#milk is rare except as a flavour

[hollowwhisperings]

that thing wherein you're reading something and just KNOW

"this person has completely forgotten that the characters here live in Japan/Korea/China/Russia"

and is, instead, writing like an American.

#to be fair: jp & cn authors are just as guilty of narrow imaginations #but those authors are also the original content creators in these instances #with american fans later consuming asian-based content & rewriting them as wholly american #british media is somewhat better about not being orientalist nowadays (south asians are the UK's largest ethnic minority group) #globalization #americanisms #not an american #fandom things #it is very weird to see walmart show up in any story set in east asia #there are the odd american franchise there (starbucks & mcdonalds & 7-11 have HUGE presences in east asia) #but for the most part? #halloween and christmas are imported holidays used almost entirely for marketing purposes #fresh fruit is eaten everyday (bc - japan especially - these places are tropical) #milk is rare except as a flavour #because the vast majority of east asians are lactose intolerant #eating cereal for breakfast is WEIRD #rice cookers!!! #at least one parent will be MIA for most of a kid's life bc work culture - JP especially - is HELL #coming out is a weird american invention #(unless YOU are a person's significant other it's VERY rude to go around asking/talking about someone else's love life) #“well-behaved” teens have very limited spare time bc of school & clubs & cram school #highschoolers are “1st/2nd/3rd years” not freshmen/sophomores“ (seniors is still used) #ages of maturity are also Different & the culture around youth-adult interactions is less policed #cops are still awful (& having even the mildest of criminal offenses renders you a social pariah FOR LIFE) #blue anime hair/irises are supposed to read as “black with a blue undertone” (unless it's aqua or something egregriously unnatural) #red anime hair/irises are supposed to read as “reddish-brown” (unless it is explicitly addressed as unnatural) #pink is also supposed to be “brown” #the reason why anime uses such fantastic colouring in the first place? #EVERYONE'S HAIR/EYES ARE BLACK OR BROWNA #even dyed hair ends up less “blond” & more “light brown”

[ravenmichaelisstuff]

Just thought about Ghost learning to enjoy small things (mostly food) in his life through coffee.

//Fluff

So here is the idea:

Ghost always preferred tea over coffee.

Tea was something soothing and calming, something he could drink to fall asleep easier. He enjoyed the taste which was kind of herbal and pleasant on his tongue. Even the process of making it, the routine of waiting for the tea leaves to do their magic, pouring just a bit of milk, waiting for the tea to cool off just a bit so it didn't burn his lips.

Tea was a luxury, something he did because he wanted to, but he also did it rarely for the exact same reason. He rarely felt the need to satisfy himself with things he just simply enjoy.

Coffee on the other hand was a necessity. Something he had to pour into himself usually boiling hot and straight out of the kettle. The beverage was bitter and heavy on his pallet, almost nauseating and leaving this awful aftertaste in his mouth.

But it was necessary for him to drink it. He needed it to wake up and get through the day after a night of terrors.

He for a long time didn't understand how Soap could enjoy this.

But then he noticed Soap making his coffee every morning.

Taking his time every morning.

Sometimes adding various syrups

chocolate,

ice,

and whipped cream.

Ghost at some points doubted if Soap was for sure still drinking coffee.

But he was curious, so one morning he asked Soap to make him a cup too.

And he was surprised when Johnny asked him "With what Lt?".

And Ghost realized that he had no idea what he actually enjoyed. He never paid attention to those things, he never actually bought anything for himself 'just because he thought he would like it' except tea.

So he told Soap to surprise him. And he actually did.

Because when Soap's coffee wasn't even close to his tea, he did enjoy it.

It was sweet, creamy and cool- maybe even refreshing.

So he began to ask Soap for coffee every morning. And with time he developed a taste for things. An enjoyment for a chocolate latte with whipped cream and brown sugar sprinkled on top.

Yes, it was atrocious and probably shouldn't even be called a coffee. But he liked it.

And he noticed that Johnny started to serve him small snacks with his latte.

Some he despised, some he liked and some became his absolute favourite. Soap would always get him more of those which made Ghost mutter in approval or close his eyes in enjoyment.

Soon Soap could vaguely say which snacks Ghost would enjoy.

They learned Ghost likes milk chocolate but not dark chocolate. He didn't like gummies and banana-flavoured things- it tastes artificial.

Soap cringed when he bought some liquorice candy for Ghost, just to fuck with him a bit just to realize that the bastard actually loved that black excuse of a candy.

But what was nice was the fact that when they were both on supply runs, Ghost began to... kind of look longer at things at the store. He never actually took those things himself- but Soap was always sure to snatch those things and put them in their cart.

Ghost silently appreciated that.

It was a long road for Ghost to learn that he can have nice things just because he feels like it.

But one special day in a grocery store, when he and Soap were already heading to check out. Ghost stopped and grabbed a pack of marshmallows and before he put it in the cart he looked at Soap like he would be denied this sweet snack.

But Soap only smiled at him.

"Didn't know you like marshmallows, Lt."

"I don't know if I do... I never had them."

"Well, it's a great time to try!"

And Soap smiled the whole way to base because Ghost finally wanted something for himself.

I don't know what I mean by that, I just kind of went with the flow. Sometimes I Just get the urge to write about those two, you know?

#soapghost #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish #ghost x soap #cod #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #soap cod #soap mctavish #cod modern warfare #call of duty ghost #ghost soap #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #soap x ghost #🥹 #food being a metafor

[hassedah]

Hey hey, maybe it’s a silly question but what are the boys favorite drinks (besides blood lol)

You know like tea, cola, coffee, juice, hot cocoa. water… stay hydrated everyone ☕️

What boys like to drink :

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well! ^^

I like these types of questions because they're usually pretty quick to answer ^^. Here's the headcanons you requested! I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Take care of yourself and have a nice day! ^^

Vladimir :

He doesn't always remember that he needs to drink to stay hydrated. Ethan and Beliath often remind him of this.

Vladimir mainly drinks tea, with a strong preference for green tea and rooibos, although he always puts a lot of sugar in it.

He'll tell you that he loves black tea and enjoys drinking Earl Grey, but in reality he hates it. Even as a child, he couldn't help but wince every time he drank it (although his parents would have supplied him with any other type of tea he could have asked for, but it was his father's favourite and he was determined to follow in his father's example). He continues to drink it to this day, much to the dismay of the other inhabitants of the manor.

He loves hot chocolate. It's his favourite drink in winter, even if he has a bit of trouble accepting it. He always feels like a child when he drinks it.

He also drinks a lot of hot apple juice when he goes to Christmas markets in winter.

He drinks a lot iced tea in summer. However, he remains fairly classic when it comes to flavours and drinks mainly green tea with peach.

His favourite fruit juice is orange juice, but orange juice without pulp. He'll never touch it if Beliath accidentally buys orange juice with the pulp.

Ivan has introduced him to bubble tea and he's having a bit of trouble deciding whether he likes it. On the one hand, tea with syrup is very good; on the other, he's always worried about choking on the tapioca pearls.

He hates the vast majority of sodas.

Béliath :

He's very careful to stay hydrated, especially since Ethan told him it's good for the skin. So he monitors his water intake to make sure he's drinking enough a day, and he constantly reminds the other members of the manor to remember to drink water (in fact he reminds Vladimir, Raphael and Aaron most of all).

He doesn't drink much tea, but he really likes black tea. In general, he drinks tea when Vladimir or Raphaël have made too much and he drinks it with them while chatting in front of the fireplace.

He rarely drinks hot chocolate, except on the coldest winter nights.

He is very fond of mulled wine, which he often drinks in winter when he wanders around the city during the Christmas market. However, he prefers it with lots of cinnamon.

He prefers to drink coffee, but he doesn't drink it as strong as Ethan does. He didn't like it at first, but since Ethan told him you could add a little milk to it, he drinks it much more often.

He loves most sodas. However, he has a clear preference for cherry cola. There's always some in the fridge at the manor.

He doesn't drink much fruit juice because he finds it a bit too sweet for him. However, he really likes pineapple juice and sometimes buys some for himself when he goes shopping.

Ivan :

Since being transformed into a vampire, he has lost a lot of sensation in his taste buds. However, he continues to take care to stay hydrated. He always has a bottle of fresh water in his room, which he makes sure to drink throughout the night.

He always puts syrup in the water he drinks, because even though Ethan insists that water has no taste, Ivan doesn't like the taste of water. He's tried many different flavours of syrup, but generally prefers grenadine or strawberry syrup.

He doesn't like tea. He tries hard to drink it, but he really doesn't like it. It tastes too bitter, despite the large amounts of sugar he uses.

He prefers to drink herbal tea, especially a candy tea that Béliath found in a small artisanal candy shop. He buys her some from time to time to please Ivan.

He often drinks hot chocolate (and he's Vladimir's excuse for drinking hot chocolate, after all, Ivan won't drink it alone). He likes to add marshmallows to his chocolate, whipped cream or chocolate coulis.

He's delighted to have given Vladimir and Raphaël a taste of bubble tea. He's even happier that Beliath has brought him some from his shopping.

He hardly ever drinks coffee, or only with a lot of milk. As with tea, he finds the taste far too bitter.

He loves sodas. He has a preference for Orangina and Coca-Cola.

Aaron :

He almost constantly forgets to drink water and it's even worse in summer. It's not his fault, he tries really hard to remember, but every time he does he ends up with a massive headache without understanding why, and it takes Ethan or Beliath pointing out that he hasn't drunk water for a long time to get him to think about it. He thinks it's a bit ridiculous, but as he's not the only one in the manor with this problem, he assumes it's to do with the fact that he's a vampire.

He never puts syrup in his water, but often drinks sparkling water.

He prefers herbal tea to tea, and prefers white tea to green and black tea.

He loves coffee, but he doesn't drink black coffee like Ethan, preferring Latte and Cappucino (especially Cappucino).

He is also very fond of Irish coffee, sometimes making it for himself and Ethan and more rarely for Béliath and Raphaël.

He rarely drinks hot chocolate. When he does, he always adds a little cinnamon or vanilla, and if he drinks one with Ivan, he always accepts a few marshmallows.

He quite likes fruit juices, but he prefers to make them himself rather than buy them ready-made. It allows him to mix the fruit he wants and he also finds it much less sweet that way.

Raphaël :

He often forgets to drink water, it's not deliberate on his part, he just can't remember. It was even worse when he lived alone and had to remember without anyone to remind him. Now that he lives at the manor it's easier for him.

He loves water, but he loves it even more with syrup. Ivan has introduced him to lots of different syrup flavours and he wouldn't be able to choose just one as his favourite. He loves lemon, grenadine, strawberry or mint syrup (especially in summer), kiwi, pineapple, blackcurrant or cherry syrup. Béliath is careful to vary his purchases so that there's always a different syrup to drink.

He drinks a lot of tea, but he doesn't have a favourite type. The only thing that matters to him is being able to add sugar.

He really loves lemonade.

He likes coffee, it's not his favourite drink, but he never turns down a cup, especially if he can add milk and sugar.

He loves hot chocolate at least as much as Ivan does. The stronger the taste of the chocolate, the better he likes it. He prefers hot chocolate made with real squares of chocolate and milk to powdered chocolate.

He often drinks soda, mainly because they're generally very sweet, so he really likes Coca-Cola, Fanta and Orangina.

Ethan :

He has noticed from observing vampires that the vast majority of them have difficulty feeling thirst. As a result, they are easily dehydrated. So he takes great care to stay well hydrated and often reminds the others to drink during the night. A small part of him thinks that doing this is ridiculous, but the other part constantly reminds him that he's a doctor, and if one of his friends were to fall ill he couldn't help but blame himself.

He really doesn't like tea. No matter what type of tea or how much sugar he puts in it, he really doesn't like it. The only thing that could persuade him to drink tea is a sore throat and even then, he'd put a lot of honey in his tea.

He loves coffee, and the stronger and more bitter the coffee, the more he likes it. He's the only one who can drink it like that in the manor, and the worst thing, according to Raphaël, is that he doesn't even put sugar or milk in his coffee. Ethan doesn't really understand what his friends have against the coffee he likes to drink - after all, it keeps him awake longer and he finds the smell really reassuring.

He also really likes the Irish coffee that Aaron makes from time to time.

He doesn't like hot chocolate. It's always too sweet for him.

He almost never drinks fruit juice, unless it's made by Aaron.

He doesn't like the vast majority of soda either, he often finds them too sweet for him.

Neil :

He's been feeling a bit out of sorts since he got out of the cellar. He's been so used to feeling thirsty for months that he doesn't really feel it now, and it always takes him a while to realise that he needs to drink water.

The beverage he drinks most often is tea. He has a slight preference for black tea. Depending on his mood, hhe may add sugar, but this is not always the case, as he generally prefers to drink his tea without sugar. He generally likes citrus-flavoured tea, with a preference for lemon.

He'll tell you he doesn't like hot chocolate, and in most cases that's true: he doesn't really like it. However, there is one exception. Neil really likes hot chocolate when it's served with marshmallows, whipped cream and a caramel coulis (he especially likes it for the caramel coulis).

He doesn't drink much coffee, although he does enjoy it. Like hot chocolate, he loves coffee with a touch of caramel, so he's unlikely to turn down a cup of coffee like that.

He really likes iced tea in summer. Neil's not too fussy about flavours, he's less keen on red fruit, but he'll always go for a citrus iced tea.

He drinks very little soda because he finds it too sweet. He might enjoy a glass of lemon cola from time to time, but he certainly wouldn't drink a whole bottle.

Léandra :

She needs to drink less water than a human, but never forgets to stay hydrated.

She always prefers a little syrup with her water because she finds the taste of water boring. She really likes strawberry syrup and mint syrup, but her favourite is still aniseed syrup.

She really likes hot apple juice. In fact, she knows how to make it very well and makes it very regularly in winter. She finds it very pleasant to drink it while sitting in front of a window watching the snow fall.

Her favourite hot drink is coffee. She has tasted all kinds of coffee, although she always prefers black coffee. She also likes espresso, or espresso romano, and Viennese coffee, which she loves to have with speculos.

She rarely drinks hot chocolate; in fact, it's usually coffee with a little chocolate that she drinks rather than real hot chocolate.

In summer, she likes to drink lemonade.

As with ice cream, she loves ginger tea, whether hot or cold. She often accompanies it with a little lemon and, more rarely, orange. She also likes to add a little honey, especially in winter.

Farah :

She takes great care to stay hydrated and to ensure that all the members of her pack always have water available. Farah always carries at least one full bottle of water in her rucksack.

She likes water without needing to add syrup, and she doesn't like sparkling water. She does, however, know how to make her own syrup, having learnt centuries ago, and is always happy to show new pack members how.

She's not a big fan of tea, she doesn't hate it, but she doesn't like it either.

She loves drinking hot chocolate, especially in winter. It's a time of year when she often stops with members of her pack in cafés to warm up. She's tasted lots of different hot chocolates because of this and she always has a preference for Viennese chocolate or any hot chocolate with either a little hazelnut or a little coconut or vanilla.

She loves hazelnut coffee. If she could, she'd keep a thermos of hazelnut coffee in her rucksack, but unfortunately that's not really possible, so instead she waits for a break near a town so she can go and buy some in a café as soon as the opportunity arises.

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers vladimir #moonlight lovers béliath #moonlight lovers ivan #moonlight lovers aaron #moonlight lovers raphael #moonlight lovers ethan #moonlight lovers leandra #moonlight lovers farah

[bowlzone]

Back to cereal this week with new Krave Cookies and Cream flavour.

Initial impressions: the last time I had Krave it was in 2021 when they released their cookie dough flavour. As with most of my Krave experiences, it wasn’t memorable enough for me to form any strong opinion. Krave is one of those rare cereals that I just can’t seem to find enthusiasm for, but hopefully this second type of cookie related sub-flavouring will be the one to convert me.

Post bowl thoughts: when eating something that is so clearly oreo inspired, I go in with a high expectation. Especially as Post have taken up the Oreo mantel and constructed one of the best O shaped cereals of all time. This Krave Cookies and Cream instead offers a mixed bowl, one with clear highs and lows, to form what I would consider to be a better than average, but not exceptional, cereal.

I ate these as a late night snack, which upon reflection is when I suspect they most shine. Hunched over the bowl with sleepy eyes, just absolutely shovelling them in with my new, and importantly, bigger, spoon. Although the outside shell and inside paste alone don’t stand out, they come together as a united front that gives you an unmistakably Oreo hit.

Interestingly, the moment these parcels of white paste hit milk the texture split into three. The outside immediately succumbs to a slight sog, with the middle of the shell maintaining its original crisp and the paste on the inside glueing it all together, giving the spoon a very toothsome quality that is incredibly satisfying. This textural combination is truely a form of art, and that form of art lasts for maybe a minute until the outside of the parcels turn slimy and the soggening overtakes all previous delight. Luckily, I was garfeilding these into my mouth, so this didn’t prove a huge issue for me, but I wouldn’t have wanted to dwell over this bowl for longer than a few minutes.

The follow up milk was unchanged and, unlike a lot of other cereals, I would recommend sticking to eating these dry as it maintains the taste without exposing you to the unfortunate slimesog of milk soaking.

Overall these haven’t managed to win me over to Krave as a concept, I fear it will remain my most forgotten about cereal type, but it did provide an unexpected zeal to my after dinner snack that simply cannot be dismissed.

#krave #cookies and cream

[kurosawa-family]

How does the Kurosawa family kiss their s/os?

I love your blog and ocs plus the admin is such a lovely person

Admin!Rosy: AWWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON QWQ

Kisses headcanons from the Kurosawa Family.

Yvonne.

The witch's kisses her special one in an addictive way.

She always has lipstick on, and subtle or not, she'll leave her marks on her beloved's face, she'll make sure of it. She always makes sure her breath is fresh or with some flavour, just to make her beloved enjoy the kiss. She starts off gentle, but quickly pick up a more spicy tone the moment she's given the go to do so (usually when her partner wraps their arms around her or tries to carefully bite her bottom lip). Yvonne kisses her beloved like they're genuine pieces of art, and honestly, she's sure they wouldn't have it any other way.

August.

August's kisses are so, so gentle.

He's afraid, let's be honest. He's afraid he might hurt his special other with his teeth, or maybe being just a little too rough. The way he kisses his partner is quite a sight to see: He holds them close to his chest in a way they're no longer touching the ground, making sure they won't fall, all while cradling their face, all while pressing his forehead against theirs. The kisses start slowly, just like Yvonne, and depending on the turn his partner want the kiss to turn, it can stay just as soft (if not more) or become so needy that it makes them feel like it's been decades since they've last kissed him.

For a bonus, he has this scent on him. He spends so much time walking around forests that he might as well be part of it.

Convoitise.

ConCon's kisses are just so, so terribly desperate.

It doesn't matter if his darling has been out for just ten minutes, it'll be hours for him and kissing them with all his might is one the ways he'll complain about it. His lips are soft, like, insanely soft. Anyone that has been wrapped up in his arms will believe they kissed an angel. Those lips also have a variety of sweet flavours on them; sometimes they taste like fruit, other times they taste like chocolate, and some other times they taste like cake. Either way, they're just too good to be true. He makes sure his darling gets the best and the best of the best only, so they don't need to be surprised if he tries to make each kiss better than the last.

Aimer.

Aimer's kisses are lazy, vague, but simply charming.

Aimer rarely kisses his lover in a "rough, dominating and passionate" way. He makes up for it in other ways, that's for sure, but those types of kisses are quite typical of him, and that's part of the charm. Kisses in the morning are his favourite way to kiss them, since he can take just a little bit of time to just kiss them mindlessly. It's the best way, to be honest.

Also, the man has this weird yet nice flavour of coffee with milk on his lips, and a faint scent of men perfume.

Hela.

Everything Hela does could be described as poisonous. Her kisses might be an exception when her little diamond is the one receiving the kisses.

Her kisses are simple yet nice: red-ish lips, soft, warm and sweet. She loves making them just a tiny bit suggestive, though, by bitting their bottom lip without her fangs, licking them, maybe even doing something else, but still, she'll never use her poison. She knows better.

She has this scent on her that kind of resembles her father, but unlike him, she smells like flowers.

Varick.

Spicy. Just... Spicy as hell.

This stupid bitch doesn't know how to kiss someone properly without freaking out in embarrassment or just having a happiness rush. Want a kiss on their mouth? They better prepare themselves because this motherfucker's mouth will be like swallowing three bottles of chili. They want a kiss on your cheek? He will lick them and leave a train of sparkles and pink liquid on it. May God have mercy on their soul because he sure as hell won't save them from this one.

BUT, on the bright side, he gets... tired at times. Not the right words, but the better one to describe things. He drags the kissed through their cheek, leaving lipstick marks on it, but they're just so messy, it's actually quite fun. And his bubblegum scent mixed with just a tiny bit of liquor flavor on him... Nice.

Volker.

Volker's kisses are almost like rain; gentle, almost for mere seconds, yet they leave quite the sensation.

His lips are usually dry, he doesn't take care of them like Convoitise, but he makes sure his partner doesn't notice that (they do, but don't really have the heart to say it). His kisses, although quick, they're just so incredibly shy and flustered, coming into great amounts. It's actually quite... endearing. To top it off, he has this taste of grapes on him...

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[wehavebiggerproblems]

Fallout 4 Random Companion Headcanons

Wrote these a few years ago, too nervous then to share them.

Ada

-Ada was built in 2268. She's about 21 years old.

-Her first memory is of seeing The Mechanist in front of her. Then she watched as The Mechanist removed their head and smiled.

-She's Isabel's first project. 

-Her voice was originally supposed to be more synthesized and robotic, but the more human sound was easier for Isabel to work with.

-Ada prefers to travels in groups with 3-4 people, knowing fully well a robot is a higher target for scavvers.

- Her base body was constructed from many different trial runs of the "ADA" project.

-She's programmed to remain indifferent but the nagging voice in her programming says to do good things in order to to aid other people.

-Ada appreciates the effort Sole goes through to upgrade her body. She doesn't think it's necessary and she's somewhat sentimental about her original form.

-She finds Codsworth's attachment to Sole strange. Almost too human, those Mr. Handy's.

Cait

-Cait loves baths. Bubble baths with bath bombs and even a little rubber ducky. Only Sole knows this.

-The rubber ducky's name is Codsworth. Will not explain why.

-Can fire a rifle over her shoulder behind her. (Annie Oakley style)

-Hates Jazz music. Says it's too slow and calm. Really dislikes it because she's uncomfortable slow dancing with anyone.

-Allergic to feathers. Rad chickens make her sick to be around.

-But once the feathers are removed, the chicken has been cut up, and cooked with some veggies and a loaf of bread, loves it.

-Chicken soup is her favourite dish. Only likes Sole's chicken soup though. Will not eat anyone else’s.

-Shot put would be her favourite sport. Throwing a heavy metal sphere a very long distance is goals.

Codsworth

-Codsworth can speak 8 languages. Including: English, Spanish, French, Japanese, German, Italian, Polish, and Swedish.

-Can recognize almost every written language and translate but lacks the programming to speak every one.

-Nate/Nora got him two years before Shaun was born.

-Sole did minimal repair work on him, and offered to polish him every time he got a dent or scratch.

-He always accepted the polish offer. Very wary of Sole doing factory repairs on him. Would prefer professionals doing the delicate work.

-Always celebrated Nate/Nora and Sole’s respective birthdays. For 200 years.

-When Sole called him "Family", he felt an odd electric pulse through his core processor. He decided to call it a skipped heart beat.

-Calls synth Shaun "Sonny", and "Young Master Shaun".

-Makes Sole's favourite meal when they come back home from Vault 111.

-Will ask to take over if he catches Sole doing chores.

-Hesitates when he has to bring up Sole's spouse knowing it's a touchy subject.

-His favourite friend of Sole's is Nick. Thinks Nick is a good role model for synth Shaun.

Curie

-Curie, like Codsworth can speak 8 languages. However, after becoming a synth, she can only speak about 4.

-Curie loves the feeling of velvet. Collects pieces of velvet clothing. 

-Once wore a velvet cape around because she loved the way it draped over her shoulders and fluttered when she walked.

-Has sensory phases. Music, nice noises, soft materials, different foods, perfumes, etc. Collects whatever makes her senses happy.

-During the "feeling phase" her favourite feeling was holding Sole's hand. Loved running her hand over the surface of water. And velvet.

-Talks out what her feelings are with Piper. Piper explains to her what the "spin spin spin" in her head meant.

-Favourite smell is fresh baked bread. Bakes bread with Mama Murphy every weekend.

-Favourite sweet food is mutfruit pie. Will badger Piper to make it with her.

-Curie's motor functions are still new. Sometimes she misses what she was trying to grab and fumbles.

Danse

-Danse is a horrid mechanic. You'd think spending time in the BoS and dedicating time to auto repair with Ingram. Can't put a toaster together.

-But Power Armor is a piece of cake. Can't do much with pre-war tech, yet fixing power armor is as easy as making breakfast.

-Like all gen 3 synths, he loves Fancy Lad snack cakes. He'd share whatever box he'd find with the squires around the Prydwen.

-Scribe Haylen would volunteer to work alongside Danse on all his scouting missions.

-Danse found out Deacon was the one who stuck the dildo to his power armor. He made sure Deacon's wigs were the same bright purple color the very next day.

-Loves country music. When a traveling courier stops by and shares their western/country music, he actually dances. 

-Has a heart for kids. Even Billy. 

-Leg bouncing habit. Can't bounce his leg in power armor but as soon as he's out, his leg's jittering.

Deacon

-Deacon is in his late 40's. 

-Did not lie about his wife and the University Point Deathclaws.

-Enjoys learning about Pre-war culture, spends free time with ghouls asking them about the past.

-Sole can fool him easily about prewar facts though. 

-Has incredible luck with the pie claw game. Has won 8 times while traveling with Sole.

-Loves making silly bets. "I bet I can skip this plate across the lake at least 1 time." Proceeds to throw the plate at the water horizontally. 

-Doesn't hate Danse. He will pull pranks on him though. Once stuck a dildo on the back of Danse's power armour. 

-His hair grows quickly so he has to shave every day.

-Shaves his head, isn't bald. Shaved head works better with his pompadour wig. 

-Doesn't like mutfruit. Says it's too acidic and hurts his gums.

-Has a rifle-shaped scar on his forearm. Will tell a different story for it every time.

-Once drank a dozen Nuka Cola Quantums on a dare. His pee glowed for a week.

-Tried going vegetarian once. ONCE. Found out being vegetarian means eating no meat or dairy products. Had to have Sole explain that, while gross, radroach could technically be  considered meat.

-Is kinda clumsy. Always bumps into counter edges and stubs his toes on bits of debris.

-Doesn't lie about his family. And when Sole calls him family, promises to never lie about family again.

Gage

-Gage juggled skii balls to entertain the last Overboss, Colter.

-He enjoys small shooting competitions with MacCready, Sole, and X6. All four are sharp shooters.

-Fastest learner. Spent an entire week learning how to cook Sole's old recipes. He can cook them better than anyone with the exception of Codsworth.

-Hums when he works. 

-Had a one night stand with Nisha. Ended so bad, he avoids that area of the park at all costs.

-Hates cats. Had an awful run in with a rad lion. Radiated Mountain Lion that tore a scar deep down his back. 

-Does routine maintenance on the rides in the park. He knows how everything works there. From social hierarchy - to the intricacies of the Vault Tec: Among the Stars ride.

-His favourite flavour of Nuka Cola is Nuka Cola Victory. Rare to find but easily the best.

-Record farthest shot is a bean can from 410 meters. 

-He's a lightweight. Only two beers and he's buzzed enough to sing along with Red-Eye.

-Will tell a different story every time if anyone asks about the eye patch.

Hancock

-Hancock is a history buff. Loves learning about colonial era civilization. 

-Has spent days with Kent Connolly researching Silver Shroud information. He knows more about the Silver Shroud than any other companion.

-Has had a fling with every person in Goodneighbor at least once. Even Kleo. 

-At least in a sexual way, he is extremely open minded. Welcomes new experiences and new information given anywhere anytime.

-Had a decent childhood with his brother. He remembers tending to the mutfruit trees with him and eating every other piece they picked.

-Adores pickles. Would sit and eat an entire jar of pickles just because he loves the cronch so much.

-All time favourite chem is Mentats. Loves making intellectual jokes while high as a kite.

-Does not know what a lot of pre-war expressions mean, but enjoys saying them and hearing them from Sole.

-Is a master at repairing clothing. How else does the frock stay in such good condition? He tends to it every night.

-As far as euphemisms for ghouls go, he likes "beef jerky".

Longfellow

-Longfellow met Hannah while out hunting. She blasted a trapper's head clean off, and he fell harder than the trapper's body.

-He spent his youth training, hoping to become a Brotherhood soldier one day.

-And then he met a vertibird full of them. They called Far Harbor a dump while gathering supplies there. Officially decided to cease all training.

-Managed to take down 17 Mirelurks in 3 minutes. 

-Holds the record in Acadia for alcohol consumption. All records involving alcohol consumption.

-He's really fit? Longfellow could and has bench pressed Sole. 

-He only did so because Hancock and MacCready wouldn't shut up about it.

-Loves singing old shanty songs and dancing with Sole. Only when no one else is around though.

-After the events at Far Harbor, he decides to go sailing along the coast. Wants to see the world more.

MacCready

-MacCready does brush his teeth. He brushes his teeth regularly. He started brushing after he left Little Lamplight. By that point the damage was already done.

-Lucy was the one to convince him to brush his teeth.

-He can't stand the smell of lavender. Lavender candles, lavender lotion, etc...makes him feel  nauseous.

-He named his sniper rifle, "Lucy"

-Won't drink brahmin milk with cereal even to Sole's encouragement.

-Is very well read. Vault 87 had many educational textbooks hidden among the super mutants.

-MacCready was the longest lasting mayor in L.L. He was mayor for 6 years.

-He has no idea what television is and is afraid to ask any pre-wars about it.

-Wary of all ghouls, both feral and normal. He's not bias to non-ferals, but he is a little uncomfortable.

-Had a crush on Lone Wanderer when they first visited L.L. Mac told Joseph and he made fun of him.

Nick

-Nick has an oral fixation. Smokes out of habit and having the familiar feeling of a cigarette between his lips feeds into human nostalgia.

-His right hand is missing skin because he fidgets only his right. Whether it was picking at the fraying plastic or rubbing the fake skin raw.

-He lost the chunk of neck skin after Myrna accused him of working for the Institute. Tore off a chunk to prove he wasn't a perfect person or an infiltrator synth.

-Ellie was the first person in Diamond City to wholly accept Nick as he is. She asked to work with him as soon as he decided to stay.

-Piper and Nick have jam sessions where they have heavy debates about Diamond City law enforcement and criminal misuse of power in the capitalistic society of pre-war USA.

-Met Dogmeat under an overpass. He handed the dog a snack cake and scratched his head. They've been close pals ever since.

-Will "sleep" around Sole. He'll lay down and manually put himself into "sleep mode". Any unnecessary functions will shut down. He lets his thoughts take over. All Sole hears is the faintest fan whir.

Piper

-Piper plans Sole's 211th birthday. She goes all out, collects balloons, bakes several cakes with Codsworth, makes everyone attend and threatens anyone who would act up. "It's Blue's first birthday out here, you WILL behave!"

-Knows how to make mutfruit preserves, mutfruit pie, mutfruit jam and jelly. Makes it for Nat constantly.

-Has a notebook dedicated to little tidbits of info about Sole.

-Nat is exactly 8 years, 5 months, and 25 days younger than Piper. 

-Piper has interviewed every person in Diamond City. Made a game of it with Nat at first, then she just kept going with it.

-Piper has awful shorthand. Almost as bad as Curie's shorthand. Still illegible. 

-Piper's handwriting is so bad, Nat does the writing for the paper. Piper writes the final draft and Nat copies it, and sends it through the printing press.

-Despite bad handwriting, Piper is very eloquent. Can make a super mutant sound like good date idea or convince anyone how the mayor might actually be a synth.

-Her favourite of Sole's friends is Kent Connolly. Would gladly dress up and act out Silver Shroud episodes with him and Sole.

Preston

-Preston has insomnia. Cannot sleep well. Has had insomnia since Quincy. 

-Can sleep well if he's sleeping beside someone.

-Has a box under his bed of little knick-knacks children have given him over the years. Can't bear to get rid of the kid's gifts.

-He actually likes all of Sole's friends. Even Strong.

-Hates coconut. Once found an Almond-Joy while scaving and couldn't finish it to save his life.

-All time favourite candy is Peanut Brittle. Hard to find but gnawing on the hard chunks is somewhat soothing to him.

-Loves back rubs. Giving and receiving but only from close friends or lovers.

-Once accidently drank a bottle of perfume. MacCready told him it was a bottle of fancy expensive wine. 

-Sturges and Preston are the closest of friends, no less maybe more.

Strong

-Strong knows how to jump rope.

-But double dutch is a mystery.

-Before Sole, he only ate meat raw. Sole taught him how to cook it.

-Also lacks patience to cook, but slowly learning.

-Strong was created in Vault 87 after the bombs dropped but remembers nothing from being human.

-Doesn't understand bubblegum. Will always swallow it after a few seconds of chewing.

-Likes having poetry and plays read to him. 

-Sleeps holding Sole or having Sole laying across his stomach. 

-Loves fire. The smell, the feeling of heat against his hardened skin, the taste of charred meat, and watching the embers fly up and turn to ash.

-Strong can read, but chooses not to because super mutants discourage any educational behavior. 

-Likes the sound of clacking keys on a terminal. He'll turn one on and mess around with the keyboard just to hear the different sounds each key makes.

-He can't decide if hand-to-hand combat is better than using guns.

X6-88

-X6 doesn't like using plasma. He thinks the plasma is less accurate. 

-But laser weapons are his jam.

-Spends excessive amount of time augmenting his weapon. 

-If Sole helped, he would be "happy". Would never say it, but a tiny smirk would pop up on his face for half a second.

-Will collect Fancy Lad Snack Cakes. Hoards them in his bedroom in Sanctuary and in the Institute. 

-Sole found his stash and X6 blushed for the first time when they confronted him. 

-He called Sole "Mom" instead of Ma'am once. She won't let him live it down.

-He called Sole "Dad" after hearing Shaun call him "Dad" all day. He won't let him live it down.

-Actually likes kids. Won't show emotions, get down to their level, or speak to kids. But he doesn't hate children. 

-Especially likes synth Shaun. He taught synth Shaun how to use a laser pistol. Shaun found out and put X6 on probation for a month.

Bonus Vault Tec Rep and Kent Connolly under the cut.

Vault Tec Rep

-Rep spent a couple decades learning how to draw. Loves drawing from life. Mostly draws people. Occasionally draws ferals, mutants, and various animals.

-Was engaged before the war, lasted about 2 years before she died of cancer.

-His favorite food was and still is a well grilled medium rare steak.

-A total neat freak. Every space he uses as a homestead has to be thoroughly cleaned of any bacteria, ticks, dust, dirt, radiation residue, etc

-Teased in school for his red hair. "Rusty" was his least favorite nickname.

-He's extremely susceptible to pet names. Doesn't have to be anything sexual or romantic, just pet names. He blushes like a starstruck starlet.

-Loves love. Romance and old-timey corny love stories. He like to woo his partner. Flowers, chocolate, dancing, movie dates, hand written poems, you name it. 

-He misses his old red hair. Years of being a brunette and he's a little bitter about his hair.

-Least favourite part of The Wasteland is amount of bodies he sees on a daily basis. He saw about zero bodies a day on average before the war. Even in Goodneighbor, the average has risen to about 4 bodies a week. 

-Favourite part of The Wasteland is the ability to just go anywhere. After realizing he didn't have any obligation to stay any specific place, he just traveled around for a few decades.

-His father worked for Vault-Tec, and when he graduated high school, he was given a job immediately. 

-Didn't hate it. Didn't love it at first, but he had a real knack for selling.

-He never had an office in Boston HQ. He got the van, and got a sweet bonus for being top salesman, but never his own office. 

-Despite being top salesman, he was only allowed on the first and second floors. He didn't find out till after the bombs dropped that the basement and third floor up had the plans for the various vaults in the area.

-He can't apologize enough to Sole. After thinking on it and checking out vault 111 by himself, he truly feels sorry for what happened.

-Sole gets him a set of steak knives for Christmas. They're homemade by Sole. They tell him he's earned far more than a knife set, but if that's what he's pining for...

-He treasures it so much, he rarely uses them. Just before he leaves for work in the morning, he checks them over and admires them.

-He and Sole have spent days just telling each other pre war stories. He almost knows more about Sole than Piper does. And he's a little proud of that fact.

-He gets along best with, of all people, Deacon. Good sense of humour and always interested in pre-war info.

-Second best is Piper. A nice lady who snoops too much, but does treat everyone with respect and tries to remain unbiased.

Kent Connolly

-Kent was 23 when the bombs dropped.

-He was sleeping in on the Saturday morning when he heard the air raid sirens.

-Hid in his house's basement till the sirens stopped. 

-And then the radiation sickness took over. 

-It took him about 3 months to turn ghoulish. Quicker than most. 

-He dislikes Goodneighbor - the town as a whole. The people are fine, the resources are serviceable, and the safety assured is nice. But he hates how back alley it feels.

-Misses his family the most. They weren't the best, but they made him feel loved and important.

-Speaking of which, Kent had a huge family. I'm talking brothers, sisters, cousins for days, aunts, uncles...he remembers family reunions as huge gatherings chock full of food and kids running amuck.

-Maybe, just maybe, he enjoys seeing Sole all dressed like Shroud a little too much. He's a big fan.

-Once spent 4 grand on a mint condition Issue no. 3 Silver Shroud comic just to find out it was a forgery. Never got that refund. :(

-Writes really well. But only writes Silver Shroud fanfiction. Piper almost convinced him to help write an article about how crime differed before the war and after the war. But he turned her down.

-Nick has agreed to dress up as Shroud if Sole dresses up like Grognak or Mistress of Mystery. But only if Sole dresses up too.

-Irma refers to him as her son. Amari will not say the same, but she also doesn't protest.

-He used to work in comic book shop. (Of course he did.) 

-He writes self insert Silver Shroud fanfiction all the time. After the events at the hospital with Sinjin, the Shroud in his fanfictions suddenly start using Sole's pronouns and is described as physically similar as Sole.

#Fallout 4 #Fallout 4 headcanons #Fallout #Ada #Cait #Codsworth #Curie #Danse #Deacon #Gage #Hancock #Longfellow #MacCready #Nick Valentine #Piper Wright #Preston Garvery #Strong #X6-88 #Vault Tec Rep #Kent Connolly #my writing #Sole Survivor

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Gavin and MC’s High School History- Detailed Timeline

Dedicated to my amazing and kind friend @cheri-cheri- one of the Queens of the MLQC fandom on Tumblr! I literally didn’t know how to use it before but I had learnt how in order to keep up with her posts. Without her work, I literally wouldn’t be on here making my own blog either. Thank you, Cheri!!

This is a timeline following the years of high school that MC and Gavin had together. Compiled of dates, rumours and secrets, calls, texts, and other from multiple servers. The source will be shown allocated to its corresponding sentence. I created this because I was really moved when I rewatched Gavin’s Old Days Date and suddenly thought of the many things other players could have missed out on regarding their high school years. If there is anything you need clarification on, or if you would like to add anything in, feel free to send a post/ask or just comment and I’ll try to incorporate and adjust accordingly! 

Based off of true correspondence of the Chinese education system in Shanghai, where the schools there are very strict, with specific responsibilities and events students must have and attend to. In addition, this is different from Western school systems where years 7-9 are in a seperate schools from years 10-12 before university. Dates and seasons mentioned will also be noted as accurately as possible to suit the Loveland storyline in which different events occurred. I felt like a detective trying to piece a fractured storyline together to solve a mystery, honestly...

Prepare your tissues, your milk tea and your soul because even I almost didn’t make it to publish this...

Timeline

2008

Gavin enters high school.

2009

MC and Minor enter high school. MC does her hair in a nice ponytail, one of the only hairstyles she ever had in school.

Gavin is a grade above her. He is in his last year of high school. [Spring Festival Date]

Late Autumn of October 2010

“I noticed who you were before you ever noticed me.” 

On a rainy first day of school, Gavin helps Mr Keller move the tables and chairs in the classroom. 

Without taking an umbrella, Gavin leaves. 

At the same time, MC saves a cat in the rain with her handkerchief, attempting to shield it from the incoming rain under a roof. She gives it snacks from her bag while sheltering it from the rain. 

Gavin thinks she was nerdy-looking, but couldn't take his eyes off her and watches her from a distance for a long time. He feels out of place standing.

She looks back at him in astonishment, not knowing how long he stood for. 

She smiles at Gavin.

Gavin notes that MC’s smile just like her eyes, were pure and comforting as they start filling his vision. 

The rain starts to get heavier and MC shivers. 

Something stirred in Gavin’s heart as he notices this, and kicks a can in frustration then shelters her with his jacket. 

He runs away as MC shouts, “thank you!” 

She didn’t know it was Gavin who gave her his jacket at the time.

MC goes back and is then told by her fellow classmates that the boy she encountered was the “tyrant school bully”,  and “the Underworld Senior Gavin”, and that she should stay away from him. [Tilted Time- Rumours and Secrets]

-

MC finds piano dull to play the same songs over and over again.

MC in her spare time practices and sings to Liszt’s Liebestraum No. 3 (Love Dream) for a talent show.

At the rooftop, Gavin is wounded by a gangster’s knife. A gradually intensifying melody is heard. 

Gavin kicks the gangster boss but then is pursued again. Outnumbered, wounded and losing consciousness due to major blood loss, the gangster boss kicks Gavin off the roof. 

Gavin reaches out, to something- anything. 

A heavy, surging melody sounded, transcending through time and allows Gavin to reflect on his past- to his father, to his late mother, and invokes deep reflection and epiphanies. 

Heavy notes seep into Gavin’s ears as he almost hits rock bottom. He feels his limbs emerging with the wind and awakens his wind evol. 

Gavin is now reborn.

The music continued to play. Gavin ends up humming with a bird. 

He then hears MC’s singing.

MC stops, mesmerised by the ginkgo leaves flying through the wind. The ginkgo leaves falling was her favourite time of the year in high school. This vivid sight is still engraved in her memory after many years.

Gavin vows to protect her for the rest of his life. [Campus Date]

-

Gavin saved Minor from bullies. 

Minor also happens to be MC’s outgoing, talkative desk mate who sometimes helped old ladies cross the street. How he managed to hang around Gavin and not get beaten up, nobody knew (except us). He would often copy MC’s homework but never dragged her down with him if he got caught. This was MC’s biggest impression of him. 

During science class, MC cooked noodles for Minor on the Bunsen burner when he was hungry. The recipe was Shrimp flavoured instant noodles, mix two eggs in well, then add a dab of sea salt and black pepper. [S1 Chapter 7-1]

-

Gavin is always at the school gates at 7:30am. Carrying his flat school bag, he orders fish balls at the snack kiosk on the north side of the school. It was the third day in a row that Minor notices this. [Minor’s Memory Book]

Gavin would occasionally travel around on his bicycle. (Pre-debut Sparky??) He says he was good at riding it. [Lost Love Date]

It was hard to find Gavin as he’s rarely at school, so she didn’t see him until 3 days later when MC went to the library at sunset. 

She tries to retrieve “Byron’s Poetry Collection” from the top of a 2-metre shelf, and since Gavin was a head taller, he was able to help her get it. 

He musters up the introduction that he recited many times- but MC quickly thanks him and leaves before he could speak.

Minor notices Gavin watching after MC and that he was SMIL-ING. 

He helps him locate MC and reports that every day after school she would go to the library for afternoon revision, always sitting in the same seat. 

Gavin sat at a corner not far, quietly flipping through textbooks he hated. People who were reading in the library would be driven away because they were scared of him LOL

MC would then leave at 5pm sharp to go back home. 

Gavin commits to walking back 10 metres behind her with Minor every day on forward. [CN Tilted Time Rumours and Secrets] 

-

Gavin saves Minor from bullies again. Minor dedicates himself to be his “bro”. 

He finds out that MC is an honours student, but doesn’t know that she’s the school orchestra leader. [Mystery Wings Event] and [Mark Date] However, he does know that she’s renowned as the “campus belle/ school flower”.

Minor idly mentions that more people were giving MC love letters.

Gavin tells Minor to collect all the people who were planning to confess their love to MC. Minor doesn’t want to be wingman anymore HAHA

Gavin stared those boys down as they trembled with fear. He tells them to take them back and if they scare her, he’ll make them regret it. 

Minor realises Gavin’s feelings for MC. [Minor’s Memory Book] 

-

MC eats from a small stall outside the school gate selling red bean puffs. ($3 for one, $5 for two. What a deal!) 

She also encounters the stall that sells sugar figurines [Gift of Life- Sugar Figurine Call]

MC ate chocolate sticks often at school. It's also a memory of student life for Gavin, as well. [CN 2021 March Sign-In Taste of Happiness]

Students would scramble for the small swing set in the school garden. MC never went at lunch breaks, but she watches the sunset on it after school. Gavin is sometimes nearby. MC never noticed him, but she does however notice the ginkgo leaves dancing in the wind. [Mini House Small Happening- Leisure Time]

-

Gavin isn’t his usual self anymore. He sees MC out in the library everyday and starts reading “5 Years of College Examinations and 3 Years of Sample Questions” (book for colleague entrance examinations).

MC watches a basketball match at school. She calls someone from an away team “dashing” because they won with a dunk. This has been engraved in Gavin’s memory ever since. [Dreamers Date]

Gavin found out that he was very fond of basketball success stories, rushing into the court to try hundreds of shots after. He writes “I will beat you” beside Sakuragi Hanamichi from a Slam Dunk poster alongside “not a step back”.

(Slam Dunk starts out with a boy wanting to play basketball to impress his crush.)

Gavin then injures his head badly :(

He realises that basketball couldn’t help him to protect anything he wanted. He determines that he will do whatever it takes (to “beat” himself”). [Mystery Wings Event]

-

Gavin leans against a tree as he watches MC hurry down the corridor as she clutches a textbook. [Boundary Rumours and Secrets]

MC would eat pocky. Gavin would eat them too. [2021 March Sign-In Moments]

- 

MC faints during a sports meet because she didn’t eat breakfast.

Gavin hurries to carry her to the infirmary. [CN Delightful Search Date]

He leaves bread and milk before she wakes up.

-

MC is on duty during PE class, which happens to be on basketball. 

Minor was careless about his aim and the ball almost hit her in the head. Gavin slams the ball away. [Minor’s Memory Book]

Gavin glares at Minor as MC thanks him.

Minor also “accidentally” pushes MC towards him.

Gavin glares again.

Gavin later is continuously shooting hoops. 

MC returns late at night to clean up the gym but all had been returned neatly in the basket. MC wanted to thank him but couldn’t. [CN Basketball Court Date]

-

There was a school sports competition that they attended. Gavin participated in the 10 lap race and came first by an impressive large measure. [Minor’s Memory Book]

MC participates in the sprint race, too. Gavin is worried about her performance, and if she would faint again. 

Gavin requests Minor to take a photo of her on his phone (which probably ended up as the photo that he carried with him in his early days at special training where the other men teased him about hiding a photo of a girl.) 

Approaching the End of October 

Gavin, Minor and MC are walking home. 

The weather is cold, and Gavin notices MC shivering in the distance. Gavin, conflicted by this, tells Minor to buy MC a hot drink without telling her that it was from him. [CN Tilted Time Rumours and Secrets] 

MC would occasionally spot a hot drink or a carton of strawberry milk in the piano room. [Chapter 31-12]

-

Gavin one day is conflicted by their early exchange, recalling how MC looks startled at the entrance of the library after seeing each other. His spirit depletes, kicking himself (metaphorically) in the corner of the classroom at how he might have scared her. 

Minor rushes in with a pink bandaid from MC for the wound at his mouth. 

He carefully took that bandaid, treating it as if it was his world’s most precious treasure.

This pink bandaid was always taped on his heart and whenever he stepped into the swamp-like darkness of the night, it gave off a faint warmth. [Mystery Wings Event]

-

MC starts to notice Gavin everywhere. At the corners of windows, she would see his figure. At the library, he would help her retrieve books from higher places. She would also see books laid out on his table, but most of the time he would be sleeping. Beneath his overlapping arms, he sees “Byron’s Poetry Collection”. Gavin doesn’t understand the poems, though. 

Lord Byron's "Don Juan" - Canto the Ninth, XVI 

"To be, or not to be?" — Ere I decide I should be glad to know that which is being? 'Tis true — we speculate both far and wide, And deem, because we see, we are all-seeing; For my part, I'll enlist on neither side Until I see both sides for once agreeing; For me, I sometimes think that Life is Death,

-

At the music rehearsal room on the fifth floor, she would see a corner of his shirt in the wind. 

MC thinks Gavin is friendly and slowly lets down her guard. 

At the canteen, he would offer her the last bottle of water. 

She begins smiling at him when they see each other, with the small arcs forming on her lips, soon becoming smiles that made her eyes squint.

-

MC would walk along the Senior hallways and subconsciously stop at a certain classroom- catching the sight of Gavin sleeping. On one particular day, she sees him standing by the window, staring at the sky. 

-

Minor asks Gavin if he could form a band with him. Gavin rejects him. He then asks Gavin if he wanted to join the school’s singing competition. Gavin rejects him again, saying that he didn’t perform for unimportant people or have others tell him how well he could play.

MC plays “Falling Slowly” on the piano. Gavin hearing this, learns to play the guitar. He doesn’t know the name of the song but familiarises himself with the melody. [CN Music and the Past Call]

-

Whenever school let students out early, she would go to Lynn’s Kitchen. MC gets her noodles with clear broth, chopped scallions and a half-boiled egg. Gavin usually gets his spicy noodles with garlic, cilantro, thinly sliced beef.

Gavin remembers her favourite order. 

MC leaves a post-it note at Lynn’s Kitchen, “I might never see you again and I didn’t even get to say goodbye. I miss you”, about a friend who transferred schools. 

Gavin knows she hates people who leave without saying goodbye the most.

Gavin, also in the vicinity near Lynn’s Kitchen, writes a post note.  “Until I met you.” [Mystery Box Game]

He saves Mr Noah’s son from an accident, immediately takes him to the hospital and pays for the medical fees. [Anime]

-

Gavin dismisses rumours of high school romance. 

“If you confessed on the 7th step of the stairway in the corner of the 3rd floor then it’ll succeed, or if you carved your name and another person’s name on the 6th tree in the courtyard at the back then your misunderstandings will be resolved, or if a guy gave the girl he liked the second button of his uniform on graduation day then the two of them will end up happy together.”

At lunch, he hears MC talking about the second button, and upon seeing her yearning face, he raises his head in thought, suddenly couldn’t wait for graduation. He tears off his second button. [Mystery Wings Event]

Gavin is just in love at this point.

-

Gavin sees one of the top students stealing money from a shop outside of school. The shopkeeper doesn’t believe him. 

He stops the student on his way home to hand him back the money. 

MC sees him at the alley then leaves.

Gavin spent all the money on a walkman he wanted for a very long time.

Mr Keller was the only one who believed in him. He said to him, “Since you can’t change what others think of you, you might as well just listen to your heart.” This had a great impact on Gavin. [Campus Date] 

Winter 

In the snowfall, the school allowed additional ten minutes of break time. The class next to MC’s stuffed Minor’s shirt with snowballs.

Gavin thought of helping him with a counterattack but MC had already returned a snowball to the male student who pulled the prank. 

Gavin looks at MC the whole time. [CN Recovery ASMR]

-

MC overheads girls in her class say that Gavin had bullied students for lunch money that morning. 

MC rides her bike back home after studying at the library for her finals. 

MC sees Gavin being handed an envelope full of money at Lynn’s Kitchen in an alleyway. 

She mistook it for him taking protection money. 

-

Summer of June 2011

On a humid afternoon, MC looks outside the window of the classroom in boredom. A boy in a loose-fitting school uniform ran by. She couldn’t make out his face. [S1 Chapter 7-23]

MC begins to distance herself from Gavin. She rushes out of class and goes straight home instead.

Gavin is sad. He broods by the piano room, goes to the library to brood, then stares at the place MC sits to brood some more. 

Minor wonders how he’s able to stare all afternoon at an empty space in the library but sleeps all day during class hours. [Minor’s Memory Book]

Before graduation, Gavin’s father expresses his thoughts for Gavin to join the organisation for special training. Gavin refuses, but his father uses MC to influence him to agree. 

Gavin remembers the panic and timidity in MC’s eyes when she first met him. He recalls that moment was probably the hardest to bear in his life.

Gavin in his short period of freedom writes a letter to MC. He ponders about what to say, thinking about their first encounter, and how she started to distance herself from him. But all he writes is-  

“Saturday 9am, I will be at the school library waiting for you.

-Gavin.”

-

MC attends the flag-raising ceremony and rehearses her speech. She then leaves to study for her exams. 

Meanwhile, Gavin finishes a fight with other boys from school in an alley after they talk inappropriately about MC. [Old Days Date]

Gavin, bloodied and bruised, asks Minor to make another copy of his letter. 

This is the only thing that Gavin had asked Minor to do so of course, he agreed. [Chapter 7-11]

Minor thinks the letter is a symbol of passion and fierce love due to the bloodstains and decides to keep the original. 

He writes “GAVIN” and places it on MC’s desk for her to see the next day. 

(In the Campus Date, the older MC is the one who finds him instead of Minor and treats him to his injuries. She ends up seeing the contents of the letter to find him later on.)

MC mistakes the letter as a threat and throws it away. 

That Weekend

Gavin sits for 14 hours in the library waiting for MC, scanning the library every now and then.

With a fingertip, he rubs “Byron’s Poetry Collection” and carefully sandwiches a dried and yellowed ginkgo leaf into the book. He suddenly felt a measure of self-deprecation.

He stands up, and leaves, his heart filled with regret that he didn’t give it to her personally. [CN Tilted Time Rumours and Secrets]

After Summer Break- July 

Minor never saw Gavin, and neither did MC. 

“We met often, but never passed by each other. I remember every moment I saw you in school. Time, location, weather, your expression, your clothes...

-I remember them all.”

#gavin #bai qi #mlqc gavin #mlqc analysis #mlqc translation #mlqc cn #mlqc en #love and producer #mr love queens choice #恋与制作人 #mlqc timeline #mlqc storyline #posting early because of exams #im so sad

[intergalactic-padawan]

Of grumpiness and candy stashes

Requested: yes, by a lovely anon who encouraged me to put pen to paper once again

Warnings: none, except for the lack of beta read and my rust ater YEARS of not writing. Hope you like it, and if not, please be kind in the comments (if you feel like writing one, at least)

A/N: Hello everybody! Thanks to a lovely anon who requested a story about Ezra and Kanan taking care of the reader while she’s on her period, I decided that even if it took me like, 3+ days and 4 different drafts I’d try to do it. Sorry if it’s not what you wanted, but i hope you like it!

Pronouns of reader: she/her

*ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! I make mistakes just like everybody else 😉*

The plan had been simple when you all designd it last night: Hera would be taking Chopper, Sabine and Zeb for a mission while the Ghost hovered on the atmosphere, ready to swoop in if needed.

What had'nt been on your plans though, was to wake up irritated by the sound of your own breath and bleeding out of your lower regions. You normally don't wake up this early and grumpy, but your latest sleep cycles hadn't been very regular to start with. The anxiety, the insomnia, the motion sickness, even the pimple that randomly popped up on your belly should have been obvious signs of the times to come, but you had just been too busy to prepare; now, you were facing the wrath of nature in a swarm of hormones that made it near impossible to wait for Kanan and Ezra to wake up while you prepared your favourite period comfort food: crunchy honey flavoured cereal soaked in bantha milk.

You knew how unpleasent you could be in this state, so the best solution was to eat quickly, go back to your room and hope for the best - it being them not even noticing you had stayed on the ship.

But, considering your average luck, it souldn't have taken you a total of 5 minutes to know this wasn't going to work, though. As they loudly entered the kitchen, you made sure to remember the meditative guidelines the older man had taught you a few months earlier:

Breathe in, don't freak out, breathe out.

Breathe in, don't freak out, breathe out.

-"oh, there she is! Hey, Ezra and I were thinking of going to train for a while outside. Is that ok?"

You balled your fists under the table, for once in your life hoping they would put their jedi abilities to good use and read your mind, which was screaming at them to go away.

-"fine by me" - you shrug - "but I won't take the bame if you fall off the ship to certain doom"

The usual joking tone you used when delivering these sorts of lines wasn't there, wich left them both a bit uneasy and unsure of how to act.

Ezra was starting to feel a bit insecure now. Earlier, he had devised the perfect plan for that day before he entered the kitchen with his master: he wanted to get some time alone with you on the sky after training, to hopefully impress you with his saber skills. Kanan would get a check-up call from Hera, Sabine and Zeb after a while, giving the two of you the perfect time frame to bond among the clouds without anyone suspecting a thing.

-"Um... I was- we were actually wondering if you'd like to maybe go with us?" - The hopeful tone in his voice didn't slip by unnoticed to Kanan, but it appeared that you just weren't having it today.

-"It's a good idea." - Kanan offered - "Breathing some fresh air might be good for all of us, we rarely get to stop and do it anymore between hyperspaces and command ships"

-"Thanks for the offer, I'm honoured you'd think of me" - you forced a smile, breathing deeply to keep your emotions in check.

-"So, you're coming along?" - Ezra tried one more time

-"As I said, thanks for thinking of me. But i think I just want to stay in my room for a while, sorry."

Right on cue, you felt the familiar knot in your stomach that indicated a tampon change was due.

-"Good luck out there though, and may the force be with you or whatever." - You rushed out of the kitchen, leaving your bowl unwashed in the sink. Rule of the crew or not, you could wash it later; all you needed now was to raise your legs and not think about nature's punishment for you deciding not to have children.

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...x...

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-"I don't know, Hera" , Ezra says to the blue hologram on top of the table. "I'm not the only one who thinks she's been acting kinda weird today"

-"Exactly" Kanan nodded from behind his padawan "she didn't even want to eat anything with us today, ran through our honey flavoured cereal like they were expiring in a week"

Hera turned her head for a moment, pensive.

-"Have you maybe considered the possibility that she's... on her period?"

To be honest, Eza had no idea what she meant by that, much less why Kanan gasped in realization and facepalmed like it was the most obvious thing and it had slipped right through him.

-"I'm normally not one to assume, she could just be needing some alone time." The twi-lek put her hands on her hips, raising her eyebows "You two sure know how to drive someone crazy, after all"

Ezra was about to interject, but kanan broke him off before he could say anything:

-"Well, it is a possibility. Did she say anything to Sabine?"

-"uh, to be honest kanan," Ezra interrupted, worried about the tone the conversation was taking "I have no idea what you two are talking about. What even is a period? Is she sick?" Hera widened her eyes and let out a small chuckle

-"Well, maybe I should leave you two gentlemen to have this uh... much needed talk. Good luck love" she rushed to end the call before kanan could protest.

His master pursed his lips, looking for words to pop out of the air anywhere but in Ezra's direction. The boy waited, looking patient on the outside but absolutely freaking out on the inside; it hadn't been even a whole day yet! She couldn't be sick of them already, could she? Kanan finally spoke before he could dwell too much on these thoughts, probably sensing his apprentice's worries.

-"So, Ezra... uh- can you tell me what you know about the reproductive system of most biologically female species?"

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...x...

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-Pain.

Pain on your head, pain on your legs, pain on your abdomen and pain on organs you didn't even knew could hurt. You were hungry and nauseated, thirsty but too tired to even think of moving your legs. The ground hurt your feet... Since when was the ghost so cold?

You shuffeled your feet a bit until you were covered by heavy blankets, but it didn't last very long until you started sweating and threw them off the bed. Karabast, you'd have to pick them up later.

-"That's why future me doesn't like me at all" - you mumbled, shifting on the bed until you found a position that didn't feel like loth cats were scratching you from the inside while a million banthas danced and jumped erractically on top of you.

"Probably the same reason Kanan and Ezra have been keeping their distance the whole day too" you thought, guilt washing over you for being the biggest pain in the ass the poor men had to endure.

The rational part of you said that you had been driving them away for a few hours because everything they did somehow irritated you and the best logical solution was to isolate yourself until the rage passed; based on past experiences, that was the best solution you could come up with.

Most of your thoughts since you shut the door, however, said that you were overreacting and that they were completely in the right to hate you for everything you'd done.

"but what have I done to them? i haven't even spent any time with other people since my uterus decided to reenact the clone wars and I had to shut myself off not to explode"

"exactly. Now they probably think you hate them too"

The thought of hurting their feelings stung more that you liked to admit. You had been growing closer to Ezra these last days, and he seemed to like your company as much as you enjoyed his. You were hoping to get some time to talk to him away from everybody else for the first time today, but the universe just had other plans, apparently.

-"well, it's now or never" You groaned, dragging your legs out of the bed. You needed painkillers now, or else you would be useless when the rest of the crew returned at the end of the day.

You finally opened your door fully expecting the other ghost members to be distant, and rightfully so. You were also expecting them to fuss over you - and you prepared yourself to be as patient as possible, maybe even explain why you had been acting the way you did. What you weren't expecting though, was to see them both with piles and piles of pillows and junk food by your door, ready to knock.

-"Heeey, you're back on your feet!" - Kanan exclaimed a bit awkwardly, but mostly excited, after a few moments of stunned silence by the three of you.

-"I am" -you replied cheerfully, but still a bit confused - "still standing, yes. Sorry, were you knocking? I didn't hear"

-"Oh, no, we didn't get to" - Ezra throws the pillows on the ground - "you opened the door before we could."

-"Ok, so what are you doing here? " - you stopped yourself before anything else you said could come out in that accustory tone.

-"I mean, what is..." - you gesture at the boxes of cereal kanan had along with 5 water bottles on this other hand. - "all this?"

-"We thought maybe you needed some water, after an entire day in there" - Kanan offered you your designated mug, which you gratefully took a sip of.

-"Not that it's a problem! Not at all- I mean, we miss you, but we understand you needed some alone time... by yourself. Without us. Or anyone."

You smiled softly, realizing they'd figured out what was going on and grateful they were trying to be as gentle as they could. You really had to be the luckiest person in the entire galaxy.

-"We were just passing by to give you some snacks and to ask if you wanted to join us in the living room for a movie session" - Kanan continued, reassured by your smile -"We're watching this new musical Sabine recommended."

-"we also have candy!" your smile only grew bigger as Ezra took a small box full of colourful treats from his pockets. Were those...?

-"Correlian Favourites of the force? You bet!"

-"Alright, you convinced me" - you picked up the blankets he'd dropped, laughing when he tried to do the same and your foreheads bumped - "but I want the purple ones!"

You snatched the package and ran through the small corridors of the ghost until he tackled you in an embrace, not even trying to get the candies back, Kanan noticed.

Huh. Perhaps the chance for a nice bonding experience wasn't completely ruined for the day yet.

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...x...

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You lay on the floor surrounded by fluffy blankets, with soft hands running through your hair. Kanan was fast asleep behind you, and the movie wasn't even close to ending yet.

-"hey, Ezra?" - you heard him humming in response as he shifted closer

-"where did you get these candies from again? i thought you'd ran out of them in like a week or so"

he flashed a mischevious grin, looking around like anyone could be overhearing

-"can you keep a secret?" you nodded, giggling

-"they were from zeb's stash"

You gasped excitedly and he quickly shushed you, eyes darting to kanan to make sure he really wasn't listening.

-"Ezra, he's gonna kill you if he finds out!" - you just couldnt stop laughing, and his hands now moved from your lips to your shoulders as he tried to contain his laughter as well

-"Well, he's not gonna know if you don't tell him!" - he winked - "plus, for you, it's totally worth it".

#ezra bridger #ezra bridger x reader #ezra bridger x y/n #ezra x you #ezra bridger imagine #ezra bridger fic #i actually did some research on wookiepedia #so i hope it pays out

[tastesoftamriel]

What kinds of foods were you not expecting certain races to enjoy? Like, things you thought for sure the Altmer wouldn't eat EVER, but they actually do?

There are certainly a surprising number of culinary irregularities all Tamrielic races have, despite the overwhelming number of picky eaters (Skyrim and Valenwood, I'm looking at you). These are some of the ones which caught me off-guard...

Argonians

Traditional Argonian cuisine is known for being spicy and a whirlwind of flavours, so the mildness and complexity of foam frog soufflé was not what I expected! In terms of taste and texture, it's comparable to the classic Breton orange liqueur flambéed soufflé. The naturally-occurring foam generated by foam frogs is whipped with coconut milk and scuttlebloom nectar, then gently baked in delicate clay ramekins in a traditional stone oven. It is then sprinkled with a bit of coconut sugar, and drenched in sweet banana liqueur before getting blasted with a Flame spell right at your table! Don't think you can try this at home though- this recipe takes a lot of skill to pull off, and is considered one of the most impressive dishes in Saxhleel cuisine. And yes, it's Breton-approved, but don't tell them that the frog foam is actually residue from mating and is filled with tadpoles.

Breton

On that note, the Breton kitchen is full of surprises! It's well known that High Rock gastronomy is very focused on sit-down meals and the correct use of cutlery, so finger foods aren't very traditional, even among the common folk. It blew my mind when I first visited Daggerfall and found taverns and market stands selling Orcish kebabs! These messy, enormous rolls have been downsized (and underfilled) to suit Breton tastes, but the strongly spiced goat meat, frost mirriam yoghurt sauce, and tasty radish balls are true to the original! You'll even find nobles sending their butlers out to procure a hot kebab for them to eat out of view of the public eye...it would be mortifying if somebody saw a drop of chili sauce dripping down a noblewoman's chin!

Bosmer

Green Pact Bosmeri food isn't known for its sweets, so the very existence of meat-based desserts was initially baffling to me. A Valenwood favourite is the boiled pudding, which is made from eggs, milk, suet, and cricket flour, and sweetened with imported sugar, sweet condensed milk, or candied fruit. As such, these dense puddings are sometimes known as Falinesti Forbidden Fruit, and they're sometimes decorated to look like large oranges, apples, or coconuts for the shock factor! And if you're curious to try this strange but tasty dessert, you'll be pleased to know that a new recipe is coming soon...

Nords

I admit it, Skyrim cuisine can be a little bland compared to the food of most other races, but this little gem is a dish most outsiders don't know about- Akaviri casserole. I don't know if it's actually Akaviri in origin, or if somebody just thought it sounded exotic, but it is deceptively spicy, and not in a way most Tamrielic people know it. Its key ingredient is frost peppercorns, which grow at high altitudes in Skyrim and around the Druadach Mountains, are coveted by alchemists, but also pack a serious punch in any dish. While regular chilis have a sharp burn, frost peppercorns leave a numbing, tingly feeling that spice masochists love. Anywhere from a couple of peppercorns to a whole fistful of them go into a casserole dish with an eidar cheese sauce, venison, juniper berries, and vegetables like potatoes and carrots. In other words, it's just another Nord dish...but painful.

Redguards

I mentioned a while ago that Redguards detest moldy or fermented foods, due to the close association with rot and death. There is an exception to this however, and it's surprisingly something that's served in every Hammerfell household: fish paste. Similar in taste to the Imperial garum, fermented fish paste is literally made from leftover fisherman's offcuts which usually have been left out in the sun all day. Rather than leaving the scraps to the vultures, at the end of the day they're shovelled into stone amphorae containing gods know what (it's a closely guarded secret) and are left to ferment for two days in a cellar. Of course, there are plenty of posh Redguard fish pastes on the market with Abecean longfin caviar, but this is first and foremost a food of the common people, with humble (if slightly gross) origins.

Imperials

I've always loved the predictability of Cyrodiilic cooking...until you find something like barbecued minotaur ribs. Ribs aren't anything surprising, but Imperial ribs are usually tender, delicate lamb or faun. Eating is a serious, dignified affair, so this is a completely astounding defiance of customs. Minotaur meat is a rare delicacy, and they're normally basted in a red wine, honey, and mustard sauce, and grilled on flaming coals. The end result is a meaty, sweet mess, and definitely just as undignified to eat (if not moreso) than the Breton kebabs. If you're willing to get your hands dirty and abandon haughty Imperial decorum, you've found a carnivore's dream.

Khajiit

Gryphons can be dangerous pests to the Khajiit living outside city walls in Elsweyr. When they've snatched enough sheep or wounded people, villagers will often band together and hunt the responsible gryphon, and eat it at a communal feast. A successful gryphon hunt is a cause for celebration among Khajiit, and is seen as a good omen and blessing from Hircine, the Hungry Cat. The reason this is fascinating to me is that gryphons are sort of like a cross between turkey and beef in form and taste, and no other race eats them. After it is plucked, gryphon meat is hacked into chunks and distributed by the clan chief between households, who then cook and share it with the village. Gryphon dishes range from red curried gryphon with saffron rice to a simple roast gryphon with moon sugar.

Altmer

It's an industry joke that cooking for High Elves is like trying to milk a kagouti; it makes no sense, they're probably going to get mad, and it's impossible. Imagine my astonishment, then, when I learned that even haughty Summerset is not immune from the delicious clutches of...macaroni and cheese. They'll opt for ingredients like cave-aged, 80 year old vintage indrik cheddar or authentic Cyrodiilic buckwheat  orrechiette, but I was shocked that this humble dish was a treat that's well-loved in Summerset, despite its lack of technical complexity. It's a rare treat though, because all that cheese grease is bad for the Altmer complexion!

Dunmer

Nothing is particularly surprising from the old guard of traditional Vvardenfell cooking- after a few kwama eggs and guar steaks, you get the general idea. What I do find surprising is the emergence of Skyrim Dunmeri cuisine. It's been a couple of generations since the refugees fleeing Morrowind settled in Solstheim and largely Windhelm, and those born in Skyrim have developed a cooking style of their own. Based on traditional Dunmeri dishes like crab meat and scuttle, you'll find local ingredients used as substitutes. Apparently, the juices from Nord pickled herring makes the perfect substitute for kwama egg whites...I'll leave it at that.

Orcs

It's known that the radish is an Orc's favourite vegetable, and it's served tender, crunchy, baked or raw in any Orcish dish under the sun. Radish tea-sandwiches are therefore one of the more confusing foods I've come across, though they're mostly served by Wrothgarian and High Rock Orsimer. Soft wheat bread is buttered and layered with horseradish chutney, raw radish slices, and cucumber slices. They're cut into dainty triangles are are usually a snack food, though other races view them as canapés served at high tea or parties. However, when I asked an old hearthwife on Betnikh about radish tea-sandwiches, I was threatened a beating because it was embarrassing, and to tusk off and find some mammoth. If you never hear from me again, you know who got me.

#the elder scrolls #tes #world building #Worldbuilding #Asks #long post

[casualmaraudering]

some random modern marauders headcanons:

Sirius texts back within seconds. you barely send a message and he's already opened it, he has his phone in his hand most the time. he texts in multiple messages instead of one longer message. no capital letters, no punctuation

James makes so many typos. so. many. (usually everyone makes fun of him for doing so). unironically uses :) like a cute smile

Peter texts with normal punctuation and capitalisation. his texts end with full stops (it gives remus a lot of anxiety)

Remus doesn't text back for several hours, you're lucky if he replies within like two or three hours. it's not that he even doesn't see the text, he swipes the notification away, tells himself he'll reply in a minute, and then forgets

Remus will, however, text at the most crazy hours. random Wikipedia facts at 4am, saying he's going to sleep at 6am. the boy is kind of a mess but it's ok

Sirius sends snapchats of his face, without filters. he's just that confident

James usually has some very stupid filter

Peter will take a cute photo of something in his surrounding as a snap background

& Remus doesn't even open the front camera, the best you'll get is a photo of his shoes - until he eventually builds up confidence ofc, bc we stan growth

Remus's Instagram is mostly aesthetic photos of various books he reads, or bookshops. sometimes a teacup

Sirius has photos of himself, dogs, his friends, his brother, lots of random stuff

James's is mostly himself and his friends just vibing

Peter's is 99% plants

Sirius posts the most, but that's not exactly surprising

Sirius!! has!! braces!! he hates them more than everything but everyone thinks they look really cute

when it comes to Starbucks orders (Sirius pays every time, cause he's got his dad's credit card and all):

Sirius always orders a black coffee, no milk or sugar

James tries out a different thing every time

Peter sticks with a chai latte

Remus goes for whatever's the sweetest. usually a hot chocolate, sometimes a flavoured latte with extra syrup

Remus, due to many reasons, doesn't exactly eat healthy stuff. or has a balanced diet. so whenever they all eat out together (again Sirius pays. it's commonly accepted he does, since he's got enough money to probably buy the country of France) they try to pick a place that will have a good level of nutritional value

Remus would settle for Mcdonalds but try to argue with James and Sirius

they rarely go clothes shopping together (mainly cause Sirius shops in shit like Dolce & Gabbana and Remus is very embarrassed about shopping mostly at thrift stores) but if they do usually at least one person will buy a hoodie or sweater that's designated for Remus to steal

someone will just,,,, accidentally leave it at Remus's and all

Remus plays RPGs and is a DM whenever they all play D&D

Sirius likes to play the sims cause he can make everyone and have a nice happy home (and make himself and Remus be in love and get married)

James and Sirius also have a campaign in Fifa, of course.

Peter and Remus play Minecraft. so does Regulus actually

speaking of Regulus, of course most of the group know him as "Sirius's baby brother" (that's exactly what they say when they talk about him, Reg would hate that but oh well) but Remus and him are actually friends, despite the 5 years of difference

like yes Regulus is 12 but he's very mature and Remus likes to give him book recommendations and teach him to play D&D

Sirius has a projector in his room. because he can and therefore he does

a lot of the times the boys will sneak into the Black estate, actually. Sirius's parents are away on business trips more often than not, so it's just the staff, which means they can do whatever they want

Sirius's house is very much a Rich People House, Remus still can't get over it. yes, James and Peter are also wealthy but Sirius's place screams that the most. he has a popcorn machine. a cinema room. several dining rooms. there's even a party room with a freaking pool table

Sirius likes to be dramatic and climb up the tree and through the window to Remus's room

he fell and broke his hand once. but hey. the romance of it all is more important

Remus has an unreasonable amount of fairy lights in his room. he likes the soft glow (he's afraid of the dark, everyone knows, but everyone pretends they don't know)

Sirius drags everyone to the movies at least once a month

he also plans holiday trips together, he's rather good at that. pays for it all and asks Remus's parents for permission just so Remus himself can't say no

Sirius goes all out on Halloween, of course. he likes spooky and yet stylish outfits. Lily is also with him in the spooky train, except she goes all spook, zero glam. she would dress like the nun from that horror movie

James & Peter will dress like superheroes or movie characters

Remus kind of can't be bothered, he'd just wear a headband with dog ears and say he's a werewolf

Sirius gives all of his Halloween candy to Remus, cause he himself doesn't really like sweets (and he's trying to woo Remus but we all know that)

Remus really likes stickers on all his notebooks, all the surface area there is is covered in them

Sirius has a singular sticker on his laptop that just says "I'm gay" like that's it. he also has a similar one on his guitar

Sirius took ballet classes when he was little but none of the marauders know

James's parents own a boat, which really shouldn't be surprising. what is surprising is that apparently Sirius gets very seasick very easily. yeah the one trip they all took wasn't all that fun

Sirius doesn't drink and so he's just chilling while the rest of them does shots randomly on the weekend sometimes. he doesn't mind, he likes to be included anyway. and someone has to make sure they don't accidentally drown in James's pool (almost happened once)

James or Sirius are usually the ones that go complain when something is wrong, let's say when ordering coffee. Peter doesn't like to do that and Remus is extremely socially anxious so he'd rather die than go ask for someone to fix his drink

as fancy as Sirius and James are, they both agree no snack is better than Rem's toasted pb&j

#look at me trying to start including Peter lol #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #the marauders #james potter #lily evans #regulus black #peter pettigrew #my tag #headcanon tag

[sombreboy]

Bad kitten ☼ yandere!jhs x hybrid!reader

▎18+ ▎ xtremity; 6 ▎ pairing: jhs x hybrid!y/n ▎ genre:smut, hybrid!au ▎ word count: 3.3k ▎ warnings: cursing, petnames, dirtytalk, controlling/obsessive/manipulative jhs, toxic relationship, stockholm syndrome-esque themes, hoseok threatens jin's owner, punishment blowjob

Request by anon: may I request a hybrid reader x yandere owner hoseok where he adopts her & keeps her in the apartment to protect her. She's soft/innocent from and happily agrees🥺, but it turns out she's been sneaking out when he's gone to play with the neighbor's hybrid (jin) bc he comes home to find her "'missing". If Hoseok punishes her, I'm going to leave details up to you.

''Hello, little kitten.''

Hoseok crouched down next to your sitting stature in the little room you were in. He'd come to the shelter to adopt a new pet, and his eyes immediately had been drawn to your picture in the list of available hybrids.

That's when he decided to come visit you, the shy little cat hybrid that was idly sitting on your bed with a book. You seemed calm, a little reserved, and incredibly adorable. Just his type. You hadn't seen the outside world much, spending most of your life in shelters. How somebody hadn't adopted you yet was beyond his knowledge, but he was also thrilled that you were gonna be his.

''Hello, Mister.'' You glanced up at him, a slight blush on your cheeks at his close proximity. He was crouched down, eyes soft and a small smile on his lips that showed off his handsome features, little dimples pushing on his cheeks as if an angel had left deep kisses on them.

''What's your name?'' He already knew your name, but he wanted to hear you say it yourself. Your voice was so sweet, so tiny, like honey in his eardrums.

''I'm Y/N.'' You reply, shutting your book closed and putting it in your lap, fingers lightly fiddling with the cover of it. Your cheeks reddened further when you felt him sit down on the bed next to you.

''Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi.''

You nodded, trying out his name quietly like a whisper, ''Hobi..''

He smiled wider, a fluttering in his chest erupting like butterflies.

''Hey, how would you like to come live with me, hm?''

Your eyes widened, your hair whipping in the air when you rapidly turn to look at him, a look of shock and disbelief painted across your face,

''W-what? You mean–''

He nods, a bright smile on his lips as he reaches out to move strands of hair away from your face,

''All I gotta do is fill out the paperwork, and you're mine. But I wanted to ask you first. Would you like to be my pet?''

He was only partially lying, he hadn't filled out the paperwork yet, but he knew he was gonna do it whether you wanted it or not. He wanted you, and that was all that mattered. But making you feel like you had a choice in this would make this whole thing a much more positive experience.

You wrap your arms around him in a hug, nuzzling your face into his chest. He caresses your chair, inhaling your scent as if you were a drug.

''Yes.... Thank you, Hobi...'' You almost sobbed, and he sighed with content. You were all he ever wanted.

''I promise to protect you forever.''

Since Hoseok had brought you home to his lavish apartment, you felt like you had it all. You got proper food, new clothes that he picked out for you (he loved dressing you up in cute little summer dresses to please his eye.), and he even let you use his gaming consoles as much as you wanted. You weren't great at it, but being able to entertain yourself was important to him, since he rarely let you out of the apartment. You never thought much of it, as this was the way you were used to live since the shelter, yet it felt like you had freedom because you had this grand apartment filled with luxuries to explore and play with. He surely was doing well for himself. He didn't talk much about what he does for work, but as far as you understood, he was a famous performer.

The only time he took you outside was when you were with him, shopping or eating out. Occasionally, he'd take you for small events and festivals just to see the amazed look on your face from all the things you've never seen before.

At one occasion you'd asked him if you could go outside by yourself, for which he had a concerned look on his face, cupping your cheeks as he stared at your face,

''It's dangerous outside, my kitten. I wouldn't want you to get lost or hurt, so you can never leave the apartment without me. You understand that do you?''

You lean your cheek into his hand with a small smile, ''Okay, Hobi.''

He presses a soft kiss on your nose, ''I only say this because I love you. I don't know what I'd do if you were to get hurt or taken away from me.''

You scrunch your nose, a small giggle rolling off your lips.

Hoseok smiles, his thumbs stroking your ceeks with a fond expression on his face, ''You understand, right? Tell me.''

''I understand. I won't go anywhere without you.''

He smiles with a pleased sigh, pressing his forehead against yours,

''You're such a good girl. I'm heading to work now, I'll be back tonight.''

You nod, staying obediently in the couch as he heads for the door. He stops for a moment to look back at you, smiling,

''Call me if you need anything, I'll bring home your favourite dinner tonight. Love you, kitten.''

''I love you too, Hobi. Have a nice day at work!''

He winks before closing the door behind him, the sound of him locking the door from the outside echoing before hearing his footsteps slowly fading as he leaves for work.

Now, you loved Hoseok with every fibre of your being. He took care of you, fed you, kept a roof over your head, and provided you with every drop of affection that you ever needed. You were so, so happy & lucky to have an owner like him.

And you were grateful, you truly were. But... You had one little secret. Just a tiny, teeny one. No big deal.

A few weeks ago you were sitting on the balcony of the apartment, enjoying the sunshine and a cold glass of milk. It was a regular, perfect day.

Suddenly, a sweet, honey-laced voice had caught your attention from the balcony next to yours. They were fairly close, so you could clearly see the handsome face of the man sitting on the balcony with a bright smile on his plush lips.

''Hey, neighbour!'' He exclaimed, holding up his glass of a soda and ice. The ice in the glass clinked as he held it up, pretending that he was clashing it with yours before taking a loud chug, followed by an overexaggerated 'ahh!'

You giggled, mirroring his movements as you finished off your milk. Glancing over at him, he had his eyes completely fixed on you, the way the sun lit up his beautiful features had you blushing quite a bit.

''Hello.'' You reply timidly.

His smile remained on his lips, ''I haven't seen another hybrid around for a while, it's refreshing to the eyes,'' He said, inhaling deeply for continuing, ''You smell nice.. I mean, for a cat.''

You scrunched your nose, the small fangs of yours poking out with your smile, ''Likwise, I mean.. for a dog.''

Jin laughed, the sound was slightly obnoxious, but nothing less than infectious. You couldn't help but smile, the light conversation made you happy. It had you slightly confused, Hoseok had told you that everyone except him are dangerous.

Everyone wants to hurt you, or even take you away from me.

His words echoed in the back of your mind, and your smile faltered with it. Seokjin noticed, and a concenered smile played on his lips.

''So, you're Mr. Hoseok's new pet?''

Your ears perked up, tail slightly whipping behind you,

''You know Hobi?''

Seokjin shrugged, ''We're aquainted. He's friends with my owner... But they haven't hung out in a while.''

You felt a little better knowing that this hybrid knows Hoseok. So maybe it gave you a little reassurance that this was okay. This hybrid was nice and easy to talk to.

''By the way, where is he now?'' Seokjin asked.

''He's at work.''

Jin stood up, his tail wagging so hard that his hips moved with it,

''You should come over, my owner finally got me a new kitchen set that I'd love to use, but it's no fun cooking for myself! Maybe you wanna help me?''

You felt excited, nodding heavily before your shoulder sank once more,

''I can't get out though....''

Jin crooked an eyebrow, ''Why not?''

''The door is locked....''

Seokjin seemed concerned, ''You can't open it... from the inside?''

You shook your head, ''It doesn't have anything on it except a hole for his keys.''

''Well, you're a cat hybrid. Just jump over here, I'll catch you.''

You guess you could, you were quite agile. But the continuous words of Hoseok kept replaying in the back of your head, but the excitement of seeing your new friends was stronger. Hobi knew him, and he was so much fun. You were sure this wasn't a big deal.

''Okay!''

And just like that, weeks had gone by of Hoseok going to work, and you sneaking over to Seokjin's through the balcony to play. It surely was innocent, experiencing new flavours of food and pastries, seeing movies you didn't even know existed. You grew quite close, and it became natural to spend time with Seokjin, the dog hybrid. Your best friend.

One early afternoon, Hoseok had been able to get the rest of the day off due to his schedule being cancelled, so he thought he'd come home to surprise you with some new outfits and toys. The smile on his face quickly faded when he stepped inside of the apartment, and noticed that it was completely quiet.

Usually you'd be sprinting into his arms by now.

''Kitten? I'm home!''

He put the bags on the floor along with his jacket, running his hands through his hair as he strode to your bedroom only to find it empty.

He practically ran to check all other rooms, his heart pounding so hard in his ribcage that it felt like it would burst. With worry, and with anger.

''Y/N?! This isn't funny! If this is some fucking prank–'' The crease between his brows was strong, but he was silenced when he heard what sounded like your laugh. But it wasn't from here. Was he going crazy?

Hoseok noticed the balcony door was open, so he went outside. That's when he heard your giggle once more from the balcony next to his, the door creaked open on that side as well.

His blood was boiling. You'd broken his one and only rule? Somebody else was making you happy?

If he had no self control left he would've just jumped over to the balcony, but he had to keep his composure. He didn't want to draw any unecessary attention towards himself.

''What a bad kitten...'' He sighed as if he didn't want to say those words, quietly walking back inside, leaving the balcony door open for you.

He considered going over there and bring you back, but he figured he'd see just how long you were staying there. And, as he figured, let you enjoy the last time you'd see that dog hybrid. Actually... He couldn't wait, but he figured out one way to speed up your return.

Hoseok called his neighbour and owner of Seokin, Namjoon. They hadn't spoken outside of work for a while, for good reason. After quite a few long seconds, he answered.

''What do you want?'' Namjoon said in a cold voice.

''It's come to my knowledge that your dog has been playing with my kitten lately.'' Hoseok chuckled lightheartedly, ''I don't remember allowing this.''

Namjoon 'hmm'-ed for a second, ''I wasn't aware you had a new pet.''

''Well, I do... and I'd really recommend for you to tell your dog to stop seeing my kitten if you don't wanna have to get a new pet as well.''

Namjoon remained quiet for a second before exhaling a sigh, ''Fine. Now please don't call me outside of work.''

With that, Hoseok hung up with a victorious smile on his lips, leaning back into the couch as he waited for you.

''I should head back, it's getting late...'' You looked at the clock, knowing that Hoseok should be home from work soon. Jin nodded, giving you a hug before whispering into you ear,

''I'll miss you.''

''I'll be back tomorrow, don't miss me too much.'' You giggle as you hug him back before withdrawing, walking out on his balcony. Quietly and with precision, you jump over back to your side before sneaking back inside. The apartment was dark, and you got startled when you heard your owners voice from the couch when you walked by.

''And where have you been, kitten?''

You freeze, turning towards his stature sitting in the dark, but you can see him clearly, a perk from being a cat hybrid.

''A-ah, Hobi! You're home early...'' You stutter out.

He chuckled as he stood up and sauntered closer to you, one hand reaching up to grasp onto your jaw,

''I got home early to surprise you, but it seems like you don't care about me anymore. Hm?''

You shook your head, ''T-that's not true!''

He tils his head to the side, biting his lower lip to prevent it from trembling with anger. His eye twitched with his next words,

''Then why would you do this me, Y/N? I had one rule... And you broke it! How long have you been sneaking over to that filthy dog, huh?!''

You flinch at his words, feeling the guilt wash over you, his words hitting you like a truck. You hated when he was disappointed or angry at you.

''I'm s-sorry... I didn't think it was a big deal, he was nice to me, and–''

''That's how they manipulate you, Y/N! Everyone seems nice, but truly he wanted to take you away from me! He wanted to break us apart, is that what you wanted?! You're too naive for this outside world!''

His voice raised with every word, almost yelling at you at this point. You shrunk beneath him, feeling small and vulnerable as he cupped your cheeks to look up at his face. His eyes softened when he saw tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

''Kitten,'' He sighed, ''I'm sorry for yelling... I..I just can't stand the thought of losing you. I got so worried when you weren't where you were supposed to be. You understand that, right?''

You nodded.

''Tell me you understand.''

''I u-understand, Hobi... I'm sorry, I'm sorry...''

He smiled, ''Good girl... Now, I know you would never intentionally hurt me, but I have to teach you a lesson now... I have to punish you, so that you know who you belong to.''

You swallowed tightly, looking up at him. He swiped your escaping tears away from your cheeks.

''You will take my punishment like a good girl, and I will forgive you.''

''Y-yes... Anything.''

''Get on your knees.''

As if your body was remoted by his commands, you instantly dropped to your knees in front of him. He turned on the TV to get a dimmed light, to be able to see you just enough. The sight below him was one of his favourites, making him feel in control of you, and the look on your eyes of wanting to please him.

''You're so fucking pretty, kitten.''

A small smile pulled on your lips, yet sitting still as you know he likes to control your every move. He put his hands on his hips, a dominant posture of his as he stares down at you,

''Undo my belt and take off these pants for me, my love.''

You obey, your small hands struggling to undo his belt at first, the embarrassment on your face and blush on your cheeks another turn on for Hoseok. You looked so small.

When the zipper finally come undone, you pull down his pants to his thighs.

''Underwear too.''

He watched your movements, your delicate hands pulling down at the hems of his boxers until his cock is revealed to you. It wasn't hard yet, idly waiting for your attention.

''If you hadn't been such an obedient pet, I would've already been rock hard for you...''

''I-I'm sorry..''

He clacked his tongue, ''Words doesn't mean anything, kitten. You better work for my cum now... Go on, suck on it.''

You lean in, hands placed in your lap as you take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it as your eyes peer up at his expression. He was focused, a crease between his brows as he stared down at you with a piercing gaze.

''There you go... I'm already getting hard for you.. Much better than your words.''

He groans quietly when you take down his entire length into your mouth, easier done when he's only half erect. You gag after a few bobs when his cock grew in your mouth to full erection, letting his cock go with a pop of your lips to breathe.

His hand suddenly flies out to grasp your hair, pulling you back in to shove his cock down your throat.

''I didn't say you could stop, kitten. Keep sucking.''

You whimper, a muffled sound that made his cock twitch in your throat as he held you in place, now guiding your movements back and forth to feel your warm tongue stroke against the bottom of his length.

''You understand why I'm disappointed in you, don't you?''

He moves his hips, fucking into your mouth starting at a gentle rhythm that slowly grows rougher with every few strokes,

''You understand that you hurt me, didn't you?''

Muffled sounds escape your throat, drool dripping down from your mouth to pool at the floor. He is now pistoning his hips into your mouth, the wet squelching noise of your wet throat, feeling the way your insides contract.

''Breathe through your nose, kitten,'' He whispers with a strained voice, ''I'm gonna cum down your throat, and you're gonna swallow it all. Then, I will not give you any pleasure, you don't deserve it.''

Your eyes screw shut, focusing hard on breathing as your hands clench into fists in your lap, letting him mouthfuck you to his content. You wanted him to be proud of you, to be pleased with you.

Without warning, he gives a few rough, long strokes into your mouth before his hips freeze, cock shoved deep down your throat as he cums. Several hot, thick ropes of cum spill down your throat, feeling it dribble down and heat up your insides, a low guttural moan vibrating in his chest.

Hoseok keeps still for a moment until he's absolutely sure he's given you every last drop of himself before pulling himself out of you, crouching down until he's eye level with you, his hand letting go of your hair moving to caress your cheek.

''Swallow.''

You swallow obediently with a loud gulp.

''Show me what a good girl you are.''

You open your mouth wide, tongue hanging out to show him that you swallowed everything. He hums with content, leaning in to give you a soft kiss on your lips.

''I forgive you. Now let's heat up the food I brought, it's your favourite.''

You smiled at his words, letting him take your hand in his after he buckles his belt back on, leading you to the kitchen with him to prepare the dinner.

Nothing made you happier than hearing that he loves you.

He took care of you, fed you, kept a roof over your head, and provided you with every drop of affection that you ever needed. You were so, so happy & lucky to have an owner like him.

© sombreboy 2020. Do not repost, edit or translate.

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1.) I only drink water, but I drink a LOT of it. Seriously, I hate anything that's carbonated, (the feeling of the fizz is absolutely appalling), I don't like any hot drinks, drinks are meant to be cold! (tea, hot chocolate, coffee,) I don't like anything with caffeine that isn't included in the hot drinks, (the only exception being a neste green tea like once a year), I don't like juice, its too sweet and too high in sugar for my diet (I allow myself watermelon juice, again, maybe once a year) I can't have energy drinks, I like white milk but Its too high in fat for me to have more than like a glass a month tops, I don't like chocolate milk, or basically any other drinks that don't fit into these categories (Flavored water included, flavoured water is gross) xD The only things other than water are the very rare milkshake or smoothie, and maybe a raspberry lemonade in the summer. Having said that, I drink A LOT of water, I kept a water journal for a week, out of 7 days, the lowest amount of water I drank in 24h was 2.3L (the highest was 2.9L) Also warm water is gross, Ice water is heaven.

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3) Contrary to what you probably believe based on my writing, I hate romcoms, comedies, and action, basically any and every movie genre that isn't horror. Im a HUGE horror movie fan. When it comes to supernatural horror, if you can think of a movie, chances are Ive seen it or it's on my list. (Not including the disturbing movie genre or slasher/gore movies, I prefer horror with more story) I haven't seen a single dc or Marvel movies (aside from suicide squad, but I fast played through most of it xD) I haven't seen sharknado, James bond, most action movies. I basically only watch horror and Disney/pixar animated movies everybody loves those) with the exception of the occasional fantasy movie. My favourite horror movies are (not in order necessarily) "Before I wake" "the conjuring," "lights out," "the grudge series" "the thing(the OG, not the remake)" "The exorcist(obvi)"

Basically, I absolutely love creepy stuff too, Ive memorized so many creepy poems, etc etc, Which is something I doubt most of my followers would expect xD But my social anxiety can't handle comedy or romance, so much cringe, basically nothing but horror or animated is entertaining to me, its all just, bleh xD Also, ty so much, Im glad you enjoy my blog! <3

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SEEDS THAT GROW - Tobisaku, Madasaku, Ita(masaku)

CHAPTER 2 - BEST FRIENDS

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First chapter garnered more attention than I had expected it to ngl! But it felt nice to know ppl like wtv im trying out here. Here is chapter 2! Just a reminder I’m not a creative writer (nor do I write well at all lol). This is just fun for me and allows me to focus on something new during quarantine :) It’s pr slowburn but focuses on a lot of Sakura’s thoughts and feelings. (and her amazing friendship with Ino) 

TW : mentions of depression, anxiety, self-loathing, etc

“Yeah I’ve definitely seen you at the club before!” Itama pointed at her, mouth wide open in a boyish smile.

There was no way this Itama boy was that boy. Was there? 

Sakura’s eyes were eagle wide but she quickly shook it off with an awkward laugh. She really couldn’t be sure if it was him, but maybe it was? There really was a possibility. 

“Ah, you know maybe! I can’t recall if I have seen you on a night out though.” she tried to calm her nerves down with even more awkward laughter, but she caught Itachi’s eyes. He could see she was a little uncomfortable.

“Maybe you were like really drunk or something but I’ve definitely seen you-”

“Itama, you’ve seen everyone at the club.” Itachi rescued her. She gave Itachi a silent look of thanks. He only nodded in reply. “And you know, you talk too much man.” He slapped the Itama boy on the back.

“Was just trying to be friendly!”

“More like annoying. Why are we friends again?” Shisui tapped his finger on his chin comedically before laughing and receiving punches. 

The boys were strangers to her, with maybe the exception of Itachi, but she barely ever spoke to anyone outside of her girl group. She never allowed herself to talk to guys casually, and there was a reason for that as stupid as some people felt about it- but it made sense to her at the time and she feared getting close to people.

So this, this, this was nice. And this was a good thing, a casual conversation with friendly guys. She smiled at the thought, because she missed the times when she had close male friends. 

“Alright, everyone’s here according to the attendance list.” Madara announced whilst shuffling the papers in his hand. He pointed to the board making sure to point out the layout of the plans for tomorrow. “The introductory session is tomorrow and we’ve all assigned you to specific roles. We have a large group of eager college students who want to learn more about the wondrous world of medicine and medical practices. If you look at the board you’ll see about 5 groups, each group having 10 students. And two of you will essentially be leading each group and bring them around our campus, then the facilities in our building. This tour will all happen after the presentation that I and Izuna will prepare. Lecture hall 2 alright. You should ALL be there before students arrive. Is that clear?” 

The many student volunteers nodded. 

“Do we have to do anything before the talk?” Itama raised his hand and spoke. 

“Usher in and organise the students coming into the hall. Just make sure everything’s done in an orderly fashion. Knowing you Itama...please do this and work with Itachi.” 

Madara knew Itama? Sakura quirked her brow glancing ever so slightly at the boy with the badly done highlights. She wondered what relationship they had for Madara to speak so casually of him. 

“Will this be sent to us through email?”

“Of course, you’ll receive the plans, groups, layout and even the presentation when you leave the union. We professors aren’t stupid enough to think any of you, or one of you, could remember this stuff.” A playful smirk plastered on Madara’s face was all it took for Sakura to understand that he was probably only referring to Itama. “Alright 3.30pm tomorrow. Go home and get some rest.”

Who were they to each other?

“You know, I get why nii-san finds your uncle annoying and doesn’t like him very much.” Itama grumbled. 

“Eh well to be honest, I get your brother.” Shisui shrugged in response. “Madara likes Itachi though, because he’s a ‘prodigy’.” Itachi only smiled at the mention of his name.“He’s your professor right uh-sorry what’s your name?” 

“Ah yeah he is.” a pause. “Uh my name is Sakura. And he’s really a good teacher though.” She got up from her seat and caught sight of the mentioned professor turning off the projector. 

And then she realised he was looking right back at her with a piercing red gaze. Embarrassment rose in her and her cheeks felt hot; she looked away as quickly as she noticed his gaze and covered her face from him. 

What was that reaction?

“Sakura? I bet you hear how fitting that is.” Shisui snorted. She noticed Itachi was giving her some sort of look, but she couldn’t really figure it out. 

Ah shit, he knows. 

“Yeah, but you don’t have him constantly picking on you in class and after class and outside of university.” 

“Outside of university?” Sakura questioned. 

“Yeah, he’s just close to my family. Don’t really understand how or why.” Itama says hands stretched up in the air. 

“Don’t know why we’re close to you.” Itachi teased coolly, earning him an annoyed look from Itama. 

“Yo, anyone wants some bubble tea. Kokoro Kafe?” Shisui and Itachi grabbed their bags and headed towards the door. “I could do with some milk tea.”

“My sweet tooth and I agree. Sakura?” Sakura looked at the boys in front her. Were they really inviting her to go out and eat? Her? 

It was a good thing, they were nice people, and where was the harm in getting to know them?

But Sakura couldn't accept this.

“It’s alright, thank you though. I really do appreciate the invite. I’m just going to go back home and eat.” She smiled, eyes closed. “It was really nice meeting you three though.” She waved, and the boys all waved back and left the union. 

She sighed.

Outside, it was getting dark. The blue paint of the sky was darkening to a violet tone dashed with white specks of clouds. The yellow street lights only added to the magical transition of day to evening. It was quiet - but not eerily so, soft fading chatter of students echoed around the campus and the sounds of distant birds were sung in the air. 

Sakura breathed in, taking in the moment. She was sitting down on the cold stone steps in front of the union. She rarely ever looked at the scenery around her, but when she did, it helped her feel a little bit more at peace. It helped her feel a little bit more alive.

“Sakura?”

“Sir, you haven’t left?” a sudden bubble of anxiety exploding in her.

“I am now. Are you alright?” He asked. She wasn’t sure if he was asking just to be nice or if he genuinely was concerned. 

He probably didn’t care, he just had to ask as her teacher. Realistically speaking, why would anyone really care anyways. She was pretty burdensome and didn’t deserve to be worried about by even her closest friends. 

“Yeah, I’m fine!” She smiled, her smile feigning genuine happiness.

“Alright then.” He passed her a...cookie? “Just making sure. Get home safe, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He pointed at her, his expression asking her for confirmation. She just nodded in reply with the same smile.

His figure grew smaller as he walked away and into the parking area, and her stomach felt even more uncomfortable now that she was alone. But she wanted to be alone, so she really couldn’t complain about the discomfort. 

Also, what the fuck? A cookie?

--

“I kind of wanted to ask for her number…” 

“Then you should have before we left.” Shisui sipped his Chatime drink. “But then again, maybe you scared her off with all that eagerness.” 

“I don’t think I came off too forward.” Itama stated questioningly, and looked to Itachi for an answer.

“I mean...when you mentioned the club..she did look a bit uncomfortable.” Itachi pointed out. Itama pouted slightly. “Maybe next time. You need to be able to read people better if you wanna find someone.” Shisui only laughed. All of the boys, including Itama himself, knew that it was hard for the boy to date. “Not your fault though, cheer up.”

“I was a bit nervous.” Itama said, taking a sip of his green tea latte with a nervous smile.”I’m sure I’ve seen her at Kyo, but only in passing maybe, once or twice. Pretty sure we never talked before.” he sunk into the chair. Itachi just stared at his friend’s disappointed features. “I would’ve remembered.”

“You’re so upset, awh!” Shisui teased.

“She was just really pretty, you know?”

--

In their house it was always quite lively; everyone was cooking and getting dinner ready before communing in the living room area to gossip and talk about their day. Hinata and Ino were undoubtedly the best cooks of the house, while Sakura and TenTen were often the ones buying readymade food. 

Tonight however, Sakura’s fridge was almost empty and all she could really make was some good old penne pasta with ready done tomato sauce. She wasn’t upset about the option, but it was about the fourth time in a row now that she’s had to eat pasta for dinner. 

Ino came into the living room - bouncing happily as her usually gleeful self- with an amazing katsu curry dish she had whipped up. The curry flavours lit up the whole room in salivating awe. 

“Yes, all of you can have some too. I made a lot.” She grinned with a certain kind of confidence only the Yamanakas had. Taking a seat on the floor between Sakura and Tenten, Ino dug into her delicious dish.

“Honestly I’d marry you just for your food.” Sakura hummed after taking a spoon of her curry. 

“JUST for my food?”

“Let me correct myself.” Sakura rubbed her chin in a joking manner. “Because I love you.” Sakura hugged her best friend, and everyone erupted with laughter. 

“Ino would be an annoying wife though, think about it.” Temari piped in. “All that nagging and having to do everything her way blah blah.” 

“Well, Shikamaru seems to be completely fine with Ino.” Tenten winked and gave a sly look to her long haired blonde friend. 

“Oh shut up, we aren’t a thing. We’re just hooking up here and there and we enjoy each other’s company.” 

“Well I bet 50 that they’ll end up together!” Ino shot a look at Tenten.

“Honestly I’d be happy if you guys date Pig, you’ve known each other for a while and he is actually a nice person.” Sakura thought of them dating, and she had always rooted for them to eventually end up together. Ino furrowed he brows. 

“Maybe Ino just wants to just leave it as it is?” Hinata, usually just an observer, added. “I’m happy you’re having fun though!”

“Okay enough about me guys. My love life is always a hot topic but it gets tiresome when-” Ino flipped her hair back dramatically, “-its always about me” she grinned and sat prettily. 

“Yeah oh my god Hinata how are you and Naruto!” Tenten squealed like a little 15 year old girl. Hinata blushed at the question, she was usually more reserved when talking about her personal life.

But Sakura could feel a tightness in her chest at hearing that name. 

Hinata noticed this, and smiled softly. 

“We’re doing really good. It’s been about 2 months and he’s already met my family.” Hinata made sure to keep it short for her pink haired friend. She knew there was a lot to unpack there and hadn’t expected Tenten to carelessly bring that name about. 

“Awh, you guys are honestly so cute. It makes me happy knowing that 2 of us here are having good and fun love lives.” Tenten sighed as she slid next to Temari. 

“Let’s not talk about me though!” Hinata waves her hands off nervously. “My relationship isn’t very interesting, we all know about it!” She glanced at Sakura, who was fumbling with her fork and pasta. Ino noticed it too and caught on to redirect the conversation. 

“Sakura! So, found that mystery hot makeout session boy in Kyo yet?” Ino grinned nudging her best friend.

“Ah?” Sakura woke up from a trance. 

Fuck. She didn’t like falling in and out of conversation and her thoughts like this. It was really tiring and disorienting. 

“Kyo guy!” Tenten giggled back.

“Oh you know what, maybe? I met this guy today and he said he recognised me-”

“What?! You’re only saying this now?? Bitch the fuck!!” Ino’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped to the floor. 

“What’s his name?” Temari asked amidst all the shocked faces.

“Well uh..I met 3 guys. The guy who I think could be the one I met at Kyo is Itama. Then I met Sasuke’s brother and another Uchiha. Shisui if I remember right.” Sakura remembered. They were all really friendly guys.

“Was it at that meeting today?” Ino asked.

“Yeah, Madara knows like all three of them personally. Madara’s Itachi’s uncle. And I think Madara also knows Itama’s family? Or something? Honestly I’m not sure.” It was confusing to be fair. 

“Even I’ve never met the famous Itachi…” Ino muttered. “So, Itama was it?”

“Yeah. He’s got like brown hair with silver highlights and it’s not done well I can tell you that.” Sakura scoffed. “He said he recognised me because he’s seen me in the club.”

“Ah but everyone here goes to all the clubs. Your pink hair sticks out so he probably just remembered that.” Temari waved her hand and looked at Sakura before smirking. “Was he cute though?” 

“I mean..he was actually pretty cute...in a boyish charming kinda way.” All the girls had wide smiles on their faces.

“Will Sakura finally find the one?!” Ino shrieked.

“Is this Kyo club makeout boy?!” Tenten added.

“Will Sakura go on dates again?!” Temari furthered the questioning.

“Stay tuned to find out!” Hinata closed the statements clapping her hands together. It was followed by her kind smile and all the girls laughing- the atmosphere was light and warm between them. The girls, all 5 of them, shared a strong bond. 

Sakura smiled at their jokes, but she also knew they genuinely wanted her to be happy. All of them understood how hard it was for Sakura to engage in meaningful conversations with boys; her anxiety and defenses would instantly go up if a boy approached her on campus. Which was why they were all so interested in ‘Kyo club makeout boy’ who Sakura -though very drunk and out of it -chose to instigate a hot kissing battle with. 

However happy they were for her -and she was appreciative of this, don’t mistake that - it was hard to see herself dating again. It was a scary thing to think about, even though deep down she wanted to fall in love, again. She missed being in love, and the last time she was - she was unlucky. 

--

There was a knock at Sakura’s door. 

“Just come in!” Sakura yelled from her desk spilling with notes from lectures. The door opened revealing Ino in her flowery satin nightdress. 

“Almost done?” The blonde sat on Sakura’s double bed that was messily covered in her grey covers detailed with white and pink sakura trees. Looking at Sakura - who was dressed in her oversized Neck deep tee - Ino could see she was stressed; but this was often how Sakura looked. It worried Ino.

“Yeah - I’ll get to bed soon.” Sakura muttered, completely focused on her assignment. Scribbling away, her desk lamp was bright and boring into her papers and laptop screen; her jade eyes were tired and her eyelids weighed heavy. She sighed. She wasn’t taking care of herself with all of these late nights. 

She was tired of feeling this way.

“Do you need me to stay? Ino asked. “I can’t really sleep either... I’m just feeling a little off as well.” Sakura turned to look at her, not sure what she was saying.

“Yeah..of course. What’s..wrong?” Sakura asked, turning around from her work. Ino shuffled uncomfortably and crossed her legs on the bed. Had Sakura been so caught up in her own head that she completely ignored her best friend? Was Ino hiding it well or was Sakura that selfish?

“The whole talk earlier about Shikamaru...it just made me uncomfortable.” Ino paused. Sakura had completely forgotten and internally facepalmed herself. “I don’t like him that way. And you know how I feel about relationships.” The issue here was that Ino didn’t want to settle down, and Sakura would often bring up relationships to Ino - about how Ino should get in a relationship. Sakura knew that her friend was a strong and confident person, but had taken that for advantage and pressed on Ino’s insecurities.

“Fuck I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have projected my own wants of being in a relationship onto you..” Sakura muttered, guilt strung in her words. Her head was swirling and she felt horrible. Why was she such a bad friend? People always had to support her, people always had to help her, and she couldn’t even keep her own mouth shut. Why was Sakura such a fucking shit friend- and to Ino who had been there for her every step of the way. 

“No it’s okay, I just felt weird talking about it and I know I won’t date him. I just don’t want to get into a relationship.” Sakura’s eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but her head was heavy with guilt. “Hey, honestly don’t feel too bad about it at all. I came to also just sit with you. I knew you were uncomfortable too.”

Ino could pick up on Sakura’s discomfort, and Sakura couldn’t even do the same for her friend. She didn’t deserve Ino. 

“Yeah. The whole Naruto thing kinda just made me space out.” Sakura ducked her head as she moved to sit next to her best friend. “It’s just...it hurts to think about it sometimes.”

“You know, I think if you tried to talk to him now he would be all for it. You know how much he cares about you. Heck he loves you as much as I do.” Ino’s head fell into Sakura’s neck to remind her that she wasn’t alone. 

“Maybe one day I can. When I’m better.” Sakura muttered, wanting to believe it could happen. She wanted it to, but somewhere inside, she didn’t want it to. 

“Well, when you’re feeling good, or bad, and on your best and worst days I’m here for you okay?” Ino smiled reassuringly. 

“I know.” Sakura smiled in response. “I...I also emailed welfare for a session…its in 2 days” Ino jumped up and looked at her friend. 

“You did?” Sakura nodded smiling. “I’m so proud of you! That’s a really big step! I can’t wait” Sakura was met with a loving hug and giggled in response. “I am so proud of you. I’m coming with you okay?”

“You don’t have to-”

“I am.” 

Sakura thanked Ino. That night, Ino slept on Sakura’s bed to make sure Sakura slept alright and that she would feel at ease falling asleep. Ino missed being at peace with her best friend, and she just wanted the best for Sakura. 

There were no other two best friends like those two. 

--

She doesn’t even know why she’s here at this point. Why did she volunteer to do this? 

Sakura groaned internally, her back against the wall. She was standing in the hall filled with college students, and she was lined up on the sides of the hall with other volunteers. She slept pretty late last night, but she was glad she managed to get sleep anyway. The anxiety and self-deprecating thoughts always snuck their way into her head when she wanted to find peace in slumber; but she felt like she deserved it anyways.

It was just exhausting. 

“Oh I think he’s finally about to end his speech.” Shisui spoke. 

“Finally.” Itama yawned. “We gotta gather the students and call the groups after this.” Itama looked at Sakura, expecting an answer from his group partner. She was looking at Izuna presenting, but her mind seemed elsewhere. 

“Honestly, Madara talks a lot, but Izuna can go on forever. At least Madara is able to get straight to the bush rather than beat around it.” Shisui huffed. “Don’t know how Sasuke and you dealt with uncle Izuna over summer.”

Sakura woke up. Sasuke?

Itachi noticed.

“We were fine. It wasn’t hard.” Itachi shrugged his shoulders.

“And now your tour shall start. The volunteers will bring you around campus and the facilities - they’ll call you by name so when they do please stand up and come on stage.” Izuna closed signalling a thumbs up. 

“Aight, that's our cue Sakura.” Itama nudged her with a grin. 

He had such a boyish grin, Sakura thought. 

“Lets round up the kids.” She joked, a more confident part of her showing. Itama looked at her, amused.

Gathering their group, Sakura felt a little out of place. She had to remind herself to be confident, to just go with it, and that she would be fine. A little speaking wouldn’t hurt her and she chose to do this, so she had to live up to it. 

“So here we have our main cafeteria. Conveniently close to the Student Union, so it’ll be easy to grab lunch.” Sakura walked the students through the food hall. It was large and circular shaped, and it smelled like damn good food. 

“It’ll be easy unless you’re studying art.” Itama joked. “Which none of y’all are, so it’ll be an easy quick lunch!” he winked, earning him a laugh from the younger people. Sakura smiled. This Itama boy had charm, that much she knew. “Alright so that concludes the main campus. We’ve just got the facilities left in our building.” he led the way. 

Itama was so confident, and so happy. He carried himself so well and just by the way he walked, you knew he was someone whose company people enjoyed. 

“Oh yeah we’re passing the main Law building, if any of you were interested in what’s that big old rusty building. It’s the Law building. Just one of their buildings.” Itama pointed to a very wide and stretched out red brick build. 

Laughs, and a lot of them. 

“They like you.” Sakura noted, walking by Itama’s side. She peered to see his reaction which wasn’t any less than what she expected from the boy. A toothy grin. He may be older, but sometimes she swore he was 15. 

“I’m just a likable guy haha! They like you too, you know. You speak very well.” he replied pointing backwards to their walking group of students.

“Oh no, I really don’t.” He looked at her with a really-bitch-? Face. “Alright, I guess..yeah I can speak quite well. But I’m not as confident as you.”

“What? Really? You seem really confident to me.” That earned him a sweet laugh. He suddenly felt a jump in his stomach.

“I’m not. I can be, but I doubt myself a lot.” They were close to the building entrance. “You also don’t really know me.” She pointed out, opening the doors to their building.

“Okay everyone, we’ll take you to labs first.” Itama announced to the buzzing group, before turning to Sakura. “Well then, can I get to know you?” he swung his phone out. 

--

“Did you get her number?” Shisui asked, slinging an arm around his two friends. 

Itama looked at the pink haired girl across the lecture hall.

“No, I didn’t.”

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Afternoon Delight (MLQC Lucien - NSFW)

Description:  Your afternoon date with Lucien takes an unexpected turn. Warnings:  NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised.  Spoilers for the “Afternoon Date” with Lucien, NOT for the main plot Word Count:  2732 words (~14 mins of smut) AO3: read here Author’s Notes:  I recently started playing Mr Love: Queen’s Choice and am now completely addicted to this game.  I absolutely love it, especially Lucien’s character.  So in order to quench my Lucien thirst, you know I had to write some smut. This story is a variation on Lucien’s “Afternoon Date.”  The lines marked with an asterisk were taken directly from the game.  Please keep in mind that at the time of writing, I have only reached Chapter 5 in the game, so apologies to all the readers who have advanced much further if Lucien seems out of character.  Happy reading!

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It was wholly irrational, the anger that had you seeing red when you caught a glimpse of the girl in his office.  She had the annoying habit of twirling her hair around one finger, biting onto her perfectly glossed lower lip as she stood just a bit too close to Lucien for your taste.

Yes, it was irrational indeed, considering how everything about his body language indicated in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t interested in the slightest.

Yet somewhere in the back of your mind, you entertain the possibility that it wasn’t red that you saw, but the vivid, verdant green of jealousy.  As much as Lucien remained an unreadable mystery, you could not deny the irresistible sway of his attraction, whether or not he was aware of the power he exerted over you.

Sharp eyes with their fathomless depths.  Baritone laughter, all at once smoky and sweet like burnt caramel.  White lab coat stretched over the broad musculature of back and shoulders.

Everything about the man was mesmerizing.

“Don’t be so afraid of me,” he had asked of you that day while seeing you home from the shoot.

His request had given you pause then as it does now, hiding behind a pillar outside his office like an overgrown child.  Was it fear that Lucien had sensed in you that day?  You weren’t sure at the time, but the unpleasant emotions currently churning in your gut shed new light on your predicament.

No, you did not fear Lucien.  Quite the contrary.  In this day and age where courtship was a game of smokescreens and ulterior motives, it was rare for someone to be as upfront with their feelings as Lucien was.  While refreshing, you never really knew what to say in response, so preoccupied were you with hiding the heat that crept onto your cheeks whenever he behaved that way.

Perhaps the only thing that gave you pause was how deeply in love you would inevitably fall with Lucien once you owned up to the truth.  And if your reaction to seeing that girl’s attempt to flirt with him were any indication, you were already in way over your head.

So much so that you it took you a moment to realize you were crushing the box of cream puffs in your hands, a gift you had made to thank him for helping with the shoot.  You gasp audibly, quickly relaxing your grip while hoping its contents were still intact.

“And who do we have here?”

You startle at the sound of Lucien’s voice by your ear and quickly look up to see the man leaning against the pillar, the striking features of his handsome face hovering mere inches away from yours.  And in the background, your peripheral vision catches the girl shuffling away from his office, head hung in dejection.

“Oh, Professor Lucien!  What a coincidence!  What are you doing here?”*

Stupid!  Stupid!  You didn’t realize how dumb you sounded until the words already left your mouth.

“This is my research centre…of course I’d be here.  A “coincidence” indeed.”*

“I…I…,”* stammering, you briefly glance around for a hole big enough to crawl into and found, much to your dismay, that there were none.  Luckily, ever the gentleman, Lucien saves you from your own embarrassment.

“And since it’s such a coincidence, why don’t you come in?”*

Straightening up to his full height, the man gestures towards his office with an outstretched arm, the other falling around your shoulder to gently but insistently usher you inside.

The door locked behind him with an audible click, but you were already too enthralled with the view of the impeccably landscaped campus from his office to notice.  

“Take a seat.”

Despite the soft tone of his voice, there was no mistaking the command, and you were suddenly hyperaware of the subtle notes of musk and cedar wood in his cologne as Lucien perched on the edge of his desk, long legs so close they almost touched your knees.

“Shall I assume that part of the reason for your visit pertains to that box in your hands?”  

“Oh, yes!  These are cream puffs that I made to thank you for your help…”

Your words dropped off as you lifted the lid to proffer the desserts to Lucien, so mortified were you to find that they did not survive your overzealous death grip from earlier.  The battered puffs lay in a messy pool of cream.

“I-I’m so sorry!  I didn’t realize I crushed them!  I swear I’ll make it up to you another way!”

Lucien stared at the contents, his face an expressionless mask.

Great.  First, he finds you hiding behind a pillar like a stalker.  And now you can’t even manage to deliver cream puffs intact!  Surely you must’ve been mistaking Lucien’s kindness for more amorous advances…

The sight of him dipping his index finger into the cream and bringing the elegantly tapered tip to his lips brought an abrupt end to your internal monologue, for you found it entirely impossible to focus on anything else besides how incredibly...erotic he looked.  And in the back of your mind, you wondered if Lucien could see the flush rising to your cheeks as surely as the heat gathered at your core.

“Don’t apologize.  It’s delicious. ��Care to try?”

That finger dipped back into the box to reemerge with a dollop of cream.  Bending forward, he brought his finger so close to your lips you could smell the fragrant sweetness.  You shifted in your chair, feeling your nipples harden beneath the lace of your bra as you shyly peeked your tongue out to seek that flavour, licking at his finger like a kitten lapping milk.

Lucien swallowed, and your eyes were drawn to the bobbing motion of his prominent Adam’s apple, silently wondering how he would react if you were to run your tongue up and down the length of his throat instead.

“What do you think?  The flavour is…rather tantalizing, isn’t it?”

Your eyes flit back to his face, breath catching in your throat to feel the pad of his finger tracing the contours of your lips.  And when the tip pushed insistently into the warmth of your mouth to gently stroke your tongue, you are so surprised you cannot help but nod obediently.  Lucien smiles, eyes intense as he says,

“Make sure to suck it clean.  We don’t want to waste a drop of something so precious, now do we?”  

Has his voice always sounded so low and husky?

You could already feel your back arching, instinctively lifting your chest towards Lucien.  Then suddenly, he pulls back, finger leaving the pucker of your lips with a slight pop to break the spell.  Or so you think, until that same digit disappears back into his own mouth for a moment before he adds,

“The taste is dangerously addicting.  I’m afraid my appetite for this sweet treat may prove insatiable.”

You press your thighs together beneath your skirt, the damp satin of your panties clinging so uncomfortably to your skin you wished for nothing more than to be rid of them.  Unable to withstand the heat of his gaze any longer, you push up off your chair and wander over to the windows, feigning interest in the sight of the campus to take your mind off the question of how well-endowed Lucien was beneath his dress pants.

“You have a beautiful office.  I love this view.”

You cringed at the sound of your voice, so meek and strangely foreign to your own ears.  And from behind, you heard Lucien approach to stand much closer to you than that girl in his office ever hoped to achieve with him.

“Don’t be so afraid of me.”

There was that line again, except this time it was delivered against the shell of your ear.  Your knees shook so badly you were afraid you would buckle and fall.  Seeming to sense this, Lucien brought his hands up to your bare arms, palms running soothingly up and down their lengths as his fingers grazed the capped sleeves of your silk blouse.

“I would never do anything to hurt you.”

His whisper is so soft, so sincere, that you cannot help but turn your head to look at him.  And when you find that gorgeous face a hair’s breadth away, close enough for you to inhale the last breath of his exhalation, your lips naturally find his, open and ready.

Mint and a hint of sugar.  The taste of Lucien was delectable and you became ravenous, tongue sliding against his in a fervent exploration of his mouth.

He responded in kind, his kiss masterfully seductive in a way you had never experienced before — intense one moment and gentle the next, drawing back and pressing forth in a teasing dance that enticed you to give chase after those lips which inevitably drew into a smile once caught.

Solid chest at your back, his hands inch towards your stomach, fingertips tracing languid circles on the swell of your hips before they make their way below the waistband of your pencil skirt, the silken slide of the blouse against your skin as it came untucked leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Ahh, Lucien…”

His name rolls off your tongue as his hands roam hot on the skin beneath your blouse, seeking the knowledge of every dip and curve.  And when his fingers tug on the cups of your bra to gently knead the supple flesh within, he presses you up against the window, Lucien’s arousal hard and evident as he whispers into the nape of your neck,

“Do you trust me?”

You were well aware that this may become a decision you regret days or even weeks later.  You had only recently met Lucien, and while you knew of his professional activities, the subject of his personal life was as much of a mystery as the man himself.

Yet you couldn’t deny that instinctively, you did trust Lucien, that you believed him wholeheartedly when he said he would never hurt you.  Perhaps it was naïveté, but you also couldn’t deny the fact that every fibre of your being called out for his touch.  There was no stopping this now.

Placing both hands upon the glass to steady yourself in anticipation, you replied,

“Yes.”

With a grip strong and sure, Lucien pulls your hips towards him, hands slowly sliding down the sides of your thighs like viscous honey until they reach the hem of your skirt, dragging it higher and higher to bunch at your waist in haphazard folds.

You watched the students below crisscross the paths of the campus like marching ants, aware of the possibility that all it would take is for one person to look up at that exact moment to see the faint outline of two people embracing before the floor-to-ceiling windows.  You were also aware that the only thing blocking you from the view of passers-by in the hallway was the swell of Lucien’s lab coat.  

But as you quietly moaned to feel his mouth around the lobe of your ear, his long fingers pushing aside damp satin to gather the wetness on your folds before deftly penetrating, you found that your concern with potential witnesses grew smaller and smaller with every curl of his fingers deep within you.

And if you were at all embarrassed by being exposed to the world — panting and clothes disheveled in a way that left little to the imagination — it was nothing compared to how Lucien’s words made you feel.

“Your pussy is gripping onto my fingers so tightly.  I can’t wait to know how you’ll feel clenching around my cock.”

You bite back a moan of disappointment when he pulls his hand away, but then are mesmerized by the sight and sound of him humming in approval as he licks your arousal off his fingers, saying,

“You are indeed quite talented at making the most deliciously sweet cream.”

“Oh my god, Lucien…”

So it was with the man who always knew just the thing to say to throw you off-kilter.  And if your cheeks weren’t inflamed before, they certainly were now.

You heard him chuckle in response, the melodious sound melding with the clink of his belt buckle coming undone and when you could wait no longer, you glanced over your shoulder to see Lucien extricate his cock from his trousers.  Your suspicions were confirmed: the man was incredibly well-endowed, so much so that you wondered about your ability to accommodate him, knowing you were more than willing to try.

Shivering to feel the length of his cock settle between your ass through the flimsy fabric of your underwear, you let Lucien adjust your hips until you are flush against the hard plane of his pelvis.  Then, he pushes aside the crotch of your panties for the second time, only to introduce something much larger than his fingers.

Your breath fogs up the glass to obscure the view before you as you try to relax, feeling so incredibly stretched as Lucien slides into you, your arousal making a complete mess of your underwear each time the man pulled out only to bury himself even deeper inside.

“Does this feel okay?”

Incapable of finding your voice in between pants as Lucien settles into a hard and fast rhythm, you merely nod.  All the same, you try to lower the volume of your gasps, uncertain of how soundproof the walls in his research institute were.  You could only hope that no one in the vicinity could hear the telltale rhythm of skin meeting skin, or the undeniable fluid squelch of pleasure.

But then Lucien’s hand snakes from your hip to your pussy, and you look down to see the sleeve of his white lab coat before you feel his fingers circle your clit, the sensation pushing you over the edge until your knees tremble and you’re biting into your fist, desperately trying to suppress a scream as you violently come undone.

You clench down hard around Lucien and it isn’t long before he grunts softly into your hair, yanking down the back of your panties as he withdraws only for you to feel the heat of his release paint the cheeks of your backside.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.  You have a great ass.”  

Lucien chuckles as he grabs a box of tissues from his desk to wipe you clean.  Clearing your throat, you say,

“I have to admit, this was not what I was expecting when I came to deliver the cream puffs…”

You turn to face him in the midst of tucking your blouse back into your readjusted skirt.  A look of uncertainty passes his face, and for some reason, it makes him seem even more endearing.  

“…But it definitely made for a nice surprise.”

His lips curve into a smile, mirroring yours.  He watches intently as you suddenly start, hiking up your skirt again to pull your panties down and gingerly step out of them in your heels.

“No use holding onto these now,” you say as you throw the damp mess into the trash can beneath Lucien’s desk.

“You’re leaving without wearing any underwear?”  His brows are raised.  You shrug, secretly amused by how disconcerted he seems to be at the prospect.

“I don’t live that far from here.”

Lucien lifts a finger, motioning for you to wait as reaches for the phone on his desk.  

“Hello?  It’s Professor Lucien.  Could you please cancel my two o’clock lecture and reschedule it for Thursday?  Thank you.”

You blink, bewildered by this turn of events as Lucien steps away from his desk, grabbing his coat from a nearby rack.

“Lucien, what are you doing?”

Closing the door to his office behind him, he places an arm around your shoulder as he leads you to the elevator.

“Giving you a lift.  There’s no way I can let you wander the streets without wearing underwear.”

“You do realize that we just flashed the entire university campus from your office window?  Besides, it’s not like anyone will know I’m going commando.”

“I will know…”

Ding! The doors of the elevator slide open to reveal an empty car.  And as you both step inside, a mischievous light glows in Lucien’s eyes as he continues,

“…And you can’t expect me to let this opportunity slip by.  What do you say to a nice, long drive?”

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