busy avoiding spoilers AGAIN if they dont kiss nasty whats the point + bonus doodle under the cut
also the quality got really fucked click to see it crispy
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CUZ I AM UN-DE-FEAT-A-BLE
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ocs as a love language
the dear @leirsulien gut punched me tagged me to do this uquiz for my ocs.
im tagging (no pressure!) @cassiopeiacorvus @roxaro @thelittlestspider @wayhavenots @griffin-wood @karolinarodrigueswrites @sapphic-story @laufire-writes @ice-knife and whoever else wants to (just at me, pls! <3)
andy: a story that ends in blood
The world has always been unkind, and when you have turned to yourself for comfort you have come face to face with an empty pit which seems to be laughing. You don’t care if it kills you but once you find someone whom you love and who loves you back, you will make sure nothing happens to them. They are yours. You will make a tear in this world and create a new place for you and your love if it comes to that. Because it has always been about love, and it is how it always ends.
kendis: a story that ends in blood (though when i took it yesterday for them i got: an undoing influence, so i’ll go with that)
can someone tell you what to do? you have been carrying so much love within you for so long it is starting to turn into anger (why does it matter, all you see is red anyways) and you have been dragging this body through each day and every night you are split open on your bed and it is so so so lonely. if someone were to walk in while you were on your bed that way and they stitched you back in a new way, lining the seams with their love and kisses, you’d probably find this dreary world a little more bearable. you want someone to turn you over and over until you look in the mirror and see yourself looking back at yourself with a gentleness which has been lacking in you since forever.
carmela: a knife called grief
You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything.You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know you’d do that for them.
val: violent devotion (though when i fiddled around with other possible answers i got ‘a story that ends with blood’; i think this quiz knows something about my preferred dynamics/themes)
Everyone seems to think you are faithless, but the thing is you haven’t yet found someone who will bring you to your knees and make you raise your head in reverence. This world has stopped bringing you joy, you want more of the divine. You want to dedicate your entire existence to someone; you want to make them realise they are not something terrible, make them see just how much beauty they are bringing to this world. You want to be the only one for them, the only one they have chosen to love. There’s a god shaped pit inside of you and only they can fit in it. And what if they choose to walk away? Didn’t I say this was violent devotion?
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the kind of love that started when you were kids. the kind of love that wasn't said outright but was found in every moment you shared together. the kind of love that meant no matter what you were fighting the same fight side by side even when it felt like there was no way out alive. the kind of love that unshackled a mind from decades of corruption and pain because he saw you. And they fucking put it in a marvel movie
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wrt diabolik au what i think i'll do is keep writing snippets as and when i feel like it, and then when the big bangs are over i'll tape all the ficlets together and fling them onto ao3, mostly bc i know exactly what i want the title to be. provided i also finish off some of my other stuff (star wars au, princess bride au, etc)
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Me and my sister crackhead energy.
Me: I'm with you til the end of the line
Sister: What line?
Me: THAT line
Sister: OHHHH
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foolish one is actually so stucky coded im sick. taylor count ur days.
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candy
ellie williams x reader
🫧 happy valentines day to all my beautiful followers | enjoy this vday special 🩷 am i uploading this ar midnight because a bitch had classes and work yes but its valentines (was technically) IM GGONNA WRITE AN ELLIE FIC 🧘♀️
🫧 inspired by the song candy by doja cat | bed of roses PT2
🫧 description: fluffy, cute surprises, reader knows how to know paint a bit, just fluff, cute fluff,ellie sings to you (i took the scene from the game because i cherish it sm) smut, SLUT SMUT💋, power dynamic, dom!ellie, sub!reader, you and ellie live together, reader is PUSSYHUNGRY (mmm im so- i would do anything for that tsunami), reader eats out ellie on stairs (you’re welcome), fingering, praises, no use of y/n, use of petnames like doll, mama, and good girl, very little degradation, hair pulling, clit sucking, face grinding, cum eating, just ellie getting eaten so good! enjoy
She's just like candy, she's so sweet
but you know that it ain't real cherry
know that it ain't real cherry
🫧
it was valetines day today which meant ellie got to spoil you rotten; it is very well- deserved.
you would always be very thoughtful with your gifts.
this valentines day, you sneakily woke up around 1 AM and worked until dawn on customizing a wooden workstation that you got her for her artwork.
you knew you had work in the morning but you would do anything for the woman who’s protected you, provided for you, and pleased you.
you painted the workstation very carefully a dark earth-green. you let each coat of paint dry before beginning to carefully paint details on it.
you were going to paint symbols for each of her favorite memories onto it. you took references from her own beautiful drawings.
one of the details you painted were the beginning of Joel’s; now her guitar, painting even the moth.
one of the guitar strings then ran around the whole work-station, dragging the brush till the end.
you began to draw small moths and different flowers with herbs carefully placing them along the string line.
lastly, finishing it up by drawing a silhouette of the both of your bodies intertwined, then painting an outline of ellie’s knife and joel’s gun side by side on the side of her workbench.
once you were done, you carved both of your initials into the side of the workbench.
you transfered all of her essentials from the small broken down drawers; that could barely hold up to her made with so much love customized workstation.
you made your way back into your shared warm bed, careful not to wake up ellie.
sunrise made its way into the sky, ellie waking up now as you now slept.
ellie noticed you got up in the middle of the night, searching for your warmth but she shrugged it off before knocking into slumber again.
ellie got up very quietly, planting a kiss on your head before heading into her work room to get her guitar.
she walked into her art room, stepping as she scans the room. she immediately stopped in her steps, her eyes falling onto your beautiful workstation.
ellie’s heart pounds outside of her chest, tears wanting to form in her hazel eyes as a rush of emotions take over her.
she walks around the small wooden dark-green station, her handing brushing it softly as she takes in your designs.
she couldnt help but think about although you had work sadly on valetines day, you still did this for her.
this was bigger than the world to ellie.
you were the most perfect girl and if one thing was for certain, ellie would be spending an eternity of valetine’s day with you.
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I can be your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot
Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot
I can be your cherry, apple, pecan,
or your key lime
Baby, I got everything and so much more than she's got
you were now currently at work, you hated how you got called in today.
you asked ellie if she was going to be good with you going to work today, in which she responded by pulling down your panties.
lets just say, you had a very pleasant morning before going into work.
while you were away at work, ellie got to work on her surprise because eating your cum for breakfast wasn’t enough.
she went to almost all the floral shops she could, selling them out of their pink and red roses.
ellie covered the entryway with petals, even the staircase that leads upstairs, and leading all the way up into your room.
the living room, she had a fairy lights hung along with pink lit candles on the ground.
ellie had a huge case of flowers waiting for you, wrapped in the arrangement of your inital.
that was only the downstairs, your room was filled with more surprises.
your shared bed was covered in rose petals, a couple small gifts waiting for you while your surprise gift was tucked away by ellie.
ellie finished up any last miniute preparations before you came home from work.
she changed from her pj shirt and boyshorts from this morning to a flannel with a black-tee and some baggy shorts that exposed her Calvin Klein lining.
She's just like candy, she's so sweet
But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry
She's just like candy, she's so sweet (She's so sweet)
But you know that it ain't real, know that it ain't real
🫧
you came home a bit exhausted but excited because you picked up a teddy bear that held a heart with the writing “i love u” on it from a street vendor, leaving your job.
once you made it home, beginning to turn the keys to step through your front door.
you open the door to see your beautiful auburn-hair girlfriend.
she was sitting there on your shared loveseat, her beautiful fingers strumming her guitar.
the melodious tone from the strums of her guitar strumming the song your love for each other shares.
she began to sing softly “talking away” your hand cant help but go ovee your mouth as you felt tears begin to form.
the sound of her silky voice singing through your ears, making your heart pound and face hot.
“today’s another day to find you”
you could listen to ellie sing for the rest of your life, tears were already streaming down your face. ellie couldn’t look you in the eyes while she sang because if she did, she wouldn’t be able to finish.
you made her heart go a million miles per minute like a schoolgirl crush.
you made her stomach flutter like she was born with a butterfly nest inside her.
you made her soul shine like the sun after never-ending rain.
ellie finished serenating you, putting her guitar down
she finally looked up at you, clutching a teddy bear with tears streaming down your face.
before ellie could say anything, you ran into her arms; immediately taking you in to her embrace.
this was a feeling words couldn’t express, but only actions.
your heart felt like it was going to pop out of your chest with the clash of ellie’s lips onto yours.
you weren’t alone with ellie barely being able to catch her breath but so desperate for you.
the way your lips moved with such hasty movement but yet still passionately and amorously.
you began to walk towards the staircase, lips not leaving a moment. your eyes slightly opening time to time to make sure you were guiding you and ellie correctly.
“all i wanted-“ you began but were interrupted by her lips again.
“all day was to” ellie pulled away momentarily to let you continue.
“come home to this” you whined out against her lips, your tongue slightly licking over them.
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Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper
It's addictive, you know this, but you still lick the wrapper
Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper
It's addictive, you know this, but you still lick the wrapper
you were fillied with arousal and need to please as you dropped to your knees…on the staircase. you could careless at this given moment.
your hands ran through her back, feeling each crevess of each toned muscle, then coming back around to her arms.
you gave her strong-toned arms a soft squeeze before having them go up to her chest. you needed to have her.
“doll i got a surprise in the room, lets-” ellie begins but you didn’t care.
“no” you said, looking her in the eyes as you unzip and unbutton her shorts “right here, right now” you whine out, pulling down ellie shorts completely.
ellie would be lying if she said you dying to eat her out on each other’s staircase wasn’t the hottest thing, especially on fucking valentine’s day.
it was you, how could she deny you.
“that desperate, mama?” she teases you as you peck her toned abdomen. you gave her a slight whimper as you nod.
she brings herself down to sit on the stairs, grabbing you by your jaw to pull you in for a kiss.
your lips meet again, your hand traveling down into her boxers immediately feeling seeping slick cunt “you drive me insane” you moan out, your mind was so drunk by her.
she had you high on her scent, taste, look, and touch. anything ellie did could have you on your knees, just like this.
your fingers begin to rub her clit in circular motion causing her breathing to hitch and soft moans of content escape her mouth as your lips travel down to her neck.
you begin to suck on the skin as your fingers massaged her clit, slightly putting pressure here and there causing ellie to let out gentle-yet-loud groan.
ellie’s hips began to rise to meet your hand “my beautiful doll-s’good f’me” she mumbled under her breathy moans.
you were sure you left her a purpletrail from her neck leading into her shoulder before going down a couple more steps.
you waste no time in pulling off her boxers, meeting with her wet pussy “s’pretty els, i love you.” you were just completely dazed by ellie at this point, wanting to please her and have her taste on you for days.
“you gonna drool or eat up, doll?” ellie smirks, she knew the effect she had on you and it made you fiend to please her even more.
your hands go to spread her thighs open a bit more before diving your head in between her legs. you met face to face with her juiced pussy, her slick coating your tongue as you lick a stripe.
“ah fuck, doll!” ellie moans out, her hips slightly bucking against your face as her hand had a grip on your hair.
the way you were on your knees on these steps buried into ellie’s pussy, your tongue collects her juices as you begin to swirl your tongue around her clit sucking softly.
she tasted just like candy, you grab her one of her thighs, hooking it up to balance on your shoulder.
the wider angle made her throw her head back “s’fuck doll! just like that. eat it just like that.” her vile voice praising the way you took the way she slopped her pussy against your tongue.
ellie began to work herself towards her orgasm on your tongue, her hand following the movement of your head.
you ate her out like this was your last meal, not wanting to let a single drop “god fuck-y-you’re insane!” she whined out as you worked you fucked her with yout tongue.
ellies stomach stomach flexes, her toned abdomen becoming more prominent as her breathy moans turn into pants and loud gutteral moans as you took your free hand; licking her asshole all the way up to her clit.
“fuck fuck fuck, doll! s’such a good girl” ellie’s hand swore she could’ve pulled your hair our by now but you could careless, the only thing on your mind was making this woman cum.
she deserved the way you ate her with delight, completely letting her use your face for her orgasm.
your nails dig into her thigh as you feel yourself slowly loosing your breath; but you were not leaving till she had came all over your face.
“s’close god! youre such a fuckin’ slut f’me.” her orgasm finally riding out.
“atta girl, lick it all up again.” she praises, pulling you back up from her pussy to her lips, tasting herself momentarily before her hand finds the back of your head guiding you to the white cum-beed that seaped out of her now fucked-out hole.
you licked her from asshole up, completely picking up her cum onto the tip on tongue causing you moan out as your lips were wrapped around her.
once you pulled away meeting her eyes, her cum covering your lips causing your face to glisten lightly.
“you’re a demon” ellie brings you into her embrace on the stairs.
“its not my fault you’re my favorite candy”
🫧
She's just like candy, she's so sweet
But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry
She's just like candy, she's so sweet
a/n > part 2 ??? 😇
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priest!vox x male!reader
cw; religious imagery, belly bulging, impact play,
a/n; this is so fuckin messy im so sorry i was possessed by this au idea. happy easter. ill try to work on requests tonight
in life vox was a televangelist who stole money from dying people to pay for private jets. and in death he's a demon with a tv on his head and the conviction to convert. every converted soul belongs to him, every soul a stepping stone as he climbs to the top. not much has changed.
well. until you walked into his life.
if the demon wants to preach then he needs something to worship. it doesn't matter how you got his soul but it belongs to you. he doesn't hate it too much except for when he does because you let him keep the facade of power. he can be the big tv man all he wants. in the end he belongs to you.
in the end he crawls on his knees before you every night. he says sweet begrudging praises as you grind your foot on his thigh. you drag his leash until he's sat between your legs and you tell him to pray.
his mouth so clumsily goes up your thigh before you have him gratefully kissing your thick cock. and before he knows it he's static and buzzing as you fuck his throat. his own cock is hard underneath his suit and perfect for you to grind your foot on until hes begging to cum.
once you've fucked his throat til he's dizzy the real fun starts. you take your time gingerly removing his clothes before you order he do the same. every article of clothing he slides off your body is followed by static-y kisses and gently worshipping touches. he helps you step out of your pants and begins slowly tracing his fingers up your legs before you give a harsh tug on his leash.
"what's that for-" he starts to growl but when he looks up into your sharp eyes he silences himself.
"Look at me, Vox." You command him in a voice that sends shivers up his spine. You grab his chin with one hand and examine him carefully, watching as his eyes follow you with rapt intensity.
"Tell me who you belong to." You order and he lets out a shakey breath before he repeats your name back to you.
"Tell me who you worship." You move your bodies closer until your considerable height is looming over him. Again he says your name with a shakey voice.
"Who is your god?" Your grip on his chin tightens hard enough to crack his screen. He yelps before he declares your name as firmly as he can.
You shove him to the bed and climb over his slim and small body. It's so easy to hold his arms above his head. It's so easy to treat his body like a toy. His lanky limbs move over your shoulders as you line your girthy cock with his already stretched hole. Your repeated nights of "worship" have stretched him out to perfectly fit your cock. You slide into him watching his face glitch as you press against his sweet spot.
"Do you want to go to heaven Voxxy?" You coo so sweetly as if it's a gentle promise.
"Please- Please please please-" Already he's begging for you. He craves the salvation only you can give him.
And with his pleading you drag your cock out of his needy hole. And then you slam your cock back in, drilling into him. Your large hands grab his thin wrists as you begin a steady and brutal pace, you use his arms as leverage to dig your cock deeper. You can both see the outline of it clear in his stomach with every rough thrust. The sound of skin slapping mixes with the buzz of electronic malfunction as your cock melts Vox's brain.
"Go-ah- God please please- God ru-ruin me" His voice is so pretty.
Of course you have to. You flip him on his stomach and one hand goes to push his head to the pillow while the other wraps around his cock. You begin fisting his cock relishing in the muffled buzzes of delight only interrupted by his whorish begging. He begs so pretty.
"Please save me fr-from my sin- Please- Salv-AH-tion. Mercy. Fuck. Please please please-"
You press your thumb so cruelly to his slit.
"You don't get to cum before your god."
And he sobs. But he still thanks you. Of course he'd thank his god.
He thanks you for every bruise, every hand print on his ass, every second he can't breathe, every minute of pain and unbearable pleasure you subject your dear priest to. After you make sure he thanks you, then you'll reward him with kisses and gentle stroking of his cock. Nothing that's enough for him.
Even when you finally fill his ass with cum he still sobs and begs and pleads. You have to slap his ass just to make him behave.
"Say your prayer." You order and your ever obedient priest complies.
He begins his soft prayer to you thanking you for ruining his sinful body. And between his legs you increase your gentle strokes until he's shouting and crying. You squeeze his pathetic cock as you milk him of his cum and spill it all on the bed below.
That's not the end. It only marks the beginning as you begin your jackhammering thrusts again.
But once you allow him to lay limp in your arms you give him a gentle kiss.
"Such a good boy. I'll have to reward you." You could swear after you spoke his buzzing sounded like purring.
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ok,i made an intro for my homework video in one take basically
i can go sleepy now (〜 ̄▽ ̄)〜
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GENSHIN MEN & WRITING LOVE LETTERS TO YOU .
characters. xiao zhongli diluc kaeya childe neuvillette x gn!reader
genre. romantic domestic fluff.
an. in honour of @celestiamail 's opening! also long distance with the men. eugh| please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D
xiao
xiao's letters to you often come short, sweet, and straight to the point. he saves his love for when he next meets you – it's almost as if him in person and him who writes the letters are two different people. you've learnt to manage your expectations though – that is how xiao thinks, and it doesn't mean that he loves you any less. in fact, he loves you so much, he prefers to show you his love in person.
zhongli
quite unlike xiao, zhongli's letters to you are frequently long-winded. he goes on and on and on about his day, what he's seen, what he's eaten; you can see the ink colour change due to him running out of ink and having to change, and you chuckle, knowing how your lover is. although long, his words don't seem incessant. you hang on to every word he writes, hungry for more.
diluc
diluc's letters to you seem as if his worries just jump out at you when you first read it. the content is mostly about his concern for you, how are you doing, are you doing well? please talk to me, i'll even send more paper to you, just write to me more often. it's not actually on, you, however – you write to him at least twice a week. he is worrisome, but you know that he cares for you, so so much.
kaeya
when kaeya writes a letter to you, it's often filled with inside jokes that have been underlined and arrowed with a "get it? get it?" memo next to it. it makes you chuckle and mentally reply, "yes, kaeya. i get it.", which you include in your reply letter. kaeya's letters are cheeky, with a hint of good-natured worry – never overprotective, never uncaring, but just right.
childe
childe's letters are always sent with a hint of bittersweetness – with the risk of his job (yes, even though he's a powerful harbinger) – it's never telling which letter would be his last. treasure his familiar handwriting and the sweet, sweet words he uses, and hug it's warmth closer to your chest. his words are sweet, and he always ends it with til the next letter, my love.
neuvillette
neuvillette's letters are always written with never-ending formality – even though you've chastised him through and through that you are his lover, not a client of a court case, the formality of his words never turn off. it's hard enough for him to write with enough delicacy with his limited knowledge on human emotion, and writing in between the lines? he's trying his best, and you make sure that he knows it. he loves you.
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Surface (Sanji x Mermaid!Reader)
Hey everyone! This is part of themermaid/siren series with all the opla/op characters uhhh this one may or may not be a two parter but I actually really like how it turned out! Enjoy!
Warnings: none, jsut some kissing at the end lol
Your father had warned you about humans. He said they were cruel and unkind. Barbaric creatures filled with greed. Of course, you knew he was right, having seen countless pirates raid ships and leave behind sunken treasures for you to collect.
However, among your most recent attempt at running away, you found yourself hiding beneath a mysterious doc. It was dark but also...kind of quiet. Too quiet, and if you knew your humans, it's that they were far from that.
All the boats from earlier were long gone and all you could hear was bickering from inside. You curse yourself for not having your legs yet but quickly hide when the door bursts open. Out storms a taller-looking young man, his sleeves rolled up his forearms as he lights what you had learned long ago was a cigarette.
Your eyes glow with the light briefly. He's pretty, his brows furrowed in anger as he mutters to himself. Something along the lines of "That's idiot..." and "I'd rather die than serve that." The water moves around you when you try to move closer and his gaze flickers to you.
First it's fear, he scoots away, startled that you had been watching him. In turn, the action frightens you and you dive beneath the surface, feeling like swimming away was foolish considering you'd been spotted and the whole point of running away was to not go back to where you ran from...well swam in this case.. His voice is muffled with the water but you peak just above the source to hear him a little better.
"I-Im sorry if I scared you, are you alright?" He hums, leaning over the edge as you place your hands over the top of his, using your upper body strength to lift upwards. There was no such thing as personal space with how close you were, noses were centimeters away.
He swallows hard, the cigarette long discarded but you can smell the tobacco on his lips. Speaking of which those looked awfully pretty, slightly pink and glossy as his face seemed to brighten with a nice hue of red. You pull yourself further out of the water, resulting in him scooting back.
At this point, you might as well be straddling him with the way your arms cage him in this one spot. You still didn't answer his question but that didn't matter. Your father would kill you if he saw how close you were to this human. Your lips part as you go to speak but you can't seem to form words when he's pushing wet hair from your face to reveal more of it to him.
"Much better." He hums, swallowing hard at your features. Were all mermaid this beautiful?
"What is this place?" You finally ask, looking over the shape of the building in awe. You fin flops over the deck the slapping making him flinch a bit but he soon focuses backto answeitn your question.
"It's a resturant, angel fish." He hums, making you snap your gazse back to him.
"I'm not angel fish? You've met my her? She doesn't even like the surface! Wait 'til I tell-"
His laugh stops your rant and he shakes his head. It's obvious any flirting or metaphor would go right over your head. Maybe they used different expressions under the sea.
"It's not funny! Call me Y/n! I'm a Princess you know! My father rules the sess!" You boast, despite knowing you practically went AWOL on the whole royalty thing.
"Well Princess, why aren't you at your castle? Hm?" He questions making you narrow your gaze. Sure he was cute but how dare he question royalty?!
_____________1 week_______________
You didn't expect to find yourself falling for the blonde. Every day he would come out for his smoke breaks and talk to you, tell you about the kitchen inside, share his food with you, and even tell you about his dream...which you found particularly interesting considering that's where you came from. You keep that bit to yourself though.
One evening, the blond who you had come to learn was named Sanji took his usual break with you, your head resting in your hands as you listened to him talk. You had found yourself doing everything all merfolk were forbidden of...Falling in love.
It didn't exist where you came from...well at least that's what your father said. And it was partially why you left. Maybe Sanji could tell you more about it? You swallow down any anxieties and speak, seeing his gaze grow ever more fond wherever you open your mouth. You'd probably never know this, but Sanji thought your voice was the most beautiful sound in the entire ocean.
"Sanji, tell me more about love." You ask, seeing his face go red again.
That was always so funny to you, humans, and how they change colors. But he was special, you liked to think he only turned red when he talked to you. You wouldn't be wrong.
"U-Uh weel, what about it?" He chokes, leaning against a wooden post as you chatted.
"What does it feel like? Do you feel like that forever?" You ask, feeling your midsection dry with how you were positioned. Sanji looked up as if to think for a moment before answering. Gods he always looked so beautiful.
"Well, sometimes. Love is, complicated. It's warm and it can be unforgiving sometimes. It's like finally feeling like you have something no one else does. Love is like...." He pauses, biting his lip when he sees you, how intrigued you are.
"Is it like...how it feels to talk to you?" You whisper, pulling yourself more forward, the water sliding past your hips and thighs.
It's quiet now, Sanji's hands can't seem to figure out what to do so he settles for keeping them at his sides.
"What does that feel like?" He whispers curiously, watching you crawl toward him now, your tail somehow disappearing the closer, and dryer you got.
You can't help but revel in how he looks. As if he'd fall apart with your next words. He's breathing heavily now, eyes moving up and down your body and to your lips. There's a look behind his eyes that tells you everything you need to know
"It feels just like you said...warm."
And witht hat his hands are firm at your hips as your lips more impatiently together, your newly formed legs smoothing against the fabric of his slacks when you sitt pretty on his lap. This feeling could have very well just been lust, but like Sanji said, love is complicated.
Perhaps this is why your father forbids the surface.
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“oh, god, no...” — or an alt title: three people bonding over random things as alex makes a horrible decision
one of his worst ideas ever. he’s never doing it ever again.
a/n ckckckckcck i love u dino anon but i was a bit stumped on where this could go BUT i give u surprise to make it more fun i love love love alex my i wanna say pookie but i cant take that word seriously. also im guilty of oversharing roolore in these suposedly shorter chapters. and now that im realizing things this kinda suck lawl
THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD
after a long day of media, roo was finally free to do whatever she pleased (that being going back to her hotel and pass out until whatever time her body wakes up). currently, she’s slipping on her backpack and taking her phone out, scrolling mindlessly on her contacts until she found the right name.
“where the hell are you?” she starts, holding her phone to her face. “alright. you wanna watch a movie ‘til we pass out?” she paused waiting for an answer as she walks out of the building, “‘kay, i’ll meet you out front.”
just as she clicked her phone off, she looked up to be met with a face that just… stood there with a smile—making her jump and scream in surprise, catching the attention of people around.
when she collected all her life (that had been scattered when she got spooked) she took notice of the source of her heart-attack. he smiled innocently still, as if he’s done nothing wrong.
“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!”
alex, the culprit in question didn’t falter (though he did flinch a little bit at her outburst), he saw this one coming and to be quite frank, he did this to himself.
“i deserved that.” he closed his eyes in acceptance of defeat. alas, he brushed it off, he moved to her side and slung a hand around her shoulder. she was about to shrug him off but decided against it. “how would you feel about helping me pick my next hair color?”
that piqued her interest, she finally looks up to come face-to-face with him again, though now a smile graced her face like a cheshire cat.
his face fell. he was starting to slowly regret his decision.
without another word, a large grin still etching her face, she fished her phone out of her pocket and started scrolling through something. when alex tried to take a peek, she immediately moved away to prevent him from doing so mumbling something along the lines of ‘corporate secrets’.
he made a face at her words. but when she finally showed him her screen, he felt as if the face he made before was a bit premature.
“what the hell is that?!” he exclaimed.
she moved her phone so she could see the picture for herself seeing not what she had opened before but rather a video instead, “oh, sorry, this was from my pitbull concert. he’s great, isn’t he?” she happily showed him the video again.
he gave her another face.
“right, uh, here.” she showed him the correct picture.
he paused. “…what is that supposed to be?”
looking at the picture again, she took a second to think about it then shrug, “neon green/yellow-ish, give or take.”
his mouth drops at her direction. “what do you mean?”
“what do you mean, ‘what do i mean’?” she takes a look at his shocked face then decided to continue, “i mean: neon green/yellow-ish!” pausing, thinking back her words, “give or take!” she pauses again and re-clarified much calmer, “okay, maybe a bit more faded and muted.”
he shook his head, non-verbally ending that part of the discussion.
“where are we even going to get that kind of color?”
she shrugs, “i know a guy.”
the two girls were now currently sitting on the couch, the doberman peacefully laying between them—her eyes too, like theirs, glued to the television playing jurassic park when suddenly a knock came, shifting all three of the girls’ attention towards it.
roo was about to get up to check who it was. being who she was, she had to be extra careful who to let into her living quarters.
“it’s me!” the other side announced.
she looked away from the door and blinked, her brows screwing together in thought until she realized who that voice belonged to.
“alex?” she tested the waters.
“yeah!”
she sighed, her eyes then looking expectantly at the dog that lied beside her, tilting her head as if she were the dog asking their owner for something.
the dog whimpers as if groaning at her request. alas, she jumped off the couch begrudgingly walking towards the door and jumping up to open it.
“he— huh?” alex stopped in his tracks when instead of seeing his friend right behind the door, she was way far sitting on the couch with her friend. she greeted him nonetheless then motioning her hand towards the dog that sat quaintly besides the door, smiling up at him happily.
“oh!” he raised his brows in surprise then bending down to pet the dog who happily accepted, “who’s this fella?” he asked in a high-pitched voice, his accent stronger than usual.
“that’s jet, she’s mine.” roo answered from the couch, jurassic park long forgotten. “what are you doing here?” she asked the brit.
alex then moved his attention away from the dog, his hand still petting her chin, “uhm—i need your help.”
“with what?” her voice slightly gurgling from taking a sip of her drink.
he then holds up the boxes of hair dye with a forced awkward smile.
she gave him a look, “what about your girlfriend?”
“busy today,” he shrugged.
“then do it tomorrow.” she counters.
“okay, fine, i’m bored and alone.” he confessed.
she wanted to help; she really did but—
she groaned loudly; head thrown back to rest on the back of the couch.
“would you believe me if i say my ass is glued and have already morphed into this couch?”
“i would, actually.”
suddenly, from far behind on the other side of the couch—her presence almost forgotten—nika made herself present, “i’ll help. my ass is getting tired of the couch and i’m pretty good with handling people’s hair; i actually spent a summer working in my mom’s salon once.”
roo the gasped, turning around to face her friend with her jaw slack in shock—sarcasm written all over her face—“you had a job? like an actual job? once upon a time?”
“oh shut the fuck up,” she waved off the racing driver and stood up from her seat on the couch over to the other. “now get up, let’s do this.”
about a half an hour into their attempt, nika and alex had set up a mini salon chair using one of the hotel’s dining table chairs with a layer of plastic sitting on the ground. the latter sat on a chair in the middle of the room with a cloth draped over the top of his body. if anyone were to come in through the front door right now, they would assume kidnapping with a side of chemical testing. nika herself had changed into one of her uglier shirts incase they would accidentally get some dye on it.
the alfa romeo driver, on the other hand, still sat where she was the entire time unmoving and un-helping, now having the large dog sat on her lap feeding treats off of her hand while the other scratches the dog between her ears.
“alright. i think that’s all of your hair.” the girl stepped back from her friend’s friend’s hair, admiring the work she’s done. “now we wait. —good luck al,” she said as she took off the plastic gloves that were now mostly green.
alex—whose chair was facing the door for some reason—gripped the chair with his two (clean) hands and moved it around along with himself so he can face the couch. “so…” he looked between his co-worker and her friend, “does she just… go everywhere with you?”
“yeah.” she answered shortly before continuing, “you guys have wags i have… this.”
he looked at nika again, “no offense to you, but—”
“it’s fine, have you met her?” she shrugged pointing at the little shit she unfortunately calls a friend.
he chuckled then continued, “what about daisy-mae? i thought she was your best friend?”
“she is. this one’s just fit baggage claim. plus—daisy’s a serious scholar she’s still very busy getting her degree.”
from the kitchen sink, nika scoffed, “yeah, while she’s stuck with me around the world, mae’s stuck with atticus in college.”
alex the jumped into the conversation at the familiar name, “oh! the drummer, right?”
“yes.”
“oh—hey,” nika turned around from the sink and walked to the closest counter to the two friends, “there’s still quite some left, who wants it?”
as if sensing an idea in the air, jet jumps off roo’s lap and ran into another room.
said girl sighs, “man, knew jet was too smart for trips like this. should’ve known i should’ve brought bennie instead.”
as if the dog heard her, a bark came from the other room.
“whatever. i guess that’s one option out the window,” she turns to nika over the counter, “do me!” she smiles happily.
“alright. your death wish.”
alex, who was momentarily smiling, dropped his previous expression, “wait what—”
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lilymhe why did u have to dump babysitting duties
and gooddyeyoung thank u for the hair dye i love hayley williams 🥰
and uh i guess awstenknight thanks for the hookup and free dye
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te1enoviyuh backbiteroo myself. i am a grown woman.
selvnika the nika salon is now open for business 🥰
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selvnika te1enoviyuh kiss yourself.
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part 2 - [Lost in Madrid]
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author note: jude is annoying but whats new + im too lazy to proofread. hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think about it!!
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series.masterlist // part three
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“but, how do i know what participle form to use?”
you turn around to face adriana, one of your students in this course, “well, unfortunately you actually have to learn those.”
at your response, you could see hear shoulders sack a bit, muttering a spanish curse word under her breath.
“but,” you speak up again, hoping to lift up her spirits, “you’ll know them in no time, they’re easy to remember.”
nodding, she smiles at you before continuing to work on her report that she needs to wrote by the end of the month, something to monitor her progress in class.
sighing, you look around the class room, eyes focusing on the windows. it has been almost a month of you being here, teaching and helping around the center, and though it’s still a bit slow, you surely find different aspects to nite down for your thesis.
“hey, pretty teacher!” a voice appears by the door, making you tear away your eyes from the trees outside to look at the person.
“ah, lorenzo, buen día.” you smile at lorenzo, a new friend of yours.
you guys have been introduced to another by hernan, who claims that since you are in the same age range, you would get along even better than with others in the center. and he wasn’t wrong. even if you haven’t known lorenzo for a long time, you still find yourself enjoying his presence quite a lot, feeling comfortable enough to talk about various things with him during your lunch break. however, señor lagarde is still your favorite person, him giving you the feeling of an uncle that is also a father figure.
you walk up to him, looking at your students briefly before placing your attention on him.
“are you done with your group?”
lorenzo nods, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms in front his chest. they looked bigger this way, really good even, you admit. but you try to focus on his brown eyes instead, which are already looking at your face.
he turns his head to the side, smiling slightly, “i only had the younger ones today, they work fast. how about you, linda?”
you mirror his smile, “yeah, almost. they started their reports today, that is why it’s taking a bit longer.”
your gaze moves up to the clock on the wall, eyes widening as you see the time, “guys! you can already pack and leave for your practical lessons, the coaches wanted to start earlier today!”
choruses of “sí”s and “gracias”s are heard throughout the class, everyone is packing up and leaving the room, but not before wishing you a nice day.
“shall we go home together?” lorenzo pushes his body off the door frame, hand going through his dark hair to push it out of his forehead.
you move back to your desk, quickly packing your stuff, “can’t, i promised señor to watch his team play today.”
“want me to stay with you?”
smiling at his offer, you shake your head, kindly declining, “it’s fine, señor and i get along really well.”
“pero, what if that guy bothers you again?” his eyes sharpen and his lips are drawn into a straight line, though you can’t help but chuckle a bit at his behavior.
“no one bothers me! it was an accident!” you explain, putting your bag on your shoulder and walking out the room.
lorenzo is hot on your heels, not satisfied with your answer, “was that thing during lunch also an accident?”
thinking back, you pause a bit, unsure of what to say, “well, i don’t know? maybe he didn’t see me.”
scoffing, he shakes his head, “if you say so, but let’s get lunch outside next time, yes?”
“yeah, we’ll see.”
you bid your goodbyes and start to walk to the open field, thinking about the situation lorenzo was referring to,
“it’s so hot today.” you groan, moving along the line with your plate at hand.
“wait til it is august, it’s even worse then.” lorenzo replies, a smile dancing on his lips.
as you move up to the place for your drinks, you get yourself a coffee and some fruit, balancing them on your way to your seat.
but, right before you arrive at your table, someone bumps into your shoulder, causing the hot coffee to spill over your hand.
“ow, fuck. shit shit shit-“ you quickly put the coffee and plate down, shaking your hand for some relief.
“didn’t see you there.” a familiar voice behind you says, making your eye twitch.
“usually,” begin, turning around to face the british footballer, “one would apologize, instead of saying something like that.”
however, jude just nods, eyes focused on something else as he already begins to walk away, “yeah, ‘m sorry.” is all he says before he moves to the table to sit next to his friends.
scoffing, you looking down at your hand, which still feels hot, “stupid fucker.”
that trip down memory lane makes you scoff and you try shaking your head to get out of it.
but you also didn’t want to think too badly of someone you didn’t know, because who knows? maybe he has had a bad day that day? maybe he wasn’t feeling well?
instead of focusing on that, you try to focus on your view ahead, a happy señor lagarde that was explaining something to the players lined up in front of him.
in order not to bother him, you quietly move to your seat, a bit further away from the field than last time, just to be safe. you put your bag on the ground and rest your hands on your hips, eyes still looking at the people on the field. this time, there are more players than before, from different age groups and all of them play professional football here in madrid.
everything goes according to the schedule for a while, nothing too exciting. the sun is still high up in the sky, its rays heating up the entire place, resulting the players to sweat excessively during their training. you try to stay professional, you really do, but seeing some of the elder players running around the field, their shirts clinging onto their body and the sweat rolling down their neck, just makes you appreciate you internship a little more than necessary.
your daydreams come to an end when you hear someone call out your name, making you tear away your gave from the grass on your feet.
“can you bring us some water bottles?” you hear the british player - what was his name again? - yell at you, voice booming over the entire pitch.
you open your mouth, wanting to yell back, something along the lines that you aren’t some water bottle holder or whatever. but, you hold back, deciding on being mature about it and doing what he asked [demanded] you to do.
you get up, grab the bag with water bottles and start walking towards the group of people. opening the bag, you let each of them grab out a bottle, hearing small “thank you’s” as you pass them. as you turn around to walk back, you feel something around your foot, causing you to slightly trip, though it is nothing major and you catch yourself immediately. you turn around, looking at your feet first before your gaze moves up, staying locked at the face of the british player, whose eyes look everywhere but your direction.
you bite your tongue, trying your best not to say anything you might regret later. you continue your way back to your seat, leaving the now empty water bag next to it.
as practice slowly comes to an end, you start to pack up your book and pen, thinking about what you could cook for dinner when you arrive home.
“are you a new coach here?”
looking up, you see jaden - at least that is what you think his name was - looking down at you, a towel slung around his neck and hands resting on his hips. his dark eyes look directly into yours, creating a weird feeling in your stomach.
are you getting sick? due to the weather changes perhaps?
“no,” you shake your head amd get up from your seat, his eyes never leaving yours and watching every movement from your side, as if you’re some kind of prey.
weirdo.
“i do an internship here, something with languages.”
the expression on his face morphs into one of enlightenment, “yeah, makes more sense.”
offended, your eyebrows draw together, getting ready attack this guy in front of you, “what is that supposed to mean?”
“nothin’” he throws his hands up in defense, “but, like, c’mon, y’know what i mean.”
“no, no i do not know what you mean,” you take a step forward, “why are you so rude?”
“‘m not rude! just trying to start a conversation.”
“well, you suck at that.”
now, he is the one offended, mouth open in shock, “no i don’t?” his accent was thick, maybe because he was getting worked up, “you suck at getting a conversation going!”
“no, i don’t!”
“you do, though.”
rolling your eyes you move away, making your way to the exit, “go away, jaden.”
he follows you, “it’s jude.”
“that’s what i said.”
“wow, you’re rude.” jude says, coming to a halt when you arrive at the door.
“me?” your eyes widen in anger? or is it frustration? you aren’t sure, but this guy surely knows how to awaken these emotions in you, “you’re the rude one! you never properly apologized for what happened during lunch!”
“i did!”
sighing, you close your eyes for a second, your nerves running thin, “listen, i gotta go-“
“want me to come with you.” his smirk makes you want to crave out his eyeballs, though you hold yourself back.
he is just a boy, he is just a boy, he is just a boy-
“woah, are you that happy that you forgot how to talk?” he speaks up again, smirk widening.
“have a nice day.” you monotonously reply, opening the door and closing it abruptly behind yourself.
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you always liked to say that fate was mostly by your side due to your positive thinking and avoidance of negative attitudes. but that luck must have come to an end.
after that talk with jude - not jaden, you really have to start remembering names better - you hoped to avoid being around him as much as you could, not because he did anything wrong, but just to safe yourself from another [annoying] conversation with that guy.
as already mentioned, however, fate seems to enjoy to throw you into situations where avoiding him was nearly impossible.
whenever you walked onto the pitch during your weekly practical classes, he was already there, yelling inaudible things at your direction and laughing at every mishap that happens to you. whether it was spilling the water because you got scared by a loud noise, or because your phone slipped out of your hands.
during lunch breaks, he seems to make it his very own mission to stand in your way, taking away the last piece of cake or taking extra long to choose a meal option, and what not.
at first you thought that he might just want to tease his teammates, they have always had a playful relationship amongst themselves, not a second passing without a laugh or giggle. but every time he did something that annoyed you, his eyes were already focused on yours, teasing smirk almost inviting you to punch it away.
“i just don’t understand what he wants from me.” you decide to rant to one of your colleagues during your break, expression sour.
“well,” she begins, chuckling a bit, “maybe he wants to get to know you?”
you feel like laughing, not believing the words coming out her mouth.
“yeah? and that is why his shots always ‘accidentally’ hit my legs?” you point out, rolling your eyes as you lean back in your chair, “i just want a relaxing internship, dealing with a child was not on my bingo card.”
amanda, your colleague, laughs at your comment, leaning against the table, “that is how footballers flirt! you should give him a chance-“
“give whom a chance?” lorenzo interrupts your conversation, taking a seat next to you, his arm behind the back of your chair.
“no one.” you answer, looking at amanda knowingly, “i was just telling her about some dude.”
“who?”
“irrelevant.” you dismiss the topic and look at the time, eyes widening when you register what time it is. “i have to go, señor lagarde needs my help today.”
as you leave the room, you hear amanda shout at you, something along the lines to enjoy your time.
“ah, linda! great timing!” you are greeted by señors deep voice as soon as you step onto the pitch, your bag now left by the benches.
“i’m here to help!” you reply, laughing as he puts an arm around your shoulder.
his eyes focus on the players on the field, all of them shouting something in spanish, sometimes more curse words than actual commands.
“so,” señor begins, bending down to grab a football, “all you have to do is throw the ball and they pss it back with their head, yes? and i will tell them to either go high or low.”
nodding, you take the ball from his hands and walk towards one of the cones that are spread on the field.
blowing his whistle, señor gathers the players around you two, explaining the next exercise in spanish.
“i will do the younger ones, you have older.” he tells you, also grabbing a ball.
“okay, sure.” you look up, though your smile immediately vanishes are you are met with a smiley jude at the beginning of the line.
“miss me?” his teasing made your ears bleed - not really, but you are pretty sure that it would happen soon enough - and you bite back a groan.
“alto.” your voice is low, eyes focusing on throwing the ball the way you need to.
and of course, of course, jude has no problems with passing it back, his technique almost flawless.
this routine goes on for another ten minutes, with jude always throwing sneaky comments in between the times when it is his turn.
at one point, he even stops standing in line, deciding to stand next to you and criticize the way you throw the ball, your pronunciation, the way you stand and you are pretty sure that if he could, he’d also criticize the way you breathe.
“no, no, that was too low, how is he supposed to get that?” - “higher, you gotta go higher!” - “why would you round your back like that?”
you are about to open your mouth, or maybe throw the ball against his face, but fate seems to favor him these days, since your thoughts are interrupted by señors final whistle.
“finally.” you throw your head back and begin to walk to your bag, the heat of the sun finally getting to you.
or maybe it was your nerves that are on the brick of giving up if you have to hear judes horrendous accent any longer.
“we should totally do that again!” jude jogs up next to you, matching you pace as you continue to walk.
you - sarcastically - smile at him, shaking your head, “no need, thanks.”
“no, but, you are shit at throwing the ball properly.”
“or,” you are getting provoked, you knew it, but it was so hard not to, “or maybe you just suck at passing the ball back? maybe you should be the one practicing your technique?”
lies, lies, lies, no matter how awfully you threw the ball at him, jude never made you even take one step to the side, perfectly delivering the ball back into your hands.
he chuckles, “you know that ain’t true.”
“you ain’t true.” your reply is dry, but you couldn’t help yourself.
today was exhausting and judes annoying comments didn’t help either.
“what are you? a kid?” he asks, not getting the hint of leaving you be.
you side eye him, “i’m older than you.”
“yeah i can tell.”
mouth open in surprise, you do the first thing that comes to your mind, which is hitting his back with your flat hand as hard as you could.
jude just giggles, though, finding amusement in your behavior.
“asshole.” is the last thing he hears you say before you walk out the door, not bothering to say any kind of goodbye to him.
“don’t miss me too much, yeah?” he shouts after you, the only reaction he gets is your middle finger, triggering a laugh out of him.
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the sound of a spanish pop song softly playing through the speakers is heard through the entire store, accompanied by the sound of your sneakers rubbing against the ground.
saturdays in madrid are definitely your favorite, you think, the heat of the sun, the sound of children playing on the streets and the shouts and cheers from your neighbors around your block all contribute into that homey feeling you have gained during your first month here. you still struggle to speak the language, the different dialects around town not really helping, but so far you have only met people that are kind enough to offer you their help, regardless of their level of english skills.
the sun starts to set outside, aurora rays shining through the windows, creating a calm and relaxing atmosphere in the store.
you hum along the melody of the song, eyes going through the different snacks that are being displayed in the aisle.
bending down slightly, your finger finds it ways to your lips, tapping it lightly, “where is it?” your voice is low, only for you to hear - or that is what you think.
“you should try the olive oil chips, absolutely slaps.” his voice booms from behind you, startling you and ruining the current vibe.
you turn around, frustration slowly creeping onto your face, “what are you doing here?”
“wow,” jude puts his hands on his hips, teasing smile already present, “not even a hello? how are you?”
“are you stalking me?” is your second question, but you have to admit that it is really childish of you. he might be here to get some snacks, just like how you are. but his presence just triggers something inside you, something you couldn’t explain even if you wanted to.
jude scoffs, smile never leaving his [annoying] face, “you wish i was, huh?”
“i’ll sue you, or whatever!” you threaten, already getting worked up.
“for what? being too handsome?” a smirk dances around his lips, a kind of smirk that you want to slap out of his face [do you really?]
“is said handsomeness with us in the room right now?” your voice is monotonous, making judes eye twitch at your comment.
“maybe get some new glasses, grandma.”
you open your mouth for a comeback, but are interrupted by a new, soft voice.
“honey, did you get the snacks?”
judes eyes move to your face, “‘m tryin’” he winks at you - at least he tries, but it mostly looks like him blinking in a weird way.
you focus on the lady coming up behind judes right side, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that this woman is his mother. jude looks like her a lot, and without wanting to compliment him in any way, you have to admit that she is beautiful. kind smile, warm eyes and beautiful aura surrounding her, you would entrust her your deepest secrets without a second thought.
“mum, this is my friend.” jude tells her your name, repeating the same process of telling you her name, denise. you want to tell him off for calling you his friend, but leave it out for another time.
you smile, stretching out your hand to shake hers, “it is a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”
she shakes your hand, smiling at you, “no need to be so formal, dear, denise is enough.” she tells you.
she turns to face jude, giving him her wallet and telling him something you can’t really make out. facing you once more, denise tells you goodbye and adds that she would like to have you over for some dinner sometime, you can’t really resist and tell her, yes, you’d love to come over and eat dinner. she walks off, disappearing behind another aisle without another word.
now, you focus on the guy in front of you again, his stupid smile making your eye twitch this time.
“why are you standing there?” well, maybe you are rude, and shit do you hate this feeling. jude never did anything too bad for you to treat him this way. you can’t even explain your dislike towards him, it is just something you can’t control, like when you start to dislike a person before even meeting them, not bothering to get to know them anyway. maybe because he made your first few weeks at the center harder than necessary, ticking you off for no reason.
with his mothers wallet in his hand, jude steps closer to you, picking up a snack that is on a shelf behind you, kind of caging you between his body and the shelf. you hold your breath, but his parfume still manages to find its way to your nose. his eyes stare at your face, and though this moment does not last longer than a few seconds, it surely feels like hours, everything going in slow motion.
“we should hang out sometime.” is the first thing he says after he takes a step back, now snack at hand and smile back on his face.
maybe he means well, genuinely interested in a friendship with you, however you still feel the need to get away from him as far as you could, a weird feeling spreading in your stomach after that little moment the two of you had. so you do what you have always done so far, pushing him away.
“not interested, thanks.”
you try to step forward to another aisle, but you way is being blocked by judes body, “no, but like, i am quite fun to be around, maybe you’d finally get a good humor yourself if i influence you enough.”
you roll your eyes, distaste not in the dark, “you? showing me how to have a good humor?”
he nods, a small agreement leaving his lips.
“and, your humor is what? bumping shoulders of others, hitting their legs with footballs,” you pause, recreating a think pause, “hm, what else?”
chuckling, jude mirrors your pose, “well, i think also being a smooth talker?”
that statement tickles a laugh out of you, the sound spilling from your lips clear. your eyes are closed, you won’t see it, but hearing you laugh causes judes smile widen, his cheeks even start to hurt. your smile brightens up your face, your cheeks look full and your pearly whites are present, all an addition to your radiant prettiness.
the warmth he feels is short lived, though, you calm down and simply tell him to get going, starting to walk away yourself.
you hear his footsteps follow you, but decide to not say anything anymore. there is no point of arguing with him any longer, he will be the same annoying jude that you have got to know over the past month. you won’t let him ruin this beautiful evening, everything has been going way too good for that - well, until you met him in the store.
“so,” jude is now walking beside you, grabbing some snacks and drinks on his way, “my place or yours?”
“i don’t want to fuck you, jude.”
“no, no!” he quickly denies, eyes wide, “i mean, we should definitely hang out more, y’know, strengthen our friendship.”
“no, thanks.”
“c’mooon.”
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you open your apartment door, frustration painted on your face.
“just,” you take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. “just take off your shoes and put them next to mine.”
you turn to face the footballer standing behind you, excitement vivid in his face. you don’t know how, or when he did it, whether he just followed you here, but before you could notice it you have had led him to your home. he is just so annoying, winding you up at any given chance, that is why you didn’t notice that he followed you home - or this is what you’d like to tell yourself.
you walk into your kitchen, watching jude who follows you put your groceries onto the counter.
“you still didn’t have to carry them, y’know.” is all you say, a silent ‘thank you’ in your unique way.
jude simply smiles, “my mum would’ve make me sleep outside if i’d let you carry ‘em.”
you push yourself off the counter, moving to sit on your couch as you look up at him, “well, now that you’ve seen my apartment, you can go now, right?”
“no way!” jude decides to take a seat on the other couch, “we still have to eat the snacks i bought and play games!”
you lean your head back against the couch, sighing, “jude, c’mon. ‘m tired.”
“don’t care.”
he gets up again, and you hear some rustling from the kitchen, assuming that he is probably getting the snacks from the bags. you don’t bother to open your eyes when you hear him put bowls onto the coffee table, he will do whatever he wants anyway.
you decide to lift your head up to look at jude, only to find his face inches away from yours.
“what the fuck!” your instincts kick in and you do what first comes to your mind, you, well you slap him, hard.
his face flys to the left, eyes wide open in shock as he stands up straight, his left hand now covering his cheek, “bro, what the fuck is wrong with you!”
“with me!” you put your feet onto the couch, pressing your upper body against its back, “what the hell is wrong with you! why would you even be so close to me!”
“you had something on your face!” is his excuse, scoffing as he sits back on the couch, grabbing a drink from the table.
you shake your head in disbelief, not even bothering to answer him. you grab a bowl and put one of the chips into your mouth, testing the ones jude bragged about when you were still at the store.
“does your mother know that you are currently sitting on the couch in the home of a stranger?” you ask, looking at him.
“wait til she finds out you slapped her precious son, no more dinner for you.” he responds, taking a chip from your bowl even though there is a second one on the table.
“boo-hoo, cry me a river.”
“well, did you know that we live pretty close to each other?” jude skillfully changes the subject, taking another sip from his drink before setting it down, “we should definitely go home together after the practice sessions.”
your eyes wander around your living room, going over the different pieces of furniture around, “another friend of mine already walks with me.”
“ditch them.”
“no? why would i do that?”
“to hang out with me!”
“nah.”
jude crosses his arms in front of his chest, lips pouting slightly, “it’s always the elder ones that are so rude.”
“and you expect me to be friends with your childish self?” with how you much have been rolling your eyes ever since you met jude, you’re scared that they might get stuck one day.
“at least i’d keep the spirit of our friendship alive!”
“i pass.”
and though you don’t notice it, a small smile creeps its way onto your lips, gradually growing the more time you spend with jude sitting in your living room, eating snacks and listening to the different stories he has to tell. you didn’t think that you would spend your saturday evening sitting in your home, listening to some guy with a horrible accent talk about whatever came to bis mind, but it feels relaxing, not having to use your brain for something.
you also don’t notice your eyes feeling heavy, slowly but surely falling shut as you continue to listen to jude, his voice deep but softly telling you about his time in germany and how the people there would treat him.
as soon as he sees your eyes shut and head leaning against the back of the couch, he slowly gets up, careful to not make a sound, and grabs a blanket from the chair in the kitchen, draping it over your sleeping figure. he takes the bowls and drinks, leaving them by the kitchen counter before he moves to the door, putting on his shoes. he looks back one last time, just to check if everything is done, his eyes staying longer on your face than necessary. after a final look, he turns the doorknob and leaves your home, carefully shutting the door behind him.
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KYOJURO RELATIONSHIP HCS
a/n: a little long,, im very passionate abt him <3
fluffy fluffy fluff, a bit of angst in there
PASSIONATE. he’s loud and proud abt u
everyone he sees gets to hear abt u
YOU get to hear about u
u most likely fell first and he fell harder
can, will, and is actively giving u bear hugs from behind and pressing a hundred kisses to the back of ur neck and head the moment he sees u
aaaand then he picks u up and spins u around <3
a very affectionate lover, but he tones it down in public
believe it or not, he’s not all that into PDA!! too modest and respectful
most he’ll do is handholding and a kiss here or there or a hand on the knee if ur sat beside eachother
he will put his hand on ur lower back if he’s guiding u through a crowd, things along those lines
but he will not hug and pick u up and spin u around in public unless it’s been WEEKS and he missed u SO BAD
he misses u. so bad. it’s been an hour and hes missed u.
he’s clingy.
he follows u around wherever u go, holds all ur stuff, makes sure ur beside him
man cannot get enough of ur presence
he loves u so much he barely wants to be apart!! please write to him when he’s on missions :(
knew u were his soulmate immediately, no doubts
he thinks about his future with u everytime he holds ur hand, everytime he thinks of ur face in his thoughts
praise and compliment KING!!! he praises every accomplishment u complete and encourages u to strive for even more!!!
compliments every feature on u, every single feature- ur knuckles, ur legs, ur nose, ur forehead, ur wrists, he adores every part of u
don’t think he forgot about ur personality either! he compliments u on all ur actions- u talk a lot? he loves to listen and thinks ur voice is amazing!! u don’t talk much at all? that’s fine too- he loves to talk and will do all the talking for u!!
he’s everything u need him to be
service boyfriend
u ask, he gives, no hesitation
CONSTANTLY tries to impress u
many ppl say this abt him: he’s the type to be like one of those kids who go “hey watch this!!” and then they jump and do a spin
u better compliment him back
he’s very perceptive, he knows so much about u from little things you’ve mentioned like once
he noticed you were upset after a long day- first he tried enthusiasm and optimism and hugs- then he tried quiet cuddles and kisses on the head- if all else fails he’ll make u a 5 star meal (don’t let him, he’ll make the kitchen an actual mess he can’t control himself)
not everything he does is big, loud and eccentric
he can be quiet and listening and observative when u need it
he’ll be whatever u need and he swears by that til the day he dies
oh, speaking of death do u part- he’s marrying u fast as possible!!!
it’s canon he moves to decisions and conclusions very quick, he made the decision to marry u within the first year
he just loves u!! he can’t envision a future with anyone besides u and his family
he asked u to marry him when u we’re out on a picnic date- he asked it suddenly because he forgot his original plan (this was one of the few times he was nervous! he was confident you’d say yes but the little nagging part of his mind was scared you didn’t love him as much)
obviously,, u said yes (he’s jumping up and down and laughing and spinning u and kissing u he doesn’t care who sees)
one of his vows involves being at your service and will until the very end of your lives, and even after that he promises he’ll continue on being exactly what u need him to be, death won’t even do u part
he’s scared when u get sick,,,
u got sick one time, stuck in bed with a terrible cough and fever
it terrified the life out of him.
he tried to stay positive for you, he tried not to cry as he remembered his mother’s illness and her passing
he dotes on you hand and foot- hell, he took off some of his longer missions so he could stay
when he couldn’t, he had senjuro take care of u
he won’t admit the fear that breaks his poor heart when he sees u cough and groan with a rag over ur forehead, it terrifies him to his core
he can’t lose u too, especially not in the same way he lost his mother
strongly believes his mother would’ve loved you, no matter how u are
if he loves u, he’s confident his mother would too!!
he introduced u to his brother and father one time, took u over for dinner
(his father wasn’t pleased but he barely stayed at the table for 5 minutes sooo)
his brother senjuro adores u tho!! be his pen-pal do it
senjuro won’t admit he was a little intimidated by u at first, he told kyojuro- kyojuro laughed and hugged him and reassured him u were GREAT!!!
how do u comfort a man who puts everyone above himself in priority??
kyojuro may be a bit easier to get to talk about his issues and comfort than others
if u ask, he may push it aside once or twice- but he breaks by the third time u ask “are you sure ur okay, kyo?”
he rarely cries, not from physical pain, not from mental or emotional- but sometimes, we all need that tear flow to let out emotions out
hold him. hold him tight. let him hold u. it’s ur turn to be whatever HE needs in his time of need
tell him he’s okay, tell him ur proud of him, tell him he’s someone who deserves nothing but happiness
he clings onto every word u say, no matter what
it doesn’t take long before his smile returns, then he takes u out to eat as thanks- or he cuddles u the rest of the day, ur decision :)
overall, a passionate, loving, bold lover who will be everything u need him to be at all times
THANK YOU!!
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do you think the nxx ever cries or just… don’t deal with their emotions in a healthy way? they must be so emotionally repressed!
im so sorry but this is worded in a way i find absolutely hilarious omfg. do they cry or do they suck it up til the end of time? KJAHVSJFHAVSLFSFKJA
i like to think they Do cry, but my god it takes a Lot. this goes for All of them. like, we've seen in canon when the nxx boys and rosa cries, and it's usually during/after very high stakes or very emotional situations. some examples off the top of my head are
marius cries in SSR Unconcealable, the card where mc gets KIDNAPPED and then both of them get TRAPPED IN A FREEZER FOR A HOT SEC
mc cries in SSR Peaceful Place because she thought luke got shot and DIED,
luke cries in his Blossom Chapter Personal Story 4 because he thought mc DROWNED AND DIED
artem cries in SSR Two Hearts as one because he got so emotional acting like he was choking mc
vyn cries in...well, several cards like SR False Tears and SSR Neon Melody but those were 1) not exactly a "healthy" way of dealing with emotions or 2) caused by pepper spray KJHVSKJDF. im behind on vyn's cards, idk in which ones he cries honestly due to genuine in distress
so like, they DO cry. but it seems to take rather a lot to get them there. the flipside is that they also cry when overcome with immensely positive emotion (like, mc was on the verge of tears when luke finally proposed in SSR Orange Scent) so at least theres that!!!! but it's not much, chief....
all members of the nxx team all are IMMENSELY repressed. i think the most emotionally healthy of the team is DAVIS, which isnt a good sign, given that hes not even human
anyhoo this ask inspired me so
here are some misc headcanons on the nxx team and crying
i hc that luke as a kid was Such a crybaby. he'd cry over everything: when he saw a sad movie, when he saw a happy movie, when he saw a dog being walked but the dog was so dang small, when mc cries and his high empathy kicks in to make it Our Cry Session, just...he cried over IT ALL. he was just a very emotionally sensitive child, even to emotions from others. he eventually got emotionally steadier as he grew up but i think there are innocuous movies that, due to him crying over them as a kid, still make luke cry as an adult
[nxx movie night]
marius: man i love this movie, absolute classi---WHY ARE YOU CRYING??
luke: because ANYBODY can COOK!! EVEN A RAT!!!!!
mc, silently glaring at marius over luke's shoulder as if to say "Don't You Say A Mean Word To Him Right Now": O_O
(yes, they were watching ratatouille)
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vyn has mastered crying on cue and can do it at the drop of a hat, but when he REALLY TRULY ACTUALLY is hit by the genuine need to cry for any reason, be it positive or negative, he cannot stop it at all until its run its natural course.
which is just AGONIZING for him, surely, but this is the price he has to pay for the power of being able to cry on command: not be able to stop when it's for realsies
marius: HAHA, CRYBABY
vyn: //throws a book at him because just cuz he cant stop crying, doesnt mean he cant attack
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it slightly pisses everyone off a teensy bit that artem can cry artfully.
like, the single tear. the lines of silent tears streaming down his face. even the more desperate sobs. doesnt matter whether theyre stage tears for another play or if theyre during high stakes situations, artem seems to naturally cry in a cinematic manner
artem: //shedding a few tears because of the stress of an nxx operation or something
luke: hey it's okay, everyone's alright
luke internal thoughts: why is he so pretty while crying?????? .....wait what
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and lastly, marius can hold back tears like nobodys business. like luke, he was a huge crybaby as a kid. but unlike luke, he held it back so much that when he DID cry as a child, it was REALLY CRYING. like wailing, like sobbing. it's heartbreaking to watch
so via his Entire Life Of Repressing Weakness And Related Emotions, he became rlly powerful at holding back the need to cry. it only happens during VERY EMOTIONALLY INTENSE scenarios ORRRR
during horror movies
because hes such a horror weakling and he gets so spooked that tears literally come out
mc: how did that jumpscare make you tear up but not the intro scene to Up
marius, hiding behind a pillow to avoid any more jumpscares: im a man of endless mystery, miss
thank you for the ask :D
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