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deblklesb · 8 months

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[Head Over Heels — Abby x Reader Oneshot]

[rugby player!abby, artist!reader, fluff, pining]

cw: reader is a total mess, abby is brother's friend. there's not explicit content but still MDNI.

a/n: I've put my whole simpussy in this, like... reader is a loser lesbian and this fact is totally self-inserted, sorry not sorry. again, so so sorry for the wait! this is just some fluff with reader being a simp, a mess, all over the place for abby anderson teheehee 👉🏾👈🏾, i hope you like it anon!!!

word count: 3,4k | not proof read

!reblogs are highly appreciated!

The cool winter wind was reaching your face as you pedaled to your class, high speed across campus because you were late. The alarm didn't clock, you took too much time eating breakfast, and now you wish to all the heavens the teacher has not arrived yet.

Your brother was very much confused when you started to run around the house this morning.

"I didn't know you had class, you usually wake up first so I assumed…"

"The alarm didn't clock", you yelled from the bathroom, brushing your teeth as fast as you could, but decently.

Now, the open buttons of your shirt allowed the wind to come in so you wouldn't be as sweaty. Fixing your hair after parking and locking your bicycle, you greeted someone working and headed to the room, so frustrated to get late to your favorite class.

"You're lucky our model for today is more late than you", the teacher said as soon as you got inside.

"Sorry, Ms. Addams", your smile was weak. You wanted to disappear, that was your favorite teacher.

The only tripod available was in the front, no one liked it because the lightning from there was so confusing it messed up every sketch. Lucky for you, during winter the sun isn't that bright, so you fixed your stuff and just got a moment to breathe. Being a teacher's pet didn't mean sitting in the front, that was new for you.

"Hey, what happened?" Gloria, your friend, reached out. "You're never late"

"My alarm", you shudder, sighing. "Well, I'm here now. We just have to wait for the model"

"I heard is some girl from the rugby team"

Well, that's news. Your teacher is doing some work indeed, trying to expose her students to different body shapes and all.

"Nice. Perhaps she's nice and will carry me around, my legs are burning from pedaling so hard", it was a joke, a silly one, but as soon as a woman who wasn't enrolled in that class got in, you knew she could definitely carry you around. You also knew that because you knew her.

She was probably the biggest woman you've seen in person, and absolutely the most beautiful.

Freckled, creamy skin on her arms and face, honey-blonde hair in a braid that fell on her shoulder, a firm and strong body worthy of an athlete. Her clothes were simple, just cargo pants with a plain shirt and boots, but boy, oh boy, she was looking gorgeous. As always.

"Sorry for the time, boss, I had to get out later from early practice", for some unknown reason, her voice, too, sounded too good to be true and made you melt inside with just a simple phrase that wasn't even directed to you. "Hope it doesn't mess around with the class"

"It's okay, Abigail. And you don't have to call me boss, we've talked about it", your teacher smiled fondly, hugging the tall woman and making obvious the size difference. You were probably the same height as the dark-skinned woman, so that means you were as high as Abby's chin. Being next to her on other situations made you very self-aware of that fact.

This useless information would always make you squirm. This time it was on the chair in the middle of the class, hoping for all the God's nobody noticed.

"Kids, this is Abby. She will be our model for today and two other classes, so make use of the anatomy to study properly", she was very comfortable next to the rugby player, which made you deduce they knew each other well. "Well, now go prep yourself, darling, we have to start"

"Do I… Take everything, or something?" Just the mention of her being nude made your mind buzz around and it wasn't a good sign, considering you had to focus to draw.

"Keep your underwear, please", the older woman smiled sympathetically, turning around and heading to the back of the room, her usual initial spot in every live reference class.

Abby took off her boots and left next to an empty chair, starting to undress then.

Nobody was looking at you, but you tried to keep it cool and professional. Ignoring the heat on your face and the sweat arising on your palms, you looked at Gloria to hide your embarrassment and noticed she was looking back at you trying not to laugh.

"You're very gay", she whispered, making you roll your eyes and then look at your empty sketchbook. She wasn't wrong, though, you were very much a lesbian and it was obvious.

Those type of reactions were normal whenever Abby was around, but you could definitely go through that class without it.

You put effort into abstracting the sensations and feelings that make room into you as soon as Abby stands in the small, lifted platform in the center of the room, the ambient light hitting her just right. She positioned herself in a simple form, waving briefly at you from there when she spotted you in the front. You did the same back, a small smile to be nice - but not too big to give it away that being around her made you almost piss your pants - and then you all started to work

It was a figure drawing training, something you usually hated because you had to think too much about form, proportion, perspective and lightning. You loved to do loose sketches and grew very fond of gesture drawing, too much for your liking, so that now that you had to stick to the forms and not the rhythm and movement, your mind froze a little. Despite that, you loved doing art and loved that class even though it had nothing directly linked to your major.

Abby had strong features, in the sense of focus. The muscles of the arms and legs, the shape of her face, the abdomen and her whole posture caught your attention too much. It wasn't just the imagery, but a whole set of little elements that formed a distinctive energy. Even the braided hair was part of that, and at each second, each line traced and marked shadow, you tried to remind yourself that it was a class.

After 10 minutes or so, she took a break - admittedly, you had no idea how those models stood still for so long. While she stretched and relaxed her muscles, people started to talk with each other around the room, the small buzz of conversations surrounding, as you turned to Gloria.

"I'm dying here", you whispered, stretching your hands and fingers a bit. "She's so pretty"

"I have to admit… She is very handsome. I don't usually hang out in your brother's dorm so I don't see her often…"

"They're together all the time, I am very lucky to have my face shoved into a book all the time because then I don't have to have buckled knees around her" Gloria laughed at your despair, the whispers almost a cry for help.

"Let's gather our focus, people", Ms. Addams called, and just like that the break ended.

Although the object of analysis was Abby's body and structure, you just had to make a small drawing of her face. Shading and putting too much effort, you ended up doing another one. And by the time the class ended, you had a main figure drawing of her body in the first pose, two others of her face and another simple sketch. A very productive class, and you felt yourself bursting with inspiration still.

"I have a class in five minutes, so I'll have to go now, boss!", the blonde reached to her clothes as people started to pack their stuff. You tried not to look at her figure too much, but took your time putting the material in place just because, y'know… Care. It had nothing to do with the possibility to look at her from afar a little bit more.

"That's okay, Abigail. Thank you for your help, same time next week. Send a hug to your father!", Ms. Addams waved goodbye.

"Hey" you looked up from your backpack when Gloria tapped your shoulder. She pointed to the door, where Abby was standing, ready to go. The blonde was looking at you, a smile on her face. "Tell your brother he owes me twenty bucks. See ya!"

"Okay, bye", you nodded and chuckled lightly at the comment, imagining the type of bet they both must've done this time.

As soon as the other students started to get out, your friend gave you small punches in the arm, giggling.

"Stop!", you felt your face warm, it was so fucking ridiculous to be like this around her every time. And the worst part is that she didn't even notice you that much, so you were a head over heels with zero hope.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

"What do you mean you were naked around my sister?!" You rolled your eyes with the discussion, ready for the mess your brother was about to make.

"Nobody was naked, I had underwear!" Abby's voice was playful, but you knew your brother was two steps from going serious about it.

"Stop being a drama king, asshole", you grunted while going to the kitchen, not even looking at them to escape the risk of drooling over the tall woman sitting on the couch.

"Hey, I'm the big brother here, I was supposed to be looking over you!" His voice started to get a pitch higher, you could imagine the indignant face already.

"You don't even give me rides home, too busy with your flings", you shout from the kitchen now, filling up your bottle.

You were trying so hard to focus on studying a subject you were not interested in, ready to throw it in the air to watch some Ghibli movies instead. Filling the water bottle was almost an excuse to get out of that madness, but having to hold your reactions because of Abby's presence was not ideal.

"That's right, get him again! Get him for me!" And now her voice is closer, almost like she's in the kitchen with you. It makes you flinch slightly, almost dropping the bottle before you turn around to see her strong figure on the entrance.

"Look, you touch her and I will fucking throw that rugby ball right into your face!"

"Jesus Christ, Matt, shut up! Nobody is keeping you from your shit, leave me alone?! It's just Abby!"

Your mom would be annoyed to be around you both, good thing you lived together alone.

"Yeah, Matt, it's just Abby!" She repeats.

You finally look at her properly. She has a simple shirt on and sweatpants, it's casual but it looks too good on her - as usual. Her hair is down - you loved her hair down - and a scrunchie lies on her wrist. Her freckles are so visible from where you stand, it's almost like cute details painted directly on her face to compose the most beautiful work of art.

"I would like to see it, by the way", you snap out of your trance with her words directed to you.

Her hips touch the kitchen counter when she's one step closer, a sympathetic smile making your hands tingle and her tone weaker now that she's just talking to you.

"What?"

"Your drawings. From the class"

"Oh-", you look away, trying to come up with an excuse. "But… We still have other classes to go. It's better to see it at the end and all… And they're not even that good", you're holding that water bottle for your dear life, afraid that it slips from your hands due to the sweat.

"You don't wanna show me, that's fine", she chuckle, hands up in acceptance.

"It's not that, it's just-"

"No, I'm not being funny, it's serious. If you don't wanna show me, it's okay. Was just curious y'know, after all I'm just standing there. Don't know how you do whatever you're doing"

That's the most you've ever talked to Abby, and she's so nice. Genuinely trying to make you comfortable. And it makes you fucking sick, you just wanna spit out that you would like to have her posing for you every day for ever, to have her like your muse, to kiss her face after drawing it millions of times- You're such a loser.

"Oh, I get it…" you nod, trying to come up with a good response. "Well, I guess after the classes, I mean when you stop posing for us, I could show you whatever I did. Just wanna be more confident, it takes a little bit more of time to be familiar to the subject"

"If that's your saying, boss lady, I absolutely believe it", she's smiling wider now and you just wanna scream into a pillow about how incredibly cute her cheeks are.

"Okay, ahm… I have to go back to the room… To study other stuff that is not art, unfortunately", you point to the corridor, mind going blank with the mere proximity between you both. "So, uh… See you later?"

"Hope so. Good study session", Abby gives you space to get out of the kitchen.

The rest of the afternoon you keep repeating that interaction in your mind. Analyzing you every word and wondering if she thought you were, like, embarrassing.

Still, the image of her cute cheeks when she smiled at you and the way she seemed really interested in your drawings took over your attention, it was all you could think about the rest of the day because you're such a simp and she's so beautiful. Fuck this.

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It's now game season, which means that the college campus is a mess. Everybody seems so agitated, a buzz surrounds each corner while posters adorn the walls and murals, calling for the next big rugby game.

The hype around the event kinda mobilizes you too, even though you're not even that into sports. You're actually so out of this type of entertainment, but eventually if you sit to watch with your brother you get so excited and exalted that it almost looks like you've been following the teams forever. Matt actually thinks it is so funny that you keep asking him the rules and then start to scream at the TV once you'd pick it up enough to finally enjoy the match.

"If they don't kick their asses I'll actually lose fifty bucks" Gloria reveals as you both enter the building for the art class.

"Fifty?!" Your eyes almost jump from your skull. "Do you have that much faith in our team?"

"Well, don't you?"

"I don't know", she laughs. "Really, I don't follow them… But if you bet fifty bucks, they must be at least decent"

"Your girlfriend is a good player, if that's what you wanna ask", the taller woman smiles at you with that suggestive manner.

"I didn't ask!"

"But you were thinking about it"

"Shut up." You definitely were. "And she's not my girlfriend" Unfortunately.

As you both enter the room, early enough this time, you recall the fact that it's your last class with Abby as a model. Something inside of you mourns the future absence of such a big source of inspiration for you. Your sketchbook (the personal one) has pages filled with drawings of her - you didn't tell anyone, but you went through her instagram page and used some gym photos as references.

One night you brother stormed in your room and you had to close the book as fast as possible, trying to mask your embarrassment. If he knew that you were so into Abby, he would be a hundred percent more unbearable.

"Hey, teacher", the tall woman soon walked in the class, backpack and a massive bottle of water on one hand. "Last day, uh?"

"Yes, dear", people started to settle for the beginning of the session, fixing materials and angles. "I would like to thank you for your time and disposition, I imagine it isn't easy to stand in front of a class of stranges that are meticulously looking at you", everybody chuckled. Abby took her shirt in the corner, putting the clothes on a chair. Against your will, you absolutely checked on her. But life wouldn't let you have it, and so, like being conscious of your actions, the blonde glanced back at you, which caused you to face away immediately. Jesus fucking Christ, could you be more obvious? "So thank you, again, and I hope you somehow enjoyed the experience"

"I certainly did, boss" She smirked friendly, going to the small platform in front part of the room and standing with arms on her back, legs slightly spareted. Why on earth was she so good looking? "I don't really mind the looks, after all there are dozens of people staring at the games and judging us all the time, so… Well, thank you too for inviting me, it was truly nice! Needing againg, I'm here for it!"

You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked to the side, Gloria was smirking like she knew something you didn't.

"You'll get your pages wet with all the drooling", she muttered.

"Wanna see who gets the pages wet?" You playfully put a hand on your own watter bottle, having her giggling.

"Well, let's begin, shall we?"

Einstein for sure had a point with relativity, because that class flew away like a lightning for you. The biggest pity of all, since Abby wouldn't be there after that day.

Once again you end up doing a main drawing of her body, using the remaining time to put some doodles of her face around it. It was like this for every class, different than the ones she wasn't the model. However, by that time you were already used to sketching her - hence the alone sessions in your room - so you could do much easier work now. You hoped no one noticed this fact, because a question about how you got so instinctive when drawing Abby would be blatantly dodged.

You already could tell in detail the difference between her arm muscles and the last model, for example, but not only the imagery of it: you thought about the biological singularity of her muscle development.

As soon as the class ended, you closed the sketchbook and tried not to think too deeply about the whole situation. It would be fine. Abby would stop being the model and so you would see her less, consequently thinking about her less and moving on so easily. Like, so easily.

"Hey", you froze with her voice, more specifically when noticing that it was almost next to you. Her face was the first thing you saw when looking up from your backpack. "Are you coming to the game tonight?"

"Should I?"

"Well… I could use some cheers", she was still shirtless. Heck, she was still in her intimate clothes.

You were not thinking about how she used a simple bra and nice black boxers.

"I thought you had plenty. With all the staring", why were you being so sarcastic?

"Your staring is kinda different, if that's what you wanna hear", she smirked, crossing her arms. Good lord, save me from barking in front of her with all this attitude. "And I would like you there"

"So maybe I'll go", you shrugged, trying to be cool about it. Something inside of you said that maybe you were being too cool about it, maybe she would think you don't really care; that's not what you want her to think. Shit, were you doing this wrong?

"Don't tell your brother I asked you this while almost nude, I don't think he would let me get close to you ever again", her chuckles were so cute, she was so cute. You were so done.

"Oh, do you want to get close to me again?" Abby stepped back while still smirking, everybody seemed to be out already - though you couldn't tell exactly, she was still your main focus.

"Maybe" Now she shrugged, finally getting close to her clothes again. "Preferably when he's not around"

What was that? Oh, probably your heart skipping several beats.

"Talking like that, I might as well think you're hitting on me, Abby" The most surprising thing was how you weren't laying down on a puddle at this point. Instead, you were chuckling back, hands sweaty and stomach twisting in a rush.

"Am I?" She grabbed her pants. "You'll probably have to come to the game and see!"

After another smirk from her, you just shook your head and walked away from the room with a simple "See you later then".

The interaction started to play again in your mind, Gloria was standing outside with wide eyes and a smile fighting to appear. That adrenaline rush made your mind a whirlwind.

"What the fuck was that?!" Your friend whispered, holding your arm and following your steps.

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irisxstardust · 1 year

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abby anderson hcs!!

CW: swearing, kind of nsfw but nothing like majorly explicit

here's a lil something while i write p2 - a little gift, if you will 🤍

also yes, i just naturally assumed if you're here for the ellie stuff then you're also here for the abby stuff. i love abby so i'm sorry if you don't

also guys like A/N - this is all my opinion. its not canon and doesn't have to resonate with everyone. pls be nice <3 also i use the word "like" too much and i apologize in advance

- very light on the PDA but everyone knows (everyone knows... that he fucks you - ifykyk). but like actually there's just this air around you both. she doesn't even need to try to intimidate random wolves - they take one look at you both standing together and they are gone. she thinks its quite comical, tbh. also like, no free chairs? no worries, she's got two big ass thighs right here waitin for ya. pick your poison sweetheart 🫶🏻

- you eat first. if she gets her food first then she'll sit at the table and wait for you, or she'll sometimes even go up and make your plate for you before you even get the chance to get near the food. she may not even do it consciously, its just second nature to her: you get your plate first, you eat first, you finish your food first, and you get seconds first.

- i've seen this on hc posts before but she is definitely like really keen on manners. you might be in the midst of an apocalypse, but you best say your "thank you's" "please" and watch your language if you don't want to listen to some bullshit lecture about it.

- you are not alone often, especially when there's people (specifically men) that she doesn't know personally. it definitely has something to do with joel and her father but she'd never admit that. keeping you beside her or always in her line of sight is her subtle way of doing her mf job and protecting you (but you're not stupid and you totally picked up on it right away).

- she literally takes up so much fucking space that when you first met her you would fight about personal bubbles and how she needs to stay in hers. you'd gotten over it by the time you two got together, but you still like to tease her about it. she definitely takes the teasing to heart and either puffs herself up to take up even more room, or stares you straight in the face as she explains the new exercises she's doing to build up her arms or something.

- adding onto the last one, i think she's petty but not petty enough for it to be like a problem (stay with me on this one). like when it comes to a disagreement between you both, she is absolutely the first one to address it and she's not gonna let it strain your relationship. but when it comes to your little pet peeves? yeah she totally teases you about it or like purposefully does it just to get under your skin.

- at first she was hesitant to let her hair down - let alone let you touch it - but once she got comfortable enough she began to ask you to brush it out for her. she definitely savors the feeling of your hands just running through her scalp and massaging the tender skin. having her hair tied back and braided all day definitely makes her very tender-headed, so every little bump makes her wince and ask you to be softer.

-STRENGTH. KINK. (size kink too😋) this is like the most obvious one but like she will literally do anything to prove she's stronger than you or anyone else who "challenges" her. like if one of you doesn't want to walk all the way to your bedroom, thats okay, she'll just have to hold you up against this wall. oh you're making out in the kitchen? she's picking your ass up and swiping an arm across the counter, throwing everything across the floor (and probably breaking stuff), just to drop you on top so your heads are level with each other. she does still underestimate her strength and will like throw you across the room on accident.

- (if you're both fem/afab) she's always seen as the "masculine" partner in the relationship but at home in bed she's like a lil baby cuddling up with her fav stuffie. i can totally see modern!abby being posted to the sound "i want mommy, i want milk, i want to be held, i want to be comforted" on tiktok. and she doesn't mind either. she doesn't mind being the smaller one when it comes to you. she honestly thinks its really lovely how flexible you guys can be with each other and how you always work to meet the other's needs.

- really versatile when it comes to doing the dirty too. she doesn't mind being the one in the harness (the strap's her fav when it comes to sex with you), but she also doesnt mind receiving oral every once and a while too. your relationship is very much 50/50 and that definitely translates into the bedroom.

- and even while you guys are mostly 50/50, abby is just in general a very dominant person who usually takes on the role of the leader.

- abby when she comes home from an early morning patrol to find you still dozing off in bed, wrapped up in the whole duvet and wearing one of her cut off tee's: ☠️. she is deceased. you in her clothes = abby in heaven. no i will not elaborate. i feel like this makes enough sense as is.

- modern!abby is totally a classic metal/alt rock music listener. like of every song available to her she will always pick her favs; nirvana, metallica, maybe kiss, fleetwood mac, ac/dc. like idk they give me mostly "abby in the gym" vibes yk.

- strap game for days. she does not spend every waking moment at the gym only to tap out after one round, absolutely not. she will totally go all night if she wants (and if you want ofc) and like hardly loses breath

- always wants verbal consent. for anything and everything. you have to verbally confirm that yes you want it or no you don't otherwise she will not touch you. she knows shes bigger than you and she knows sometimes she underestimates herself, so unless you verbally agree she will literally move away from you and wait until you're ready. it doesn't matter how far gone you are, she needs you to verbally acknowledge and consent to whatever you're doing.

- if you ever find and wear a skirt around her, definitely prepare to have some finger shaped bruises on your ass from how hard she was squeezing it throughout the day. if you're in a skirt, forget the "no PDA" rule bc she will literally be like drooling

-okay, i know a lot of people see abby as a tits girl but i just cant. maybe its a reflection of me but i think she's totally an ass girl. like just reaching an arm back and rubbing your back before just grabbing a handful like okay mommy whatever you say😇

- i personally don't like choking (trauma✨) but like i think abby would kinda be into it. seeing her big ass hand just engulf your neck like its nothing. she doesn't even have to tighten her grip or press on your pulse points, she'll just rest her hand right there on your neck and be happy. you don't mind it either, ofc.

- she's absolutely the type to be walking next to you while on patrol or out of seattle for whatever reason and notice that you're like shivering and (without a word) just shed her coat and drape it around your shoulders. and don't even bother telling her you didn't want it and that you felt bad - she doesn't give a shit. "can't have my pretty girl getting sick now, huh?"

wow yay so fun!! i love abby so much i'm not even kidding. i've literally consumed all of the abby stuff i can like i'm on this tag everyday. shoutout to all you lovely horny people who keep my obsession alive 🫶🏻 anyway love u bye!

#the last of us #tlou #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby and lev #abby tlou #abby anderson hcs #headcannons #abby x you #tlou x reader

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merikayina · 1 year

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hey, can I request lo'ak x fem human reader smut? So basically they've been dating for a while and she keeps asking him to have sex, but he refuses bc he's afraid of hurting her due to the size difference, even though that's kind of a kink for her... Thank you <3

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✦ lo'ak x f! human! reader

Tags: aged-up lo'ak, lo'ak as your boyfriend, smut, size kink, p in v, groping

Warnings: 18+ content, nsfw

Word Count: 1500+

A/N: hi, thank you so much for requesting! this will be the first ever fic I post here (and the first smut I've ever written) so I hope this turns out good >.< I've also aged-up Lo'ak and the reader to 20 for obvious reasons, hope you like it! ♡

You plopped onto one of the chairs in the lab, taking off your gas mask and bag filled with Pandoran flora samples and dropping them onto the desk. You close your eyes and lean back, the low buzzing of lab equipment filling the empty lab. "The lab's never been this quiet, everyone must be busy out in the field," You thought to yourself.

It's been two decades since the sky people left Pandora. Born here in Pandora at this exact day, you grew up with the remaining sky people manning the laboratories and the native Na'vi. However, unlike Spider, you were more accustomed to the lab than the outdoors. These days you only ever go outside the lab when tasked to collect fresh samples and, well, meeting up with a certain special Na'vi boy.

The sound of the lab entrance opening broke the silence. You spun the lab seat around to find none other than Lo'ak making his way towards you, hands behind his back.

A gleeful smile ran through your lips with a sudden burst of energy as you ran up to meet the boy in an embrace. More so embracing his legs since he's like 8 feet tall but you didn't really care. "Woah now," The boy chuckles as he tries to regain balance from the sudden hug, "Where have you been all day, I've been looking for you."

"They sent me out to gather more samples," You said staring up at his worried eyes, "Don't worry, Spider was with me. He insisted, saying he knows the ways of the forest better than I do, as if I haven't been living here my whole life."

The boy rolls his eyes while letting out a small chuckle. "Well, while you were out and about," Lo'ak said sitting down on one of the desks his hands revealing a small woven box, "I got something for my birthday girl."

"Lo'ak! You didn't have to!"

Curious and excited, you sat next to him on the desk and opened the box. Inside was one of those glowing fan lizards native here in Pandora. A smile crept up your face as you've never seen one in so long, mostly since they don't show up near the lab.

"I remember dad saying once that sky people give each other gifts on their birthdays so I thought I'd get you something special," He said scratching the back of his head, "Caught it myself."

"Lo'ak...it's dead."

Alarmed, the Na'vi boy hopped off the desk to examine the small creature in your hands. It was limp and shriveled up. "It must've suffocated inside the box," You said eyeing the poor creature.

"Oh no no no, fuck I messed it up," He worriedly exclaimed as he picked up the lizard from your hands.

"Hey hey, it's okay, the fact that you thought of getting me something is more than enough," You reassured him. Thanks to the height of the desk you were sitting on, you were able to cup his cheeks and pull him to a kiss with ease.

Lo'ak sets the lizard in the box to the side and pulls you to a hug, his arms wrapping around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. "But I still ended up not getting you anything special though..." He murmured, "What kind of a boyfriend does that make me?"

You toyed with his hair for a bit before a sly smirk crept up your face. "Well, if you really wanna make up to me..." You say before brushing his braids and whispering something. The boy pulls back to meet your eyes. His look of concern met yours of eagerness.

"We talked about this, you know we can't. I'll just end up hurting you," He says with a sigh while resting his hands on your thighs, caressing them gently, "I can't bear myself to do that to you."

This was a conversation that was all too familiar to the two of you. You know he wants to do it, both of you do, but he seems to prioritize your own wellbeing over his own. Sometimes, you wonder to Eywa if that's a good thing or not. This conversation has always ended the same way, but not today. Not on your birthday.

You extend your hand to caress his cheek, trailing off to his shoulder and arms, eventually reaching and interlocking with his hand - all the while never breaking eye contact. "Your love can never hurt me," Your eyes reassured him. Time and time again you've made it clear to him that whatever happens - this is your decision and everything will be on you not him. Of course, this won't stop him from blaming himself if anything does happen, but you can't bear to see him like this, sacrificing his own desires for the sake of you. Lo'ak has always been the one to put you first and himself second when it comes to things, which was what made you love him in the first place. He has a good heart. However, this relationship won't work if it's just one sacrificing for the other, now it's your turn to put yourself second. Now, you want to return the favor.

"This is what I want Lo'ak."

The blue boy stares at you with conflicted eyes.

After a long silence, Lo'ak let's out a sigh of defeat as he grabs the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss. It starts off gentle but eventually got rough with you taking off your clothes as things progressed. You were having trouble unclasping your brassiere, which he took notice of. Without warning, the boy rips it open to expose your breasts which bounced in delight. He then proceeds to play with one as he sucked on the other, making you grab onto the back of his head and let out soft moans. He was getting into this really fast, he must've wanted to do this so badly for so long and now he's just letting himself loose.

You lay your back on the desk as Lo'ak starts making his way down your belly and to your crotch. Pulling his head back, Lo'ak gently takes off your pants to reveal your pussy which was already oozing in excitement. He flashed you a sly look and a quick smirk before spreading your legs apart - making your pussy squeeze more juices out. Like a hungry Ikran, he starts eating you out while using his tongue to trace the edges of your entrance and exploring the insides. Moans of delight escaped your breath as you squirm from all the stimulation this boy is giving you. This wasn't the first time he's tongue-fucked you, but this time it feels different. Good different.

After he had his fill, he starts taking off his loincloth, exposing his already hard member angrily slapping at his pelvis as it stood straight up. Propping yourself up with your elbows you could tell it was big, probably too big for a human to handle, but that didn't scare you. All you wanted was him, all of him, inside you.

Lo'ak turns his head towards you with a stern look. "Are you sure about this?" You slowly nod your head as you extend your hand. The boy reaches for your hand and interlocks with it with his. You may not have a queue of your own, but holding his hand alone was more than enough to feel the strong bond between the two of you.

Slowly, the boy lines up his tip to your entrance and starts sliding it right in. The juices lubricated the walls of your pussy making for an easier entrance. "Ngh...So...tight..." Lo'ak groans as he continued to thrust in. You, on the other hand, tilted you head up as you feel his whole member slowly expanding your insides. You tried your best not to but you can't help yourself, you let out a gasp of pain. The boy immediately stops and looks at you worried. "Are you okay?? Does it hurt? I'll pull it out right now-"

"N-no!" You gasped through the pain and tightening your grip on his hand, "Please, go on..."

After a moment of hesitation, Lo'ak thrusts it further until his member is fully inside you. You took a few gasps of discomfort as your insides adjusted to his size before giving him a nod to continue. Slowly, he starts thrusting back and forth. After a few successive thrusts, moans of pleasure finally escapes your mouth as his thrusts began hitting your sweet spot. Lo'ak perks up at this and took it as an encouragement to start thrusting harder, which in return earned him more moans of pleasure from you.

The sound of squelching thrusts, gasps of air, and lewd moans coming from you two filled the once quiet lab. "Fuck, y-yes Lo'ak-" You moaned between gasps of air as his member repeatedly slammed into your sweet spot. "I...Ngh-" Lo'ak can barely speak between his grunts of pleasure as he can feel the friction between your tight walls rubbing along his member. The desk was shaking from the intensity that pens and books, and even the bag of samples, were falling off of it.

Lo'ak pulls you closer and mounts onto you, resting his forehead onto yours. His free hand starts rubbing circles around your clit as yours grabbed onto the hair at the back of his head. This sent shivers throughout your whole body as you can feel a knot building up inside you the more he hit your sweet spot.

"L-Lo'ak...Ngh...I think I'm close,"

"That's good babygirl...fuck...that's good-"

You let out one huge moan of pleasure as the knot finally exploded inside you. Your head tilted back, eyes rolling to the top of your head, and back arching. "I...I think I'm close too-" Lo'ak grunts. You wrap you legs around his waist to secure his place as he gave one last thrust before filling your half filled insides with his own seed. Despite how tight it was, juices started leaking out due to how filled your insides were. "Oh fuck-" He cursed under his gasping breath as he released his warm fluids deep inside you.

After pulling out, he ran his finger from the base of your entrance up to the clit to wipe off the excess fluids.

Lo'ak rested his weary body onto yours, both of you panting like crazy. He looks at you with eyes of pure ecstasy. "Was that a good gift?" He chuckled between breaths, "It didn't hurt, did it? Because I'd love to give you more gifts in the future." You let out a soft giggle as you caress his cheeks.

"I told you, your love could never hurt me."

#lo'ak #lo'ak x you #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak fanfiction #lo'ak smut #avatar way of water #avatar 2 #avatar fanfiction #atwow fanfiction #atwow x reader #atwow smut #avatar smut #avatar x reader

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tokkibbang00 · 1 year

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WHY CAN'T WE BE FRIENDS? - C. YEONJUN (TEASER)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT. UNEDITED.

synopsis: Being caught in a series of scandals and controversies, Yeonjun's company has had enough of his attitude problems and finally decides to send him off to university. Despite his arguments towards management, he has no choice but to follow them or else he can kiss his modeling career goodbye. You're a fashion major attending university. You'd think you'd be delighted hearing the news about a famous model coming into your department, but as soon as you were seated beside him in one of your classes, you'd soon come to realize that you absolutely hated his guts

rating: (n)sfw

pairing: model!choi yeonjun x fashion major!afab reader

genre: college!au, enemies to lovers!au, kinda angsty, reader and yeonjun are idiots.

warnings: cursing, yeonjun's kind of an asshole at first, mentions of alcohol, suggestive, (will add more when the full story is posted)

a/n: i was originally planning on posting my han jisung fic first but i got so excited about this one that i knew that i just had to post this. i was also writing a part 2 of a certain fic, but that's a conversation for some other time 👀 I'm currently working on 3-5 fics but I'm also taking in requests!! Feel free to message me or Dm me~ Enjoy the teaser and watch out for the full fic in a week or two 💙

teaser posted: 05-18-23

MODEL CHOI YEONJUN RUMORED TO BE DATING WORLD-STAR IDOL HUH YUNJIN... AND MODEL JEON SOMI?

CHOI YEONJUN SEEN BAR HOPPING THREE NIGHTS IN A ROW IN ITAEWON

CHOI YEONJUN'S EXPLOSIVE EPISODE ON PAPARAZZIS. READ HERE !!!

BAD HABITS AND BAD ATTITUDE? INSIDER WHO WORKED WITH CHOI YEONJUN SPILLS IT ALL!!

Seungjin's eyebrows meet at the middle as his forehead starts showing lines and wrinkles, obvious dissatisfaction etched on his face. His fingers were rubbing his temples out of frustration while he continued to read article after article about their oh-so-beloved model, Choi Yeonjun.

The CEO sat at the end of the table, his back leaning on the chair while he reads along with Seungjin on his iPad.

Every article has been stating one common issue— Yeonjun's superiority complex and attitude problems.

The company already knew about this... issue, before the articles came to surface and has warned the young man every time.

He never listened.

Now here they are, reaping the consequences of the man's actions. They did all that they can to scold him, reprimand him, and even cover for him. Nothing ever stopped Yeonjun.

At the other end of the table, Yeonjun had his legs up on top of the meeting table and his back resting on the chair. His fingers brush his slicked back hair, making strands fall down his face.

The only sound you'd hear around the room was his loud chewing from his gum and his pen tapping.

The CEO, Shihyuk, let out a sigh, placing his iPad down. His elbows were perched on top of the table as he rested his chin on his hands that was clasped together.

“Yeonjun, I'm guessing you know why we've called you and Seungjin here today... Right?”

The young man raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming on his face. He puts his feet back down on the floor and copied Shihyuk's posture on the table.

“I don't know Sir Bang. You tell me.” Yeonjun teased, “I've been nothing but the perfect role model as far as I can see!” He said sarcastically.

Shihyuk wasn't phased by him at all. A stern look remained on his face as he continues the conversation.

“We have been thinking of ways to better your reputation.”

“Oh? Do enlighten me, please.” Yeonjun held himself back from rolling his eyes. He has heard things like these more than a hundred times already. “It's not like most of those articles are fake and heavily fabricated.”

He was confident that his company would cover for him or would keep shut.

On the contrary, Shihyuk and the PR team has seen the increase of negative articles towards the model. They knew that keeping quiet or finding a cover up will not work anymore.

Shihyuk cleared his throat, a small smile creeping on his face. It was his turn to be smug.

“We have decided to send you to University.”

Every ounce of confidence that was evident on Yeonjun's face immediately disappeared. His eyebrows immediately furrow while his jaw prominently clenching.

“What. The. Fuck.”

TBC.

NOTE: Characters presented do not represent anyone mentioned in the story. This is a work of fiction and is not real.

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axcel-lucci · 1 year

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Law x fem!reader

Background: (y/n) was never seen blushing, not even law himself. Not until tonight 😈

Btw: put your head out the gutter if you're thinking this is an nsfw post :)

Law was so spent the whole day, considering he has to deal with Shachi and penguin's constant bickerings and then trying to convince law to go out with his partner to relax.

As soon as he entered his quarters, he noticed (y/n) sleeping soundly on the bed. Just seeing her made all his stress go away and felt himself relax and smile knowingly.

Closing the door and locking it before going around the bed to place his stuff on the sofa and changed his uptight clothes to a much more warmer and comfortable ones he consider his 'pajamas'.

It was just a pair of gray sweats and bare top. Normally, he would colourize his shirts to match his bottom but it was a little warm tonight so he wants to feel his cold girlfriend up while also warming her up.

He turned around to go back to the bed only to see her snuggled in his hoodie, the blankets covering from her waist down.

Her expression was the same, like it always was when asleep... She had a small frown and lightly scowling from time to time.

Law hummed and walked over to the bed and sneak underneath the blankets; placed himself by his side by one of his arms under his head while the other reached out to brush away stray strands of her hair away.

(Y/n)'s expressions slowly soften and her head kinda turned to where his hand was by reflex to feel more of his warmth.

He smiled softly and cupped her cheek before rubbing it with his thumb. She stirred awake and groaned for a few moments and looked at law who was smiling like an idiot right now

"Law... What... Shouldn't you rest? You have a lot of work tomorrow, it's inspection day" she muttered, "and also... Why are you smiling like you've won something so blatantly obvious?"

"First if all, I was about to go to rest but saw your pretty face... You relaxed in my touch... And secondly, yes. I've won something so blatantly obvious..." He chuckled to himself and kissed her forehead.

"O-oh... I see..." She mumbled as law went down and buried his face into her chest while wrapping his arms around her waist.

he inhaled her scent happily and hummed, "you smell wonderful... And very cool to the touch"

"Really?? Thanks. I used a new lotion today, thought it'd be too much" she huffed a small laughter

Law kind of smiled even wider, "let me guess..." He inhaled a lot of her for a bit, "it's strawberry and... Something else?"

"Yeah... It's strawberry and lemon, actually... I don't know how those two got together... But they smell wonderful"

"Mhm... I will say that" he buried his face even deeper

She wrapped her arms around his back and he felt her gloved fingers traced his very bones and caress his shoulders in an almost taunting manner.

"Don't you get some sort of fastigue from wearing your gloves a lot?" He asked, "you don't need to answer if you don't feel like it"

"It's alright... I wear gloves a lot but I don't use the ones that trap moisture, so no... They don't get fatigue, maybe they do if they become sweaty."

He nodded, "that's good to know..."

It was silent for a while before pulling his hand and ran it down her sides to her hips, he can feel (y/n) shudder at the small touch and continued down her legs and noticed she wasn't wearing any pants so her legs were bare for him to touch and feel.

Her thighs were soft and plush, just like what he imagined, but was littered with scars. He stopped his hand when they were at the back of her knee, he pulled on them to make her leg cuddle his own waist

"L-law...!" She stammered, "is it alright??"

He nodded, he barely hear her stammer before, so this definitely was something he's surprised, but not a lot about. "Yeah it's fine, your thighs are smooth... No wonder sleeping with my head on your lap was a good idea." He joked and looked up at her

Only to stop laughing when he saw her red face. Her cheeks, her ears, and hell. Even her neck was starting to redden.

Her eyes glowed a tad bit more with want and need as her pupils were blown wide; shaped into big old hearts as well. She soon turned her head to bury her face to the pillow while her hands hurried themselves into his hair forcing his head to bury into her boobs.

Law was a bit enraptured. He was... Impressed? He LIKED her flustered expression. Or was it embarrassment?

He pushed himself up and face her with his head on the pillows.

Her eyes were half lidded, only fluttering when the gaze she had on the pillows weaken a bit

Law placed his hand on her cheek and made her look at him. Hesitantly, (y/n) made eye contact with him only to regret staring into his gold eyes.

"L-law...?"

He just didn't give himself time to think, he surged onwards and kissed her, taking her by surprise but kissed back a couple of moments later.

Her arms wrapping around his neck and his hands wrapped around her waist to pull her closer. They pulled away almost taunting one another with lingering breaths

Law smiled and slowly leaned in to kiss her again, she leaned up to him and softly kissed, it slowly turned into a pure burning passion when law had his hands slip down from her waist and caress her legs in a loving manner while she did the same to his chest and back.

#trafalgar law #law x reader #night thoughts #trafalgar law x reader #random #law x y/n #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar one piece #one piece #trafalgar d law x reader

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coreene · 15 days

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WIP Wednesday Saturday

My apologies to everyone who tags me - I absolutely love it when you do but I know I am always super late with doing them. But, on the bright side, this way we can keep the circle going!

Thank you @thisaccountisagainstmywill and @fistfuloftarenths for the tags, I love WIP Wednesday!

I am tagging @my-favourite-zhent @bardic-inspo @beesht @justporo and @tellmeallaboutit as usual no presh and also share your wips even if you're not tagged!

My offering is a piece from chapter 42 of Lorelei's Journal where the gang finally meets Lorelei's mother. 👇✂️

We were walking when I spot someone familiar, walking towards the gates. I stopped in my steps suddenly and the rest of the group hit me in surprise.

"What's the matter?" Gale asked with confusion.

I instinctively walked closer to Astarion. I wanted to hide, I needed to run; I didn't want to see her.

"Eleyarus, what a surprise," my mother spoke in the fake nice tone she used all the goddamn time.

"Mother," was all I could say with how dry my mouth had gotten.

"You look... good." She said in a very obvious, I'm lying, tone in her voice. "Although, I would do something about that dry hair and you're in desperate need of a hair cut, so many split ends." I tried to brush my hair with my fingers after her words and looked at the tips.

"And what is it that you're wearing?" I looked down to my leathers. "At least someone had the good sense to embroider something on it. It couldn't be you though, all those lessons and yours always came out wonky, didn't it?"

I took a step back, towards Astarion. He placed his arm over my shoulder wrapped his hand protectively around my body.

My mother squinted her eyes to the display, her gaze darting from me to Astarion.

The split second when I wasn't under her mocking gaze, I spoke. "What are you doing here, mother? I've never seen you leave Upper City."

She returned her gaze to me with a condescending smile. And there was something wicked behind it. "Oh, your brother wanted to see the circus."

"Fen is here?" I asked with a hopeful tone. I was still mad at him for the way he left but I would be so happy to see him again. I've missed him.

"No, your little brother." She said and turned towards what looked like a nine or ten years old brat who was busy kicking pigeons. I would be mad if he was able to catch up to them but he didn't look very blessed in the athletics.

Suddenly I connected the dots in my head. The timing of the announcement in the paper, telling people I was dead, when she stopped looking for me. It all fit the time he was born.

"Now, we should be leaving. We spend enough time around plebs. Volan come." She said and turned towards the gate as the boy tried his best to catch up to her. He was very slow.

"Mother, leave the city, if you can. It's not going to be safe for a while." I called after her.

She looked at me over her shoulder. "Don't tell me what to do, girl. I know everything better than you do."

And she turned her back completely to us, with the brat following her and walked passed the Fist guarding the gate.

"I'd wish she'd turn into a mind flayer for not heeding your warning, but I don't know if that'll change much for her. She's as emotionless as the illithid." Astarion commented while the rest of us were still in shock.

"That is not how a mother should behave," I heard Gale mutter under his breath.

"I now understand why you ran away." Karlach commented.

I felt my shoulders slump in defeat. "It's fine. I'm used to her. Let's just go back to camp." And hope we never see her again. She could save herself for all I cared.

"No, you need a distraction." Karlach ran in front of us and stood near the stand for the circus. "Let's visit the circus, please."

I smiled at her enthusiasm and nodded. "Alright, I guess we can."

"And we're just in time for the clown show," Astarion spoke with a tired voice "how wonderful."

Karlach darted towards the circus gate, as we followed her in a leisurely pace, Gale was coming from a little behind us. Astarion's arm was still wrapped around me. He pulled me closer to himself and left a kiss to my temples. I cherished the feeling of his cool soft lips on my skin. I felt a headache coming up and it was helping.

"How are you, my love?" He whispered to my ear.

"I'm okay," I looked up at him "and grateful to have you."

He bent his head down for a soft kiss. I breathed him in when our lips touched. "You'll never have to face her alone, as long as I'm here."

For those that do not follow my longfic: Lorelei's mother is a high elf, older than Halsin, and including Volan, she has five children. Lorelei and Volan are the only ones who share a father. The other three all have different fathers and the eldest, Miraren, doesn't actually know hers. It is rumoured to be a star elf, though.

She calls Lorelei, Eleyarus, because that's the name her parents has given her. Lorelei changed it when she ran away.

I was making a family tree to show Lorelei's family but I still can't decide on a design I like so it's gonna be a while for that to see the light of the day.

#wip wednesday #tag games #bg3 oc Lorelei #oc: lorelei #bg3 tav #Astarion x Tav #tavstarion #Astarion x Female Tav #Astarion #BG3 Astarion #Astarion Ancunin #Baldur's Gate 3 Astarion #Bg3 #Bg3 Spoilers #Astarion Fanfic #Astarion Fic

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bippot · 2 years

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Summary: Before and after a mission, sober or drunken, Bob wants to spend his time with just one gal. Their friends are also rather amused by his obvious crush on her and like to document their interactions.

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Drunkenness, Drunken Shenanigans, Fluff

Song recommendation: Shut Up and Kiss Me by Marianas Trench

Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd Masterlist - here

"How's it going, cowboy?"

That was the greeting Bob craved every day. He felt like he needed it. If he was having the worst day of his life, he could hear that and everything would seem brighter. And the smile she gave him? He felt like the luckiest guy on the face of the Earth.

Boomerang was perfect to Bob. All of her was made for him in his mind. It was as if she was put on the globe to redden his cheeks and make his heart beat faster whenever he came within her sight.

Phoenix seemingly was the only one who picked up on the crush he had on Y/N. It was the way his spectacled gaze would linger on her for a moment too long. Or how he'd look down and smile to himself if she ever was nice to him. Or there was that one time he had just removed his helmet and his hair was all over and Y/N reached out to brush it back in place, boy, did Bob fall silent and take the biggest gulp Nat had ever seen.

"So...Y/N, huh?" Natasha said, her voice teasing as she barged into Bob's room that he shared with Fanboy and got comfortable on his bed. When he didn't answer, she took the tip of her shoe and lightly nudged him on the bicep.

"Ew, don't touch me with that!" he whined, pushing her foot away. He had to do it several times since she kept swerving and jabbing him in different areas in an effort to get him to spill the beans. Eventually, he managed to catch her ankle and stop her from physically assaulting him. "Seriously, think about how much dirt is on the bottom of your shoe. Gross, Nat."

Natasha smirked as she watched him squirm. She found his discomfort very entertaining, and it got even more fun to watch as she taunted, "Fine, fine. It's been great catching up with you, Floyd, but I've got some hot gossip that I think Y/N, you know her - my roommate - would love to hear."

"You wouldn't!?!"

"Ah! I knew it!"

Shit. He let his head slump in defeat. As usual, Phoenix was right. Bob groaned, dragging his hand down his face as he accepted the fact that Nat would be watching his interactions with Y/N with eagle eyes and a knowing glint in them from now on. That was going to be annoying and soooo good for his confidence.

And that's how life went for a while - Bob desperately trying to seem cool and dateable to Boomerang whilst under the analytical watch of Phoenix, who was trying her best to be supportive yet it often bordered on overbearing. He'd hardly made any 'progress', mostly because he was barely trying. It would be best if he ignored it. His crush would go away then, right?

All their conversations had been mostly platonic until one day when Bob was issued for yet another dangerous mission. The night before a knock on his door broke him out of his preflight nerves. He opened it a crack to find Y/N smiling at him, standing on his doorstep in her pyjamas with a smallish bag on her shoulder.

"Hey, cowboy."

"Hey," he breathed, his heart pounding in his chest. "Mickey's with Ruben if you were looking for him."

"No. I was hoping to see you."

The way she said it sent a zing through his system. Bob's mouth went dry as he tried to formulate a response, so he stepped to the side and gestured that she could come inside if she wanted to.

"Nat may have mentioned that you tend to freak out before big missions and that nobody had checked up on you. So, here I am. Your knight in shining armour. Or whatever you want me to be."

Oh god, he wished that was the only thing Nat told her. No, Phoenix would never do that. Would she? No, no. Maybe? No, absolutely not.

"If you're not in the mood just say and I'll leave you alone. I know-"

"Stay! I mean... I'm, I'm in the mood. Not in that way, not in a sexy mood. A sociable mood and -" He took a breath so his ramble wouldn't get any worse, then admitted, "I'd like you to stay."

Her wide-eyed expression was worth the embarrassment Bob had to endure. Her lips quivered upwards in amusement and she smiled sweetly, her eyes twinkling with what seemed to be mirth and excitement. He couldn't help but smile back.

Since she had confirmation now, she reached into her bag and brought out her Switch. "That's good because I planned on completely wiping the floor with you on Mario Kart," she teased him, taking out one controller and passing it to Bob as they both sat down on his duvet.

He grinned, "Bless your heart, you're going to lose every single time, sweetheart," and if by magic, his accent became more prominent.

"Oh, it's on!"

Excitedly, the game began, their controllers in hand, as both started to laugh, play, and tease each other with ease and familiarity. It really was like nothing else mattered anymore as Bob focused on their little world. He forgot about all his problems and responsibilities and worries for tomorrow.

"You little fucker! How dare you blue shell me!"

"That's what you get, Floyd."

Originally, Y/N was going to take it easy on him but he was great at the game and had managed to surprise her. With no hesitation, she took advantage of this opportunity to kick his ass, show him she wouldn't give in so easily even if he was cute as hell. He looked so adorable all focused on the screen. His brows were furrowed, his lips pursed, and his tongue stuck out as he concentrated intensely.

It wasn't long until he noticed she had taken her eyes off the game and that they stared at him instead. Smiling sheepishly, he lowered the game controller and turned towards her, his eyes twinkling. "What? Do I have something on my face?" he asked, his cheeks flushing under her scrutiny.

"No, I'm just enjoying the sight of your face when you lose," she retorted without missing a beat. As a response, he lightly punched her on the shoulder and she decided to go completely overboard. She clutched the area of impact and dramatically whined, "Ow, I think I've lost feeling. Fuck, it stings! You might have to amputate or something. You okay with blood? Lieutenant, you're so strong that my arm is no longer functional!"

Bob chuckled at her reaction, amused by the theatrics she was putting on but also touched that she cared enough about his well-being to try and cheer him up in such a way. A way that worked since he was feeling much better, better than he had in a while.

More and more matches were played. Y/N won a few. Bob won a few. They were on a competitive streak when Mickey returned to his room, surprised by their laughter. As he was playing, Bob had begun to fight dirty and was shielding Y/N's eyes as she tried to navigate blind.

"What place am I in?"

"Last."

"Bulshit!" She tried her hardest to wriggle away from his hand as she laughed in delight at their silliness. "Ha! I'm sixth!"

"Doesn't matter, you're still losing."

Mickey had been listening in through the door for a moment before he opened it fully and let himself in quietly, standing behind them, a large smirk on his face as he saw the scene before him - huddled together on his bed, Y/N and Bob were essentially play fighting as they kept swiping their hands in the others line of vision.

At some point, Y/N had stolen Bob's glasses and had them perched on her nose in an effort to put him at a disadvantage, whereas Bob had squished Y/N between his back and the wall, moving his head and hand in the way of the screen at any chance he could. Mickey had never seen anything so adorable. He shook his head and quickly retrieved his phone to snap a picture before he ruined the moment.

"Hey, Boomerang," Mickey called out in a sing-song voice. Both paused what they were doing, and looked at him as he distracted them from their game. "This looks cosy."

"Don't worry, we'll finish this race then I'll let you get your precious beauty sleep, Garcia," she replied, trying her hardest to conceal how she didn't really want to leave and stop having fun.

With one final win by Bob, it was time for the pair to part ways. Following her to the door, Bob closed it behind him in an effort to get some form of privacy from Fanboy.

"Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for checking up on me."

"Anytime, cowboy." She smirked at him coyly, placing her hand on his shoulder. "I would say good luck, but with your skills? I really don't think you'll need it."

Before he could talk himself out of it, Bob brought her into a bear hug, burying his head into her shoulder, breathing deeply and trying not to sob like a child. His grip tightened when she hugged him back, pulling him closer as he tried to steady his mind. He felt like he needed to say something. Anything. But he couldn't bring himself to.

"I'll see you tomorrow. And tomorrow's tomorrow," she reassured as she pulled back to look at him, her smile brightening his entire being and causing butterflies to explode in his stomach. She leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss onto his cheek.

A million thoughts raced around in his brain making the hairs on his arms stand up on end. Her eyes met his, a soft blush covering her cheeks as she shyly gave him a small wave, "Night, cowboy," and departed to her room.

He stood there, stunned for a minute until a smile slowly appeared on his face and spread uncontrollably as he realised what had just happened. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the door frame, trying to get his bearings. All he could feel was giddiness as he made his way back into his room.

"So...Y/N, huh?"

"Shut up, Mickey."

Just as she thought it would, the mission went down a success. They came out the other side alive and in tip-top shape. No injuries. Nothing. Everything went perfectly according to plan, which was odd because Hangman had been chosen to fly too and he went his own way on the occasion.

"Tell me how good I looked getting out of my plane, Boomer," Hangman yelled over to Y/N once they landed on the ground, a huge grin splitting his face. She rolled her eyes as she walked toward him and accepted the hug that he was offering.

"You look like shit."

"Language! Baby on board might've heard that."

"Phoenix and Bob haven't landed yet."

Jake was about to say something else but then they heard the familiar sounds of a plane getting closer and closer. They shared a knowing grin and moved away from the landing zone. A few moments later, the plane landed and the two pilots emerged in an instant.

"Bagman, you weren't insufferable. Good job, jackass," Phoenix declared as she patted the taller man on the back.

"Praise like that warms my heart, it really does," he retorted, his joking tone attempting to hide how truthfully his statement was. But he did have a genuine smile on his face as he nodded approvingly, his pride clearly shown.

Coyote and Payback were congratulating Bob as Y/N did the same with Phoenix and Rooster arrived on the field a few seconds later. Once he reached them, they exchanged hugs, a big grin on everyone's faces as they all congratulated each other again. In the celebration, Bob managed to catch Y/N's eye and she gave him a questioning thumbs up as if she was asking 'How's it going, cowboy?' like always. He shyly returned the gesture, blushing slightly but pleased nevertheless.

In his head, Bob had it all planned out. He was going to get out of the cockpit and tug his helmet off - somehow his hair would stay perfectly styled in this dream - then he'd spot Boomerang. She'd be swooning the moment she saw him. He'd sweep her up in his arms and kiss her right there on the runway where anyone could see them. But that didn't happen. Of no fault of anyone, they happened to be dragged into conversations with other people. And by the time Bob got to her, his adrenaline had dipped significantly and he found himself unable to go through with his plan.

Instead, he simply stood there with his mouth open, then promptly closed it as she once again brushed his hair back into place when they were finally beside each other. "Hi," he greeted softly.

"Told you I'd see you tomorrow."

"Don't forget tomorrow's tomorrow."

And then she was hugging him and laughing and smiling and he was drowning in the joys of being able to hug her back. The excitement and exhilaration coursed through his body in waves as she held onto him tightly, like she never wanted to let go. And in all honesty, neither did he. It didn't matter if the rest of the world could watch them - all he wanted to do was spend every single moment with this girl.

She pulled away first. She looked at him with a bright and radiant expression. He stared back at her, awestruck. Unable to look away from her. Unable to think straight. Unable to move.

The flash of a camera broke the spell. They both snapped their heads toward the source of the noise, realising that Rooster had seen the two of them and decided to immortalise it forever. He was looking at them both with a wide, stupid grin across his lips. There was no mistaking the gleam of amusement in his eyes. Bob glared at him as Y/N gave him a playful shove and muttered, "Stop smiling like that, creeper."

Unsurprisingly, The Hard Deck was where the celebration was held. Honestly, Bob wasn't much of a drinker. Sure, he'd been drinking before, but he didn't really like getting drunk all that much. Yet, they'd almost died. Again. Why not? Why not have a little fun? That was the sentiment running around his head as he drank his cocktails. Why not get a little wild?

"To not dying!" Bob slurred to himself as he took a big gulp from the cocktail he'd just bought. If he was going to get wasted, the stuff he was drinking would have to taste good. That martini made him feel real wavy. The alcohol was starting to kick in, he was sure of it.

It became apparent how much it had kicked in as he walked up to Y/N as she was talking to Jake and Ruben and attached himself to her side like some sort of overly affectionate pet, swaying in time to whatever tune that was playing. She jumped at the unexpected side hug but eased when she saw who it was.

"Hey," he slurred, trying to come off as nonchalantly as he possibly could. "What you guys talking about?"

"Bob, bud, how many drinks have you had?" Y/N questioned, looking down at his glass and then back up at his face, which was gorgeously flushed due to his intoxication. She couldn't help but smile as she watched him try to make sense of the words she spoke.

"I dunno. Like...a hundred or something?"

Hangman knew this was a golden opportunity to tease Bob. How could he not? That's how he shows affection to his friends. "Woah, one hundred? That's a world record, I'm sure," Jake barked mischievously, laughing at his friend's expense. Y/N shot him a glare and shook her head disapprovingly, but there was no denying how she smiled at his comment, no matter how hard she tried not to.

Since he was inebriated, Bob had no qualms to retort, "Least I'd have a world record, man whore," and all of them let out a giggle at his insult. He then turned and looked directly at Y/N after finishing the last of his drink, a sly smirk plastered on his face. "That a good jab?"

"Great one, cowboy."

"Nice."

The other two men laughed at the scene play out before them. But Y/N was far too distracted by Bob now, so she didn't notice. She only focused on the way he seemed to grasp at her tighter, pulling her even closer to him. It felt nice being close to him. He usually wasn't very touchy with anyone else. But, it seemed that tonight was different. Why he chose Y/N to be all cuddly with, she had no idea.

But, nonetheless, she enjoyed it and was grateful for it. It wasn't every day super cute, super hot Robert Floyd decided to have a cwtch so she'd have to savour it while it lasted and it looked as if he needed some aid to stand so she wrapped her arm around his middle.

From across the bar, Rooster nudged Phoenix and gestured to their buddies. "Guess Bob's little crush is common knowledge now," Bradley joked as he sipped his beer, thoroughly amused by Bob's actions.

"You knew too, huh?"

"He's pretty obvious about it."

"He's pretty wasted too."

No kidding. Despite being in public, Bob was completely okay with running his hand up and down Y/N's waist and squeezing it every now and then when he wanted more of her attention as she tried to carry on with the conversation she was having. Her cheeks were dusted pink and she hoped to god that neither Hangman nor Payback wouldn't mention it because she'd never be able to live it down.

"Y/N, it's your round," Jake announced as he handed her her empty bottle. "Take your tag along and get him some water."

"Aw, man whore, maybe you do have a soul after all," she replied in a teasing voice as she gestured for Ruben to hand over his drink too. He downed it and placed it between her fingers before she walked away with Bob trailing behind her.

"You want to sit down for a while?" she urged as she patted the bar stool next to her. He nodded, still smiling dopily as he plopped down on the plush stool and swung his feet back and forth.

Penny gave Y/N a chuckle as she saw the usual uptight and meek look that usually adorned Bob's entire existence was not there. Now? Now he was acting like some love-sick puppy who was waiting to be given love and attention from the woman beside him, which was absolutely adorable.

"Water for him?"

"Please."

With Penny off to deal with the drinks, Y/N turned her attention back to Bob to brush some of his hair back in place. "Love it when you do that," he murmured to her, a small smile grazing his face.

"Do what?" She whispered back.

"Put your hands all on my hair. Makes me feel special, y'know, like I'm really important to ya." He reached for her hand and moved it to his cheek, brushing the pad of his thumb over her knuckles as he gazed longingly up at her. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him - his eyes were glazed over and unfocused, a soft smile tugging at his features as she started to stroke his skin with her thumb.

"You are important to me, cowboy."

Because of her words, Bob leaned into her touch and hummed happily at the contact. Y/N smiled as her fingers traced circles into his skin, a feeling of peace spreading throughout her chest at the sight of him in such a state of contentment.

Everything about the look that was upon his face was so sweet, so caring, so...perfect. It took everything in her power not to lean forward and kiss him right then and there, to reassure herself that he was real and real and not just an illusion that she conjured in her tipsy mind. But, she didn't - she didn't dare risk it. No matter how much she craved the closeness that was radiating off of him, she knew that it wouldn't be good for either of them.

"Water for the drunk lieutenant. Beer for the soon-to-be drunk lieutenants."

"Thanks, Penny," Y/N answered as she took the glasses from Penny and passed the water over to her companion as she paid.

Bob looked at the water with confusion."It's water-flavoured vodka. Just came in," Penny lied with a smile, having persuaded intoxicated customer after customer to hydrate for their benefit. Bob nodded his thanks and downed half of his drink at once.

After swallowing the liquid, he glanced at Y/N. "Want to try?" he asked, holding out the cup towards her.

"You keep it for yourself," she chuckled as she helped him up to his feet. As she took hold of his hands to steady him, he swayed on his feet and grinned. "Easy does it, Bambi."

Once he had somewhat stood upright, Y/N grabbed the beers and led him back to their friends, passing them around as Bob nursed his 'vodka' water. Hangman and Payback were busy playing pool so Y/N walked over and placed a beer in Jake's hand.

"About time, sugar tits."

"Ever the gentleman, Bagman."

Time ticked on and eventually, most of the other pilots reached a similar level of intoxication as Bob, who they allowed to drink alcohol again and completely depleted all the effort Y/N had made to help him out. Fanboy even yelled out, "Come on, Bobby! Gotta up your drinking game, man." And, Bob did just that.

Sometime during the evening, Bob had detached himself from Y/N's waist and left to use the bathroom. When he returned, she had seemingly left already. He noticed her absence immediately and found Phoenix to ask, "Where's - where's Y/N?"

"I don't know. Outside, maybe?"

Boom. That's where he was going to stumble towards. Without another thought, he made his way outside, weaving his way through the drunken revelry and towards the back door. Once he got outside, he spotted Y/N leaning against the wall, wrapping her arms around herself as she stared at the night sky.

"Cold, darlin?"

She jumped in surprise, turning quickly around to face him and sighed heavily in relief once she realised it was just him standing there.

"A little."

He approached her hesitantly, as if unsure of how she might react, then he said gently, "Here." He held out his arms for her and she gladly accepted his offer and stepped into his embrace, wrapping hers tightly around him as he enveloped her in warmth. "Better?" he whispered into her ear.

Of course, she nodded, snuggling her face into his neck and inhaling deeply. "You smell like someone spilt booze all over you."

"I did."

Both of them burst into a fit of giggles, unable to control themselves due to the amount of booze currently running through their bodies and the happiness and warmth of each other's presence. After a few seconds, though, they both calmed down and pulled away slightly to study one another's expressions.

They looked at each other for a moment longer until his eyes drifted downwards to her lips then up again to meet her gaze. A shiver ran through Y/N, but not necessarily because of the chilly air. She could feel her pulse begin to quicken when he inched ever closer to her face until her back hit the building behind her.

The sound of music inside was faint and the party raging on around them only amplified the silence, yet it hardly mattered because the world suddenly seemed to slow down and stop in its tracks as he brought his lips towards hers. The kiss began softly at first, hesitant and gentle, but gradually grew in fervour and heat until it was nothing but passionate.

One thing was certain; Bob sure had no trouble giving in to the urge he felt when it came to Y/N. His tongue grazed lightly against her bottom lip, begging her to open up to him, and she obliged without any hesitation. His free hand went straight to the nape of her neck, pulling her tighter against him while the other rested firmly on her hip.

Coyote, who only came outside for a breather, came across this scene by chance and stayed silent before snapping a picture to show the rest of the gang the hot new gossip.

Luckily, that ensured that he didn't see the moment that Bob instinctively shifted his knee between her thighs in such a suggestive manner, causing a moan that escaped through her parted lips.

"Fuck, sorry," he apologised and removed his knee in an inebriated hurry. Y/N didn't seem to care however as she simply continued to stare down at him through her lashes, a lazy grin spread across her face.

"Don't apologise, cowboy." She reached out with one hand to push a stray strand of hair out of his face as he looked up at her in surprise."You know, Nat and Mickey are here, so that leaves both of our rooms free for a while."

Bob's cheeks blushed red. "Uh - yeah," he trailed, eyes wandering from her eyes to her lips and back again. "Yeah, that's true."

"Why don't we take advantage of that then?"

Her words sent his brain into overdrive, as he watched her smirk in anticipation of his response. In less than five seconds, Bob's face lit up into a brilliant beam as he lunged forward to capture her lips in a deep and desperate kiss, making sure he placed his hand behind her head so she wouldn't smack into the brick wall behind her. It was an answer in itself, and a very obvious one at that.

"We need to stop for two minutes for me to get an uber."

"Don't want to stop now..." He mumbled against her lips, tightening his grip around her hip as he deepened the kiss, trying to convince her that to not break apart yet.

However, Y/N was not having any of it and slowly started to pull away, halting the kiss with a small smirk plastered on her lips. Bob pouted adorably at her for that little interruption and she let out a laugh at his expression.

"Two minutes."

With haste, she retrieved her phone from her back pocket and got them a ride back to their bunks. Bob tended to be a patient man, yet he couldn't wait two minutes and tried to distract her by kissing her neck, which in turn caused her to giggle with a gasp at his attention. And she had to tease "Impatient, aren't you?"

"Only for you," he muttered into her skin, his voice filled with a deep desire for her. He felt her shiver beneath his lips and smiled smugly to himself knowing that his words had elicited such an intense reaction from her. He pressed his lips harder against the spot, feeling the goosebumps rise on her shoulders under his mouth as he sucked a light bruise there. "I've been wanting to do that since I met you."

His words were breathy and soft, almost too quiet for her to hear them, but Y/N heard every single word perfectly. Her heart hammered hard in her chest as she tried to come up with something witty or clever to say in reply to him. All she managed to muster up was a husky, "...Good."

Eventually, the car came and they disentangled themselves to get in. The ride home was short and relatively uneventful, except for Bob's continuous grip on Y/N's thigh throughout the entire drive. The couple was soon inside Y/N's room - only because it was the closest - and she shut the door behind her.

Y/N swiftly was pulled against Bob's body, his lips capturing her own for yet another long, lingering, searing kiss that made her knees weaken at the feeling. His hands made their way under her top and caressed her bare skin lovingly as his lips moved against hers with such hunger and desire, he wasn't able to help the groan that erupted from his throat.

One of her hands slid down the front of his trousers and found his belt, undoing it swiftly and tugging his pants to the ground. Bob followed suit, removing Y/N's shirt from her body and tossing it aside before sliding his hands underneath her jeans to squeeze her ass lightly. He leaned down, burying his face in between her breasts, causing another moan to emerge from her as the feel of his warm lips on her sensitive skin set fire to the very core of her being.

"Bob..", she gasped as his teeth sunk in lightly, causing her to arch her back and throw her head back. "Let me go find a condom. You better have taken your shirt off by the time I get back."

Sleepily, he yawned, "Will do," and watched with sleepy eyes as she hurried to find protection.

It took her several moments, but once she returned from the en suite with a condom in hand, she found that he'd taken his glasses, flopped on her bed and had fallen asleep. She stared at him for what felt like forever, taking in everything about him: the slight stubble, the messy curls, the sleepy, content smile plastered across his face, and the muscular back that he hid so often.

There was something so enchanting, so mesmerising, in how natural he looked with the moonlight through the window illuminating every inch of his handsome face. She wanted so badly to wake him up, to kiss him senseless again and again, but after seeing him in this state, she couldn't. He was too cute like this.

Instead, she climbed into the bed and covered them both in the duvet, careful not to nudge him and left a gap between them so he was not disturbed, before falling asleep herself.

By the time Phoenix had gotten back to the room she shared with Y/N, the pair had inched closer and Bob had slung his arm around Y/N's waist possessively with the tip of his nose pressing into the nape of her neck.

Oh, Nat had to take a photo. She had to. How else was she going to update the group chat?

A few hours later, Bob woke up abruptly upon realising someone was in the same bed as him. Holy fuck! He immediately shot his head upwards and noticed that the person beside him was Y/N, his movements waking her up from her peaceful slumber. Y/N rubbed her bleary eyes sleepily and blinked a few times, before smiling at him when he sat upright.

"Morning," she greeted, her voice still hoarse from her sleepiness. She could tell just by looking at him that his memory of the night before was a little fuzzy.

"Did we? Did we you know?" he asked in a whisper, slightly blushing from embarrassment as he lowered his head shyly and scratched his cheek.

Reaching towards her bedside table, Y/N showed him the unopened condom. "You fell asleep."

"Oh, thank the lord." He let out a sigh of relief before noticing how her face fell and hurried to clarify, "No! Not like that. I meant it... like, I want to be sober when that happens. With you." Bob paused for a moment. "Not that I'm complaining about waking up next to you, of course, I like that. Just, uhm, it would be nice to remember it."

He looked away bashfully and cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact. Y/N chuckled before reaching out and grabbing his face, turning him back to face her. "Hey, hey," she said softly before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "I think I'd like that too." She leaned over and began to place kisses all along his jawline until she came to a stop right beside his lips.

After pausing for a moment, she leaned forward slightly and planted a gentle kiss against his lips, one of her fingers pushing his hair out of his face. He closed his eyes and tilted his head to deepen the kiss, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"I love the fact that you two are together now, but can you shut the fuck up? I don't want to leave my bed until tomorrow afternoon," Phoenix grumbled from where she lay.

The two broke apart and laughed sheepishly at each other's antics, as if embarrassed that they had forgotten she was even there in the first place. "More sleep sounds good to me," Bob chuckled and rested back down on the pillows as he snuggled closer to Y/N, pulling her against his chest. With one final kiss to the crown of her head, both lieutenants settled down to sleep off their hangovers.

There was no way either of them would let go any time soon. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not even tomorrow's tomorrow.

#bob floyd x female reader #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd #bob floyd #top gun maverick #Youtube

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cloudycaffeinatedcryptid · 4 months

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Which of the Quarry counselors do you think are more obvious about having favourite campers? What do you think are their tells?

thank you for the ask! obviously all of the counselors try very very hard to not pick favorites & some of them are better than others. Emma can't help herself - there's a girl in her cabin with severe confidence issues that she can't help but take under her wing. she's not TOO obvious, she's a role model after all, but she picks the girl to be her assistant during demonstrations more often, "accidentally" runs into her during free time almost every day to see how & what she's doing, ends up braiding her hair at least once a week. but when anyone else asks to be braided, she does them too bc she doesn't want anyone to feel left out. the braiding nights end up helping her little star make friends with some of the other girls in her cabin & Emma couldn't be prouder. there's also prolly a cluster of Emma-esque girls that constantly seek her out & she (not-so) secretly preens under the attention

Jacob's a little more obvious about the scrappy little kid he takes to on the third day of camp - they're always the first kid he greets, loud & obnoxious, & he's always scouting them out to play frisbee or throw a football. they tell him he's annoying & he smells bad but they always go with him. Jacob gives them terrible advice, they give him equally-as-terrible (but for jokes) advice & it's very chaotically wholesome. whenever he's not with them, he's definitely the leader of the pack for a bunch of noisy, rambunctious boys that either play football or cause general mayhem

Dylan & Kaitlyn are a lot better at hiding it. they see how obvious Chris is after all. their daily rounds happen to brush by a certain camper's favorite "hiding" spot? crazy. hey, now that i've seen you, did you eat much at breakfast? seemed kind of zoned out - you need to talk about anything? there's always conveniently a spot near them at the meal table. if they notice the kid reading a certain book, they'll find it in the library to skim through so they can happen to bring it up- oh thats a good book! who's your fav character? mine's blorbo.

i don't know if Abi or Ryan picks favorites but they're prolly good at keeping it to themselves, & Nick is so weird it's impossible to tell if he likes someone or not bc his behavior never makes any sense. thank you for coming to my ted talk

#this was fun :)#i don't know how accurate they are but i like thinking about it #the quarry #ask moth #no i cannot & will not stop bullying nick #again i dont hate him #i just feel the need to fight him in every fiber of my being

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willow-tree-writes · 1 year

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✾Inside Job✾

Steve Harrington x Russian!Reader

Summary: You were sent to American with a mission - get close to a dangerous group of teenagers and get rid of them from the inside.

Request: @everose05 "I was wondering if you could do another Steve Harrington x Russian Reader. But where the reader is a russian assasin, and only starts dating Steve to get close to the party and take them down. Since the russians know they will try and stop them. I've never seen it be written before, and i think it could be really cool."

Author’s Note: I have been away for a while... wow... I'm glad I got this request or I wouldn't have written at all! I've been so busy with college and struggling with low motivation, so I don't know how consistent I'll be. Also, sorry for how short this is, I kind of rushed myself to get this out for you guys.

Word Count: 970

Warnings: Cursing, Faking Feelings

!I don’t own this gif!

When you were first told you’d be sent to America in order to breach a group of children who were trying to get rid of the Russians, you thought your father was insane. Сумасшедший.

But here you were. In some cul-de-sac, standing outside a suburban-style rancher.

“просто замечательно…” You mumbled to yourself. ‘Just great…’ You were going to have to stay here for god knows how long and pretend to care for people that are already dead to you.

Now all you had to do was unpack your shit and survey outside some high school for your targets.

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This little hellhole didn’t seem like anything special. It was a small town where a bunch of tragedies happened, causing everyone to hate the place. And the teenagers you’ve been watching out for seem like just that - teenagers.

With a small sigh, you reposition your wallet so that it would easily fall out with a little tap and started to walk towards your main target, trying to act as though you were confused.

Looking around absently, you bump into a boy that you were told was named Steve Harrington. He was the oldest of the teenagers, making your superiors believe he is the ringleader of sorts.

At least they were making you fake date a guy was pretty cute.

“I am so sorry!” You exclaim after bumping into him, trying to make your accent sound more ambiguous. You were informed of their previous run-ins with Russians, so you couldn’t let them catch on.

This Steve guy looked away from a curly-haired child and towards you, almost in a sort of awe. “It’s, uh… It’s no problem.”

Giving him a small smile, you slowly start to walk away as you put your hands in your pockets. You pretend to pat yourself down, signaling you’re missing something. “Shoot… My wallet…” You mumble loudly as you look around at the ground.

Before you knew it, Steve was right in front of you, flashing all his purely whites as he held out your wallet. “Drop this?”

You laughed a little, trying to make it sound a bit embarrassed. “Yes yes, thank you.”

While taking the wallet from him, you let your hand brush against his, holding it there for a moment.

Neither of you letting go yet, you opened your mouth to speak when he spoke first. “You’re not from here, are you?” Wow. Would take a genius to figure that out.

Smiling the snark comment off, you shook your head. “Just moved, actually.”

“From where?” Steve’s small curly-haired boy butted in, looking at you skeptically.

It was more than obvious that people don’t just move to Hawkins, Indiana for the hell of it.

“Oh, far of yonder. Small European country.” You lied, smiling at the boy who you presumed was Dustin Henderson.

Two of the eight teens met. Not counting the three that moved recently.

“Exotic.” Steve joked, nudging his little friend, who wasn’t amused at all.

You forced a laugh to seem open to whatever this boy has to offer. “Well, thank you.” You repeated, slowly pulling your hand away and putting your wallet back in your pocket.

“Hey,” he started again, giving a little shrug, “maybe I could give you a little tour around town? Tomorrow I get out of work at noon, so I could meet you at your place.”

Didn’t take much to get him to already ask you out.

With a smile, you gave him your address and turned around to start to walk back off to your ‘house.’

“I’m Steve, by the way!” He called out after you.

You turned your head, still walking away. “Y/N.”

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It had been a week. Just a week. A week and this boy wouldn’t leave you alone. He was eating you up like a honey cake.

It was Saturday, exactly a week after your first ‘date.’ And you’ve spent almost each day with Steve. You’ve met everyone else in the group.

They’ve all had their different levels of skepticism, but you have a feeling that getting close to Steve will be the best option for having the others begin to trust you.

Right now everyone was split up within a house. You believed it was the siblings’ Nancy and Mike Wheeler’s house. This seemed like their typical hangout house.

The youngest of the teens were in the basement and the older teens, plus you, were mingling in both the kitchen and living room.

The rundown of the group was obvious - Steve wasn’t as much of the ringleader as he was the heartthrob. There wasn’t even a ringleader at all. Nancy might be the closest thing to one. Dustin and Steve were very close, but Dustin was also very smart. If you could get close to Steve, he would convince Dustin you were good and that would convince everyone else in the group.

Right now Robin and Nancy were in the living room while you and Steve got some snacks together for the group.

“So, how has Hawkins been treating you?” Steve asked as he grabbed a bowl off a high shelf.

You shrugged a little. “If you’re Hawkins, then amazingly.” You joke. While he did give you a tour of the town, your focus was on him and his focus seemed to have been on you, too.

He smiled and handed you the bowl. “What can I say? I’m a top tier host.”

Smiling back at him, went for the bowl, lightly placing your hands overtop his. “I say you’re more than top tier host.”

He chuckled, leaning his hip against the counter, right in front of you. “I am truly honored.”

He slowly started to lean in, and the easiness of this job hit you.

Steve Harrington was falling for you as easy as a bowling ball falls from a skyscraper.

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hsfan94 · 1 year

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Wrapped in Red

AN: Merry Christmas lovies! hope you like it.

Y/n had figured out how to finally tell Harry how she felt. Since he told her he was going to break up with Olivia, she had been trying to find the perfect way to come clean.

They had been friends for a long time. Y/n met Harry through Gemma back in 2017 and she'd had a crush on him for even longer. She had never intended to tell him she loved him because she always assumed she'd get over it. When he was with Olivia, however, she realised she would never be happy with anyone else, especially since she's so close to his entire family.

One thing was for certain, she could not lose him and that was why it had taken so long to figure it out. She wanted it to be subtle enough that she could brush it off if he didn't get it or if he didn't feel the same, but obvious enough that he could understand and if he felt the same hopefully he would make a move. So, when she found out that she was not only invited to his family's holiday celebrations this year but that one of the activities was karaoke, she knew just what she had to do.

So, here she was sitting next to Harry while Gemma and Michael made an absolute mockery of 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' in front of them. She turned to look at her love and his head was thrown back cackling. He was so beautiful. She leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"H, stop. This is a very serious performance for your sister."

She couldn't keep her faux serious expression in place long as he raised an eyebrow in challenge.

"Oh really? She tell you that?" He smirked.

"Yes, actually. She told me it was a dream of hers to best you this year in the entertainment department." She said it with a smile and he busted out laughing again.

Just as he was about to respond the song ended.

"Y/n you're next," Gemma spoke into the microphone.

"What?! I thought Anne was next."

"She was but you and my brother wouldn’t shut up so I changed the order." Gemma gave her a knowing look and Y/n felt her anxiety heighten. She had told her her plan and now that was proving to have been a bad idea.

"Okay. Just give me one second, I'll be right back."

She ran out of the living room and into her guest room to change. She slipped on a red silk dress and fastened a Christmas bow to her hair. She looked herself over in the mirror and whispered, "here goes nothing" to herself.

When she walked back into the living room everyone went silent. After a beat, Gemma and Anne started fake catcalling her, which dissipated her anxiety a bit and caused her to laugh.

"Thank you, thank you," she spoke into the mic at them. "I chose my song very carefully this year and I really hope you like it." She made eye contact with Harry as she said the last bit.

"Everybody's happy, snow is falling down." She looked at each guest as she sang. "Prayers are bein' answered, miracles all around."

She started to loosen up and made eye contact with Harry again as she sang, "From afar, I've loved you, but never let it show and every year another December comes and goes."

She was pretty sure he had already caught on as his eyes went wide.

"Always watchin', never reachin', but this Christmas, I'm gonna risk it all. This Christmas, I'm not afraid to fall."

She really let herself get lost in the words. She threw her head back and let her hips sway.

"So I'm at your door with nothing more than words I've never said. In all this white, you'll see me like you've never seen me yet. Wrapped in red." She motioned to her dress on the last line, eliciting laughs from the crowd.

"Blue is where I've been. Green can't buy me you. Silver bells remind me that mistletoe's for two." She saw that Harry had relaxed some so she started walking around the room this verse. "So I found a color that only tells the truth. That paints a picture of how I feel for you."

Now she was stood right in front of him, singing to him alone.

"This Christmas, I'm gonna risk it all. This Christmas, I'm not afraid to fall. So I'm at your door with nothing more than words I've never said. In all this white you'll see me like you've never seen me yet, wrapped in red."

She opened her eyes not realising she had closed them and saw he had the biggest smile on his face. So, she finished with a burst of confidence.

"I'll never feel you, if I don't tell you." He reached out and grabbed her hand.

The music slowed to a stop and the room burst out into cheers.

"Thank you guys." She sat down as if nothing had happened.

"Was that what I think it was?" Harry said from next to her.

"That depends, what do you think it was?"

The others, who sensed that the conversation they were about to have was a private one, scurried off into the kitchen.

"You love me?" He said.

"Yes. I'm sorry if this is totally the wrong way to go about it, public and cheesy, but I thought I could brush it off easier this way."

"How long have you known?"

"Since you started dating Camille." She bit her lip. "I just always thought it would go away. I didn't want to lose you or Gemma but when you were with Olivia," she could barely say her name, "I realised I'd never be able to. So, when you two broke up, I started planning how to tell you."

"I wish you had done it differently."

"You're right this was a terrible idea." She started to get up to run away, feeling embarrassed.

"No, that's not what I mean." He grabbed her hand and pulled her back down onto the couch. "I wish you'd said something sooner because then I could've done this." He leaned in and kissed her briefly then pulled back and said, "sooner."

"Oh." It was all she could say.

"I've been in love with you since Gem introduced us practically, but I thought I didn't have a chance."

"Really? You thought you didn't have a chance? Have you seen yourself?"

He laughed at that and nodded.

"I have." He scanned over her body and said, "But have you seen yourself? 'Sides, you never made a move so."

"Agree that we're both stupid and move on?" She giggled.

"Just come here." He pulled her into another kiss. This one much longer and deeper.

"Merry Christmas Harry," she said when they parted.

"And to think all I got you was a t-shirt," he said.

She busted out laughing.

"It's okay. It's already the best Christmas ever."

And it really was.

#harry styles #harry’s house #harry styles fic #harry x reader #one direction #famous harry #harry styles fluff #dont worry darling #harry pls #Harry Christmas #christmas #harry styles best friend

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biggest-simp-eversposts · 6 months

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Made of Ivory and Gold

Lucio x Reader

2k words

Part 1 -> Part 2 -> Part 3

Summary: It’s the night of the ball, anything could happen

AN: hope y’all know this has been out in AO3 since October 4th😂 I just didn’t want to do all the formatting on here bc I’m lazy.. anyway enjoy this chapter and leave a note!! Love y’all <3

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It was now the day of the ball. The castle was absolutely bustling with excitement, everyone was ready to welcome in the new year. Servants were hanging decorations, gold stars, white crescent moons, blue and purple fabric draped along the walls. You walked down the hall of the palace as everyone moved around you. The last few days had been nice, getting to spend time doing nothing. Lucio seemed to be in his element, ready to party again after so long. He loved the attention people gave him. After him and you helped save Vesuvia people really came around to the idea of, well, Lucio. He was never very popular with the people of Vesuvia before for obvious reasons. But now, people are starting to see that he has changed, seeing him the way you see him . He really is a good man when he tries.

You walk back into you and Lucio’s room, quietly closing the door behind you. Lucio was still asleep, even though it was already noon. You walk over to the bed where Lucio is fast asleep, hair messy and limbs thrown about. One of the dogs lays next to him, the other on the floor. Kneeling beside the bed you look at him, really just take him in. He truly is beautiful in your eyes. You move a stray piece of hair from over his face. Lucio stirs, slowly peaking an eye open.

“Good morning my love,” you coo gently to your sleepy lover. He lets out a sleepy hum in response. You walk over to the vanity, sitting down and looking at yourself in the mirror. Behind you Lucio finally gets out of bed, stretching his arms above his head as he walks over to you. In the mirror you see him, he leans over you, arms around your shoulders. He leaves a light kiss on the side of your head.

“Where did you slink off this morning?” Lucio askes, right in your ear.

“I wanted to see the decorations,” You say, making eye contact with him in the mirror. He hums.

“Finally getting into the swing of things, ay?” He releases you and walks into the personal bathroom your room had. You stay seated, still looking at yourself in the mirror, really looking . You see all the things wrong with yourself in the mirror, you wonder if Lucio can see them when he looks at you.

“Yes, I think it's going to be a great party,” You respond, trying to put some emotion in your voice.

“That's my girl,” he calls from the bathroom, you can hear the sink running.

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It was now about eight in the evening, the ball was just starting. You sat at the vanity again, now you really felt like you looked lovely. The makeup you put on just brought together the whole look, your eyeshadow made your eyes pop and your lipstick was the perfect shade. Your mood has really changed since this morning. Standing up you walk over to the dresser to start putting on your jewelry. You call out for Lucio.

“Lucio, love, are you almost ready,” Lucio had taken over the bathroom to get ready, as he always does. You heard the door click while clipping your earrings in.

“Do you not know what ‘fashionably late’ is dove?” Lucio says as he steps from the bathroom. He looked absolutely dashing, impossibly handsome. He had that signature smug smile on his face as he saw your reaction.

“Here, let me help you,” He took your necklace from the dresser. Carefully, he laid the necklace along your collarbone, brushing away any hair that might be in the way before clasping the necklace. His strong arms slowly trace down your shoulders to your hips. Leaning close to you he whispered in your ear, “You are the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life darling.” He pulls away, but not before leaving a soft kiss on your neck. You felt weak in the knees like when you first fell for him.

“Oh, Lucio…” you scold gently “we are late, let's get going,” He slips in front of you and looks you up and down.

“Fashionably late, remember,” He teases with a smirk and a wink. You roll your eyes as he hooks your arms together at the elbow. “And we're off!” he drags you out the door as you laugh. He is the best thing that's ever happened to me , you think.

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The ball was in full swing, guests as far as the eye could see, music could be heard from everywhere, everyone and everything was decorated to the nines. Beautiful fabrics of purple, blue, gold and silver, streams of purple and yellow light from god knows where, vases of white roses and blue hydrangeas lined the halls, stars hung from the ceiling. Everyone was laughing and dancing. As you and Lucio came down the stairs of the ballroom though, it all seemed to fade, the beautiful shininess of it all. You suddenly felt every single person's eyes on you, criticizing you. You glance at Lucio, he has a glowing smile on his face, he loves it. The attention is everything to him. He is always the center of it. For the sake of your lover, you decide to ignore the terrible nagging anxiousness inside you and put on a bright smile. You reach the bottom of the staircase.

“Y/N, oh, I knew that dress would look just splendid on you,” You turn your head to see Nadia gliding across the floor towards you. You detach yourself from Lucio to meet Nadia in the middle, giving her a warm hug.

“Thank you Nadia, you really do have an eye for style, the dress is beautiful” You smile at her

Lucio walks up behind, resting his hand on your lower back, “But it could use some more gold Noddy, to match mine.”

Nadia rolls her eyes at his antics,“Not everything needs gold Lucio,” Lucio lets out a huff and mumbles something like ‘well maybe you're wrong’.

“Lucio, why don’t you go grab Y/N a drink, I want to talk to her,” Lucio leaves, but not before giving you a kiss on the cheek. You walk across the room with Nadia, “So, how has the adventuring been?” She asks with a smile. You light up.

“It's everything we could have wanted, of course it’s quite hard but it’s what we want to do,” You say cheerfully.

“And your stay at the palace so far?” She raises an eyebrow in question. You take a moment to respond, looking for Lucio across the room. You spot him.

“Good, it’s nice not having to worry about anything for a few days,” You say, still looking at Lucio. He is surrounded by people, beautiful men and women for that matter. He is positively glowing, it’s the attention. You can tell even from a distance that he is having the time of his life telling them all a story, probably about some sort of daring escape. Your brows furrow.

Why do you keep having these thoughts ?

You had never been a jealous person, was this even jealous? No, it wasn’t. You simply didn’t find yourself good enough for Lucio. You hadn’t felt this way for the past 6 months, but all of a sudden, coming home… You and Lucio hadn’t been around people like this for months. But seeing Lucio like this, you realize something. Lucio should be with someone else. Simple as that. He is an extroverted party animal that loves attention and beautiful people. What are you? A magician who barely knew who they were 6 months ago. What did Lucio even see in you?

“Y/N, are you okay?” Nadia's voice cuts through your thoughts. You stutter a bit before finding your words.

“I’m fine Nadia,” You look at her, she can tell your eyes are a bit glossy.

“Are you sure?” she puts a hand on your shoulder, rubbing her thumb up and down. She looks over to where you had been looking, you can see it register in her brain, Nadia is smart.

“Oh dear, Y/N, this is what you're upset about?” she looks back at you.

“I’m not upset,” you can’t keep a straight face.

“Y/N, this is just how he is, trust me I was married to the bastard-” you interrupt her.

“Don’t call him that,” there is no anger in your voice.

“He loves you Y/N, I see it everytime he looks at you, but he also loves attention,” You could feel tears welling in your eyes.

“Excuse me,” you say before rushing off in the opposite direction of Lucio. You hear Nadia call out for you but you don’t look back. You somehow stumble into one of the restrooms open to the public. The tears roll down your cheeks. Why am I like this , you thought. Some other girl walks in, they laugh, are they laughing at you? All you know is you have to get out of here. You swiftly make your way back to you and Lucio’s room. You were sobbing, your head hurt, your heart hurt. You couldn’t figure out why your brain did this to you. This was the last straw, you had to leave, you couldn’t think of any other option.

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You had changed your clothes and packed some of your things in a bag, it had only taken 20 minutes. The question now was do you leave a note or not. You thought a note would be the best option, so Lucio would know you are doing this because you love him.

Then, you hear the door open.

“ Darling , what are you doing, I've been looking for you,” Lucio laughs as he calls out to you . Your back is to him, and you don’t dare turn around. Lucio’s brow furrows, he hasn’t a clue what was going on. He strides across the room, hand reaching out for you, but before his hand can touch your shoulder you move. You turn around, eyes still looking at the ground.

“I’m leaving, Lucio,” Your voice is more of a whisper.

“What,” He still isn’t understanding the situation.

“Lucio, I-” he cuts you off.

“You can’t leave, what are you talking about,” His voice is getting louder, his anger starting to show. You can feel your eyes getting wet.

“Lucio, just, agh,” you let out a frustrated huff, moving around him to your bag.

“What, what is going on, is it something I did, just talk to me,” Lucio is panicking, he’s racking his brain trying to figure out what he did.

“It’s not you, Lucio, god, it’s me,” You finally look him in the eyes.

“What,” His mouth is open in shock. His hand grabs your arm.

“I’m not good enough for you Lucio, you, agh you deserve better,” You shout, you didn’t understand why he was so confused. “You don’t have to be with me just because we saved the world together,” Your voice has shrunk to more of a whisper. “You don’t have to be with me just because I was the first person you talked to after three years,” The tear finally rolled down your cheeks. Lucio looked at you, crease between his brows.

“ You love the attention more than you love me," You rasp out. You could see the shock on his face, but you knew what you said was true. You grab your bag and flee, slamming the door behind you. You run down the hall, you can hear Lucio calling out for you. His heavy footsteps follow behind you. Turning the corner the next hall is full of guests, but you weave through the crowd with precision, leaving Lucio as far behind you as possible. He is still calling out your name as you make your way down the stairs and out to the garden. As you reach the bottom you hear Lucios hurried footsteps. You make it to the entrance of the maze before you stop, turning to look back.

“Darling, please, don’t leave,” Lucio pleaded, he was still far from you.

“I’m doing this for you,” You whisper softly, you don’t even know if he could hear it. You took off into the maze. Lucio stood, not chasing after you, his mind racing still not understanding what had just happened.

You left him, just like everyone else did before

#the arcana #the arcana lucio #count lucio #lucio the arcana #lucio morgasson #lucio x apprentice #lucio x reader #lucio x mc

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shiftingparadise · 2 years

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Heyy can i request chubby!levi x reader Where Levi is insecure about what reader thinks about his weight but on the contrary she finds him super cute and squishy with his cute belly🥺💕

I really hope you like what I've done with it 🥺 I just think he would be so heartbroken and insecure that you wouldn't like him when he thinks you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen 🥺🤍

Enjoy reading 🤍✨

Word count: 1486

‘Come on, let’s take a shower��, your hand searched for Levi’s, ‘Think my shower’s just big enough for the two of us’.

You’d been going on dates with the dark-haired man for a couple of months. From the first moment you laid eyes on him, you knew he was the one for you. The way your stomach dropped, your heart racing... But he didn’t show any interest in being ‘intimate’ with you. Sure, you’ve kissed, cuddled, … He’d stayed the night a couple of times, but whenever you tried to take things further, he would say he was tired or that he wanted to wait.

‘It’s late, think I’ll be heading home’. ‘Home?’, you pouted, ‘I had such a good time tonight… Please stay, don’t want the night to end’.

Levi looked at the glass of wine that was patiently waiting on the wooden table. He knew what you wanted, and if he was honest, he wanted it just as bad.

‘Okay I’ll stay’, he replied coldly before taking a sip, ‘But I think I’ll just shower in the morning’. ‘O-oh okay’, you lowered your eyes, ‘That’s fine, I’ll join you’. ‘I’ll probably be up early… If you stay in bed, I can make you some breakfast-‘.

‘Just say it’, you interrupted him, his crescent-shaped eyes locked on yours, ‘Just say it, Levi’.

‘What?’.

‘Say that you’re not attracted to me. It’s obvious’, you stood up from the table, ‘I’ve been practically throwing myself at you’.

‘N-no, that’s not-‘, he widened his eyes when he saw a tear fall onto the ground.

This wasn’t what he wanted. This was the last thing he wanted. He had never seen anyone as beautiful as you. No one could match the way your curious eyes looked at him. So full of light, life... The exact opposite of his.

‘I-it’s fine’, you sighed, drawing circles on your forehead, ‘I’m going to bed, you can see yourself out’.

‘Stop’, his hand grabbed yours, ‘You’re wrong’. ‘Wrong?’, you pulled your hand away, ‘I don’t want to force you into anything, and it’s fine if you want time, but we’ve been seeing each other for months now. I mean… We’re adults, right? I thought that by now we would’ve at least been sort of intimate’.

You tried to lock your eyes with his, but he kept his gaze on the ground.

‘I’m sorry’, you turned back around at the lack of response, ‘You can stay if you want, don’t have to walk home. I’ll be in my room’.

Levi sighed as he watched you walk away. He hated this. He hated that you thought he wasn’t attracted to you. You couldn’t be farther from the truth. His mind was filled with thoughts of how your soft skin must feel against his, or the way your hair would look so good wrapped around his hand, the way tiny drops of sweat would show themselves between your breasts… He thought about those moments a hundred, no, a million times by now.

‘Levi?’, your sweet voice drew his attention away from the ceiling. He didn’t know how long he’d been laying on your couch, maybe an hour or so… but it felt like forever.

‘Hm?’, he sat up straight, his arms resting on his knees.

He frowned when you didn’t respond. A gentle touch brushed through the back of his hair.

‘Y/N?’, he turned his head, only to see you standing behind him in, what must be, one of your most beautiful lingerie.

His eyes went round, his jaw clenching, a loud swallow … His heart was racing, his member already pushing against the fabric of his underwear.

‘Y-you can sleep with me?’, an insecure smile on your face, ‘It seems like you wouldn’t mind spending some more time with me’.

Your hands were clenching at the edge of the table you were leaning against. You were nervous, so nervous, but you had to do this. You had to know if he was attracted to you or not. After all, he was the most handsome man you ever laid eyes on. If those feelings weren’t returned, if he didn’t feel the same way…

‘You’re beautiful’, he cleared his throat, ‘No one would mind spending time with you’.

Levi slowly got up, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. He waited for you to walk to your room, to guide him through the door.

‘Y-you’re going to sleep in your clothes?’, you frowned when you laid down next to him. ‘Oh, forgot to take off my pants’, a nervous chuckle. ‘A-and your shirt?’, you turned on your side, hands neatly placed underneath your cheek. ‘I get cold easily, prefer to keep it on’.

A lie he knew you would see right through.

‘I can do something about that’, you carefully shuffled closer, your leg wrapped around his, ‘I-if you want me to, of course’.

He couldn’t reject you, it would break your heart if he did. So, what could he do to prevent you from asking him to take off his shirt?

‘Such as?’, he let his hand wander over your back. Maybe if he took charge, if he pretended that he didn’t want to wait any longer… A perfect excuse to keep on his shirt, but that also meant that he couldn’t savor every single second. He wanted to explore your body so that he knew it as well as his own.

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks, your heart going faster with every moment that passed.

‘Hey, I asked you a question’, he softly chuckled while turning on his side, his nose now brushing against yours.

You lacked an answer, so you let your hands do the talking. They explored every part of his face, as if you were blind and trying to imagine what he looked like. Your lips hovering over his, a small peck once you brushed through his hair before moving onto his arm, his hands…

‘Stop’, he grabbed your wrist once he felt you tucking on his shirt. ‘T-thought you wanted me to-‘, ‘I-I do’, he nervously tried to take control again by placing kisses on your wrist, his other hand resting on your waist. ‘Just tell me’, you lowered your eyes, ‘I deserve to know’.

‘There’s nothing to tell’, he faked a smile, ‘I care for you, more than I care about anyone’.

‘Are you insecure?’.

Aha, he was. You could see it in the way his crescent-shaped eyes instantly avoided yours.

‘Because I don’t care, I really don’t care. I want you, all of you’.

‘No, you don’t’, he replied coldly, ‘You’re perfect. I don’t deserve someone like you’. ‘Where’s this coming from?’, you playfully touched his nose, ‘You always seem so confident’. ‘Tsk’, he pinched your waist when he saw your smile, ‘Stop laughing’. ‘It’s fine, take your time. I don’t need to rush things. I just thought you were going to ghost me’.

At this point, he started to feel frustrated. His days in the army were long gone, it was only normal that his body wasn’t the same anymore.

‘Can I know?’, you softly asked, ‘It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me’.

How could you be this perfect? You were so patient, so kind… Another girl would’ve laughed at him, or at least let out an annoyed sigh.

‘I’m fat’.

‘W-what?’, you tried to keep yourself from laughing, ‘Fat? Where?’. ‘Tsk, don’t pretend you don’t like a six-pack’.

That’s it. You couldn’t keep it in any longer. You never expected anything like this. It’s not like you wanted to make fun of him, or to make his insecurities seem small and irrelevant. You cared about him, and you hated that he was so insecure, but it just didn’t fit his personality.

‘Come here, crazy’, you playfully swung your arms around his neck, your head buried in the space between his head and shoulders, ‘You’re not fat, and even if you were, I don’t care. I would be concerned for your health, obviously, but I’d still feel the same’.

Levi couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe how smitten he was with you and to know you felt the same…

‘Want to know a secret?’, you pulled away, your eyes sparkling with joy, ‘I like it when a guy has a cute belly. What do people call it? A dadbod or something like that?’.

‘Dadbod?’, Levi’s brows drew together, ‘You like a dadbod?’.

Both of you were smiling, eyes locked. All the tension had vanished, as if a weight had fallen off both your shoulders.

‘Hm’, you swiftly kissed him, ‘Think it’s cute’. ‘Cute?’, a sigh in response. ‘Yes, cute’, you giggled. ‘Whatever’, Levi brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, ‘Want to take a shower now?’. ‘Really?’, your smile widened, ‘You don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable-‘. ‘Don’t try to back down now’, Levi smirked, ‘I’ve waited long enough’.

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hektor-apologist · 1 year

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okok so i finally got home and can properly write down my thoughts on the tristamp season finale

gonna put it under a cut bc i KNOW there will be spoilers for both tristamp season finale AND trigun in general bc THOUGHTS (TM) u know?

i've been thinking about it for a while but tristamp really felt like a prequel to the actual trigun storyline (which was made obvious by the fact that july was still standing lmao) BUT this means that the next time we see knives it'll be after he's been in a pod for a while to recover from the angel arm which MEANS long hair knives (potentially. please. please i will go feral. PLEASE)

also on the line of that - it was 20 years between july's destruction and when knives finally shows up again, but the timeskip here is only 2 years so that either means tristamp knives has a super good healing pod thingy or he's just built different lmao

obligatory OH MY GOD THE ANGEL ARM IN TRISTAMP OINIGSRNEKGIN I LITERALLY STARTED SCREAMING WHEN IT SHOWED UP I WAS LIKE AAAAAAAAA

THE FIGHT SCENE TOO LIKE BRO THE ANIMATION BLEW ME AWAY IT WAS SO GOOD EVERYTHIGN YOU COULD WANT OUT OF A FIGHT SCENE THE BITING THE GUN THE AOGINFJLRENAGTRSHIGNRAIGOKL

ANOTHER THING: THE DESIGNS. the entire design of the angel arm was so cool it looked so good i love how the power core in the middle WAS the cube holy shit literally made me gasp and then start coughing ontrjgsnhyjs. and then VASH!!!! his og hairstyle!!! even if just for a second!!! it looked so good omg i really hope after the timeskip when he gets the haircut it'll go back to that style (plsplspls)

ALSO!!! VASH IN BLACK!!!!! i know nightow has really enjoyed doing the palette switches esp for vash (and esp with the hair color lol). but with the coat itself becoming black it was like red was his tie to humanity and during the fight he just let go of it and accepted the plant part of himself (seen through the colors and the wing (omg the wing)) BUT he still never let go of his love of humanity the whole time (screaming sobbing pounding on my desk)

another thing that really interested me was the whole like innate power thing itself bc in the manga it is said that vash has a LOT more than knives (no inferiority complex food there for knives absolutely not) but it was REALLY interesting how the angel arm was tied (?) to the higher plane cube rather than knives and vash themselves

i'm sure plenty of other people have said enough abotu the whole "knvies went to the higher plane for the plants' souls even tho it's been shown/we know the plants have souls in THIS plane" thing so i'm just gonna brush by that...

WOLFWOOD. how did he get to the literal outskirts of july in such a short amount of time. and how did he get back to the TOP of a building in the middle of july in an even shorter amount of time brqrwmaflglng. did he ask zazie for a ride?? can he teleport in tristamp for some unknown reason??? idk man

(TIMESKIP TIME WAHOOOO)

WE'RE DEFINITELY GETTING MILLY I'M SO EXCITED I LOVE HER OMG LITERALLY GOING TO CRY I FORCED MY FRIEND TO WATCH THE FIRST EPISODE OF '98 TRIGUN AFTER WE FINISHED THE FINALE JUST SO THEY COULD SEE MILLY HNIHGSNKJB

ERIKS!!! ERIKS!!! OH YM GOD I LITERALLY LIKE YELLED WHEN HE CAME ON SCREEN I WAS LIKE "AAAAAAAA MY BOY" I'VE WANTED TO SEE HIM SO MUCH ESP WITH THE STUDIO ORANGE DESIGNS BEING SO GOOD I JUST AAAAAA

#had to get my thoughts out somewhere so i can actually focus on doing my homework lmao #unfortunately lab reports won't write themselves if you're mentally screaming about trigun :(#trigun #trigun stampede #trigun stampede spoilers

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Trust the procress [camilo x f!reader]

Summary: camilo courting his crush

Warning: simping camilo. and out of character. Long story

Note: I'm using he/him pronounce (for camilo), so you guys won't be as confused as i am. And she/her for the reader.

There she is again, walking around, making deliveries.

The boy can't help but sigh so lovingly, the way her hair bounces when she walks, her dress moving along with her. It's obvious that he's head-over-heels on this girl

"Don't just stare, make a move." Dolores nudges her brother, nodding her head to the direction of the [eye.color]-eyed girl.

"Are you crazy? No!"

"Why not?"

"'Cause I've tried before, and i looked like an idiot."

"Like that ever stopped you before."

"This one is different, okay? I don't want her to think of me as a joke..."

Camilo played with a few strands of his curls infront of his face, with a hint of saddened look. By that action, she knows that her brother is serious about this one.

She must be a special one

"You know... I've read so many romantic novels, i might know a few tricks for you to use."

"Hey, just ask the poor boy." Her friend looked back at the boy, seeing him talk to his sister.

"You know, I can't do that."

"He's trying his best to ask you, why wont you just go for him, he likes you, you like him. Just go out already." Her friend is practically shaking [name].

"If I do that, it will be easy for him, i want him to have courage." Delivering breads to an old lady, saying 'your welcome' once she thanked her.

"you know, face his fears and know that it will be worth it at the end. But If, he did ask me directly right now, i might say no-" the girl continued but got cut off.

"What? Why? I thought you like him-"

"I do, i really do. But i still don't know him very well, just being friends at first. You can't date someone you don't know."

Week one.

"Just greet her," Dolores as well as Mirabel push the boy infront of them, while hiding at the side of a house.

The whole Familia Madrigal - well, all of the kids in the Madrigal are willing to help Camilo.

He technically beg not to tell to their parents about their plan, he knows that they will do something weird about the situation.

"You need to become friends with her first, get to know each other." Knowing well that - this was the girl wanted first.

"I was expecting flowers or a pick up line-"

"You can't even saying 'hello' and you're expecting us to make you say a pickup line?"

He groaned, making his way to the girl, whose currently sitting on a bench, reading a book. As camilo walked, he took in her appearance, being mesmerize to her again.

From the new hair clip he never seen before to her small tapping on the floor.

Yea, I can't do this.

Turning around, speed walking pass his sister and cousin, with a red face. "I actually like not being noticed-"

Grabbing him by the back of his collar, Mirabel turn (dragged) his body facing the girl once more.

"You can do you this. Repeat after me, 'I am Camilo Madrigal!' "

"I am Camilo Madrigal!"

" 'and I will befriend this girl!' "

"And I will befriend this girl!"

"Great! Now, go!" Pushing him once again.

Just befriend her. being friends, that's not hard, I do it all the time.

Walking towards her once again, trying his best to calm his racing heart. He was almost infront of her, but when she brush her hair out of her face, fixing the clip so the hair won't fall off again. He lost it.

He took a few steps back, ready to go home, but he hesitated. Realizing that he will never had this chance again.

"H..hola."

NO, I MESSED UP, MY VOLUME'S TOO LOW. SHE CAN TELL I'M NERVOUS, I'M PROBABLY LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT NOW

"Hola Camilo! What brings you here?" [Name] looked up from her book, and smiled at him.

He was in cloud nine.

"Oh, uh..." okay, he was not prepared for that question.

Looking behind him, he sees the two peeking at the side of a house, they both gave him a thumbs up, and an encouraging smile.

"...I was just gonna ask you what you're reading, it looks interesting."

Dolores and Mirabel high-fived when they saw Camilo sat next to his crush, finally engaging in a conversation.

That was a good start.

Week two.

For the past seven days, the two always talked. Slowly making camilo less nervous being around her. They would go around the village, helping each other, and after the curly haired boy is done with his chores, he will hang out with her.

Of course, Pepa noticed. With a loving mother like Pepa, she always make sure that her children were doing okay, even though she have trouble controlling her emotions.

When she was done watering the field she went to find her kids, just wanting to make sure that they're doing alright and not having trouble with their chores.

Her heart melt when she saw her boy talking to a girl, with a wide smile on his face. The smile is different than the smile he always wear, this one is full of adortion and sweetness.

"Ahh, i see that hijo already found someone for him, hm?" Felix comes up to her, hugging her waist, making pepa to lean in to her husband. "I can see myself on him whenever I'm with you when we were still dating."

"They look so perfect for each other."

"So camilo, when are you gonna introduce your girlfriend to la familia?" Felix asked, having a little teasing expression, during dinner. But what happened next is unexpected.

Camilo chocked on his food, shifting into [name] then back to himself, coughing.

Dolores hand him a cup of water, while his father rubbed his back. "Woah, woah, slow down hijo, water."

Pepa wasn't happy though, dark cloud starting to form, glaring at her husband, "mi amor, you know i wouldn't do that to our child, i didn't mean to." He whispered comfortably, caressing her hand. Soon the dark cloud soon fade.

"Nieto, Are you alright?" Alma grabbed a few napkins, passing it to julieta, then to pepa, and so on until it gets to camilo.

"I'm fine, abuela."

"I didn't mean to startled you-"

"Its okay papa, I'm fine." He cleared his throat, "she's just... an amiga. we're not dating,"

"Yet." Isabella added, smiling 'innocently' at her primo, when she received a playful glare.

"We are not dating."

Mirabel cough, "lies." Then coughed once again.

"So flirting is normal, with a friend?" Dolores looked at her brother, teasing him.

"Guuuys!"

"Alright, we'll stop now. We just want to get back to you for teasing us so much."

"Now that — that was done," pepa paused and looked at her son, "she's a lovely girl, if you two did get together, she will be welcome to the family."

"Garcias, Mama"

Week three.

" okay, we need to go to phase two." Mirabel pulled Isabella and camilo to an alley, explaining the plan. "Since camilo and [name] are now closer, we need to go to phase two, which is getting them together."

"We have phase two?"

"Camilo, did [name] ever mention her favorite flower?"

"Uh, it was [fav.flower]"

"Alright, Isa' you know what to do!"

Isabella made a bouquet of [fav.flowers], and gave it to her younger sister. "Now, gave this to [name], and say that there is no more room in the house. Go go!"

"Don't you think it's too sudden?"

"What's too sudden about giving flowers to a girl, everyone does that."

"Alright, alright, stop pushing me"

Camilo walked through the village, the two sisters close behind. As the curly-haired boy walk, he realizes that if he got rejected, their friendship will also go down.

He's already happy with being friends with her, but if she avoided him because of his stupid feelings, he can't take that. He stopped just by the corner of a house, "but what if she rejects me?" Knowing well that the two is listening to him.

"She won't,"

"How would you know that?"

"We just know that she won't" Isabella comes up to her cousin hugging him sideways, “but if you really don’t want to, we won’t push you.”

“psst! Isa’!“ Mirabel tugged her sister’s dress, which got her attention. “Dolores told me we need to push camilo to [Name], she likes him too, she’s just waiting for him to make a move” she whispered, the older madrigal’s eyes widen, and about to tell camilo but was pulled back. “he can’t know, he has to know it from her.”

“actually camilo, give it a shot, it will be worth it.”

“yea! you can do it primo!“

“this is silly, I might as well finish my chores.“ camilo turn to the corner, bumping into a person he’s been looking for the past few minutes. the flowers scattered everywhere.

uggh, i messed up again, “are you alright? did you get hurt? i’m so sorry”

“no, no, i’m okay,“ the [hair.color] looked around confused, “what’s with the flowers?“

camilo turn red but played it of, “I was um,” he paused. “i was gonna gave it to you, since there are no more room in the house,” crouching down, he picked up the now worn up flowers one by one with a disapointing expression, [name] soon join him, picking up the flowers “you’ve mention that it was your favorite flower, but I guess it didn’t thorn up well.” They both shared a laugh.

"Its not even funny-" the older madrigal sister nudged mirabel, for interrupting the moment.

The curly haired boy found a fresh [fav.flower], it was not worn out nor torn up. He guessed that either Isabella dropped it, or the flower just got lucky.

He turned to the girl, who seem distracted by the flowers, she also played some of it before collecting more once again.

Breathing in and out, calm his racing heart, he reached over to the girl, and put the flower to her ear, "it suits you."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, I DID IT

Crimson dusted her cheeks, "thank you." Smiling sweetly at the boy, clear not expecting him to make a move.

Her smile, her beautiful smile. She really is worth it, no matter how hard it will be, she is worth it.

Week four.

The two's relationship improved from being close friends, to being awkward crushes.

They would flirt but not openly when they were with the others, sometimes it will be just pickup lines, and sometimes it will be harmless pranks.

Most pickup lines are either cheesy or smooth,

"No wonder why the sky is gray. because all the color is in your eyes"

"Do you also have a gift? It’s the strangest thing, but every time I look at you, everyone else disappears."

"Your hand looks heavy — can I hold it for you?"

"Do you know what my ruana is made of? Boyfriend material."

"I just had to tell you, your beauty made me truly appreciate being able to see."

Harmless prank can be done by the boy covering her eyes and saying who was the person behind it, or tapping the shoulders and then going to the other side, and sometimes making the other look away and when they looked back they got poked at the cheek.

Their feelings for each other grows stronger by the second they were together. Yet, not once did one of them confessed.

Camilo always found a way to stare at her, memorizing her features, his heart skipping a beat just the sight of her. He would sometimes saw her blush, which makes him more determined to ask her out.

Her smile, Her laugh, her eyes that shine when she saw or talks about something she likes, and that was only the outside, she was kind-hearted, generous, and courageous. Everything about her is perfect in his eyes.

Their family, both the Madrigals and [last name]s are both happy about the two's relationship.

camilo is known to make people smile, now he has someone to do the same for him. [Name] is not very known to the village, due to her liking inside their household, she will only be seen when she make bread deliveries that her father made, and when she reads a book on a bench on the town-square. Seeing her being more outgoing, makes her family happy about it.

Week five.

"Are you ready primo? Today's the day!"

"Calm your nerves, it will turn out great."

Today is the day, camilo will ask her out. He's practicing his lines, over and over again. He would shift as [name] and ask the mirror, but he really can't ask his reflection of her directly.

The boy can't help but became bashful when he saw her in the mirror staring back at him, his heart can’t take how adorable she looked.Sometimes he would stop between words and stared at it, mesmarize by her once again.

She's so pretty...

"Camilo!"

Snapping out of his daydream, he saw his sister standing at the doorway of his room, smirking. "You're such a simp."

"You're a simp!"

The older madrigal laughed, "come on, Antonio's waiting."

Camilo asked his little brother for help, when he learn that [name] was fascinated about Maine Coons, since they are big cats and rare, he want to give it to her as a gift if he became successful on asking her out.

"Tell her to take a good care of him," the youngest madrigal handed his brother a baby Maine Coons, its big eyes make him smile with delight, the animal is cute, he can now tell why she likes it so much.

"I will, don't worry, he's safe with [name]."

"Camilo, where are you taking me?" Being blindfolded was making her trust issues rise, but knowing she's with the curly-haired boy, it make her nerves ease.

His hand gently, holding hers leading her to an unknown destination, his voice tell her where to step, and making sure she was safe is making her stomach do flips.

"We're almost there, just hang on."

All she heard was the leaves crunch underneath her as she walk, the cold breeze passing her skin.

"Aaand, there. You can take off the blindfold now."

The sight was breathtaking, blankets in spread on the floor of the mountain, having a perfect view of the village and the sun almost setting. There's a basket at the side of it, and she can smell delicious snack inside. As she looked around even more, she saw a few [fav.flower] planted near them.

She turned around, wanting to say the view is beautiful, but she saw him holding a few [fav.flower], a shy smile planted on his face. Her heart raced, already know what will happen next.

"[Name], I um... I wanted to tell you that I've like you for a very long time now, i think its started when you helped me get home when i got a huge wound on my knee when we were 5, your kindness to me make me have a little crush on you..." he paused, looking anywhere but her. "I didn't expect it to grow stronger everytime I saw you."

The girl kept quiet as he continued, "For these past few weeks, I've been trying to asked you out and I thought this was the right time to do it, so..."

For the first time since they got on the top, he looked at her, "will you.. go out with me?"

"I'm sorry, i realized you're just a friend to me." just kidding, she didn't say that.

She tackled him, hugging him, "took you long enough," she mumbled on his neck. "Of course, i would go out with you!"

Camilo was on the moon, at first he was at a state of shock due almost rolling off the mountain, and [name] accepting his proposal.

She said yes... SHE SAID YES!

He spun her around, cheering happily, but stopped when they almost fall off the mountain.

The two continued their date, being more awkward than before since they're now dating. The boy confessed about their plan for the past few weeks, while the girl confessed about her knowing his little crush on her. They both laughed it off.

"Oh, i almost forgot. stay here, I'll be right back." Camilo got up from his seat and jogged at certain direction before disappearing behind the trees. Soon after a few minutes he was back, holding something behind him.

"Where did you go?"

"Well, you've told me that you haven't seen a Maine Coons before and-"

She cutted him off, eyes widen in shocked "No way? Are you serious?"

The [hair.color]'s question were answered when camilo revealed the little fella behind him. A baby Maine Coons purring softly, his big blue eyes stared at [name] with curiosity before meowing at her.

The boy gently handed the cat to his girlfriend, who seems to be holding back a squeal to not scare the little creature.

"He's yours."

She melts, holding a hand to her mouth, "really?"

"Really." Camilo couldn't help but appreciate his clear eye sight for making him witness such an adorable view.

"Thank you, he's so cute."

"I'm cuter though," resting his chin on her shoulder, pouting.

"Yea, you are."

"Good thing that everything went purr-fect!"

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