard to read. But with some maneuvering in the light, she was able to make it out.

Small Spaces.

She opened the book to the first page. It was a copyright page, which said the book was printed in 1895.

“Woah,” she said. “This book is old. Really old. Why does my grandpa have this?”

“Why he put it in your bag is the better question,” added Elisa. But she didn’t seem to really care about the book. She was watching eagerly as Mr. Wheeling got on the bus and gave his usual spiel about no standing, no shouting, and no chewing gum on the way to the circus.

Sam flipped impatiently to a few pages in. It was written like a diary, and the language was a bit fancy. It reminded Sam of the Pride & Prejudice series they watched in Owen’s basement earlier that summer. “This is the good one,” he said, although neither Sam or Elisa knew what the “bad” Pride & Prejudice would be exactly.

As Sam read a bit on the page, she felt goosebumps creep up her arm. From the slight chill of the open windows, maybe. Or because the words were genuinely unnerving.

“There—the candle is guttering. Lights flicker, you know, when they are near. Sometimes I hope desperately that Jonathan is with them. That he has never left me at all. But mostly I hope he is safely dead, and that I will see him in the next world.

Because the alternative is so much worse.

God bless you, my dear. Even if this story seems strange, I beg you will read it. For my sake.”

Well that’s creepy, Sam thought. It didn’t seem like the sort of stuff that her grandpa usually read. Maybe it was her mom’s book. Or her grandma’s. That would make sense, if he was having some memory problems today, that he might pack her watch and book in a bag.

“And remember,” Mr. Wheeling finished his speech while holding up a finger in a mock-stern manner. “I will feed you to the circus animals if you embarrass me on this trip.”

The class let out a resounding, teasing jeer and Mr. Wheeling laughed before taking his seat behind the bus driver. Sam didn’t jeer, but smiled anyway. It was nice to finally get an idea of what other people did on field trips. Everyone seemed to be ready to have a good time. Even the teacher. It wasn’t like Mr. Wheeling was super mean or anything in class, but he seemed in a lighter mood than usual.

The school bus suddenly roared to life. The smell of engine exhaust sifted through a few of the open windows as the bus began to plod its way to the old fairgrounds, where a circus had been set up for all ages to enjoy.

Sam put the book back into the bag. Maybe she’d read a bit more on the way, but for now she wanted to enjoy the feeling of the autumn breeze, the faint scent of the bus engine, and the chatter of her classmates.

In less than half an hour, they would be at the circus. And she was going to have the time of her life.

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I Did Something Bad (NSFW)

This has been chilling in WIP for a long time, and I missed my Gwynriel babies.

So here is a shameless NSFW oneshot, a new installment in the Gwynriel and Her Highness Taylor Swift series.

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Gwyn’s shoulders were heaving with shuddering breaths as her fingers shakily tried to insert the key into the lock. She’d practically sprinted up the stairs, needing to see Azriel - to touch him and feel him and be sure that he was unharmed.

He’d called only minutes ago, telling her he’d be over to Nesta’s to pick her up in an hour or so. But she couldn’t wait. Not when the man she loved had just exacted a vigilante form of justice against her rapist and her sister’s murderer. The understanding that he would do such a thing for her…

The lock clicked and she burst inside, not bothering to grab the keys or close the door.

“Azriel!” In a moment of clarity she removed the keys from the doorknob and pushed the door shut, dropping the key ring into the bowl right inside the entrance. Her steps were slow and cautious as she moved in the direction of the bedroom. “Az?” she called. The air caught in her lungs when he appeared through the doorway.

He was shirtless, which was always a sight to behold. The dark, swirling ink of his tattoos on glorious display. His eyes were molten as she met his gaze, padding slowly toward the specimen of a man in front of her. The redhead stopped just out of arm’s reach, studying his high cheekbones and square jaw, all sharpened by the shadows of the night at odds with yellow lamplight. Dark speckles and splotches dotted his beautiful face, her eyes widening at the realization that it was blood.

Brendan’s blood.

“Gwyn,” Azriel whispered. He was unnaturally still, and she couldn’t understand why he was so tense. “I… I was going to clean up and come get you.”

She took a step forward, then another, then lifted her hand to his face, letting her fingers trace the constellations of blood splatter. They were like the freckles she wore, dusted over rosy cheeks.

“Gwyn?”

She launched herself into his arms, wrapping her own around the back of his neck as she kissed him with feral need, her legs wrapping around his waist. Her desire was raw, thrumming through her veins in a way she’d never felt before. She thrust her tongue against his lips, plunging forward when he opened for her. Azriel murmured her name in the brief breaths when their mouths separated, and she could feel his growing arousal even as he tried to slow her down.

“Gwyn, baby, if you don’t stop I’m going to fuck you while I’m still covered in that bastard’s blood.” She pulled back, eyes locking with dark liquid gold. His gaze penetrated deep into her soul, setting her body aflame. Her chin dipped, capturing his lips in a languid, suggestive caress.

“And what makes you think that’s not exactly what I want?”

The sound that he made was nearly animalistic as his hands found her ass, fingers digging into the swells of her cheeks as his tongue plunged into her mouth. It was wild and sensual and unhinged, and Gwyn was burning white hot with a primal desire that she might have felt ashamed of earlier in her life. To find this man - her man - so overwhelmingly sexy, splattered in the blood of a man that he’d killed for her. Because that man had dared to hurt her.

God, it was every romance reader’s wet dream.

Her long fingers wound into his hair, the softness at odds with all of his sharp angles and hard body. She knew nothing except for the grip of his hands, the demands of his tongue, the softness of his plundering lips.

And then she was falling, hair flying as she landed upon the cushioned pillow-top of his mattress, and when she looked up at him, his eyes were blazing. Their gaze burned over her body, and she thought she might combust. Gwyn knew she wasn’t dressed to impress - she’d truly gone to Nesta’s apartment in a tattered pair of pajama pants and a tank, too anxious about Azriel to concern herself with cute clothes and makeup. But he looked at her like she was clad in nothing more than scraps of lace, desire chiseling his features as he licked his lips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned as he leaned forward and hooked his calloused fingers in the waistband of those pjs. He pulled them off in one practiced pull, and she shimmied out of her tank, the cool air hardening her exposed nipples. Azriel removed her relatively plain, pink and white striped panties with the same impatience he’d shown with her pants - so very unlike the calm, poised man he usually was. Gwyn blinked up at him as his lips tilted into a devilish grin. “Fuck, I love your thighs.” Hooking his arms under her legs, he dragged her toward him until her ass was at the edge of the bed. “I could stay between them forever.”

She cried out his name when he dove into her, his mouth and tongue working furiously around her clit. He devoured her, licking and sucking and moaning against her sex. Every drag of his tongue made stars explode behind her eyes, and when he sucked that tiny, sensitive nub between his teeth she screamed, her core clenching as her legs trembled around his head. His chuckle was devious as it vibrated against her center, eliciting a lewd moan from her lips as she writhed through her climax.

“So wet and responsive for me, Gwyneth,” he purred, and she could barely make out the sinful tilt of his lips through her pleasured haze, as his thumb ghosted over that bundle of nerves, making her jump. “So sensitive, too. You seem to be wound a bit tight tonight.” His thumb flicked over her clit again, the faintest touch of a callous against her burning flesh, and her breath caught. And still Azriel didn’t release her from his lustful stare.

“It’s been… a stressful… night,” she managed to explain between gasps as he teased her, though he hadn’t really asked a question, had he? Gwyn felt as if she would melt into a puddle at his hands, under his gaze. She was completely at his mercy, and she reveled in the power of the trust that he had earned.

“Is that so?” He mused as his thumb now dragged lazily back and forth, her irritation from his casual tone overwhelmed by the sensation of his attention. She only nodded frantically with a huff as his ministrations grew slowly more intense. “Were you worried about me, baby?”

“Yes!” She cried, her hips jerking against Azriel’s iron hold. Her body arched, eyes squeezing shut as her panting became more desperate. And when she felt two long fingers slide into her she clutched at the sheets as if she thought she might float away. “Azriel! Oh god!”

“I’m sorry for making you worry. I suppose it’s only fair that I make it up to you.”

But Gwyn could barely comprehend his words as he began pistoning his fingers inside her, rough fingertips curling deliciously inside her as the butt of his palm pressed against her clit. All she knew was the pumping inside her, the way her abs clenched and her legs trembled.

“Cum for me, baby.”

And she was undone, the quaking of her legs spreading throughout her entire body as her core clenched around his fingers. Fingers that kept pumping as she wailed, pulling every last moment of earth-shattering release from her that she could bear. Gwyn’s eyes fluttered open when he freed her thighs from his grip, and they fell languidly over the edge of the bed as he stood and quickly removed his slacks and underwear, his erection bobbing free. Her lips tilted in a grin, managing an approving hmm. The rough pads of his fingers trailed up her thighs, and she sighed contentedly as she felt his lips just under her navel, blazing a path up her stomach and lighting her nerves aflame yet again.

Her eyes snapped open as he gripped her hard by her hips and practically tossed her into a better position on the bed, her legs splaying lazily, not yet recovered from her earlier orgasms. Azriel’s expression told a story of love and passion and need, his hungry gaze fixed on her as he grinned softly and crawled over her prone form. His strong arms caged her in, a comforting trap, and he leaned down to capture her lips in a sinful, drawn-out kiss.

“I told you everything would be alright, Gwyn. That I wouldn’t do it if I weren’t positive that I would return to you,” he murmured, pushing hair away from her face, and she felt tears prickling her eyes.

“I know, but I couldn’t help it,” she answered, placing a palm to his blood spattered cheek. Her hand nearly glowed against his caramel skin. “When the hero goes off to fight the villain, it’s hard not to worry.” Azriel’s gaze softened, and he turned his chin to press his lips against her palm, earning a beaming smile.

“Well, sweet damsel, you needn’t worry. The monster has been slain, and now we get to live happily ever after.”

He kissed her again, his tongue pushing through her lips as he entered her. With their fevered foreplay, the carnal desire she’d practically attacked him with, she hadn’t expected things to turn so gentle and patient. But as he thrust into her, slowly and deliciously deep as their lips and tongues tangled and tussled, she could only feel grateful that it was him who had buried himself so deeply into her heart and soul. That she had found a man so unwaveringly understanding and compassionate and loving. Who had taken on the task of earning her trust and treated it like an honor instead of a burden.

“I love you, Azriel,” she breathed as they separated for air, and he leaned his forehead against hers as he buried himself in her again and again and again.

“You are my everything, Gwyneth Berdara. I love you so fucking much.” Azriel reared back, now sitting on his knees, and began to thrust into her faster. Gwyn’s rhythmic gasps grew into moans and pleas as his pace quickened, and she yelped when his thumb moved to circle her clit.

“Oh, fuck, Az!” she cried, eyes clouding as she clutched at anything she could reach.

“That’s it, baby,” he seemed to growl straight from his chest. “You gonna cum for me?”

The writhing redhead could only manage a whimpered affirmative, but when he ground his thumb into the sensitive bud she screamed, her whole body spasming as her core clenched around him. As she tipped over the edge, though, he did not let up, and her voice cracked as her lungs struggled to breathe with his finger still furiously rubbing as he pounded into her.

“Fuck yes, Gwyn, that’s it. Just a little more. I know you can take it.” Azriel groaned as his pace became erratic and uncontrolled, squeezing every last drop of her ecstasy from her spent body as he found his release. His bellow joined her frantic cries as her muscles tremored with the intensity of her extended orgasm, and even when he had pulled out of her and curled her body into him, she was trembling. He whispered something beyond her comprehension and kissed her brow before leaving the bed, her confusion only lasting until he returned with a warm washcloth and ran it over her tender flesh.

Gwyn was fading fast, her body sated and very clearly absent of the adrenaline that she’d had when she’d sprinted up the stairs to get to him. But when his arms wrapped around her middle from behind, she turned and trailed her fingers up his chest before tangling in the soft curls at his nape.

“My hero,” she murmured sleepily. But he responded with devious, knowing smirk. “Oh, God, what?” Gwyn groaned, almost afraid to ask.

“I stabbed him in the dick,” he answered. Nonchalant. As if it was just a normal fucking Tuesday evening. She stared at him, calling his bluff, even though she knew there was no lie to be found.

Then she burst out laughing.

“Well, alright then,” she shrugged, snuggling into his chest. “We like the morally gray ones better, anyway.”

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just-an-old-blog · 2 years

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October Fanfic Rec Prompts (Tales Edition)

So, as it says on the can this is a weekly prompt list originally made by @piratejenna encouraging people to rec their favorite fanfic and authors.

I decided to spilt this post into two, one post for Tales recs and another for all my other fandoms but anyway, while it's a bit late Week 1 was:

“Fics you’ve read more times than you can count”

“Fics you’ve stayed up reading later than you should have.”

This is in no way a complete list and it’s only the first round of recs!

Mentioned Fandoms: Tales of Berseria, Vesperia, and Abyss. Touhou Project, Fire Emblem and Legend of Zelda.

Fanfic Recs:

Tales of Berseria:

The Crowd by vandesdelca: A flash fic that revolves around the overlooked NPC of Percival while painting an early game scene in a completely new light. I found myself repeatedly coming back to this fic because as mentioned it gave me a whole new perspective for the character of Percival as well as the impact the protagonist Velvet has on the cast around her even if she isn’t aware of it. For a fic with such a short word count it’s very thought provoking

Demons Never Sleep by XiroPaine: A Velvet/Eleanor fic that takes place after a very overlooked event in the game that tethers right before several heavy hitting plot points in the game and foreshadows what’s to come. As for the fic itself, it tackles Velvet’s insomnia as well as the disregard she has for herself while also showcasing Eleanor’s caring nature and how she can flip flop between not handling stressful situations well and having to put her foot down for Velvet’s sake. It’s a very insightful look into both characters and where they were at in the story plus it has some genuinely touching moments.

Chicken Crisis by Kyumika: Another Velvet/Eleanor fic and you know what if we’re talking about fics that I’ve come back to more times then I can count then this zany little piece about Eleanor being transformed into a literal chicken. A classic tale for the ages to come. Well it’s obviously hilarious, all the characters are written marvelously IC, especially Velvet who is pretending not to care about Eleanor’s little problem. Magilou actually being bewildered for once was a joy to see as well. Truly this was an out and out pleasure to read.

Tales of Vesperia:

Have You Met His Highness? by daphnerunning: I won’t actually get into what this fic is about because I think it ruin the experience for first time readers but this revolves around a HC for Ioder and Flynn. The slow revelation of this theory and how Flynn’s perspective is completely changed upon reading it a second time definitely makes it worth checking out. It’s a very intriguing read.

Embodiment of Elegance by melodiesofrigel: This is just a really cute fic about Rita getting anxious to see Estelle at a royal ball post-canon and Judith decides trying to dress her up might help (spoilers: she really just wants to screw with poor Rita lol). Judith and Rita played off each other so well in this fic like a pair of feuding sisters and the resolution was nothing short of adorable. Just a really nice “if you’re having a bad day fic”. Also in all seriousness because this fic is post-canon there are blatant references to endgame Vesperia spoilers.

Atop the Silent Mountain by Underwaternature: Another post-game spoiler ridden fic only this time it’s a Judith-centric character study. It paints a very melancholic atmosphere as Judith introspects on her relationship with Ba’ul, her fellow Krityans and how she feels about the events of her past in general. There’s definitely a distinct twinge of hope in it though and it’s something I come back when I want to see content that examines Judith and her complicated relationship with her own species.

Tales of Abyss:

Journey by vandesdelca (again lol): So, what stands out to me in this fic and the reason why I continue to return to it is it’s uniqueness, particularly the setting. This is a LukeTear Backrooms AU, yep, those backrooms. As mentioned the setting is quite unconventional but served to be perfect for rotating between several different situations which all bring out different aspects in the characters and emotions in the readers. Sometimes it felt a little eerie, sometimes it was quite sweet, and other times it really got into the characters’ psyches, especially Tear. I would definitely recommend this fic for fans of what I would personally consider to be psychological drama.

Stay with Me by @bibliophileemily: A fic about the relationship between Largo and his wife before uhhh…spoilers…still, it’s actually quite sweet and it was nice seeing their relationship fleshed out and the letter format added a special something to it. I definitely liked how this filled in for some missing gaps in Largo’s backstory and personally speaking it really made him feel more believable as a person to me which is why I always return to it when I want some Largo content.

Missing from You by lucifaron: This is the longest recommendation on this list with a total word count of 16.5k spread across 7 chapters. A post-canon mostly Tear-centric fic where she alongside Guy grapple with settling into a new world which is still plagued with issues and doubts about whether the Luke that stands before them is the same Luke they went on their journey with. A lot of confusing feelings and complicated relationships ensue. This fic is layered in multiple different ways from the character’s introspections on how much the events of Abyss changed them to confronting some the lingering political issues like Replica abuse. It's ultimately that complexity that has me returning to this fic time and time again as it truly offers a three-dimensional experience with every new chapter.

Crossovers:

Burn Your Doubts and Fly by Scarfinator: A Mileena Weiss x Velvet Crowe offering which is basically like putting the two biggest magnets for w/w ships in the Tales fandom together and watching them make an atomic bomb of femslash. The fic itself references several canon events and presents the idea that Mileena’s true feelings about them may have been more than meets the eye. It all culminates one night when...read for yourself. I liked the conclusion to this story and Mileena just accepting that hey, Velvet is hot and huggable and she wants a piece lol. It's a really endearing fic that I highly recommend if you are into crossover pairings.

Phew! That's a lot of fics but more recs to come soon!

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theunrealinsomniac · 2 years

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Could you give me some Saiino headcanons

Yay, now I get to flesh out Sai lol. Love that.

This is another one like KibaHina and ShikaTema. As Sai has only briefly appeared in the Uni!AU I don't have headcanons for them there.

So two Canon!AU and one Wedding!AU headcanon coming up!

Canon!AU #1: Sai's artistry was one of the main things that pulled Ino in. 'A deep and artistic soul must live beneath the quiet and very blunt exterior!' was her thinking and to her credit? She wasn't entirely wrong.

Sai has understandable difficulties opening up, not because he doesn't want to but because he just doesn't really know how. But what he can do is draw.

And after he spends any time with Ino, he is instantly in his sketchbook drawing her. Sometimes it's even while he's with her, and he just rushes off because the emotions he's feeling are too big and he has to draw them to get them out.

It upsets Ino at first, thinking that she's chosen wrong again and this guy who she really liked, didn't just think was hot but wanted to be in a relationship with, was repulsed by her.

Only for Sai to appear at her work one day and present her with a notebook filled with beautiful drawings of her. From all kinds of angles and in all kinds of moods. It left her speechless.

When she got to the last page there was a giant splash page of Sai and Ino on what was clearly a date.

And that is how Sai first asked Ino out.

Canon!AU #2: To say Sai was anxious to meet Ino's parents was an understatement.

People were confusing and regularly antagonistic to his questions at the best of times. And everything he'd read about meeting your girlfriend's parents, especially their dads ...

Well let's just say he wasn't expecting to walk out of dinner alive.

And Inoichi was not best pleased to see his daughter dating someone who looked like a knock-off of Sasuke and had all the personality of a plank of wood.

But despite Sai's fears, all it took for Ino's dad to warm to the strange, quiet and accidentally rude man, was the way he was with Ino.

Any parent will tell you, that the main thing they want from their children's partners is that they treat them right. And Sai treated Ino like she was the most precious thing on the planet.

Exactly what any father wants to see for his baby girl.

Wedding!AU: Sai and Ino met at a speed dating night at a local community centre.

Ino was there to get an ego boost by seeing how many good looking men she could get to forget how to talk by just smiling at them, and a couple women too if she was lucky, and Sai was there on a maligned research trip on how to socialise with strangers.

They got paired together by the third ring of a bell and while Ino had definitely gotten a solid ego boost off all of the people she'd paired with before and after Sai ...

None of their numbers got saved in her phone. And no one got a phone call the next day.

No one but Sai, who for the entire time they'd had together, had done nothing but rabbit on about every minutely interesting thing he'd read that day online. And when he wasn't talking, he was listening to every single word she said. She could tell by the way his eyes never left her face.

He was intriguing. He hadn't stared down the very low cut dress she'd worn, he didn't try a pick up line or even try and cop a feel when she 'accidentally' fell against him when they crossed paths during any of the switches for the rest of the night.

He was cute and so very different from every sex obsessed, alpha dudebro who she usually found herself on dates with nowadays. And while those guys might be okay for a roll in the hay, when they could actually match their boasting, she found that when she left Sai's company, she couldn't wait to get back to him.

Just to bask in his wonder at the world around him. He made the world brighter by just loving being in it.

Thanks for asking!

#ask theunrealinsomniac #naruto #saiino #sai #ino yamanaka #headcanons #naruto headcanons #saiino headcanons

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pbandjesse · 1 year

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I had a really excellent day off. And I tried really hard to not let my brain gaslight me into feeling bad for not being productive. Because in reality I was productive!

I slept okay. My back was cold and I woke up a few times. I stayed in bed a little longer then I was planning. I had split my toenail in half yesterday and I had tried to use nail polish to keep it together but as I was laying there I got it caught on my blanket and it hurt really bad!! So I did get up and deal with that. And then went to get dressed.

And I felt like a pretty princess today. I am loving the necklace stack. This new dress is excellent and flowy. James made me an omelette for breakfast. Things were good.

I would have my Google call with Alexi at 10. So I spent the hour hanging out on the couch with James. Then I I got everything together to set up in our bedroom to get on the call.

I was getting very anxious and my laptop decided that it can no longer support Google calls and will not update so I had to do it on my tablet and I found that James said unplugged my tablet and I was very upset about it. And then like 9:59 vacuuming in the next room and I was like dude what are you doing not the time. I was very upset. But I had to let it go and they went for a bike ride and then Alexi was on the call.

And it was a really good call. I don't have an official offer or anything like that but she said that she'll have numbers worked out by Friday. She gave me an offer I gave her an offer back. And we talked about the responsibilities and the ways that would break down and how it's a grant position so it might only last a year and she was wondering if I would be okay afterwards if they didn't get another brand and just working with the other programs and stuff. And I was like yeah no totally absolutely understandable and we talked about having flexible days but still being full-time. And I just feel really good about all of it. I did ask for a little less than I had originally wanted but it was still more that I make now. So I would be basically doubling my regular paycheck. And that just is really cool. I can finally get some savings and put me and James in a better position.

Drive for yelling at them and they were on there very long bike ride so I just chilled in bed. I just enjoyed a few hours with the sun coming in the room and watching videos and it's so nice. No expectations on me at all.

When James got home they went and got cleaned up and we would spend some time laying around together and eventually I would go into the studio to do some sewing. I got a shirt in the mail that looked really cute in pictures but it's not flattering so I changed the neckline and the sleeves and I love it so much more now. I'll probably wear it next week. And I was just feeling very good. I would collect all of my stuff for going away this weekend my parents house and making sure I had justice thing and a couple things that I wanted to bring back there. Specifically flavored syrups for the sodaStream for my dad. And then I just spent some time in bed with Sweetp. And I painted my nails and I think they look really nice.

James asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. And I didn't but I knew that I would feel better if I did. So I said okay and I fixed my makeup and put on shoes and we went for a nice walk around then it cried. And it was a beautiful day. I really felt good walking around. I really love the temperature right now and we talked a lot about how if this is about the high of temperatures while we're in Alaska what clothes and shoes we might need to bring and how we're going to probably do a test pack soon and how our trip is coming up really soon I'm really excited about it. I really can't wait. And it was nice just walking all around with James and enjoying the nice weather.

When we got back James made you text Max for dinner. I had a quesadilla and they had a burrito. And we chilled on the couch for a while. And eventually James went to go watch baseball stuff and I refilled the fish tanks and went to work in the studio for a bit.

I don't want to abandon my resin pins. But the last couple batches just will not set properly and I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I think I need a new measuring tool because it's one to one it shouldn't be this difficult. And honestly I probably should wearing gloves because it's really messing up my skin. But I worked in there for a while and then I decided to practice on my darning loom because I'm going to have that visible mending workshop in April and I want to be able to show how to use that properly and do it with a darning egg or hoop as well. And my practice really is working out well and I'm pretty much getting consistent lines now which is nice and finishing it better than I used to. Just got to keep practicing.

Eventually I would take a shower and me and sweetp have been laying in bed for a while. I think I'm going to go brush my teeth and get ready for bed now.

I'm at Campbell day tomorrow for an adventure program. I'm doing ground elements and I'm looking forward to it. And it's supposed to be another beautiful day so let's hope that the weather is nice and I have a lot of fun with the 5th graders. Good night everyone. Be safe.

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petitelepus · 2 years

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Hi! I couldn't find your rules so I hope everything is alright!

I would like to request a match-up please

My name is Daisy Lafleur (please no joke on my name I'm a bit tired of them) I'm 18 (I'm turning 19 in 5 days) , 4'11, she/her, I'm skinny I was the kid and still is the one that you can use 2 fingers to make the whole way around my wrist, I get sick really easy

I have long blond natural hairs but I dye them a pastel pink and wear them as 2 ponytails, I have blue eyes, I'm INFJ, I love philosophy, theater and reading. My fashion style is Lolita I mostly dress like @miladeblois on tiktok she is my favorite.

My love language is physical touch I'm very clingy with the people I like, the tip of my noise is always a bit red even when I don't put any makeup

People think I'm like a child because of how small I am and how I dress but I'm still an adult with my responsibilities and I take them seriously I'm not some 100% pure being even though I don't understand most of THESE jokes, I work at a daycare and I love the kids I want to be a mom one day

I'm also really shy and it's annoying when people think I'm doing it for attention when it's just how I am, theater help me with my anxiety because I like it so much

I have 4 older brothers that can be a bit much overprotective but they are still my brothers and I love them!

I always bring a cat plushie with me because my bf put his parfum on it and it helps me calm down in social events and that's all!

Thank you! I hope you have a good day 😊💕

I match you with Rook Hunt!

Oh, his sweet petite Princesse! Rook wouldn't even dream of making fun of your name or remarkable size. You're his little Princess and he has sworn to treat and love you as one.

Based on what you've told me you're a heroine. You have high morals and know wrong from right and you aren't afraid to get your hands dirty if it means that justice will prevail. You could say that helping others is your true vocation.

Rook admires all these beautiful qualities you have and he would never change a thing in you. He encourages you to be yourself because you are kind, and noble, and did he already mention beautiful?

Your style is just to die for! You really hit the spot on with your dresses and their styles and colors! Your way of doing your dresses and hair really reminds him how sweet you are.

Rook knows to honor your wishes to be treated as a grown-up because you are one, just like him.

Careful, Rook is a hugger. Tell him you like physical shows of affection and he feels like his heart could burst! He immediately asks your permission to touch you! Not in an inappropriate style, he is a gentleman, but with pure and genuine love... And slight obsession.

You might be having a break in the middle of the school's classes when Rook suddenly appears from out of thin air and picks you up so he can twirl you around while praising you and telling you how he missed you.

"Rook, we just ate dinner together an hour ago."

"Love knows no boundaries or time!"

If you ever got sick Rook would be there ready to treat you and help you turn healthy again. It's also a great reason to spend more time with you so he can worship and spoil you rotten.

He also insists on hugging you, claiming that it makes your heal faster if he absorbs some of your sicknesses. DumDum ends up getting sick and has to have you take care of him. Still, worth all the hugs and attention you were giving to him.

You said you wanted kids of your own? Well, Rook can certainly see the appeal. Babies are so innocent and children cute and if you and he made kids, they would no doubt be as gorgeous as their mother and charming as their father.

If you're happening to be in a bashful mood or otherwise feeling a little anxious around Rook then he will more than happily let you cling to him as if he was your precious cat plushie. The thought of you trusting him so much makes him so happy.

Rook isn't scared of your brothers. If they are related to you then they must be just as kind and gorgeous as you are. If the pretty words have no effect on them then Rook proceeds to tell them how much he loves you and promises to keep you safe.

He knows and understands that your brothers only mean good and what's best for you, but Rook asks them to have a little faith in him also. As your partner, it's his honor to serve and love you.

Later on, when it's just the two of you, you might ask if he meant all those sweet things he said about loving and cherishing you. Rook smiled as he gently took your hand in his and placed it over his clothed chest so you could feel how his heart beat for you.

He meant every word.

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY, I HOPE YOU HAD FUN!

#matchup #twisted wonderland matchup #twisted wonderland #rook hunt #twst #daisylittlebutterfly #I'm sorry it took this long!

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doggoldchains · 2 years

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Is it a good idea to let your dog wear a gold chain?

Introduction

Are you the type of dog owner who likes to dress up their pet? If so, you might be wondering about whether or not dogs can wear jewelry. After all, a lot of people think it's cute to see animals with colorful bows on their heads or sparkly collars around their necks. But what about adding some bling with a gold chain? Can dogs safely wear jewelry like this? Well, there are advantages and disadvantages to putting a chain on your dog. Let's take a look at both sides:

Lots of dog owners love dressing their dogs up.

Lots of dog owners love dressing their dogs up. You can find videos on YouTube of dogs wearing clothes, and you can see them in stores all over the place—for example, there are even costumes for your pet pig!

Dogs are like children in that they love to play dress-up and wear cute little outfits. It's not just because it makes them look adorable, though: Dogs enjoy wearing clothes because they feel more secure when they're covered up. Wearing a hat or jewelry also helps them feel more confident while out in public (especially if you have a timid dog).

Many pet owners are also jewelry enthusiasts.

Many pet owners are also jewelry enthusiasts. They love the idea of dressing up their pets the same way they dress themselves and they like to show them off in public.

If you're one of these people, then you may think that your dog would look good wearing a gold chain collar or even just a plain old gold dog tag hanging from his neck.

If your dog is calm and happy with the chain on, it probably doesn't hurt them.

If your dog is calm, happy and unbothered by the chain, then it probably won't harm them. If your dog does not seem happy or if they are in any way anxious or panicked when wearing the chain, then you should remove it immediately.

If you're still unsure about whether to let your dog wear a gold chain, ask yourself: would I be comfortable wearing this around my neck? If so, great! Go ahead and give them one as well.

Chains can be heavier than you'd think.

There are plenty of reasons why you might think a chain is a good idea for your dog. You might want them to look fancy, or maybe you just like the way they look. But there are also plenty of reasons why you shouldn't let your furry friend wear one. The first is that some chains can be heavy enough to cause injury or harm. If the chain is too heavy, it could pull down on the dog's neck, causing injury and pain—and that goes double if it's made out of metal!

Another reason not to let your pup wear a chain is because they could injure themselves while playing with it or trying to get rid of it by chewing off pieces at a time (which can happen). Also keep in mind that many dogs love playing with toys made from things like rawhide or rubber balls: neither material would be safe if swallowed whole by an animal with sharp teeth and an insatiable hunger for destruction.

Some dogs might not like the feel of a chain.

It's important to note that some dogs might not like the feel of a chain. If your dog is one of them, don't put the chain on them. This can be difficult if you're used to wearing a certain type of jewelry or have made it a habit over time, but sometimes it's better not to fight nature. The same goes for cats: If your cat is agitated by your jewelry, don't wear it around him or her!

Of course, if your dog does enjoy being dressed in costume and decorations (and has no adverse reactions), then by all means go ahead and adorn him with all sorts of chains and necklaces—just make sure they're secure enough so that his collar doesn't get tangled up in any knots as he moves around (or gets rambunctious).

Some dogs are known for swallowing things.

Some dogs are known for swallowing things, with a history of eating things they shouldn't. If your dog fits into this category, it's important to be aware of what can happen if he or she swallows something while wearing the chain.

If your dog has ever swallowed objects, you should think twice about letting him wear a gold chain. This is especially true if he has a history of eating items that aren't meant for dogs—belts and shoes are common culprits here. Additionally, if your dog has ever been ill or symptomatic of an illness that could cause vomiting (like parvovirus), then it may not be safe to let them wear any kind of jewelry while they're recovering from their illness.

Allergies and skin issues could be worsened by a metallic chain.

While it might seem like a fun accessory for your dog, a gold chain could actually cause health problems. If your dog has allergies, he may be allergic to the metal in the chain, as well as its dyes. Even if your dog doesn't have an allergy to gold, there are still ways that wearing a chain can cause skin issues.

If you're concerned about how long-term use of a gold chain might affect your pet's health, it's best to avoid this kind of accessory and talk with your veterinarian before making any decisions.

Don't put a chain on your dog if you think it will bother them, or if they're likely to chew on it or swallow it.

If you notice that your dog is stressed or upset at the thought of wearing a chain, it's probably not a good idea to put one on them. Similarly, if they're likely to chew on their chain or swallow it—or if they have a history of eating things they shouldn't—you should hold off as well.

It's important to remember that the right gold chain for your pooch will depend entirely on their personality and needs, so don't go with something just because other dogs are wearing them; instead, use your best judgment about what type of material would be most comfortable for your pet. If in doubt about whether or not your dog can tolerate wearing jewelry at all (or if you simply want more information), consult with a veterinarian who specializes in veterinary behavior before making any decisions yourself!

Conclusion

If your dog is calm and happy with the chain on, it probably doesn't hurt them. But if you think they'll chew on it or swallow it, it's probably not a good idea to put one on your dog. Instead, try looking for an alternative way to show off your love of bling!

🐕🐶 I'm a pet lover, living in Gadsden, Alabama. My goal is to make a positive difference in the world. I talk about my pets and doing good things for others. For more information visit: https://www.doggoldchain.com/

#dog gold chain #dog gold chains

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cayennecrush · 6 years

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Hi! I just wanted to say that I absolutely adore your artwork; the colours, the expressions, just amazing! it makes me so much more confident about drawing and writing my own large and powerful women in a manner that isn't apologetic for wanting to depict them! Thank-you! Just curious though; does your Jasper ever worry about her pudge? I hope not because she's beautiful!

AAAHH!!! thank you so so much omg!!!! ;;; that makes me super happy!! ♡♡♡

AND NO WAY haha she knows shes got that Perfect Quartz Bod B^)

lol i think she’s probably less worried about pudge/her particular shape since she knows that part is perfect but be more self conscious about other things? pudge is quite necessary for that good healthy padding and strength u feel me

#jasper #steven universe #docsyonide #ask #thank you again though ahhh ;;;; your compliments are SO sweet and just!!!!#make me so so so happy!!!! seriously!#and if i can offer inspiration thats just like 8000 times even COOLER #but yeah hah jasper is totally okay w/ her body shape #she knows she came out ideal #i think shes probably more self conscious about like... her general Bigness #and not really ''fitting'' into/doing things she wasnt made for?#so like. she sees her body and goes yes this is the perfect soldier body #but if she wanted to dress cute she might feel anxious because she was made perfect to FIGHT #not to be cute and fluffy #so in some ways she just doesnt realize her beauty expands to things other than being a soldier/fghting #i hope that makes sense lksdfjldsf

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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The Summer Before College | Marcus Moreno x reader

summary: just because you got some good scholarships doesn't mean you couldn’t use some extra cash. luckily, babysitting for a family friend has been a steady side gig for you. rule number one of babysitting: don't let your wandering eye rest for too long on the hot single dad.

word count: 4.7k

warnings: smut (dub con elements? but she’s into it lol don’t worry), age gap (he’s 40-something, reader’s 18/19), loss of virginity, pussy spanking (like, once), lots of petnames and ‘good girl’s, not a dark fic but kinda pushing it, not explicitly dad's best friend trope but it has that energy and I've decided that he is in fact friends with the reader's dad

a/n: this has basically nothing to do with the movie. he’s just a hot dad. don’t overthink it.

You knew the walk to the Moreno's by now: down two blocks from your house, take a right at San Vicente, a left on Birch, a few houses down and you're there. With your full backpack weighing on your shoulders it felt longer than usual, but you made it anyways and knocked on the front door.

"It's open!" a voice called from inside, and you turned the knob and swung the door open.

You almost regretted wearing your tiniest jean shorts, from the way Mr. Moreno did a double take when you walked in. But hey, it was the middle of summer and he would never look at you like that— you were just his daughter's babysitter, ever since you were sixteen; he was probably just surprised to see that you were wearing something other than your school uniform. Maybe some part of you wished he would look at you like that…

Missy called your name, tearing you from your thoughts, jumping up when she saw you and beaming as she rushed to give you a hug. "Hey!" you greeted in return.

“Thanks again for doing this,” Mr. Moreno nodded in your general direction, apparently already dressed for whatever it was he had to do, slipping on his jacket from where it hung on a hook by the door. "She's already had dinner, so just homework and bedtime," he explained to you as you nodded dutifully.

"Bedtime? Dad, I'm not a little kid anymore," Missy rolled her eyes.

"Okay, you're a big kid and you need to be asleep by 10. It's a school night."

She huffed but didn't protest, and you joined her on the couch because she wanted to show you some drawings she’d done earlier that day. "Bye, Dad!" Missy waved when he left, and he turned back quickly to blow a kiss in her direction.

Once you helped her finish her homework (frankly, you didn't have to do that much— she's a smart kid), the two of you enjoyed some video games before you finally got her to start getting ready for bed.

It was cute how confident Missy was that she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, only for her to be snoring within five minutes of her head hitting the pillow. You were envious of how easily she could sleep; you could kill an hour just tossing and turning and readjusting your blanket. But that wasn’t going to be your problem tonight: you weren’t going to sleep yet, until the man of the house returned, meaning all you had to do was wait.

Even in summer, having already graduated, you had plenty of work to do while you waited for Mr. Moreno. Knowing what classes you had in the fall, you bought your textbooks a bit early and planned on reading them all before the semester began. You’d already gotten through Philosophy Through the Ages and now you continued from where you left off in the middle of Introductory Physics.

What surprised you was that you had time to finish that one, too. You had anticipated that Mr. Moreno would be back before you made it to the module on fluid dynamics, but you reached the index at a quarter past midnight and he was still gone. You shrugged and picked up the next one— A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry— hoping he was alright and that he’d be back soon.

You had to make yourself some coffee when 1 a.m. rolled around; tired, anxious, and distracted, you realized this was probably not the best state to be attempting to study in, but you didn’t feel like you had a choice. You didn’t want to fall asleep here, you’d promised to watch Missy and you couldn’t exactly do that while asleep… plus, he would probably be back any minute now. Sure, you’d been saying that to yourself for nearly an hour and a half now, but it was more true than ever.

It was another hour and a half, though, until his car pulled into the driveway and he pushed through the front door, prompting you to set aside your textbook.

“Good evening,” you greeted, standing up. He looked a little disheveled— but it worked for him, with that curly hair all messed up in just the right way. Maybe it was just that it was late or that it was the rare time you saw him without Missy around, but there was a darkness about him now, not sinister so much as just purely intimidating. It was like you hadn’t really taken him seriously before, and now you were appreciating that you should have.

“She’s asleep?” he assumed, glancing over to the hallway which his daughter’s bedroom was positioned at the end of before slipping his jacket off and hanging it by the door.

“It’s half past two, so… I really hope so,” you chuckled.

“Shit, is it that late already?” he groaned, glancing at his watch.

“Did you not notice?”

“I.. got carried away.”

You didn’t want to know what he’d been out so late for. It was none of your business, and you figured you were better off without any secrets to keep— you’d never been so good at keeping secrets, even your own.

“Been studying this whole time?” he noticed as he glanced at the textbooks on the couch, grinning a little. It sort of felt like he was mocking you, and it made your cheeks warm as you nodded. “What a good girl.”

That made a cold tingle crawl up your spine. Sure, other students had called you that before, and plenty of your teachers, but when he said it, like that… it felt entirely new. “I try,” you managed to respond eventually.

“You’ll do well in college, I bet.”

“You think so?” you beamed.

“Yeah,” he nodded confidently. There was something comforting about the way he smiled at you; yet, there was something predatory about the way his eyes glanced down your body and back up slowly.

As you turned and bent over to pick up your textbooks off the couch, you could tell that he had stepped closer; you could just barely hear the soft noise of his footsteps on his carpet, just barely feel the warmth of him behind you, just barely pick up on the slow, thoughtful breath he took in and out through his nose.

Standing back up slowly, you felt him do it again, right against your neck.

“M-Mr. Moreno,” you stammered, shivering when his hands gripped you on either arm. Not a tight grip, per se, but one that made his strength obvious.

“You don’t have to call me that,” he breathed. “Not when we’re alone.”

Not that you really had any plan on how to respond to that, but if you had, it would've been forgotten as his lips brushed over your neck, leaving teasing kisses in a trail over your pulse.

"Wait—" you blurted out instinctively when his hands moved to your waist, cut off by your own shaky sigh and suppressed moan. “What if she wakes up?” you questioned anxiously, glancing down the hallway and hoping you wouldn’t find Missy there, watching her dad feeling you up— and you letting him, not just that but enjoying it. Of course, the hallway was deserted, but you couldn’t feel certain it would stay that way.

“She won’t,” he assured. “Not if you can be a good girl and stay quiet.”

You made a little whimpering noise as you wondered if you could. You didn’t know how, really; you were good at being quiet when you were alone, but being alone had never felt like this. Forbidden, sexy, terrifyingly wonderful… nothing had ever felt like this.

“Do you want me to stop?” he purred, sounding like he already knew the answer.

“No,” you answered a little too quickly, “please… please don’t stop.”

“Yeah, I thought so,” he grinned. “Tell me what you do want.”

“I want…” you sighed and started over again, willing yourself to speak your thoughts aloud even though they made a pit of guilt sink in your stomach. "I want you to make me feel good."

You knew it was a sort of childish way of putting it, even before he laughed at your statement, but you weren't sure what else to say. "Yeah? I can do that," he decided. "But I can make you feel good in so many ways…" he trailed off as his right hand slipped lower and lower, finally landing between your legs as you gasped. Two fingers slid over the crotch of your shorts, and somehow he managed to bump against something that made electricity shoot up your spine and your hips buck into his touch of their own accord. You felt his smile widen as his teeth grazed against the sensitive skin of your neck. "You'll have to be more specific," he finally finished. "How do you want me to make you feel good?"

"Inside me," you whined, "I want you inside me."

There was a sudden shift as it seemed like the control he had over you suddenly did not extend to himself; he growled a bit and pulled you into him, and you could feel the hard shape of his cock, through his trousers and your shorts. You could feel it pressed just above your ass and it made you squirm against his embrace. "Feel what you do to me?" he grunted, and you nodded quickly. "Good."

He spun you around quickly, pulling you close to him and burning right through you with those brown eyes darker than ever, but just as you thought he might kiss you, he spoke instead.

“My bedroom’s upstairs,” he informed you quietly.

You just nodded, following him as he pulled you along through the house, up the stairs and past the door to the master bedroom of the house.

Now that you hadn’t seen it coming, of course, was when he chose to grab you and kiss you suddenly. It was rough and passionate and nothing like you could've imagined; you were certain you'd never been kissed like this, like he needed to kiss you more than he needed anything.

Your arms slipped around his neck as he pushed you back against the wall, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist as he kicked the door shut behind the two of you. Little moans were muffled by the kiss— and it took you a minute to realize they were yours. You didn’t even sound like yourself; probably because you’d never felt like this before, and therefore had never had any reason to sound like this.

You could feel his cock between your legs, though unfortunately not in the way you wanted. Still, it drove you wild to have him so close like this, to try to imagine how the thick shape you were feeling would ever fit inside you.

His hands were so strong and thick that you worried they’d stretch out your tank top just by reaching under it— well, that is you would have worried about that if you could think about anything else but his hands reaching under your tank top. He didn’t even waste his time touching you over your bra, instead making quick work of the clasps with one hand before coming back to grope one breast in his palm, then the other. Just that was enough to make you run your fingers into his hair, but a little pinch to your raised nipple made your fists tighten and pull— you didn’t mean to, and you were just about to feel bad about it until he growled a little. It seemed like a growl of approval, considering he pinched your nipples harder to make you do it again.

“Feels good?” he asked with annoying (yet arousing) confidence.

“S-so good,” you slurred, stumbling over your words as you tried to think as clearly as possible through the thick haze of pleasure clouding your mind.

As he guided you to set your legs down and unhook your arms from around his neck, you felt a bit like a doll being posed; when he pulled your top over your head and your bra from your arms, you felt like a doll being undressed. You sort of didn’t mind it; you were happy to let him take the lead, confident he knew at least 100% more about this than you did.

He knelt down before you as he roughly pulled at your tight jean shorts, his knuckles nearly bruising your hips as he stripped you. Your underwear were not the pair you would’ve worn if you had known somebody was going to see them, just a plain dark blue color that made you feel so drab as he came face-to-face with them. He didn’t seem to mind much, grinning up at you as he slipped his fingers under them and pulled them down, too. Your face was so hot and yet your legs were breaking out into goosebumps simultaneously, and a shiver rolled up your body when he growled at the sight of your body laid bare for him. Before you could even process it, he stood up and grabbed you, tossing you back onto the bed and spreading your legs.

“Fuck, what a pretty little pussy,” he praised with a smile that made you feel a little light-headed, swirling a few fingers over your swollen button until pulling them back to spank you there— it wasn’t even that hard, but you yelped and jolted and he laughed darkly. “So sensitive,” he purred, his words walking a fine line between a compliment and a taunt, “so wet.”

Another finger slipping down to your entrance proved him right, your arousal plentiful as his touch glided through your folds.

Suddenly overcome with a moment of bravery, you sat up and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, making him smile down at you. “Let me help you,” he offered as he worked the buttons instead, freeing you to try to open his belt. “Look at you, acting so desperate…”

At this point, you weren’t even offended by that; you wanted him so bad that you didn’t have the energy to be embarrassed by it anymore.

He slipped the shirt off of his shoulders just as you finished opening the belt. He pushed your hands away, and now you could see the muscles in his arms flexing as he held you down by your wrists. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, señorita,” he purred.

Why did feeling powerless to him turn you on so much? There was no real fear to it— you knew and trusted him, you would never have developed your misguided crush on him if you didn’t— and yet there was a strong edge of uncertainty as he kissed your neck and moved down your chest, between your breasts before he stopped to kiss those, too.

“Oh god,” you breathed, and he smiled against your skin before sitting up and staring down at you. It wasn’t apparent if it was distant streetlights or the moonlight shining in through the window, but either way it cast a cold blue light into the room that reflected as a glimmer in his eyes.

“Not gonna make you wait any longer,” he promised in a low voice, reaching down to push his unbuttoned belt and trousers to his thighs— those thick, muscular thighs that made your lip catch between your teeth.

Your breath caught, too, but in your lungs this time as his cock was exposed: thick, swollen, veiny… it looked picturesque, if thoroughly intimidating. You couldn’t figure out if you wanted to move towards it or sheepishly crawl away.

"Why do you look scared?" he asked, his voice so much deeper than you remembered it from before, even if there was genuine concern somewhere in his tone.

"Is it gonna hurt?" you asked instead of answering.

"Baby…" he sighed huskily, "are you a virgin?"

You bit your lip and looked away, irritated that you hadn't managed to hide your fear enough to keep your secret.

He sighed, your silence apparently answer enough.

"Do you not want to, anymore?" you asked anxiously, afraid you had completely killed the mood. Part of the reason it'd taken you this long to lose it was specifically because people seemed intimidated by the idea of being your first.

"No, no, I— no," he asserted sternly. "I just need to… change my approach, slightly.”

He leaned down a bit, hovering over you as he trailed his hand up your leg, rubbing the inside of your thigh before finally drawing circles over your aching clit with his thumb, causing you to shiver and moan quietly.

“And, to answer your question, it won’t hurt. Not if I get you good and ready for me,” he explained, pushing just one finger into you— and even that small of a stimulation made your eyes flutter shut, with his fingers being so much thicker and stronger than yours.

The second made your fists clench around the satin-y sheets beneath you. You didn’t dare open your eyes, knowing you’d find him staring down at you and you weren’t ready for that, weren’t ready to see his reaction to your body in such a vulnerable state. You could hear his reaction, though, with the rough groans and satisfied sighs he let out as he pumped his fingers into you.

When three fingers filled you, your eyes shot open. “Fuck!” you yelped.

He smiled but slowed down, apparently taking some pity on you— but not enough to stop him from pressing down harder on your clit.

Just when you figured he’d warmed you up enough and he’d fuck you like he promised, he slid lower and the bed and bent down, adding his tongue into the mix with his fingers. It was… overwhelming, and hot, not just psychologically but literally: it was physically hot, as in temperature. How was his mouth so warm against you, and his fingers so warm inside you?

When he latched his lips around your clit and sucked on it, you saw stars. Energy gathered in your gut and burned so bright that you thought you might explode. Really, it was more like an implosion as the coil inside you snapped and your thighs accidentally clamped down on his hand. It didn’t faze him though, it didn’t even slow him down as he moaned a little against you and curled his fingers even harder. You didn’t remember reaching down to grab his head, you just felt his hair between your fingers as you pulled it roughly, gasping his name.

When he did stop, sitting up and wiping his face with the back of his hand, you just looked back up at him as you caught your breath. He laughed, and you realized you were gawking unintentionally.

“I’m guessing you’ve never come like that before?” he ventured. You didn’t know if ‘like that’ meant from oral or just so suddenly and intensely, but it was true either way so you nodded.

When he reached down to grip his cock with the same hand still wet with your slick, you held your breath without realizing it. “Please put it in me,” you whimpered.

“I will,” he assured as he guided the head of it through your slick folds, stopping to tease your clit as you jolted from the contact on the sensitive nerves. Something surreal and indescribable tingled under your skin— you could hardly believe that this was happening, let alone with him, with Mr. Moreno. Or, Marcus. You were on a first-name basis by now, surely.

He pushed forward in one smooth, slow stroke until he was all the way inside you, his body filling yours to the brim as you quivered from the sensation of being stretched so wide.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked roughly.

“...almost,” you answered hesitantly, unsure how to describe the sensations you were feeling; not exactly pain, but not not pain. The favorite pain you’d ever felt in your life, easily.

He chuckled as he gripped your hips a little tighter. "I'm gonna move now," he announced. You nodded your approval, sighing shakily as he pulled his hips back and you felt the intoxicating friction of his cock against your walls.

"Ffffuck," you whimpered, gasping when he slammed his hips forward again. Your eyes rolled back in your head when he pushed as deep into you as he could with each thrust, still measured but not exactly gentle as he set a pace faster than you’d prepared for. But it was good, god it was so fucking good you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. "Marcus," you sighed, barely recognizing your own voice when it was heavy with need and arousal like this.

He grinned when he heard his name cross your lips, grinding his hips against yours for emphasis until you were forced to arch your back. "You like it rough, don't ya, honey?"

You nodded, confident that you liked it however he was doing it.

"Fuck, I knew it. Knew as soon as I saw you."

Before you could wonder what he meant by that, he was already moving fast enough to make your head spin. You had never had anything so deep inside you before, and when he pushed your legs up and back against your chest, you had no choice but to scream with pleasure.

Just before you reached the peak of it though, his hand clamped down over your mouth to muffle the sound. "Gotta be quiet," he reminded you through his teeth before relaxing his hand a bit so you could still be heard somewhat

"I can't," you whined, "Marcus, please, I can't stay quiet—"

"You have to."

"Feels too good," you whimpered your excuse. "F-fuck, slow down, I won't be able to stop it—"

He cut you off with a kiss, slow yet dominating, and your moans were muffled by his lips. You still sounded so loud in your own head, but at least your cries weren't echoing against the walls of his room anymore.

What was echoing were the sounds of skin slapping on skin as he pounded into you, roughly finding every delicate spot within you and making the backs of your thighs sore as his hips slammed into them. It forced your hands to grip at his muscular shoulders and your nails to dig into the skin there. You hoped there would be little half-moon shaped marks there tomorrow, maybe one would even scar so he'd have your mark on his body forever; after all, he'd carved a permanent space in your body by taking your virginity. Even if you couldn't dream of being as special to him as he was to you, you liked the idea of giving him something that he couldn't give back.

That energy was building again, different from before but no less powerful and persistent. "I'm gonna— fuck, I'm gonna come, I'm so close," you whispered.

“Yeah? Go ahead," he encouraged. "I wanna see you fall apart just for me, wanna feel you come around my cock."

You hadn't realized he'd be able to feel it, and the idea of that was so filthily beautiful that it pushed you over the edge, your whole body tensing up in sudden waves of pleasure so intense that it made your eyes water.

Through the static filling your ears, you heard his low, husky voice encouraging you: "Good girl, just like that, don't fucking stop."

You'd always been powerless to his voice, but this was another level. It was as if your body understood and met his demands, continuing to ride the peak of your sensation so long as he growled in your ear just right.

It was much too tender, the way he brushed the stray hair away from your face, the way he kissed your slack mouth again, the way he held you tighter and mumbled more praises to you. It was more romantic than it had any right to be, and you had to bite back the words of affection threatening to spill out of your mouth.

I love you, you wanted to tell him, I've loved you for years, but it was beyond inappropriate. You didn't want to play the role of the innocent virgin who thinks sex means being in love and lets herself catch feelings for the older man who is just taking what he wants and, at best, doing her a favor so she doesn't have to go off to college and get her cherry popped there. Maybe that was accurate, but that wasn't who you wanted to be.

You wanted to be sexy, and mature, and in control. You wanted to play a new rule, one that still felt foreign and yet closer than ever. So you wrapped your legs around his hips and held him deeper in you, smiling with a little growl of your own.

"I want you to come inside me," you informed him with a purr, loving the little moment of shock that passed over his face before he groaned, fucking you a little faster and more erratically.

"Fuck, really?" he rasped.

You bit your lip as you looked up at him through half-lidded eyes and nodded.

"You're on the pill?"

Another nod, this one finished off with a shiver as you wondered how much more of this your body could take.

He grinned and picked up the pace again, his moans getting a little louder with each movement. "Fuck, I'm gonna come— gonna fill up your tight little pussy, is that what you want?"

You nodded feverishly, already close to the edge again as you imagined what it would be like to have his come in you for the rest of the night. Was he going to make you walk home with it leaking out from between your legs? Why did that idea make your inner muscles involuntarily tighten around him?

With a string of curses and a grip on your thigh tight enough to bruise, he reached his own peak and you felt his cock flex and pulse inside you, a new warmth filling your gut from the inside out.

It's hard to say how long the two of you stayed like that, since you were busy basking in the afterglow (and, less enjoyably, worrying about the consequences that tomorrow morning would bring).

When he pulled out and collapsed beside you, you wondered if you should get up and get dressed.

"Stay here tonight," he instructed you, as if somehow a response to your internal thought. "Your folks won't freak out if you're out all night, right?"

"I'll just tell them I slept over at your place," you shrugged. With a confused look from him, you clarified: "on the couch."

"Right," he nodded as he wrapped you in his arms and pulled you closer, letting you rest your head in the crook of his neck. In this way and in so many others, it was how you expected (and hoped) losing your virginity would go: someone you trust and who cares about you, with enough attention on you that you didn't feel much pain, plus cuddling afterwards. But, in even more ways, it was unlike what you'd ever thought possible: it felt incredible and you came so hard that your ears were still kind of ringing, you didn't use a condom or even think to mention it, and finally— and most absurdly— it was with Marcus fucking Moreno.

Frankly, considering his performance earlier, "fucking" very well could be his middle name.

"You should sit for me again next week," he suggested quietly.

"Do you have somewhere to go?"

"No," he grinned, "but I'll be sure to come back real late, after she's gone to bed, so I can show you all the other ways I can make you feel good."

"H-how many ways are there?!"

He just laughed, pulling you closer and placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Oh, sweetheart… so smart, but so innocent. We can fix that.”

You weren’t sure entirely which of those two things he intended on fixing.

#marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno smut #marcus moreno x you #marcus moreno x y/n #pedro pascal x reader

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love thy neighbor | kun (m)

title: love thy neighbor pairing: kun x black reader genre: fluff, smut, neighbors to lovers request: “Hello again Rain! I hope you're doing well and I'm happy to see you're open for requests again. Your writing in general is a treat to look forward to. An idea for a fic I'd like to suggest is wayv kun/black oc where they're neighbors that secretly pine for another and do feel free get very nsfw lmao. TY!” word count: 5.7k warnings: alcohol use, protected sex, dirty talk, dry humping, riding a/n: i used a prompt from this list of ideas to help me create this fic.

i’m sorry, this fic could’ve theoretically been finished long ago but took me 3893 years because kun intimidates me (and i don’t know why) and that makes it hard to write for him l m f a o chile anyway...

Your neighbor might actually kill you one day—but only in the figurative sense.

Kun is too beautiful and kind for your sanity; he’s like one of those men out of a romantic novel who simply should not exist. In other words, the ideal guy. One who helps all the little old ladies in the building take their groceries up to their apartments, one who feeds all the stray cats that hang around the complex, one who helps new tenants move their things in without even being asked.

Your roommate Charlotte would probably be totally smitten over him just like you if she did not already have her own happy relationship with her girlfriend. But since she does, she has decided to spend her time instead teasing you about your crush on him and trying to persuade you into getting tangled up in a matchmaking mess.

“I’m sure he already has a girlfriend, I don’t know, trying to shoot my shot seems ridiculous,” you say to her, worrying the edge of your blanket in your hands. You toss and turn on the couch, flipping onto your stomach and sighing before shuffling onto your back again. “People like that can never stay single for long. Right? They get snapped up quick.”

“You’d know if you simply asked,” Charlotte points out. “Staring holes into his head won’t help you find out more about him.”

“I guess you’re right,” you say, your fingers stumbling over the blanket as it momentarily slips from your hands. Still, the idea of asking him if he’s dating anyone, whether discreetly or more openly, makes you nervous. You’ve talked to Kun several times before, even hung out with him at those friendly get-togethers your apartment building always holds to get the residents mingling, but you’re still anxious around him. It makes you feel silly, like you’re back in high school; but you aren’t quite sure what to do with those emotions or how to form them into something coherent. “Easy to say all that when you already have the person you want, though.”

“Oh, girl. Love is not easy, but that’s why you have to fucking work for it. AKA, go for what—or who—the hell you want and stop pining over him like some lost Juliet on our couch. It’s better than watching you flop around like a dying fish.”

You stand up from the couch abruptly, leaving your blanket to the side and glaring at her. “You don’t get it, ugh.”

“I get it! But you refuse to let me help—”

“Yes, because if I did, you’d say something completely ridiculous and tell him I’m madly in love with him or something.” You head to the bathroom to check yourself in the mirror.

Charlotte throws her hands up in surrender. “Hey, maybe. But that wouldn’t be a lie.”

“Really? I don’t think—”

“I think so. The way you talk about this guy, it’s definitely sounding a little like love to me.”

Once you’re satisfied, you come back in the main room and grab your keys, wanting to end this conversation before Charlotte sets a world record for how many times she can make you feel embarrassed. “Whatever you say. I’m gonna go to the corner store, so...speak now if you need something or forever hold your peace.”

“You can’t run from it,” Charlotte sing-songs, going back to reading her magazine. “And no, I don’t need anything.”

Once you get out your front door, it’s just your luck when you see Kun’s door is also open. You are not dressed for running into him, of all people; your “corner store” clothes being just a T-shirt, leggings, and slides. You freeze in place and momentarily think about unlocking your door and bolting back inside, which you realize is utterly ridiculous. By then, it’s too late; he’s already coming out his door and closing it behind him.

He perks up when he sees you outside, smiling at you with those deep dimples that make your insides melt. “Hey Y/N, good to see you.”

“Kun! Uh—great to see you too.”

“Are you going out somewhere?” he asks. Inwardly, he feels a bit silly for asking because you clearly are, keys in hand and everything.

“Yeah, just to the store to get a few things.” You wave your hand, and you almost have the urge to lean on your doorframe to appear more calm and collected than you are. Which could potentially end up looking sillier than you intended. “How about you?”

“Going to see a friend,” he answers, and he brushes his hand through his hair in a way that’s completely casual but somehow modelesque at the same time. This is unbelievable, you think to yourself. “We haven’t met up in a while, so…”

“Oh yeah, it’s always nice to go out with old friends,” you say, smiling at the thought of it. Kun nods his agreement, and then has an abrupt, wild idea to ask if you’d like to go out somewhere sometime. Too busy warring with himself over whether he should take the dive, he doesn’t notice you heading towards the stairs already. “I hope you two have a good time!”

“Oh—thanks. Hope you enjoy your trip.” He chuckles, following you down the steps to get to his car. Well, that moment has passed. Sure, he could probably still ask you now if he was bold enough about it, but it feels too awkward to randomly ask someone out in the middle of a stairwell.

You wave bye to him once you both get in the parking lot. He watches you walk to your car with a wistful smile on his face. He wants to say more to you, but the timing isn’t right and it’s best not to hold you up right now. Plus, Hendery’s probably already waiting for him.

It would’ve provided you with a lot of relief if you knew Kun was facing a similar dilemma to you. He’d never had much problem talking to women he liked in the past, but something about you made him feel clumsy and hesitant. But just like with your inability to move forward, there’s no way for you to know his feelings without him saying anything about it—which he has been hesitating over for the longest.

Maybe he was also still cowering from the embarrassment of the time he’d tried to show you a magic trick that didn’t quite work out, but it was a convenient excuse. At least for him, anyway.

One day he’d get the courage to tell you how he felt, but he didn’t think today was that day.

–

Some strong shots and a few hours at the club was exactly what you needed to unravel your nerves after a long week. You and a few others from your work had decided to go out that Saturday night as a group effort to unwind from dealing with your overbearing boss. “Just a couple shots” eventually turned into more than that, though, but you weren’t complaining. As long as it gave you the opportunity to discard all your issues for a while, you didn’t mind losing yourself a little.

However, your night of fun quickly dissolves into frustration when you realize you’ve lost your keys and have no way to get back into your apartment. You’re not even sure where they might’ve disappeared—in the club, or in the rideshare back to your apartment?

Charlotte is out of the city for the week visiting her long-distance girlfriend, so there’s no way you’re getting back in your apartment tonight. The main office won’t be open at this hour, either; it’s the weekend, and nobody will be there regardless until Monday. And you’re definitely not drunk enough or desperate enough to try to bust the door down.

Though it pains you to do so, you knock on Kun’s door, your head throbbing and dizzy. You feel bad about this. He won’t even be awake at this hour and might not answer, but you don’t know what other options you have. You aren’t familiar enough with your other neighbors to ask this of them. Especially not the old lady living on the other side of you who has a perpetually judgmental aura towards everyone in the apartment building. The only person she seems marginally approving of is none other than the man himself—Qian Kun.

It takes a good minute or two, but you hear the latch unlock, and Kun is suddenly standing in front of you, a look of concern on his sleepy face. He is adorable like this, in his pajamas and his hair mussed and his eyes foggy with sleep. He’s so cute it makes you want to cry—and so you do.

But your tears are mostly because you’re very tipsy and tired and currently locked out of your very comfortable apartment.

This awakens Kun immediately. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” He gently pulls you into his apartment, his tone quiet but panicked as you put your face in your hands and cry. You just shake your head for a few moments, crying too much to say anything to him. When you don’t reply, he doesn't try to press you for answers; he just puts his arms around you, a bit carefully as if you’re made of some easily breakable material, and lets you wet his T-shirt with your tears.

Finally, when you’ve collected yourself some, you abruptly feel foolish for crying over something like this. He probably thinks someone’s died, and you’ve gotten him all worked up for practically nothing. “I-I’m locked out,” you sigh heavily, and he has enough politeness not to outwardly react to your alcohol breath with your close proximity. “And my roommate is gone…forever.”

His eyebrows lift. “Forever?”

“The whole week, Kun...but it feels like...f-forever.”

“Ah...I see. Is that why you were crying?”

You put your head back in your hands. “Just kill me.”

“Don’t feel bad about it,” Kun says, and there is a tiny lift to his mouth like he wants to smile at your dramatics. “It’s fine. You can stay here tonight.”

“Kun, thank you.” You’re still loosely embracing each other, and you squeeze your arms more tightly around him. Maybe it’s just a reason to rest your head on his chest again and hear his heart beating strong against your cheek, but you wouldn’t admit that. Wait, why is his heart beating so fast? “Thank youuu, I love you so much, this means the world to me.”

Kun’s mind catches on the words I love you so much, and he knows you’re just drunk and need to sleep it off and aren’t really thinking about what you’re saying, but he cannot help lingering there for a moment. He’s glad the front room is still dim from the single lamp he turned on, otherwise you might notice the flush growing on his cheeks. “I...it’s no problem. We should get you comfortable, then.”

As it turns out, get you comfortable means he lets you sleep in his bed while he takes the couch. In another context you’d protest, not wanting to kick him out of his own space, but you are simply too smashed to think about it. You’re seconds away from falling asleep where you stand now that the adrenaline of discovering you’re locked out has worn off. Kun has the idea to make you drink some ice cold water, though, which wakes you up enough to take a proper shower.

By the time you get out of the shower and are wearing his clothes—his clothes—you are feeling a little more sober. You also feel like you’re going to have another small meltdown over all this. “This” being: wearing Kun’s clothes and standing in his bedroom, which is decorated with all his interests and treasured belongings. There’s a small studio setup in one corner, which interests you, but you don’t investigate it any further.

Now you have another little problem, though; what are you gonna do about the pillows? You don’t have anything to cover your hair with, with all your scarves and bonnets in your own apartment. One night of sleeping on a cotton pillow wouldn’t kill you, but that doesn’t make it any less distasteful to think about.

Kun comes into the bedroom to check on you and sees you puzzling around, sitting on the bed and looking awkward. “What’s the matter?”

“Oh. It’s nothing really,” you rush out, unsure if you should tell him about a problem he likely won’t even understand. It must be at least 4:00 a.m. by now, meaning you both desperately need to get some sleep.

“You can tell me, I won’t bite.”

I wouldn’t mind if you did pops into your head, but you immediately try to ignore that thought and are silently grateful that you do not blush visibly.

“Uh, my hair.”

“Your hair?”

“Okay, I need to cover it at night so it won’t get all broken off or anything—sleeping on cotton does wonders for destroying moisture—but I don’t have anything here to use. I mean—it’s...not a huge deal though, I can deal with it for a night?” You’re rambling now. Kun just nods, taking in all this information like he’s listening to something very important and very interesting.

“So then, what would you do to stop that?”

“Wear a scarf, or a bonnet, or using a silk pillowcase works, too. But you probably don’t have any of that stuff, you don’t have to bother with it—”

“Well, let me see.” Kun disappears into his closet and you pause, wondering for a moment if he actually does have a bonnet or something in there. Which would probably be a little hilarious to you.

He comes back out with not a bonnet of a scarf or even a pillowcase, but one of his own shirts. It’s just the right material though, being a pretty purple silk.

“Oh—Kun.” At this point, there are several emotions all trying to come to the forefront, though you have no clue which one to settle on. “Your shirt? You really don’t have to. I could…”

“It’s just a shirt, Y/N. There are a lot more where that comes from...I don’t mind.” He chuckles.

You sigh bashfully but take the shirt from him. “Thank you, it’s really thoughtful of you.” You cover the pillow with his shirt, and it works perfectly.

“Anyway, if you need anything else, just tell me,” he says, lingering by the door.

“I will...thank you,” you say, your voice quiet as you give him a nervous smile. Only when he shuts the door and his footsteps fade away do you allow yourself to bunch the comforter in your fists and scream into it. Everything in here smells just like him, which is probably more than enough to fuel all of your Qian Kun-related daydreams for the next 8 months.

It doesn’t take long for you to drift off when you finally do lie down, and your mind is blissfully empty of anything throughout the night.

The next day takes a bit of settling into. You’re momentarily alarmed when you wake up faced with a strange room until you remember last night’s events and recall where you are. There is also the smell of food, good food, which is also sadly unfamiliar to you. Charlotte can’t cook to save either of your lives, so you know you’d never be waking up to the smell of a professional chef-approved breakfast if you were still in your apartment with her.

Walking out of Kun’s room, you see that he’s in the kitchen, halfway finished with cooking breakfast for the both of you. It’s more like brunch at this hour, but what does that matter.

You linger at the doorway for a moment, allowing yourself to imagine that this is what things would be like if you were dating. Getting this view everyday? Life cannot be this unfair.

Maybe not too much, though, since you are standing in his kitchen.

“Oh, good morning,” he greets you, breaking your reverie. “Did you sleep well?”

“Good morning. I slept great. Thanks again for, you know, the shirt, haha…”

He grins, and his dimples come out. “Sure thing. Go ahead and sit! Breakfast will be ready soon.”

It’s the best breakfast you’ve eaten since living with Charlotte; maybe some of the best food you’ve ever had. “I had no idea you could cook this well,” you say. “I mean. I guess I wouldn’t since I haven’t—you know, uh—eaten here before, but—it’s great.” It’s just your luck that your thoughts come out in this fumbling mini-rant, but Kun only laughs good-naturedly.

“Thank you, I’m truly glad you like it.”

You both continue eating breakfast while making light conversation. This just might be the longest conversation you’ve had with each other, and that knowledge seems surreal. You’re almost a little glad you lost your key. Almost.

“So...today is Sunday. And the leasing office still won’t be open until Monday.” Kun says this over the remnants of breakfast. He speaks in a measured tone, like he’s trying to ensure he says the right thing. Whatever that could possibly be. “And you told me your roommate won’t be back until Monday.”

To your credit, you hadn’t exactly accounted for this when you first came over to his place in your distressed state. That means another night spent in his apartment though, which becomes very obvious to you now. “Ah. Sorry, am I imposing?”

“What—no, I-I just wanted to make sure you knew you can stay here tonight, or—however long you need.”

Relief floods through you, and you briefly wonder why you even worried about it; as far as you know, he’s not the kind of person to just kick someone out. “Ohh, of course—that’s good to know. Thank you for all this!”

“You’re welcome.” You miss the smile he gives to your response as you’re busy drinking your juice, but it’s one filled with a certain affection.

It feels a bit awkward to just sit around in his apartment all day, with nothing to do and all your belongings still locked out of your reach in your own place, so Kun shows you the studio in the corner of his room. He’d talked about being into music before, but you’d never heard anything of his until now.

When he plays the keyboard for you, it’s to the tune of a beautiful self-composed song. You almost pinch yourself to remind yourself this isn’t a hallucination or a fever dream. A man this appealing really exists, and you’ve stayed the night in his apartment and eaten his breakfast. You give a small round of applause when he finishes.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if you became a famous singer or something? I’d come to all your concerts,” you say lightly, kicking your legs on the edge of his bed.

“All? Really, all?” He laughs.

“Yes, all. A voice and talent like that deserves all the attention.” You lean back on his bed, stretching your legs out. “But all your venues would probably be sold out. Hopefully you’d remember me from your lil’ ole apartment building. I’m sure you’d be living in a penthouse by then.”

Kun smiles bashfully at your compliments, waving his hands as if it’s too much. “Thank you. But I don’t think I could ever forget you.” His voice grows a bit softer. His expression is more genuine than you expect for a conversation that was so playful only seconds ago, and you find it hard to hold eye contact all of a sudden.

It is your turn to be bashful, and you shrug in an effort to seem natural. “Well, I’m flattered.” Despite your unaffected demeanor, you don’t think those words will leave your mind for a good while, even if you wonder about the meaning of them.

Later that evening, Kun makes dinner and you watch TV together, flipping to whatever channels have dramas or movies playing.

You two eventually fall into another conversation when you can’t find anything good to watch—one that does not make you overly nervous for once. During a lull in the talking, that big question pops up into your mind, and you wince internally at how Charlotte would’ve already told you to make a move. You aren't sure how to do that without making him uncomfortable or seeming too sudden, but you decide to make an attempt.

You edge into it with, “So, um, your place looks pretty nice for one guy. It’s just you here, right?”

“Ah yeah, just me. Thanks, I do try my best.”

“Haha, I’m used to my guy friends all having super messy apartments until they get a girlfriend and she teaches them how to clean a stove for the first time…”

“Oh really? That’s a bit sad for them, isn’t it?” He chuckles. “I’m not dating anyone right now, so it’s all me.”

Just the information you were looking for. You try not to show your elation. “Why not?” you blurt out. Then you cringe because this might sound too invasive or even judgmental, but Kun only grins. “It’s just, it’s a little surprising. You’re such a generous person. You seem to care about everyone, even those poor stray kitties that stay outside the apartments all the time.”

He smiles timidly in response to receiving more of your compliments. “I guess it seems curious when you put it like that.” Just like when you’d drunkenly said I love you so much, there’s suddenly heat on the back of his neck that he hopes won’t turn into another blush that’ll expose him. “I don’t really know, I haven’t thought much about it; life’s weird like that.” He isn’t really sure how to answer that question in a way that won’t be too big of a hint that he’s interested in you, though he’s also not entirely sure why he’s still trying to hide it. Wouldn’t now be the perfect opportunity? When will you two have this much time together again? Still, you staying in his apartment for two days doesn’t mean you like him, and maybe he’s jumping the gun.

“That’s true. Guess that’s the same reason why I’ve been alone for a while now.” You shake your head.

“You?” Kun is equally surprised to know this about you.

You laugh incredulously. “Does that shock you or something?”

“I...well.” He rubs the back of his neck as he searches for the words. “I just thought...you’re very pretty, and you’re always really kind when we speak, so...”

“Oh?” Your face heats up at that.

“Yeah, I…think anyone would be lucky to be with you.”

“Oh.” Your body’s first instinct is to freeze with nervousness, but you know Charlotte would be kicking your ass in gear right now if she were somehow here. So, you decide to stop stressing about it and just do it. “Well...wouldn’t it be nice if we both had a way to fix our problems at the same time?”

Kun pauses for a moment before replying. “What do you suggest?” He knows what you are proposing—you can see in his eyes and his slight grin and his posture that he knows—but maybe he wants to hear you say it out loud.

“Hm, well…I don’t know, what do you think?” You lean a bit closer to him, raising your eyebrows and trying your best to look innocent and unassuming. His smile turns into something different with your increased proximity. Something a little more sly.

Mirroring your actions, he inches nearer to you until there’s little space left between. “Well, I think…” Kun tentatively closes the remaining gap between the two of you, the rest of his sentence left to linger as his soft lips envelop yours.

Maybe it’s corny to say it, but it definitely feels like one of those fairytale kisses with the fireworks going off and streamers popping; even though you’re sitting on his couch wearing his pajamas, some movie in the background you’ve long forgotten the plot of, empty dinner plates sitting on the coffee table in front of you.

You aren’t sure how you end up in his lap—who made the first move? Was it his hand on your back or your hands on his shoulders? You straddle him on the couch, your arms slipping around his shoulders and his hands on your back but assuredly traveling farther down your body.

Kun’s hands come to rest on your thighs, pulling the fabric of his shorts up a few inches higher. “I never thought I’d see you wearing my clothes,” he says lowly, grinning against your mouth.

“I also never thought I’d be sitting in your lap like this, but maybe sometimes dreams do come true,” you say jokingly, your lips rubbing against his skin as you slowly kiss his jaw.

You can’t see his expression, but his eyebrows shoot up at that. “Dreams, huh? You think about me often?” His voice pitches lower when he asks this, aroused by the thought of you imagining anything quite so lewd about him. You’ve definitely incriminated yourself now and won’t be able to wiggle out of it without an answer.

“...Maybe.”

“What do you think about me?” Kun grips your hips, which quickly turns into him grabbing your ass—tentatively at first to test the waters, and then firmly enough to grind you against his hardening cock. Sensing him solid and warm underneath you sends a shockwave down your spine, and the sensation heightens when his voice caresses your ear, all low and tense with arousal. “It’s just the two of us here. No one else has to know.”

“I think about your...lips. How you might kiss me. Or what you might say to me. And...your hands.” You pause there, a quiet breath whispering past your lips. “You have really big hands, you know.”

“My hands…” Kun places one on your chest, spreading his fingers across and touching your collarbone. The heel of his palm glides on the top of your breast, and just that touch is enough to get you more worked up. “Hmm. Actually, I’ll admit I’m pretty good with my hands.” He smirks, and he’s possibly the finest thing you’ve ever seen. “What else, Y/N?”

“I thought about how you’d touch me.” His hand slides between your breasts now, down your sternum, and to your stomach. “Maybe I’d invite you into my apartment when Charlotte wasn’t there. We’d watch some stupid movie and pretend to be into it, but we’re really just thinking about each other. You’d eventually end up slipping your hand up my skirt...and making me cum all over your fingers.”

You aren’t sure how you’re saying all this to Kun right now, the dude you have a major crush on, without bursting into flames.

His shaft rubbing against your clit even through your layers of clothes makes you sigh dreamily, pressing your forehead to his and gripping at his shoulders and biceps. His bangs are soft against your forehead, and your breath stutters when he moves to kiss the side of your neck. He has to know how hard your heart is beating right now.

“And then what?” His voice is barely a whisper, then.

“And then you’d fuck me, of course.” There’s a slight laugh in your voice at the ticklish feeling of his lips kissing your skin.

“And then I’d fuck you...hm,” he echoes. “Sure, I can do that.”

The promise of it entices you, and more heat pools between your legs, amplified by the fabric rubbing against your sensitive parts. His hand that’s still on your stomach travels under your shirt then, and your hips falter in your rhythm against him when his fingers brush across your nipple. He brings his lips to your other breast, lapping his tongue against your nipple over the fabric.

You soon come like this, his shaft grinding against your clit and his clothes rubbing against your skin, his hands on your ass and his lips traveling across your breasts. The orgasm is sudden and surprises you, but it’s good, and you convulse as the waves of pleasure course through you. You weaken and slump against him, with him still teasing your breasts with his mouth and hands. Pushing your face into his hair, you moan into the black strands until the quivering stops.

You’re breathless when you speak again. “You haven’t come yet.”

“I’d rather do that when I’m inside you,” he replies. You giggle quietly.

“...What are you waiting for, then?”

“Hold on.” Kun carefully maneuvers you off his lap, and you already want to complain at the lack of his touch. “I have to get a condom.”

“Hurry, or you’ll miss all the fun,” you say as you pull your shirt off with your back to him. You look back over your shoulder at him and grin mischievously.

“You’re such a tease…”

Kun goes into his room to fetch a condom, and when he returns he’s already pulling his shirt off, leaving it on the floor somewhere. You’re fully naked now, your legs pulled up to your chest and your chin resting on your knees as you sit on the couch. Kun’s eyes drop between your legs, your inner thighs still glistening from your previous orgasm, and he swipes his tongue across his lips at the sight of you, wet and ready for him.

Likewise, your eyes drop to the dark trail of hair leading into his pants and his bulge just below it, the way his sweatpants cling to his length, and your pussy throbs with the desire to be filled.

“Please, hurry.”

Kun doesn’t waste any time in getting the rest of his clothes off, shoving his pants and underwear done in one swift move and rolling the condom over his shaft. He climbs onto the couch, grabbing your legs and guiding them around his waist, and you giggle at his eager but gentle touch as you recline on the couch pillows behind you.

He grabs his dick and lines it up with you, then pushes it in slowly at first. The stretch makes your toes curl, but it is a good kind of stretch, the kind that fills you to the brim. Like the missing element you needed.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice husky from the pleasure.

“Fuck, please,” is your answer as you shift your hips and try to get him all the way inside quicker. Noticing your urgency, he slides the rest of the way in until your hips are flush against each other and starts thrusting into you. His length dragging across your walls feels much better than you could’ve imagined on any given night, and you clasp your legs tighter around him to get ever closer.

After a point, he pushes your legs up with his hands behind your knees so he can get a deeper angle, and you both moan at the difference in sensation and how much tighter you get around him.

There is no ignoring the messy wet noises of your bodies colliding due to the slickness of your previous orgasm and the new wetness he’s continually fucking out of you. Each thrust reaches deep inside you, deep enough to make you nearly sob, your hands fumbling over your breasts and your clit all the while.

“Kun, god yes please,” you whimper, rocking your hips into the rhythm of his own. You fucking him back makes him groan deeply, his bangs hanging off his forehead as he dips his head to watch himself slide in and out of you. You could not control the urge or the motion of your body even if you wanted to; you want all of him, as close as he can get.

“I don’t want this to end,” he moans, and he pulls out without a warning. You gasp at the sudden emptiness, and your discontent comes out in a full whine. You’d be more embarrassed about it if you weren’t currently consumed with desire, but you presently do not care.

Kun sits back on the couch and pulls you on top of him again. “Ride me,” he says. So you grasp the base of his cock, him grunting as you do, and you press the tip against your entrance before pushing it in. He watches himself slip inside of you while fully enraptured, one hand tight on your hip.

Once you are full with him again, you experimentally grind against him to see how it’ll feel in this new position, and your arms tremble as his pelvis stimulates your clit.

“Go ahead,” he whispers, grasping the nape of your neck and kissing you hard once more, “fuck yourself on me.”

So you keep grinding your clit on him like that, your limbs shaking from the stimulation and your walls fluttering around his cock. You can barely catch a complete breath from him kissing you hard enough to make your lips swell, and your head is so fogged with lust that all you can concentrate on is getting yourself off just like he told you to do.

“Kun…” You roll your head onto his shoulder, pressing your forehead into his skin, your body tiring as you get closer to reaching that high. You’re so close to coming, but you’re not sure if you have enough strength left to get there on your own. Kun notices the state you’re in and grasps your hips to pull them into his, effortlessly sliding himself into you while making sure your clit gets stimulated at the same time.

The new friction of his dick rubbing against your g-spot in this position is enough to have you finally coming and crying out against his neck.

You continue babbling nonsense against his neck as he keeps fucking you, searching for his own end. His hands are hot on your body as he moves you up and down his length.

His climax comes soon after yours, his dick pulsing and his pace slowing. Your back arches at the sensation of him throbbing inside you and releasing his cum into the condom. The way he groans in your ear has your stomach clenching.

For a few minutes after, you both sit quietly and do nothing but cling to one another as you come down from the pleasure.

“So, does this mean we’re together now…?” Kun asks hopefully, running his hands over your back as you lie against him.

You smile against his skin. “Obviously. But if you still want to convince me, we can go a couple more rounds…”

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onepieceheadcannons · 3 years

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hey bae!! can u write headcanons of luffy, sanji, and nami, finding out from someone else their crewmate ( reader ) likes them? thanks!! ur awesome

Hey Lovely,

Hope you likey

Luffy

Ah yes the captain,

He definitely needed someone to tell him, he wouldn't assume anyone liked him even if he returned it.

The crew, oh my, they'd be so frustrated. I mean, they see you guys everyday, hanging out catching fish, imitating the crew, and listening to Usopp's stories. They are surprised that someone can handle Luffy the way you do, you make him a better captain.

The crew made a plan, mainly Usopp, Franky, and Nami. Their first attempt didn't go as well, they had sent Usopp to tell him. Usopp didn't flat out say it, he made up some grand story about his love with Kaya, and at the end of it said well like you and y/n. But Luffy was too amazed by Usopp's story and didn't really catch his last bit.

So after that failed attempt, Nami decided that if she wants it done right, she just has to tell Luffy.

So she sits him down, and she is like "Y/n likes you, do you like them?" And Luffy would be oblivious at first, and be like "Well duh, they're my friend. I like them😁" so then Nami explained it, maybe with a few slaps on the head. But then he realized that he likes you just as much as he likes meat.

He wouldn't make a big deal out of it, I mean you like him, he likes you. So he just flat out says to you one day, "You'll be such a great future (queen/king whichever you are) of pirates."

I mean Luffy just stating you'll be there with him, I bet it would feel awesome. From that point, he'd wait to run and explore an island with you. He'd grab your hand and just run along and wouldn't even notice if his arm was stretching because he ran too far ahead.

He would let you wear his hat constantly, no doubt about it. He would make sure you ate even if he was picking off of your plate.

He wouldn't care if you are a girl or boy, he just wants to adventure with you and would make sure you are just as respected as him.

Sanji

Now let's be real, he has a crush on nearly every female he sees so he'd be kinda oblivious when it came down to realizing someone liked him.

You've been on the crew for awhile, and damn the way he smiles at you makes your heart explode. The crew started noticing, even Zoro. No one wanted to upset you by telling Sanji about your feelings without permission.

But then Zoro, him and Sanji were arguing like usual. And he slipped up, calling Sanji such a dumbass he didn't even notice y/n's crush on him.

When Sanji hears this, oh man, that man skyrockets into the sky with a nosebleed. I mean of course he returns the affection, you are so beautiful and gorgeous to him. A person like you having a crush on him, he is through the roof happy.

You watched this unfold with a wide eyed expression, I mean how did Zoro even know you liked Sanji. He doesn't approach you immediately about it, he wouldn't want you to be anxious about it. But instead he'd try to show that he likes you back.

He'd focus on you, not necessarily ignore Robin and Nami but he is less flirty than he was before. I mean this man refuses to even hurt a lady, he wouldn't want to hurt your feelings at all by flirting with another woman.

He'd wake up in the morning, to make you your favorite breakfast and grab you your favorite drink to have with it. He'd go shopping with you in mind for his meals. And he'd plan exactly how he'd tell you he returns the affection.

It would be romantic, I mean he is one of the biggest simps ever. He would do it privately, take you to a romantic secluded spot or cleared out the ship and lit candles and set up a fancy dinner.

He'd pull out your chair, make everything super proper, and he'd flower you with compliments and confess to his feelings without necessarily bringing up yours. And would ask you to be his girlfriend, and once the deal was sealed, he'd kiss you in a respectful but passionate way.

Now if you are a guy, this would probably be a little harder on him. Not that he'd be opposed but, he definitely has some internalized homophobia, I mean look at his reaction to his timeskip island. I still think he'd act the same but with an edge of shyness.

He wouldn't necessarily call you beautiful or gorgeous but instead Handsome and Charming. He'd daydream of saving you countless times, being your knight in shining armor, he might even have a few of you saving him (he may even picture a dress on himself if it's post timeskip) .

Nami

Robin is totally who told her. Robin observed the relationship, she saw all the exceptions Nami made for them. The lack of charging them for things, letting them watch her draw maps, even letting them near the treasure.

Robin would've asked a few questions first before outting your feelings. She wouldn't want to embarrass you at all, so she'd make sure Nami returned feelings first.

She'd ask if Nami was interested in a relationship at any point, then if she was interested in anyone currently. Then she'd be like, well I noticed Y/n seems to be interested.

Nami would react nonchalantly about it, I mean she knows she's gorgeous and cute. But she'd secretly be happy about it. She wouldn't wait much time.

She'd approach you, depending on how long you've known each other will change how she responds.

She may just go up to you and kiss you real quick. And hope that you ask her out then and don't act like an idiot.

But she also may just approach you and say she knows you like her and that she likes you too and give you a kiss on the cheek.

But either way you are going to have to ask her to be your girlfriend, she'll say yes. It'll become quality time and gifts that she uses to show she likes you.

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sscoutregimentss · 3 years

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i know we as a collective society believe in gamer! eren supremacy. and yes, this is a good take. however, may i introduce to you: normie/fuckboy/jock eren with gamer/nerd gf. thoughts under the cut (safe for work, pg-13, also slight snk spoilers for season 3 and up!)

see, eren isnt necessarily a fuckboy. in fact, hes very loyal! he doesnt really think that way about any girls or guys except you. but hes popular romantically and had a reputation for sleeping around before he met you (not that theres anything wrong with that but ya know word travels fast across campus). plus, cmon the dude is in a frat, super hot and has a tongue piercing. he cant blame anyone for thinking he is a fuckboy bc he exudes the energy.

you are kind of the complete opposite. you dont really enjoy parties and you keep to yourself. you're a total wreck when it comes to flirting and your kinda oblivious to whenever people like you. you dont have many friends and are a bigger fan of 2d people than 3d.

either way eren finds you so so so cute. he first approached you at one of his frat parties. your roommates convinced you to come after she said that someone (read: connie) had a dance dance revolution mat, but you kinda just stuck around in a corner staring at your cup once you lost them. he looks you up and down-- your outfit was pretty cute, a short plaid orange pleated skirt, dress shirt, orange cardigan and black beret laying neatly upon your head. and your face... he couldn't help himself but try to talk to you. you were really anxious because wahhh scary sports guy you dont know but he was kinda instantly comforting? in a way? and he was freaking pretty. he looked like a final fantasy character--long haired characters were your type. the rest was kind of history.

a lot of people are shocked when they find out your dating bc you two are so different (some people are surprise eren “dates” at all) but no one dares question your relationship when they see how much eren dotes on you. he has so many polaroids of you in his wallet-- from the many arcade dates you bring him on where you decimate him at almost every game, you awkwardly posing in the hentai section of bookstores, or just candids of you being intensely focused on a puzzle in a game. whenever you guys go out to eat and somethings wrong with your meal, he'll send it back (in a polite way, of course, but hes still assertive.) or if you buy like a figurine and its misisng something hes marching up to the cashier stand for you. he always has an arm around your waist or is holding is hand in yours. sometimes you just cling onto his arm and rest your head on it (hes comfy!!!!! and you are always tired) your both pretty clingy, but you get kinda awkward when you two are around people you know so he just kinda subtly holds you as to not make a scene. its nice. hes comfy.

youve got dual monitors, a pc you made yourself, rgb keyboard, the whole nine yards. all your consoles are up to date and you keep a handheld system on you at all times. you spend most your weekends watching anime and movies and tv shows and your shelves are piled high with books and comic books. eren literally does not understand any of it. when you told him you built your pc he goes "you made all those microchippy things? youre soooo smart babe". when you talk about some of your weirder or more complicated animes he nods along but honestly he gets so lost ("so like, lemme get this straight, the kids dad's wife ate his mom?" "yeah but like she was turned into a titan so she didn't realllllly know it was the dads wife, but like she literally walks past this titan shifter so i think she knew." "thats crazy.") and he will never understand the point of otome games when hes literally right there. he actually has a really bad habit of getting jealous of characters you have a crush on but you just find it funny. sometimes he gets an ego boost when they look like him because even if they look like him he is actually real so they can suck it.

hes rlly supportive tho. erens a rlly passionate person and he loves you a lot so he pours a lot of passion into what you do. if you are into esports/fps games hes cheers you on all the time and does all the raging for you ("BABE THAT GUY IS STREAM SNIPING! HES STREAM SNIPING YOU HEY ASSHOLE STOP CHEATING OFF MY GIRLFRIEND" "eren he cant stream snipe me because i dont stream" "oh i thought that just meant cheating"/"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HER?" "eren its okay i can just report him" "NO NO LET ME AT HIM IF HE WANTS TO CALL YOU A BITCH I CAN CALL HIM MUCH WORSE" "um guys im gonna mute my mic for a second if you need me text chat") if youre into cozy games he likes to watch you play and gives you ideas on where to put things. like in minecraft he makes you put a second bed for him even though he doesnt play and he helps you name all your pets. you get a little less intense with cozy games so you sit on his lap and he lets his hair down puts his head on your shoulder and points at where you should place stuff. he still rages though? this is eren jaeger we are talking about. ("aw, she wont move to my island." "WHAT? who does that little ugly squirrel think she is? you think youre too good for MY y/n's island? i'll shave your unibrow off. then we'll see what island will want you" "leave hazel alone! shes cute!"/"dude that hamster guy with the glasses looks like armin" "graham? what? armin doesnt even wear glasses" "no no look at it more" "oh shit youre right") rpgs/otome games are kinda a wild card with how he acts. if its an otome game and the character looks like him he is more into helping you out because it reaffirms to him that you find him good looking but otherwise he is just sulking and calling them annoying ("princess y/n... i know im just a servant, but i want to be with you forever!" "pft. get a load of this guy. clingy much?" "its romantic! youre jealous.")

one of his favorite things to do with you is cuddle and watch anime. usually he lies his face on your thighs or chest while watching and you play with his hair or he holds you in his chest and you play with one of his hands while the other goes behind his head. he grew up on some of the classics like naruto sailor moon one piece pokemon and dbz but he never got super into it until he started dating you. you put him on to soooo many good shows (cartoons, anime, and live action) hes both a crier and he is a get-angrier(?). he gets mad on characters behalfs and you have to pause the show so he can rant about how annoying someone is or he feels so bad for someone so he has to take a minute because hes tearing up. he likes slice of life anime because the friendships <3 theyre so wholesome and they remind him of him armin and mikasa but he also likes shounen because it is entertaining to watch fights. he gets really into them actually. he also has this really bad habit of whenever there is a character with no parents or a dead mom he goes "oh same" or "welcome to the club buddy" under his breath. when theres a cute couple in an anime you both like guys get matching keychains of them unless one of them dies because he thinks its bad luck. his favorite animes are haikyuu, your lie in april and code geass.

you are equally supportive of erens volleyball career. you know all the rules because sports anime and you actually find yourself really liking it in 3d as well (it is lacking in bromance and screaming but you let it slide). you go to all his games and he always texts you before his practices. has a habit of kissing you before games and one day after he kisses you go "gg ez win" as a JOKE but then they like decimate their long time rival marley university and get into nationals (is that a thing for volleyball idk sports) so hes convinced its because you did your "gamer magic". now every time after getting his good luck kiss he interlocks your pinkies and you go "gg ez win" and he goes “yes.” because to this day he doesnt know what it means (he thinks googling it is like breaking the magic)

okay im gonna stop while im ahead BECAUSE I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALL DAY I MIGHT JUST GO AHEAD AND WRITE SOME ONESHOTS....

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