#please send help im going my brain is too small for this

[finelinevogue]

lost n found

summary - you are lost in italy the night before your wedding

pairing: fiancé!harry x reader

word count: ~2k

You were definitely lost.

Drunk and lost.

To: harry - im so sor:(y

From: harry - Baby, you’re fine❤️ Drop me your location and I’ll come find you. Please don’t move xx

To: harry - okaY.i love you xox

So currently you were sat on a stone wall, somewhere on a random side street in a small Italian village, waiting for your boyfriend to come and pick you up.

Harry had gone out with a few of his closest guy friends for drinks, for one last night as an unmarried man.

You and your girls had gone out for drinks too and you had mentioned to the boys that you would catch them up later.

At some point during the evening, though, you and the girls had all gone to the beach and you had gone to the toilet. It had been a trek to find one, only when you tried to find your way back you took so many drunken wrong turns that you couldn’t tell your legs from rights now.

Reading a map was useless, but sending Harry messages wasn’t.

You originally hadn’t wanted to send him any messages, not wanting to ruin his last night a “free” man but at some point you had become a little too lost to care.

Swinging your legs as you sat on the wall, you watched the birds fly overhead amongst the clear blue sky. You detailed all the cracks in the old buildings and counted twelve windows on one wall alone.

Your brain was fuzzy and your eyes kept on wanting to close from tiredness. You would be blaming a lot of your girl friends tomorrow for the continuous passing of shots your way.

Your phone rang in your hand.

“Yeah?” You answered, not even checking the caller ID.

“Baby? Love? Can y’hear me?” Harry asked.

“Yeah.”

“You’re not where y’said you’d be.” Harry sounded stressed.

“N-no I am. I sent you my location a-and I haven’t moved.”

You stood up and could feel yourself starting to panic. If Harry didn’t know where you were then there was no way of you knowing. Harry wasn’t ever a big enough drinker to get really drunk, unlike you.

You only ever got drunk when you felt you were in a safe environment, like tonight had been surrounded by all your closest girl friends. Or always with Harry.

Now that you didn’t have anyone and you were still drunk, you were getting anxiety of being alone and intoxicated.

Cue to shaky hands and tears.

“Are y’sure baby?”

“Y-yes. Fuck me. You’re not going to find me. Fuck. I don’t – shit – I.. I’m…”

“Hey, hey. Y/N, baby. Woah, slow down for me, okay? I am coming for you, okay? I just.. It was my mistake and I just need to relocate myself. You’re okay.”

Your phone was shaky in your hands and you started twisting your body around, as if expecting some random creepy guy to come around the corner and take advantage of you.

The twisting didn’t help your head, though, and was making you feel increasingly dizzy and sick.

“Y/N?” Harry asked urgently and you wondered whether you’d missed something he said.

“I-I’m scared.” You honestly said, backing yourself against a wall and trying to let the cool stone calm you down.

Your tears will no doubt have ruined your minimal makeup by now, not that that was a main priority of yours right now.

“Honey, you’re okay. I’ll be there soon, I promise.”

Harry sounded like he was running.

His voice sounded a little breathy and you could hear the fast movement of wind through the speakerphone.

“Y/N, love, turn on your data.” Harry said.

“I ran out.” You banged your head back against the wall, not even thinking about the pain that just caused.

You whimpered as you sank down onto the floor, knees tucked close to your chest and arm wrapped around your legs. Your phone was still to your ear, with Harry’s voice being the only sane thing in this moment.

“Okay, okay.” Harry muttered to himself rather than you. More running sounded from Harry’s end of the phone. “Baby, y’still there?”

“Mm.”

Your mind travelled to many worst case scenarios and due to how bad they were your panic only increased.

This was supposed to be your last nights as an unmarried couple and you couldn’t help but feel like you’d ruined that. He must’ve been having such a good night.

You’d seen a couple of photos on his private Instagram story and other people’s Instagram stories. Your fiancé looked divine. He just looked so perfect that it was difficult to believe that he had chosen you and you got to call him yours.

It did make you nearly cry that he was thinking of you, via Instagram, though.

“You feeling okay, baby?” Harry asked.

“Don’t know. I’m so sorry, Harry.”

“It’s okay. I’m not angry or upset. Just want to make sure you’re okay, my love.”

“Okay.”

“So you have to be brave for me, okay?”

“Yes, okay.”

You got stuck for a moment, trying to think of possible ways you could calm yourself down and distract yourself. Luckily, Harry was already one step ahead.

“Hey, baby?” He grabbed your attention.

“Yeah.”

“We’re getting married tomorrow.”

You couldn’t help but let the smile take over your face. You weren’t scared at all for tomorrow. You had no nervous jitters. All you felt was love in your heart for your husband to be.

“We are.”

“And you’re going to look so beautiful.”

“So are you.”

“I can’t wait to see you in your wedding dress. I bet it looks so pretty.”

You sniffled, building back your strength and overcoming your anxiety. A lot of your strength came from the love you hold for Harry.

You heard a noise from your left and looked to see a cat rustling through some litter.

Your heart deflated when you realised it wasn’t Harry. You knew he was coming though. He was on his way and he would not stop running until he found you.

It was almost like a bad scene out of a romance movie.

The night before your wedding and something terrible goes wrong. It’s a sign!

“I think it’s just perfectly me.” You said, talking about your wedding dress.

“Sounds perfect to me then.” Harry paused for a moment. “Baby, did you walk under an archway, like, uh, a stone archway covered in pink flowers?”

“I-I don’t know. I don’t remember.” You ran a stressed hand over your forehead.

“Okay. That’s okay.”

“Everyone’s going to be so mad at me.” You began getting frustrated with yourself. “Fuck.” You breathed in a sob and exhaled with a bigger breath.

“Promise you no one’s mad, baby. Gem has messaged me a thousand times asking if you’re okay. I can’t even answer ‘cause this bloody maps apps is a fucking nuisance. I swear to–”

“Harry?” You furrowed your eyebrows, looking up from your knees to check your phone. He was still on the line. “Hello?”

“Y/N!” Harry shouted your name, but not from down the phone.

You could see Harry walking over to you very quickly, clearly panting from having run street after street.

“H.” You dropped your phone and cried as you saw him faster approach you.

Definitely a moment worthy of a romcom.

Harry was probably living his Ryan Gosling dreams.

“Baby, hey. I’m here. You’re okay.” Harry sank down to the floor and scooped his arms around you, pulling you close and squeezing oh so tight.

He sank down to his bum and leaned against the wall, pulling your entirely onto his lap. Too close wasn’t an option right now.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you sat sideways on his lap. Your face was tucked under his chin and his head rested on top of yours. You cried as Harry held you tight.

You couldn’t see Harry’s facial expressions but he was breathing out sighs of relief, some tears in his own eyes from the adrenaline of trying to find you. He had been just as scared as you, but had to remain strong for you. Now he had you he could let it all out.

“You’re never going to the toilet alone again.” Harry laughed. You laughed back.

“Deal.”

“That was scary.” Harry kind of mumbled, but you heard him anyways. He kissed your head a few times and you melted at the feel.

“Harry.”

“Yeah, love?”

“My head is so dizzy.”

Harry used a hand to tilt your head up so he could see your face. He noticed your mascara ridden face first of all, but beneath that you were all beauty.

“Tequila is only our friend for two rounds, remember?” He laughed at you. He was able to tell from your eyes that you weren’t exceedingly drunk, but definitely tipsy.

“I did not remember.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours as he shook his head with a grin. “You’re such a handful, you.”

“M’sorry.” You pouted.

“Never said I didn’t love you as a handful.”

“Do you? Love me a handful?” You used a hand to stroke over his cheek that had gotten so scruffy with the stubble he was trying to grow.

“‘Course. Love you every way and anyway. Love you so much. Love you until my body literally decomposes my wedding ring off my finger, and then some more.”

“That was dark, even for a 2AM drunk thought.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” Harry chuckled, noticing that smile on your face becoming more and more permanent.

“But I’ll love you for the same.” You promised.

Harry kissed you then, not wasting another moment of this evening away from you. Well, morning now. His lips were soft against yours and you smiled into the kiss, happy that he was here with you even if it was under really weird circumstances.

“Let’s go, trouble. We’ll go back to the hotel and I’ll kiss you all night.”

“Don’t you want to spend the rest of your night with the boys? You know, last night as a free man?” Even though you were suggesting this, all you actually wanted to do was kiss, kiss and kiss him.

“Free man?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows with disgust, “What are you talking about?”

“You know? People say the last night before they get married is their last chance to be free?”

“Why would I need to be free when I’ve got you? I’m choosing you, like I always have. Never needed to be free.”

You smiled warmly at him. “I’m shackling you to me for life.”

“Too right you are, baby. Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Now, take me home, trouble.” You giggled.

“Oh. So I’m the trouble now?”

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yourinstagram tomorrow i get your last name forever <3 p.s. i would like to state that harry bought himself that tshirt :)

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gemmastyles @/jamescorden They aren’t coming back for tequila….

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[yanderefarm]

priest!vox x male!reader

cw; religious imagery, belly bulging, impact play,

a/n; this is so fuckin messy im so sorry i was possessed by this au idea. happy easter. ill try to work on requests tonight

in life vox was a televangelist who stole money from dying people to pay for private jets. and in death he's a demon with a tv on his head and the conviction to convert. every converted soul belongs to him, every soul a stepping stone as he climbs to the top. not much has changed.

well. until you walked into his life.

if the demon wants to preach then he needs something to worship. it doesn't matter how you got his soul but it belongs to you. he doesn't hate it too much except for when he does because you let him keep the facade of power. he can be the big tv man all he wants. in the end he belongs to you.

in the end he crawls on his knees before you every night. he says sweet begrudging praises as you grind your foot on his thigh. you drag his leash until he's sat between your legs and you tell him to pray.

his mouth so clumsily goes up your thigh before you have him gratefully kissing your thick cock. and before he knows it he's static and buzzing as you fuck his throat. his own cock is hard underneath his suit and perfect for you to grind your foot on until hes begging to cum.

once you've fucked his throat til he's dizzy the real fun starts. you take your time gingerly removing his clothes before you order he do the same. every article of clothing he slides off your body is followed by static-y kisses and gently worshipping touches. he helps you step out of your pants and begins slowly tracing his fingers up your legs before you give a harsh tug on his leash.

"what's that for-" he starts to growl but when he looks up into your sharp eyes he silences himself.

"Look at me, Vox." You command him in a voice that sends shivers up his spine. You grab his chin with one hand and examine him carefully, watching as his eyes follow you with rapt intensity.

"Tell me who you belong to." You order and he lets out a shakey breath before he repeats your name back to you.

"Tell me who you worship." You move your bodies closer until your considerable height is looming over him. Again he says your name with a shakey voice.

"Who is your god?" Your grip on his chin tightens hard enough to crack his screen. He yelps before he declares your name as firmly as he can.

You shove him to the bed and climb over his slim and small body. It's so easy to hold his arms above his head. It's so easy to treat his body like a toy. His lanky limbs move over your shoulders as you line your girthy cock with his already stretched hole. Your repeated nights of "worship" have stretched him out to perfectly fit your cock. You slide into him watching his face glitch as you press against his sweet spot.

"Do you want to go to heaven Voxxy?" You coo so sweetly as if it's a gentle promise.

"Please- Please please please-" Already he's begging for you. He craves the salvation only you can give him.

And with his pleading you drag your cock out of his needy hole. And then you slam your cock back in, drilling into him. Your large hands grab his thin wrists as you begin a steady and brutal pace, you use his arms as leverage to dig your cock deeper. You can both see the outline of it clear in his stomach with every rough thrust. The sound of skin slapping mixes with the buzz of electronic malfunction as your cock melts Vox's brain.

"Go-ah- God please please- God ru-ruin me" His voice is so pretty.

Of course you have to. You flip him on his stomach and one hand goes to push his head to the pillow while the other wraps around his cock. You begin fisting his cock relishing in the muffled buzzes of delight only interrupted by his whorish begging. He begs so pretty.

"Please save me fr-from my sin- Please- Salv-AH-tion. Mercy. Fuck. Please please please-"

You press your thumb so cruelly to his slit.

"You don't get to cum before your god."

And he sobs. But he still thanks you. Of course he'd thank his god.

He thanks you for every bruise, every hand print on his ass, every second he can't breathe, every minute of pain and unbearable pleasure you subject your dear priest to. After you make sure he thanks you, then you'll reward him with kisses and gentle stroking of his cock. Nothing that's enough for him.

Even when you finally fill his ass with cum he still sobs and begs and pleads. You have to slap his ass just to make him behave.

"Say your prayer." You order and your ever obedient priest complies.

He begins his soft prayer to you thanking you for ruining his sinful body. And between his legs you increase your gentle strokes until he's shouting and crying. You squeeze his pathetic cock as you milk him of his cum and spill it all on the bed below.

That's not the end. It only marks the beginning as you begin your jackhammering thrusts again.

But once you allow him to lay limp in your arms you give him a gentle kiss.

"Such a good boy. I'll have to reward you." You could swear after you spoke his buzzing sounded like purring.

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[gemstone-roses]

Hello lovely! If you’re taking requests, would you be able to please write something smutty about Hannibal x reader sort of like enemies to lovers maybe where they don’t get a long and she’s a bit weary of him but one day they end up having really rough sex??? Lots of dirty talk and choking pls xx

Woo okay, let's go!

This took me forever so I hope you like it, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated🥺🥺

a:n- minors be gone 18+ only!. Dirty talk, female reader, choking,smut, rough sex. So. Much. Smut. I got a bit carried away oops, pussy eating, praise kink, filthy language, unprotected sex, mentions of choking on a dick, choking, 18+

Ooh there's a bit of a build up too this time! It's a bit long oops.

This work is intended for adults only, meaning those who are 18 and over. remember you are responsible for your own media consumption.

Hannibal finds it amusing, the way you roll your eyes whenever he opens his mouth. He might well have a good point but it doesent stop you from making your annoyance known. You thought hannibal was just far too cocky and far too sure of himself.

And every time hannibal sees it, a sly smirk appears on his face.

You loathed working with him, and your boss seemed to be oblivious to this since he always made you go with hannibal on a case.

"Im driving" you huff, not even looking at him as you reach for the drivers side handle

"It's my car" hannibal says simply, leaning on the door,causing it to shut.

You gape at him, hannibal stands there leaning against the car door, lazily, a smile dancing across his face.

Hannibal raises his eyebrows at you, waiting.

"You are insufferable do you know that!" You state

Hannibal just smiles wider, sticking his tongue between his teeth watching you become angrier at him.

"Fine" you huff, launching the keys at him. Your pouting, breath heaving slightly, and hannibal can't help the way it sends blood rushing to his cock.

Hannibal starts the car and the radio blares on. You lean over from the passenger seat to try and change it to something more your taste when hannibal places his hand firmly on your thigh.

"Leave it" he says lowly.

Your brain short circuits for a moment

"I am not, listening to this!" You manage to breathe out, hopefully hiding shakiness in your voice.

Hannibal ignores you, hoping it'll be the end of your utterly annoying complaining.

It's not.

"Go that way its quicker" you say

He doesn't.

"You should of gone the other way" you state, as you join a small line of traffic due to some road works.

The drive only takes 15 minutes but by the time you both get out of the car hannibal is rubbing his temples dramatically.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't realise I was so terrible to be around" you say.

Hannibal furrows his brows.

"I need you to come to my office when we get back" he says firmly

"Jesus christ how about some manners?" You roll your eyes

Hannibal turns around and walks towards you, you can't help your heart speed up at the sight, he's so very... attractive.

You blink away the thoughts right as he reaches you

"Y/N" he whispers, he's out of breath, putting both arms on either side of you he's trapped you against the car.

You open your mouth to speak but no sound comes out.

Hannibal swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, taking note of the way your breathing increases.

He leaves you without saying another word.

The drive back is silent.

He gets out first when you arrive, not even waiting for you to get out the car.

By the time you reach his office, he's already sitting behind his desk.

You enter and shut the door behind you, hannibal looks up at you and his gaze is so intense it makes you want the floor to swallow you up.

"You- you wanted me to come up here" you say, hannibal gets up and clears the space between you in seconds.

And once again he places both arms either side of you, leaning against the door.

You notice he's rolled his sleeves up and it makes your brain short circuit for a moment.

" I did" he agrees, he steps forward, meaning you have to widen your legs slightly

"What are you-

"You have been testing my patience y/n" he whispers, hands rubbing up your waist gently.

"Yeah well your pretty insufferable yourself" you whisper.

Hannibal traces his hand up to your jaw, his big hand gripping your chin, a finger reaching out to caress your cheek

"Should I stop?" He whispers stilling his hand, a warmness in his gaze you haven't seen before.

You shake your head, lips parted slightly.

"Use your words" he whispers lowly.

"I don't want you to stop" you say

"Good girl" he praises and hannibal dosent miss the way your pupils widen at that.

Hannibal bites his lip slightly, oh he is going to enjoy this.

"You liked that didn't you?" He teases, dropping his hand from your chin to rest around your neck.

"Mm hmm" you mutter, slightly breathless.

Hannibal tightens his hand slightly, studying your reaction, he feels your pulse quicken under his hand, you shift slightly trying to ease the growing ache in your cunt.

He squeezes a little harder, causing you to let a moan you'd been holding in escape your lips.

Hannibals cock strains against his pants.

"Open your mouth for me darling" he says, swiping his thumb across your lip before pushing in two of his fingers.

You wrap your lips around his fingers and suck, hannibal closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, commiting to memory the sight in front of him.

"That's it darling" he smiles, his cock twitching every time you made a noise.

He pushes into you, his erection brushing up against your leg.

"Do you feel that y/n?"

You whimper

Hannibal removes his fingers from your mouth, reaching down, he guides your hand to his bulge.

You stroke your hand up and down a couple of times, taking notice of how thick he feels, hannibal let's out a low moan before quickly pushing your hand away and opening his hand to take yours, he guides your arm up above your head before crashing his lips to yours.

You can tell he's skillful by the way he kisses. One hand pinning yours above your head, the other grips your waist, you feel the books on the shelf behind you pressing into your back.

Hannibal pushes his tongue into your mouth, gripping your waist tighter you moan into the kiss.

"You sound delightful when you moan my love" he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Please" you whisper, needing more.

"What my love?, what do you want?" He knows exactly what you want, he just wants to hear you beg.

"Touch me" you say, closing your eyes as you sigh

"No no" he tuts, stroking your face

"Look at me"

You open your eyes and stare into his, his eyes blown wide with lust.

"Good girl" he says again and this time you don't bother trying to stifle the groan escaping from your throat.

" I bet you've soaked right through your panties haven't you, and I've hardly, even, touched, you" and with each word his hands inch lower into the waistband of your pants.

He runs a finger through your soaking folds, presses it to your clit.

It makes you squeal.

"Fuck hanni-

He smirkes at you, removing his fingers and instead gripping your wrist and leading you to his couch.

"Lie down" he states simply, and you do, bringing your lip between your teeth as hannibal loosens his tie.

He keeps his eyes on yours as he undresses, he can see its driving you mad as your chest heaves watching him.

"I've dreamt about how you'll taste on my tongue" his accent thick as he kneels between your legs.

Slowly, he removes your trousers, every touch of his fingers on your skin making your pussy throb.

When he's done he admires the view, a prominent wet patch visible in your panties.

You thrust your hips up slightly, indicating for him to hurry up and just touch you.

Hannibal leans down placing his hands on either side of your thighs, he brings his mouth to your clothed pussy, placing a far too soft kiss to your dripping, covered cunt.

You let out a frustrated moan, hannibal chuckles, finally hooking his fingers through your panties.

"May I?" He asks softly.

You nod

"Words, darling" he whispers

"Yes" you almost scream, and hannibal finally touches you where you needed him most.

His tongue teases the outside of your pussy before circling your clit slowly.

"Oh fuck" you moan, thrusting your hips into his mouth, hannibal removes one of his hands from your thigh, teasing your entrance with his finger.

His tongue presses flat against your clit as he pushes a finger inside you, he curls his finger, reaching that spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

"Oh my god hanni" you breathe, hannibal removes his mouth from your folds as he inserts another finger.

"I can feel you tightening around my fingers darling, are you going to Cum?" He asks, but he knows the answer. You close your eyes as you feel your orgasm approach

"Open your eyes and look at me sweetheart" he speaks so softly it makes your cunt clench harder.

"That's it, cum for me y/n, i got you, let go for me" he urges as your pussy clenches round his fingers and you see stars.

Your chest heaves as you try and catch your breath, but before you've had time to fully recover, hannibal places his cock at your dripping hole.

"Fuck me, please" you breathe, and that's all hannibal needs to hear before pushing his thick cock into your pussy.

"You feel incredible around my cock" he moans as he thrusts into you slowly.

Hannibal snakes his hand up your body, around your neck once more.

He applies a tiny bit of pressure as he fucks into you, your eyes roll back in pleasure and hannibal quickens his pace.

"Mm fuck" you moan

"Your squeezing my cock so good y/n" he praises as his hand continues squeezing your throat.

"Im gonna cum again hanni" you warn him, feeling a second orgasm approach.

"Cum with me" he groans, and it's the hottest thing you've ever heard, he's breathless, his skin glowing slightly from the activity.

"Hanni-" you choke out, his cock hitting your g spot with every thrust, he can feel your walls tightening around him.

"Cum for me y/n" he moans as his own orgasm washes over him, and with one last squeeze of his hand around your neck, you feel his cock tighten inside you, causing your brain to short circuit for a moment, you see stars once more as you cum on hannibals cock.

Hannibal pulls out slowly when you've caught your breath and recovered.

"That was-

"Incredible" he finishes for you.

"I should piss you off more often" you tease, he's lay next to you on the couch, his hands trailing softly over your stomach.

"Next time, maybe I'll choke on your cock" you add.

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[livingemkayde]

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neighbor!joel miller/dbf!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: Rated 18+, CONSIDER THIS YOUR COMMUNITY LABEL minors please dni, smut, age gap, oral m!receiving, unprotected p in v, praise kink, light choking, dom!joel, dirty talk, pet names. can you tell i have a thing for car sex. Probably more but…yk. 

a/n: im so grateful you guys are giving me the opportunity to share my writing with a huge community. I cant thank you enough. This has been an outlet for me emotionally that i never anticipated. I love writing and i love love love reading your feedback. just for all the love you get double the smut. thank you again. please enjoy. 

if u wanna listen to a song while reading, Let The Light In by ldr was playing while i wrote this lol. apple music spotify

wc: 5k (jesus)

this is apart of my small dbf!joel mini series, read the previous parts here:

part i part ii part iii

if you would like to read more of mine: masterlist!

He pumps his cock with your slick on his hand, moving so it's trained at your aching entrance — his hand shoots out above your head and braces himself on the car door.  “Fuckin’ in the car like teenagers,” he grunts, running his tip along your clit.  “Please Joel,” you whine. You don’t know if you can take it any longer.  Joel squeezes the tip in, your walls accept him graciously, the desire to be filled overwhelming your senses.  He slides in slowly. You whine for him to go faster.  “Need you — please, just —”  “Shut up — fuck — not gonna last,” he groans into the crook of your neck. 

You try not to think about Joel — somewhere in the back of your mind you know it’s dangerous that he occupies so much of your brain at all times. 

But you really can’t help yourself. 

Especially when his stares linger a bit too long.

Or when your dad makes burgers and Joel’s thigh grazes against yours under the table. 

And definitely not when his hands find your waist when everyone is shuffling around the kitchen, putting dishes away. 

And it might physically hurt to ignore him when Sarah convinces you to run into the ocean at midnight and he’s waiting with towels for you on the deck — his hands brushing your ass when he wraps the towel around your body. 

You thought you might have been doing an okay job at it, until you find yourself outside his bedroom door, contemplating knocking. You really didn’t want to seem desperate. But the tug in your lower stomach sends you forward, bracing your hand to knock. 

You look to your left, Sarah's room is at the end of the hall and your dad’s is around the corner. You tiptoed through the dark hallway to get some water and you couldn’t help but walk past his door — to your surprise the light was on — seeping out under the door into the hallway. 

You hear him moving. And the light turns off at your feet. You gasp and move back. But he opens the door, and catches you outside his room. 

He meets you with a curious face. You read the silent question etched into it. 

What are you doin’?

You shake your head, attempting to convey an overall I wasn’t doing anything vibe but he gives you a knowing look that makes you blush. 

He nods his head towards the stairs and moves past you. 

You follow his figure. He’s wearing pants that hug his hips and a t-shirt. He’s very simple. Yet he’s very Joel, and you can’t take your eyes off him.

He leads you into the kitchen and grabs a beer from the fridge, you sit at the table. 

When he joins you, it’s almost like you’re both too scared to make any noise, you sit in silence, watching him as he tips the beer, sipping it, while keeping his eyes trained on you. 

You aren’t dressed for the occasion, and it's a bit cold, but you don’t think he minds. 

“I was just getting some water,” you manage to get out, your voice a bit hoarse. 

“Sure,” he replies, tipping his beer towards you, chuckling a bit.

“What? I was,” you say defensively. 

“Your room was the other way,” he notes, shrugging. 

You blush and try to hide your face.

“Whatever.”  

“S’alright, baby,” he says coolly — like his words don’t shoot down right to your core, “Just didn’t know you were so needy.” 

“Fuck you,” you mumble, a laugh crinkling your eyes, “You’d like that,” you bite. 

He laughs too. 

“Maybe I would,” he says. 

A few beats pass. There’s enough tension at the table you could cut it with a knife. 

“You wanna tell me?” 

“Not really,” you tease him with a smirk, “I was just surprised you were awake is all,” you say when he doesn’t respond, leaning back in your chair. 

He lets out a huff and downs the rest of his beer. 

“Could say the same ‘bout you.” 

“I’ve got some things on my mind,” you say sheepishly, teasing. 

“Yeah?” 

You nod. 

“What things?” 

You stand, stalking towards him, he parts his legs to let you slot yourself in between his thighs. He looks up at you. 

“Don’t be an ass,” you mumble while looking at his lips, “You know what things.”

“I don’t play guessin’ games.”

“I’m not playing any games,” you quip back. 

Something in your tone switches the conversation.  

It sort of stops Joel in his tracks. He looks up at you, and then his hand finds your hip, pushing against the bone. His fingers dip into your shirt, rubbing over the bruise he pushed into your skin from earlier — he bends to place a chaste kiss to the bruise. It makes your breath hitch. You think he might push you away, or tease you for being bratty with him. But he looks up at you with caramel brown eyes. 

“On your knees then,” he says, stone-cold. 

Your eyes widen, and you look around the kitchen in shock even though you know you’re alone with Joel. 

He looks up at you — maybe a little shocked that you comply so quickly without putting up a fight. But you were a goner the second you walked by his room and your body is dropping in between his legs before you know any better. 

Your knees hit the floor and you sit back on your heels, settling in between his feet. 

He groans and pushes forward to rest his elbows on his knees, looking down at you. One hand grabs your face, tilting it up so you’re looking at him. The hold on your jaw squishes your cheeks a bit. 

“You want it?” he says. 

Your eyes intuitively look down to his zipper. 

You nod. 

“Use your words.” 

“Yes,” you let out as best you can with his hand on your jaw. 

“Fuckin’ dirty girl,” Joel groans. His hand keeps your jaw in place, the other undoes his belt and frees his cock. 

“Thought ‘bout me all night, huh?” 

You nod out of habit. 

“What I just fuckin’ say?” he shakes his head, the hold on your jaw comes down to your throat, squeezing gently. 

“Yes — yes,” you say quickly. 

You look down to his cock again, the tip of it gleaming with precum. It sends a white heat straight to the apex at your thighs. 

“Please,” you whimper, looking up at him, “Can I?” 

Joel can’t resist you. You both know that much. 

“Alright,” he drops his hand from your throat. “C’mon princess.” 

He leans back slightly. You spring to your knees, not waiting for his permission, and take the tip of his cock into the heat of your mouth. The saltiness of it hits your tongue and you whimper around his length. It makes him groan. 

“Shit.” you hear him curse above you. 

He gathers your hair, raking it up into a mess at the top of your head. You suck and lick his tip, teasing him a bit before he gets impatient and pushes your head down. You don’t mind his advances, bracing your tongue for his length. 

But he’s big. 

Bigger than the few you’ve had — and you choke when he hits the back of your throat. You brace yourself on his thigh, trying to take the little he’s pushing you down on. 

“You can take it baby, c’mon. Slow.” 

His words shoot straight down to your cunt. You try but you’re not used to his length. 

“Chokin’ on it, c’mere —” he makes a move to pull his cock from your mouth but you whimper and slide in more across your tongue. He groans, “— fuck, baby.” 

You want to take more. You know you can take more. 

“Doin’ so good,” he grunts when you swallow more of him, “Fuck — you —”

Joel's hand holding your hair moves to your face. He runs his thumb across your cheek. It makes you look up at him through your lashes. His praise rings in your ears, and you can feel your hot slick dribble down your thighs. 

He stares at you taking him — mouth slack with lust. His rich drawl, velvet, coaxes you down further. 

“Goddamn angel —” he moans, “— so fuckin’ perfect.” 

His head tips back in pleasure when you take what doesn't fit in your mouth into your hand. 

He wipes the tears that spring from your efforts away with his thumb, looking at you kinda sympathetically. 

“Attagirl, fuckin’ made f’me, baby,” he whispers. You look up at him again, because it sounds like he might actually mean that. You press your thighs together at the thought. 

His words become quiet whimpers mixed with groans as you bob your head, steadily taking more — replacing your hand with your mouth. 

“In your fuckin’ throat,” he hisses out when your nose brushes against the mess of hair at the base. 

He slots his fingers through your hair, his hands, frantically touching you anywhere he can scramble to. 

When Joel goes silent you know he’s close. His soft breath becomes pants above you. 

When he grips your hair hard, you know he’s teetering on the edge and who are you to deny him?

His hips slightly cant towards your mouth, chasing his high, and he spurts down your throat in hot succession. He lets out a string of curses followed by your name. It makes you blush as you swallow. 

You release his cock from your mouth, sinking back onto your heels as you rest your cheek on his thigh. His breath rises and falls and you watch the place where his heart should be rhythmically moving. 

“Don't fuckin’ look at me like that,” he says, shaking his head and trying to avert his eyes. You look up at him, lazy, the slick between your thighs is enough to put a tortured look through your brows. 

His thumb wipes your chin, some cum dragging across your swollen lips, and sticks his thumb back into your mouth as you suck it clean. 

“Jesus, baby.” 

“What?” you smile back at him. 

Joel looks down at you, resting against his knee, in between his legs, your eyes lidded with lust and exhaustion. 

He bends down to kiss your lips, and then your forehead, whispering into your skin —

“You’re killin’ me.”

_

Everyone takes it easy the next morning, Sarah dips into the ocean in the afternoon, you help your dad with lunch. 

It's uneventful but it's nice. 

Your dad suggests going to the boardwalk for dinner, which you all agree to, Sarah wanted to check out the rides there. 

You slip into a dress, your dad said the restaurant was a bit fancy. You’re just grateful you brought a dress in the first place. You meet everyone downstairs, Joel looks up at you descending which makes you laugh a bit. It’s sort of like prom when you first come down the stairs and your date is waiting for you. Or like he’s prince charming and you’re Cinderella. 

But you get snapped out of that trance quickly. 

“Ready to go kiddo?” your dad says, moving towards the entrance. 

You smile at him, Sarah comes to your side, linking arms and goes on about how there's a ferris wheel and carousel on the boardwalk, across from the beachfront restaurants. 

You all pile into the truck, Joel in the driver’s seat. It's a short walk but it’ll be easier to drive with so many people.

Your dad was right, the restaurant is a bit fancy. And it feels like you’re suffocating when you sit down across from Joel, Sarah at your side. He looks up at you — you blush and smile to yourself, opening the menu. It’s far too formal for the four of you, but it’s a nice change. And you like seeing Joel in a button down. 

Dinner drowns on — you aren’t really paying attention to much because Joel’s foot keeps bumping into yours. Maybe it’s accidental. Or maybe it's a silent plea. 

Sarah’s voice snaps you out of it. 

“Please dad?” she asks, having cleaned her plate. 

You remember them talking in the truck, Sarah saying something about meeting a few friends her age on the beach. 

“They down near the rides?” Joel says, gruff. 

“Yes, dad. Like I’ve told you a million times,” she rolls her eyes and Joel laughs a bit, waving her off with a twenty and telling her to be safe and get back by midnight.

The two men turn their attention back to you. 

Joel’s foot knocks into yours again and you shoot him a look — though he doesn’t seem to be paying it much attention. You’d be lying if you said the uncertainty of his touches left you completely unbothered. 

You finish dinner with a coffee, the men have their drinks. 

You can't really think about much else until your dad's voice snaps you out of it. 

“So, what do you think?” 

But he's not talking to you. He's talking to Joel. 

“What do I think ‘bout what?” He asks. 

“Dude—” your dad is sipping at his whiskey, “Theresa?” 

Doesn’t seem like appropriate conversation when you’re present but that doesn’t really cross your mind because who the fuck is Theresa? 

“Uh, yeah she’s nice, man,” Joel says awkwardly. 

Nice? 

“Nice?” your dad scoffs, echoing your sentiment. 

Your dad looks over at you — “Been tryin’ to set Joel up with a lady,” he says, explaining. But it feels more like a punch in the face. Your eyes widen, you choke a little on your coffee. 

“Oh,” you say. Joel doesn’t meet your eye, “She from the neighborhood?” you inquire, thinking about the woman from the barbecue. 

Your dad nods. 

“She’s a teacher,” he says. “You probably met her at the barbecue.” 

He turns back to Joel.

“She likes you dude,” your dad says. “Think she’d be good for you.”

That feels less like a punch in the gut and more like you got roundhouse kicked in the face and slammed into the ground. You try not to let it get to you. 

“Just don’t know if I’m lookin’ right now,” is all he says in reply. You try not to look at him, but your brain subconsciously makes an effort for you, peering up at him through your lashes. He catches your eye quickly — and drops it in just as much time. 

Your dad grunts in response, waving down the waiter to get the bill. 

“What ever happened to that Liam kid?” he says, talking to you now. 

“Oh,” you reply kinda absentmindedly. You haven't really thought of Liam in a couple days. His texts remain unopened in your phone. 

“Nothing,” you shrug. 

“Hm, nice kid though,” your dad claps Joel on the back, “Ain’t you think so?” he says, talking to Joel now.

“Sure,” Joel lets out in his rich drawl. 

Another tap on your foot.

Joel’s eyes stare into yours but he doesn’t look angry — it's more of an expression you can’t read. 

He isn’t mad right? 

“Yeah,” you say, the conversation dying down. 

Your dad doesn’t see your stolen glances. 

“Why don’t you go with Joel, kiddo?” he says, fishing bills out of his wallet. 

“What?” You ask, shocked. 

“Need to handle some work-things back at the house, but I heard the boardwalk here is nice at night,” he nods over to the exit. 

You look at Joel tentatively. He nods towards the exit, giving your dad a handshake while you follow him outside. 

The cool air hits you. You shiver a bit, wrapping your arms around yourself. 

You fall into a steady stroll towards the boardwalk. You can see the lights from the ferris wheel a couple hundred feet ahead of you, the ocean water shining under the moonlight as you walk along the coast.

You look over at Joel, his hands digging into his pockets. 

“Good dinner?” you ask, smiling.

“Mhm,” he says.

You settle into the night, walking towards the carousel lighting up the center of the boardwalk. 

“C’mon, Joel,” you say, looking towards the small line waiting to get on. The lights shine a white-yellow — lighting up his eyes in the darkness. Kids scream. Adults laugh. It’s a bit too perfect. 

He looks at you and huffs. Almost like a no is already trained on his lips from habit. But when he looks at you, he stops himself. 

“Alright, c’mon,” he grabs you by your hand, interlacing your fingers and steps in line. 

The previous ride ends quickly, Joel steps on the platform first, helping you up, extending his hand. 

You both sit on one of the benches meant for parents. He drops an arm around you, like it’s second nature. You snuggle into it. 

“Haven’t been on one of these in years,” he says when the music starts and the platform begins to spin. Some kids run by, trying to claim the best animal. 

“Me too,” you say in reply. 

You remember the last time you’d been on a carousel. Your dad and Joel organized a day trip to the state fair — though it feels like forever ago — during high school. 

“State fair, remember?” You say, hesitant. 

“Yup,” he squeezes your shoulder. 

“Didn’t think you ‘member,” he continues. 

“Of course I do,” you look at him, he meets your eye. “You gave me my first sip of beer.” 

You wonder if that might strike a nerve. It’s more than a loaded statement — a bomb already counting down. 

He huffs a laugh. 

“Now look at you,” he says. 

“Yeah, all grown up or something,” you say, teasingly. 

“Or something’,” he echoes, with a huff, not meeting your eye.  

A few moments pass. 

You see a particularly pretty horse out of the corner of your eye. You begin to stand on the moving platform, Joel scrambles for your waist. 

“The hell are you doin’?” he grabs you, standing. 

You look back at him, entranced by the light circling his face. It looks perfect — he looks perfect. Picturesque. Hallmark. Like it could be a movie scene. Maybe in another life he would kiss you — with the horses spinning around you, the night sky staring down when he kisses you like nothing else matters. 

But you know Joel. 

And you know putting his arm around you was pushing his boundaries. 

“C’mon,” you pull him towards the horse that caught your eye. 

He grunts but follows you. 

You get on, both legs on one side, stumbling a bit on the way there. But you’re having fun, and Joel is here and he doesn’t want to leave. 

He stands next to the horse, looking up at you.

“Havin’ fun?” 

“Loads,” you smile at him, he smirks back, hiding his face when you touch the spot between his neck and his shoulder, squeezing. 

“You look pretty,” he cuts through the music. 

You try to hide your shock. 

Pretty. 

It's not like this with other guys. Sure, they've called you pretty, some even called you beautiful. But with Joel, you feel like he really means it. 

It also shoots down to the white heat building in your stomach. 

“You clean up nice, Miller,” you say with a blush. 

The ride ends, you both settle, walking through the boardwalk. A breeze rushes through, it sends a chill up your spine. 

You wrap your arms around yourself to trap some heat even though your efforts are fruitless. 

But Joel notices. 

“Got a jacket in the truck. C’mon,” he says, turning to walk back to the truck parked near the beach. 

You follow him. 

It might even be on instinct, but you snake your hand through his, interlocking your fingers while your other hand holds onto his arm where the crease of his elbow is. 

You don’t see him smile. 

When you get to the truck he opens the back door, leaning in to grab his jacket out of the backseat. He wraps it around your body. The smell instantly fills your nostrils and shoots down to your core. It’s his heavy work jacket and it’s entirely too big for your small frame but you like it — love it. 

When you finish putting it on, he looks at you, still standing by the open car door. He leans back against the seat cushion, looking at you with crossed arms. 

“A little big,” you giggle, showing him your hands which disappear into the canvas sleeves. 

“Looks good on you,” he says with a smile. 

You walk towards him, he wraps his arms around you. 

“Thanks,” you say into his chest. 

Joel hums in response. 

A breeze pushes on your legs and you can feel your nipples pebble against your dress — you think Joel can feel it too if his sudden stiffness is any indication.

You adjust in his arms, slotting yourself between his legs. 

You can feel him. 

“Kiss me,” you say, looking up at him. 

“We’re in public,” he doesn’t look down at you, but you can see the muscle in his jaw tick. You don’t know why he’s being withholding. No one is nearby — Joel’s truck is the only one left in the parking lot. 

“Please?” 

“Not now.” 

His tone might suggest he doesn’t actually want to kiss you. But his cock pressing hard against your stomach tells a different story. 

“Joel,” you whine, wriggling against him. 

“Quit,” he says. 

You try to stop moving. But the feeling of him, hard, against you, makes your cunt throb.

He stops you before you make any decisions. 

“Don’t.” 

“I didn’t even do anything.”

“Know you’re thinkin’ of somethin’,” he says, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Needy,” he complains. 

You’re about to drop it. But his hand snakes around your waist under his jacket. The movement hikes your dress up, his hand resting on your low back.

You are — needy. 

But you just need him.

“Joel,” you say, giving him a warning. 

“What, baby?” he says, teasing. 

“Please.” 

Not a question — a statement. 

A plea. 

Joel looks down at you for a couple seconds. Then he taps your ass towards the inside of the truck. 

“Get in,” he moves so you can crawl in first, spinning around when you get to the other side of the truck’s backseat, shucking off his jacket and hiking up your dress. He crawls in after you, shutting the door. 

He’s quick with his belt, undoing his jeans in a frantic fashion — pulling his tucked shirt out of his pants. His cock is free before you have the chance to pull down your panties. 

Joel pushes your dress up more, revealing your underwear. He plays with the straps a bit, before pushing them to the side roughly. The sudden movement causes them to rip a little.

“Joel!” you say, as he grabs your panties and stuffs them into his pocket. 

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he pants, sucking a mark into your hip. 

His fingers find your core as you lay down along the back seat, opening your legs, your thighs covered with slick. Joel’s thick fingers slide through your folds. His breath hitches and he lets out a curse to find you soaking wet, staining your legs. 

“Fuck baby, you didn’t…?” he trails off, referring to after you had his cock in your mouth and he told you to get some rest. 

You shake your head. “Waiting for you,” you pant, breathless. 

“Christ,” he groans, playing a thumb on your clit as you writhe under him. “This all for me?” 

“Yes — Joel — you,” you say through moans. 

He pumps his cock with your slick on his hand, moving so it's trained at your aching entrance — his hand shoots out above your head and braces himself on the car door. 

“Fuckin’ in the car like teenagers,” he grunts, running his tip along your clit. 

“Please Joel,” you whine. You don’t know if you can take it any longer. 

Joel squeezes the tip in, your walls accept him graciously, the desire to be filled overwhelming your senses. 

He slides in slowly. You whine for him to go faster. 

“Need you — please, just —” 

“Shut up — fuck — not gonna last,” he groans into the crook of your neck. 

“God—” you moan when he slides home, his hips pressing into your thighs. 

Joel can feel you pulsing around him. You’re dangerously close already. 

The windows gather condensation from your combined pants. 

You try to angle your hips up to meet him, fucking him back as he thrusts slowly, but that makes him groan more. 

“Jesus Christ, baby,” he says, his thick drawl wrapping all through the truck, stoking the fire burning in your low belly. 

You want more — no — need more. 

You push his chest back. He looks at you confused but compiles. He sits back in the seats, you straddle him, pushing his cock towards your entrance. 

You look at him. He stares back in awe. 

“Baby—” you cut him off by sinking down on his cock, the tip sneaking past your entrance. He lets out a strangled groan. 

You take him, inch by inch, feeling his girth stretch you out in an entirely different way at this angle. 

“Fuck, feel so good, Joel,” you settle on top of him, both of your chests panting against each other as you grind your hips a bit. “So deep,” you moan out, cockdrunk. 

His hands find your waist and hips, begging you to move — to do anything. You look down to his jacket on the seat. His work jacket. That he wears around the neighborhood. You’re not sure why but your dad’s comments about Theresa enter your mind. 

“Do you have a crush on anyone in the neighborhood?” 

“What?” he asks with a grunt. “I’m literally inside you.” 

“I know, but…” 

You shift a bit in his lap, the movement makes both of you moan out. 

“Said she’d be good for you,” you manage to get out. 

“Don’t really remember her,” he whispers, trying to push his hips into you. “‘N don’t agree.” 

“You don’t like her? — ah —” you start rocking on his hips, chasing a high that's settled in your stomach on instinct. 

“No,” he fucks into you, chasing his own.

“Then what do you think?”

His eyes dart up to yours, holding your gaze for the first time tonight, not breaking it or looking away.  

“Think I like you,” he breathes into your cheek. 

He says it with such a genuine tone even though he’s deep inside you. It makes your stomach do a flip, finding the urge to ride him incessant through your loud thoughts of what could be. When he says things like that it’s hard to ignore it any longer. When he looks at you like that you know you’re completely done for. 

“Fuck —” you say, clenching around him. 

You ride him, the notion of his words settling in your chest and pushing you towards your release quicker than you thought possible. 

You’re coming before he can respond. 

“Oh my — fuck, Joel,” you whine. 

“That’s it, attagirl — fuck,” he goes silent, chasing his own high as you relax around him. 

His hands urge you to continue moving. He kisses you, like a man starved. All your silent begging through the night erupting with one kiss as you come down from your high. It's like he was telling you at the restaurant — be patient and at the carousel — just wait. 

Your stomach tightens at the feeling of his breath on your neck, sucking and biting and just smelling your skin. 

You continue to ride him through your post orgasmic haze. He chases his own release like he's done the whole night. 

“Oh baby — I —” he groans when you nip at his earlobe. 

“Please Joel, wanna feel you,” you whisper into his ear. 

He groans at that, pushing you down by your hips faster, you grind against him, a piece of clay destined to be molded to his body perfectly. 

“Jesus — fuck,” he groans, wrapping his arms around you, sinking his teeth into your neck, and coming inside you with hot hands running over your back. 

When he relaxes under you, he presses soft kisses to your temple, you tremble from the thought of his hot slick oozing out of you through the night. 

“Did so good for me, such a good girl,” he whispers into the dark truck. 

You slump against him, he holds onto you. 

His words ring in your ears. 

Think I like you.

You smile when you look at him. 

“What?” he asks, a smirk on his lips. 

“You said you like me,” you chide, teasing him. 

“Shut up,” he breathes, laughing a bit. 

“Don’t worry,” you kiss him, “I like you too.” 

_

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[hopelesslyromanticshark]

Hi lovely, how are you? Saw your requests were open and took advantage of it ‘cause your writing is too good??? 😤🙌

Anyway, I wanted to request a Leo Valdez x Athena!daughter!reader where the reader is like sick with fever but she is pretty stubborn on not wanting help (literally her fatal flaw) and so she insists that she’s fine and all good until she’s just chilling with Leo in bunker 9 and she collapses. Lot of fluff please! 🤭

Thank you, and take your time to write this! No pressure at all babe! 🧡🫶🏻 (i’ll go now, I still have to finish three lectures for tomorrow and it’s like midnight here)

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ I Am Not Sick - Okay, Maybe A Little Sick

content: leo valdez x daughter of athena! reader fic warning: language, mentions of being sick and throwing up and all that icky stuff but i think that's it!! author's note: as someone who is deathly sick rn, i concur. where is my soft boy to take care of me bc i wont take care of myself, huh?? also, hope you finished your lectures, i understand the procrastination its a silent killer frfr

"oh...you don't look good. like, at all," annabeth winced that morning, watching as the other daughter of athena dragged herself out of bed. this comment earned annabeth a glare as the other girl made her way towards the bathroom.

"wow, you're so sweet, annie. good morning to you too! gods, i just woke up-" the girl bit out, sarcastically, before getting cut off by a large sneeze, which left the girl's arm coated in snot. annebeth winced and took a step back, watching as her sister stood there in shock for a moment.

"are you-"

"shut up."

"okay."

despite annabeth's best efforts to get you to rest, you still marched your way out of that cabin, a woman on a mission. her mission? survive the day. preferably without throwing up, but we'll see how the day goes. first order of business; track down leo valdez. you had a multitude of reasons to see the son of hephaestus; he of all people would not send you to the infirmary, he still had some of your scrolls that you'd lent him and...well, you found him attractive. there, you admit it! he's hot, go screw yourself! but as you made the trek towards bunker nine, you were growing exhausted. but gods forbid annabeth be right about another thing. you paused outside the door, coughing up a lung and struggling to get air back into your lungs before taking a huge deep breath. which you breathed out as coughs, once more. huffing, you quite literally shook yourself before walking in, looking around for the boy and nearly tripping over some hammer.

"leo?! you in here?!" you called, clearing your scratchy throat after, shaking your head at the feeling. leo popped out from behind his project, rolling from under neither it and frowning up at you.

"you don't sound like...you."

"thanks, valdez! turning up the charm at ten in the morning, huh?!" you bit back, rolling your eyes. you were growing sick of the comments. actually, you were just sick, but you'd only admit that mentally. leo was still frowning at you, now sitting on the concrete floor as he stared at you, his head tilted and brows furrowed in silent questions.

"y/n-"

"look, rough night, rough morning. im fine, okay? drop it. i'm just here to get my stupid scrolls back and- woah," you stopped your angry rant as you wobbled on your feet, the corner of your eyes growing fuzzy and your brain turning a little muddy and mushy.

"woah is right. you are clearly not fine-" leo insisted, jumping up to his feet and reaching a hand out to you but you stumbled back from him, holding a hand out to keep him back as your other hand went to your forehead.

"i am completely and utter fine-"

before you could finish your lies, your knees buckled and you surely would have smashed against the harsh concrete had it not been for leo shooting forwards to catch you. after that, it was moments of consciousness in between unconsciousness, small memories of leo pulling a blanket up on you, snuggling closer to a pillow. vague memories of throwing up, your hair held back by something that felt similar to a hand. then, you finally blinked your eyes open and they stayed open this time. your eyes were still adjusting, looking around to try and grasp where you were. you saw a random wrench on the floor and knew you had to still be in bunker nine. you looked down, noting you were no longer in the shirt you walked in with but rather one of leos, you could tell from the grease smeared all over it. as you sat up, inspecting the shirt and blushing at the connotation, leo walked in.

"thank the gods! was starting to worry about you," leo huffed, laughing in a way that told you 'starting' was a lie. you could visibly see the tension leaving his shoulders, relaxing at the thought that you were okay.

"sorry," you muttered, digging your hands into the hem of the shirt, twisting and playing with it. leo reached out and settled his hands on top of yours, causing your eyes to look over into his.

"you don't have to apologize. you should look after yourself more but...im, uh, im happy to do it," leo admitted, his confession getting caught in his throat and the tips of his ears turning scarlet. a small smile twitched onto your lips before you pulled one of your hands away and tugged pointedly at your new shirt, raising a brow at the boy.

"oh! yes, sorry, you, er, threw up all over the last one. very attractively, i promise," leo teased, you shaking your head in hopes the blurring motion would cause him to miss your blush, "that's one of mine- also, i didn't change you! it was annabeth, promise!!"

"ugh, you told her i was sick! snitch!" you hissed, slapping his arm before sucking in a labored breath as you were hit with a wave of nausea.

"that's karma right there. abusing me and shit," leo huffed with a joking roll of his eyes before leaning over and grabbing something that was just out of view, "lemme make it up to you."

he presented you with the most delicious looking chicken noodle soup. you were practically drooling as you gently took the soup from him, cradling it to your chest like it was a baby. you looked back up at him with wide eyes and he was already staring at you, a soft smile on his lips before he reached forwards and brushed a loose strand of hair back behind your ear.

"it's my mom's recipe, it always made me feel better as a kid when i was sick. asked the harpies to let me use the kitchen," whispered leo after you took a few bites. instantly, you were melting before the boy at the sweet gesture, sharing a part of his mom with you.

"thank you. for- for everything. honest," you murmured and leo just beamed another soft smile at you.

"of course. i like- i like taking care of you- well," leo kept cutting himself off before breathing out a long breath, "yeah, i like you. like, like-like you. as in-"

"i like-like you too, leo. and not just because you're a good cook," you cut in before he could spiral out of control. and leo looked at you like you were the only thing that ever mattered. he went to lean in but you set a gentle hand against his chest, ever the logical one.

"leo, i'm sick-"

"fuck it. if you think im gonna go another minute without kiss you, you're dumber than i thought," bit out leo, instantly, before cupping your face and pulling you into a smashing kiss. and you couldn't find in you to care that he was gonna get sick, the feeling of his lips against yours and his hands in your hair and your hands against his chest being too addictive.

this boy was turning your brain to mush, something that was surely breaking your mother's heart.

but, fuck it, right?

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[k4katsujin]

brain empty just thoughts full of miguel having a soft spot for you and hobie's relationship

like if you were in different dimensions hobie would beg for miguel to let him visit you.

and if you were in the same dimension he would beg miguel to send him on missions with you

wait now i want to make it a lil fic

kind of a drabble? idk

ok afterthought this is way longer than a drabble lmao mb

word count : 561 😭

it was a peaceful day at the spidersociety's headquarters. all the anomalies you and hobie have caught while patrolling were imprisoned in their cages, you did your daily patrolling chores and now boredom seemed to have gotten the best of you.

sometimes when you're bored, you wonder what your boyfriend was doing. well, factually speaking he was not quite your boyfriend, because of his "i hate labels" stuff, but it was most likely the two of you had something

sadly you spent most of your time wondering how he was going. you couldn't communicate because your communicator broke and miguel decided hobie had to give his to you.

you know what? fuck that hierarchy thing, just because some vampire spider man didn't want you to multi dimensional travel doesn't mean you wouldn't.

you then left your small apartment and headed to the headquarters.

"don't even think of it." firmly said miguel.

"what? i didn't even say anything yet-" you say.

"your backpack. it's the one you always bring with you when i send you in missions with hobie. considering the disaster it made when i left gwen visit miles last time, i am not letting this happen a second time." he said firmly.

"please." you try to beg. "it has been weeks since you last sent us on a mission together. plus it's soon our birthday and we celebrate all of them together. please? i promise you won't hear anything from me next."

"fine" he sighed, "but only for three days."

"four days? please?" you try to negotiate.

(i don't know how to describe it but imagine him pinching his nose yknow the thing he did In the movie)

"if i let you go, will you stop harassing me ?" he asked, visibly annoyed.

"pinky promise!" you exclaim, "thank you so much!"

he then opened a portal which led you to your boyfriend's dimension. you walked a bit to the bar where he probably was, as usual.

once you arrived, riri, one of hobie's best friend, warmly greeted you.

"glad to see you around!" she says with a warm smile. "if you're here to see hobie, he's in the back!."

you then headed to the room in the back of the building. you did find him practicing with his band. taking care to not disturb them, you sat on a small table in the back of the room.

you couldn't help but admire him. despite everything he went through, he always kept going.

"hobes", said a member of the group."i think someone's waiting for you."

as soon as he noticed your face, you could see his instantly lit up.

once his practice went all smooth, the two of you headed outside. a fresh breeze greeted you as the two of you tried to catch up on the lost time.

"i can't believe miguel let you come there" he says in disbelief. "i ain't complaining though, i missed my sunshine a whole bunch" he continues before kissing you.

"i missed you too, hobie," you murmur with a soft smile.

the two of you kept wandering in the streets, talking about random things.

"you down for cuddles, sunshine?" he asked as you came back home.

the two of you sat on the floor, your head on his chest, feeling his soft heartbeat.

eventually you both drifted to sleep, his hand playing with your hair.

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uhhh yea sorry the end is a bit rushed but 😭😭 also im in an agsty mood so i'll write smth when reader finds out hobie is cheating on them when they come to his dimension 😈😈

ALSO if you want some sleepy hobie hcs you can find them here ! :D

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[staarri]

it’ll be quick

zhongli, neuvillette x gn!reader

w. implied relationship, gender neutral reader, not proof read (we die like caribert), implied short(?) reader, height difference, a tad bit suggestive for neuvillette wc 1.1k

where you ask them for a favor, and they cant bring themselves to say no

﹢﹒ zhongli

another drowsy evening for the city of liyue. plenty of people coming back to their homes, children that were once playing on the streets are now running back to their parents, and the lights start to become the city’s only source of guidance—aside from the stars and the slowly descending sun.

zhongli was walking around, his gloved hands behind his back, holding each other. his ponytail moving from the wind, along with his coat. although he isn’t walking that fast, it is quite a windy day.

you were about to do a few errands for hu tao. a handful of them being difficult, as she wanted you to collect a few things in a forest you decided never to enter after the test of courage you attended last year with chongyun.

you spot your boyfriend, zhongli, just walking around in the streets, doing absolutely nothing. so, you decided to do something you did best: annoy him.

with slow steps, you walk towards his back and give his shoulder a tap. he looks to the wrong direction, before turning right and facing you.

“dear, i did not expect to see you here. isn’t it your rest day today?” he asks, tone soft and worried. zhongli rests his thumb on your cheek, pinching then pulling it—but not too hard that it hurts you. he just likes the feeling of it, plus, you look so adorable whenever he does it anyway.

he adores the way your eyes shine whenever he looks at you. even if its because of the sun, the lamp, or the streetlights, he likes seeing you looking up at him.

“‘li, thank god i found you. i just came back from the parlor, i was helping hu tao out with a few things.” you say, smiling. you bring his hand to yours, then raise your feet so he can give you a quick kiss on the forehead.

“…speaking of, are you busy right now?” you ask. thinking about the best idea you’ve ever had, because there is no way you are going to enter that forest again.

zhongli shakes his head, and lets out a hum of disagreement.

“you have plans, my love?” he asks, the corner of his lip curling into a small smile. he thinks you’re going to ask him out to dinner.

okay, well, now you feel a pinch of guilt in your heart.

“no.. sorry, but we can eat out when this is finished. i, uh, its actually a little stupid.”

“tell me, i promise i won’t laugh.” he says, chuckling.

your eyes wander around, thoughts going into your brain all at once.

“hu tao asked me if i could get a few flowers and plants in wuwang hill..” your feet start to kick the ground, feeling a little embarrassed by this request.

“arent you terrified of that place, dear?” zhongli asks, eyebrows raising in confusion. why would hu tao send you to that place if she knew you hated it there?

“yeah! exactly—so, i, um… thought it would be, like, okay if i asked you to do it instead?” you look at him with pleading eyes, your mouth in a small, awkward smile.

he brings his lips back to your temple, giving it another kiss. you can feel him smile against your skin.

“im sure it wont take long, please?”

“fine.” he laughs, his lips still ghosting over your head. “but, you have to promise me we’re going to wuwang hill together next time. okay? need to get that fear out of your pretty head.”

﹢﹒neuvillette

surprisingly, todays weather forecast for fontaine was said to be clear blue skies with a bright sun. your boyfriend was out for with the traveler today, he said it wouldn’t take too long and he’d be back by lunch.

you sat in his office chair, a few dishes you’ve just cooked rest on the table. you check the clock, 12:23.

resting your head on the palm of your hand, you begin to wonder how you’ll be asking him this. a folder of papers in your hand, all errands that your boss has asked you to finish and hand in before tomorrow. it was assigned last week, but, being the procrastinator you are, you “forgot”.

you knew neuvillette was good with paperwork, i mean, its his job, is it not? and it was all basic things anyway, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it yourself since the thickness of the paper was so intimidating.

you hear the front door click open, and you quickly snap out of your daydreams. your goal? get neuvillette agree to help you out with the paperwork without getting too mad. definition of help? for him to do all of it.

he walks in the office, letting out a deep sigh as he takes his shoes off and setting them aside. then, he smells the scent of his favorite meal. he lights up at the sight of his favorite person, you, and a cold glass of water. of course.

“all this for me, sweet thing?” he asks, clearly surprised with the sudden gesture. you nod eagerly.

neuvillette gives a small smile. exactly what he needed right after a few tiring hours of chatting.

but immediately, he senses that something’s amiss. you wouldn’t prepare him food—no, you do prepare food for him. the thing is, you’ve filled his whole desk with dishes! each a from a different reigon in teyvat.

“what is it?” he laughs, already seeing through you. you’re so easy to read after all.

you held the folder behind your back, perhaps he noticed you were hiding it from him? or maybe he heard the light shuffling? either way, you’ve been caught, time to come clean.

“so… i got a few assignments from last week, and i don’t understand half of it?” you smile, trying to convince him to help you.

he chuckles, a hand to his mouth. “you mean; i forgot to do them. right?”

your eyes widen, cheeks feeling warm. god, why’d he have to be so smart?

“uh… yeaaah?” you say, in the worst possible way possible. its obvious you made up the lie earlier.

“figured as much, you wouldn’t prepare me this much food unless it was a special occasion.” neuvillette goes to your side and gives a quick peck on the cheek.

“by special occassion, i mean you asking me for a favor. dont think i can’t see through you, little fox.” he teases, then goes to another chair and starts to take a sip of the soup.

“ill do it,” he says inbetween sips. “but you owe me big time, lovely. maybe you can make it up to me later?”

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[anakin-pilled]

𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴 - anakin skywalker x fem! reader (part two)

pairing: anakin skywalker x fem! reader

wordcount: 4.7k

warnings: no use of y/n

rating: rating: 18+ (my blog is 18+ only)

author's note: thank you so much to everyone who liked and reblogged the first chapter! it meant so much to me. i cant believe i managed to push out two chapters in a week!! this chapter might seem slow, but only because im still new to writing fanfics and im trying to find the right groove of things, but please be patient as i hope to fasten the pace and tension with the new few chapters. as always, proofread but please let me know if you see any mistakes and feel free to nicely provide any criticism or suggestions (pls). i really want to keep everything as canon compliant to the star wars universe (minus the timeline, that's unspecified), but i decided to take some creative liberties for minor cultural and geographic details. i get most of my information from wookiepedia or the star wars reddit, so if you have any questions about anything, i'm happy to send any links. okay im gonna stop yapping now. taglist at the bottom! creds to saradika for the header!

You couldn’t bear another moment of dinner with Anakin. Something about him set your nerves on fire and left you completely unsettled–in a good way, a way that you’ve rarely felt before. But it was a way that you didn’t know how to deal with, and this deeply troubled you. How were you going to spend the next ten rotations with him? It sounded like a disaster waiting to happen. You doubted Anakin would do anything wrong. No, you would be the one to do something wrong. Totally embarrassing yourself in front of him or unintentionally acting off-putting just because you found him too attractive.

Dammit, you were thinking like a schoolgirl with a crush. 

After retreating to your quarters, you began to pace around your room. You had to get yourself out of this situation. Avoidance was always your favorite escape plan. It made life simpler when you avoided anything that made you uncomfortable or anxious. You weren’t exactly sure how you would avoid the 6’2 hunk of a Jedi. Asking Gido to remove him was out of the question. You couldn’t have Anakin removed, especially after the Chancellor had been kind enough to request one of the Jedi’s best members. You were being immature and you knew it. It hadn’t even been a full day and this man already made you so nervous that you felt like going haywire. 

You gave yourself a small facepalm. “What am I going to do?” you whispered to yourself. You needed to put distance between you and Anakin. That way you would stay as unaffected as possible. Plus, it’s not like anything could happen between you two. Anakin was a Jedi, and you knew that the Jedi had some unorthodox rules surrounding relationships. However (a small and delusional) part of you already imagined a future between the two of you.  You already imagined your lips on his. A man that captivating only came around every few millennia. Well, that was hyperbolic of you to think. Even you, a celebrity with access to Coruscant’s rich and famous upper echelon, never came across a man like Anakin. When was the last time you even got fucked or had one good Holodrama kiss? Dating is hard when you’re a celebrity. You meet people with the wrong intentions–cocky men who care more about having you as some sort of trophy or are afraid of looking beneath you just because you’re more rich than them. Plus, aside from the shitty dating pool, you were simply too busy with your career to indulge in relationships and sex. It honestly quite was ironic considering many of your songs revolved around love. 

The more you thought, the more you felt trapped in your room. An intrusive thought popped into your head, but you quickly brushed away the thought before it got you in trouble. But then the thought appeared again, and you couldn’t help but entertain what your brain was saying.

Her presence is suffocating is the first thing Anakin thought as you left the room. As a trained Jedi, Anakin mastered the practice of shielding others' thoughts and emotions from affecting him. But you were being so loud through the Force. Anakin felt the same nervous energy he felt earlier in the day when he first met you. Except this time, he felt it ten times worse. 

Anakin knew he was being quiet during dinner. But it was hard to focus with your energy screaming in his ears! So, he focused on trying to enjoy his meal instead. You were nice, Anakin would give you that. But he felt if he talked to you, while also trying to stave off your energy from his, he would overwhelm himself. It was all too distracting–a feeling that Anakin rarely felt. 

Anakin then proceeded toward his assigned room, ready to prepare for the night. Luckily, he didn’t have to stay on guard the entire night as there was no threat direct threat to you in Coruscant. Sleep slowly became a stranger to Anakin in the past few months, so he welcomed the guest room’s luxurious, canopy bed with an unrefined flop. He lay there for a while, though he didn’t know how for long as he just stared at the window in front of him and thought. 

Anakin suddenly heard a crash! noise coming from the living room. He quickly jumped into action and ran towards the sound. What if an intruder was trying to harm you? Anakin wouldn’t let them get near you. Though he would protect you, a pang of annoyance ran through Anakin’s head. How could anyone gain access to your apartment? He went through your security details with Gido and made sure that all access points were being guarded by either a security guard or a droid. Anakin hoped this wouldn’t become another Padme situation–he wasn’t in the mood for a high-speed speeder chase tonight. Better yet, why didn’t he sense anything? Were you distracting him so much that his senses were dull? Anakin couldn’t have that happening if you were both to survive the next ten rotations together. 

As Anakin reached your living room and investigated the sound, he saw what object made the sound he heard. His eyes first laid sight on a broken flower vase. The turquoise vase was shattered into a million pieces on the floor. Anakin then looked at the figure next to the broken pottery and there you were, dressed in a dark robe, halfway to the entrance of your apartment. A look of shock, then brief fear and then embarrassment, went through your eyes when you saw Anakin standing before you with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrows raised. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Anakin questioned you with a glare. His voice had a deep edge to it. He was relieved that there was no intruder, but he wondered what you were doing. If he didn’t know any better, Anakin would say that it looked like you were in the middle of trying to leave your apartment. Except, Anakin did know better so he knew that was exactly what you were trying to do. The dark robes were a telltale sign of this–it disguised your figure and the hood covered a majority of your face. 

You cleared your throat before putting on a tight-lipped smile, “Oh, I was just trying to night walk in the gardens before going to bed.”

“The gardens? I thought they were closed for renovations. That’s what Gido told me.” There was a slight smirk on Anakin’s face as he replied. He knew he had you.

“Not for me. I have special access…you know, the building manager is a fan of mine. Perks of being famous.” You felt slimy using that as an excuse, but it was better than letting the Jedi know your true intentions. 

“Really?” Anakin admired you for doubling down on your lie, but once again, he could sense your energy through the force. You were hesitant, like you weren’t fully convinced of what you were saying either. Anakin continued, “Then why are you wearing such a thick robe? The weather has been warm lately, even at night. Don’t you think that you would sweat too much?” 

You chuckled nervously before saying, “I sweat all the time.” You quickly shook your head. Kriff that’s not what I meant! you cursed in your head. “I mean I’m used to sweating during practice and performances so it does not bother me too much. I felt chilly which is why I decided to wear my robe on my walk. Please excuse me for disturbing you, General. I must have been in such a rush that I accidentally knocked over this vase. I assure you that I did not intend to raise any alarm.”

“It looks like you were sneaking out to me. Is that why you feel so tense right now? You know, we Jedi can sense emotion. I can sense that you’re not being truthful. There’s no lying to me, pop star.” Anakin replied smoothly. 

You shook your head. It looks like your plan of trying to put distance between you and Anakin wasn’t going to work after all. You should have known–how could you outsmart a Jedi? It was easy to sneak out with your regular security staff, but Anakin was different. 

“I apologize. You’re right. I wasn’t going to take a walk in the gardens. I thought I could visit the night market on level 3204, the Alderaan district. I just needed to clear my head. I didn’t tell because I didn’t think there would be an issue since I was going to keep my identity hidden.” Anakin noted how your apology sounded genuine. 

“Level 3204. Isn’t that a bit far from you? I never suspected that you would stray anywhere past the 5000th level,” said Anakin. When people on Coruscant managed to achieve enough wealth to live on the 5000th level of Coruscant, it was very rare that they ventured anywhere below. The only people that ventured below were those dealing in shady business. That’s not to say that the 3000th level was necessarily bad–he knew that the lower levels were a mixture of the classes ranging from middle-class families to criminals. Anakin had been to almost all the levels of Corscant while on Jedi business. He had seen the most impoverished slums, where crime was rampant and everyone fended for themselves. Yet, he had also seen the richest that Coruscant had to offer–elegant restaurants, opulent theaters, and people dressed in the most expensive fabrics. It always amazed Anakin how in the capital city of the Republic, one of the richest planets in the galaxy, could house such a dichotomy. 

You took offense to Anakin’s words. What did he know about you? Sure, you were wealthy and privileged, but that didn’t mean you had to confine yourself to a small circle of society. You enjoyed visiting what Coruscant had to offer–the different cultures, species, etc. It may have been unconventional for someone of your status, but your parents raised you with humility. Anything you earned in this life could be taken away from you at any moment, so you tried your best to explore and enjoy everything while you still could. 

Now you weren’t thinking about this annoyingly handsome face or soft curls. You were thinking about how he pissed you off. Just another person making assumptions about who I am. Your eyes narrowed before dignifying Anakin with a response, “And where is it that I belong? Please enlighten me. What? Do you think just because I am rich, I wouldn’t dare mingle with anyone in a lower class than me?”

“That’s not how I intended my words to come across.”

“How did you mean for your words to come across?” Anakin felt your energy shift. You were no longer hesitant or nervous. 

“What I mean is that it is unorthodox for celebrities to venture anywhere below Coruscant’s surface. It’s not exactly the most celebrity-friendly place. I would know as I’ve to the 3000th level several times before,” Anakin explained.

“Well, I’m an unorthodox person then. I’ll let you know that I enjoy the night market in the Alderaan district, it has good food and honest people. Now, you can either accompany me or stay here and make more assumptions about me. Whatever you choose, I will still be attending the night market. Feel free to tell Gido.” You turned around and continued walking toward your front door before you were stopped by Anakin. 

“Kriff. You’re not going to make this easy, huh? Fine. I’m going with you to the market because it’s my duty to protect you, but don’t try anything.”

You first discovered this night market in Coruscant’s Alderaan district only a few months into your arrival on the planet. Your fame had not skyrocketed yet, so you could easily travel between Coruscant’s levels without being chased by HoloNet reporters or crazy fans. You stumbled upon the market one night while lost on level 3204. It was a serendipitous moment for you. The night market operated every night and was primarily inhabited by Alderaanian expats, however, there were a few stalls run by species from exotic planets who sold even more exotic goods and foods. At the time you discovered it, you were feeling homesick and lonely. Your home planet of Bar’leth was nothing like Coruscant. Though Bar’leth had some metropolitan cities, it also had greenery and fauna. And the population wasn’t nearly as dense as Coruscant! You grew up in Bar’leth’s capital city, but you could still name your neighbors and there was a sense of community. Coruscant had none of these features. The night market was more than just a market, it reminded you of a tiny piece of home in the most bustling place in all of the galaxy. 

The familiar smell of grilled bantha skewers and roasted pormork flooded your senses. The area was decorated with a mixture of bright, fluorescent neon lighting and the warm, cozy light from twinkle lights from the vendor’s stalls. Light music played in the background from a live band playing in a corner somewhere. Though the market was mainly filled with adults, the occasional child and their family were seen. You and Anakin walked at a comfortable place in the middle of the road. Neither of you was talking, just observing the scene around you. You observed how people interacted with each other and made up life stories for them in your head. Anakin observed for any potential danger. 

“I’m sorry for snapping on you earlier. I hate when people make assumptions about who I am. It’s a sensitive spot for me. You know, with my name always in the tabloids,” it was you who decided to speak first. 

Anakin listened before responding, “Maybe I was wrong to make those assumptions about you.” He still thought it was odd that you wanted to venture so below the surface, but if there was one thing that Anakin understood, it was your disdain for assumptions. As the Chosen One, everyone made assumptions about Anakin—assumptions he should act or think. And somehow, Anakin always failed to live up to people’s assumptions of him. There were very few people in his life who accepted him the way he was. This was another point of contention in his life. 

Instead of letting this event take place in a silent awkwardness like dinner, you decided to make an effort to keep the conversation going. Anakin didn’t directly apologize, but you took his words to be a positive sign. “I know it must be a shock to you that I wanted to visit this market. And you were partially right to judge, who would suspect that I stray far from my life on the surface? The truth is, no one would expect that from me which is exactly why I do what I do. Not even Gido knows that I come down here.” 

“What makes this specific place worth sneaking out for? Aren’t there any other places you would rather be than down here?” Anakin asked this question sincerely. He was curious about you. While he was no stranger to Coruscant’s rich elite, the people he met were confined the the political sector.  He knew how politicians acted and their thought processes, but he knew nothing about the other type of elite—the celebrities, like you. 

“It reminds me of home, and the simple days I used to live before the glitz and glamour. There was a farmer’s market on Bar’leth I frequented with my family. There was local produce, lots of gourmet food, and trinkets of all kinds. I stumbled upon this market by happenstance one day and I never stopped visiting it ever since,” you explain truthfully. You loved the life you lived now and you were extremely grateful for it. But nothing could compare to your old life when you could enjoy the simple pleasures of life without any care in the world. Nowadays life barely gives you a chance to breathe since you were always working on something–whether it is new music, media appearances, or special performances. “You know, you’re actually the first person I have told about this place. You better keep it a secret, or else.” Anakin could tell you were joking by the smile on your face. He returned your joke with a small smile of his own.

You continued the conversation by asking Anakin a question of his own, “Don’t you have a special place that you like to visit when life gets too hectic?”

Anakin’s automatic response was to give you a generic answer. Before he could give you that generic answer, he changed his mind. He knew that was too guarded, but he couldn’t help himself. Anakin had been hurt too many times now–hurt by life, by his actions, and by the actions of others. Opening up was a recipe for disaster, especially when Anakin knew how passionately he felt about almost everything in his life. The only person Anakin managed to completely open up to was Padme, but even she was off-put sometimes by the level of passion and truthfulness he displayed. She never verbally admitted it, but Anakin could tell. Though you two didn’t know each other very well and have had minimal conversation so far, something about your energy invited Anakin to open up. Your energy in the force was serene. However, it wasn’t the type of serenity that Anakin felt whenever he was at the Temple. At the Temple, it was so peaceful, it was almost like it was devoid of any energy–it perfectly balanced all the energies of all the Jedi order and created a feeling of equilibrium. Your energy was serene in a way that reminded Anakin of his mother–comforting and warm. He could feel it radiating off your person. Ever since Anakin left with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, he could never sense that same energy in anyone else. Not even Padme, whose energy was more dynamic and loud. Thus, Anakin decided to be honest with his answer. 

“There is a place that I like to escape to sometimes. It is located in a secluded corner of the Jedi temple and only accessible through the garden wing. I used to go there all the time as a Youngling and then a Padawan. It has the best view of Coruscant since it faces the intersection where the old Republic Theater house and Senate offices meet. On clear days, you can watch the sunset from there.” Anakin didn’t know that the Senate offices were in that direction until a few years after he moved to Coruscant. Once he found out Padme had stepped down as queen and became Naboo’s senator, he would stare at that intersection as a way to feel closer to Padme during their years apart. Despite the breakup, the spot still comforted Anakin because it served as a reminder of how far he had come. He was no longer a lovesick fool and rambunctious Padawan, but a mature and fully-fledged Jedi Knight. Through the transitional nature of life, that spot would always be there for Anakin. 

It was your turn to nod and listen to Anakin.

“How was it like…growing up in the Temple?,” you hesitated, not wanting to overstep any boundaries with Anakin. You remember how the tone of his voice earlier when you questioned him about Tatooine. 

“Growing up in the temple was…different. When I first arrived, I didn’t realize I would be living in a religious organization. There’s a lot about the Jedi that was very different from the life I lived on Tatooine. Though I can’t complain too much, I had a permanent roof over my head and food on my plate every day. And, there was practically no sand at all. The best part,” Anakin finished. 

“I imagine it’s like one big family, no?”

Anakin sucked his teeth in response before continuing, “Since I arrived at the Temple later than the normal age, I didn’t grow up with my crèche. We had lessons together every now and then, but if there was anybody I considered like family to be in the Temple, it would be my former master Obi-Wan, and my Padawan Ashoka. She’s actually a  fan—I promised her I would try to get an autograph.” Anakin looked sheepish at the mention of the autograph.  

“Remind me before you leave. I’ll make sure to sign something. Should I sign her lightsaber?” You made sure to make a serious face while looking at Anakin. Then, you let out a giggle. “I’m only kidding about the last part. Come on, let’s get something sweet.” Your pace picked up before leading Anakin in another direction. 

You stopped by a stall owned by an older Twi’lek lady who sold homemade rishi honeystix. The honeystix quickly became your favorite item at the market because of its’ sweet flavor and crispy batter. They were similar to a childhood favorite snack of yours, except the rishi honeystix was fried, not baked. 

“Can I have two honeystix please?” you asked the owner. She nodded yes before you handed her over the credits, adding some extra for a tip. The owner quickly prepared the dessert before handing it to you and sending a warm smile to both.

“Enjoy the sweet treat! I love seeing young couples like you visit the market,” she stated with a look of adoration on her face. 

You and Anakin straightened your postures and sent a sheepish smile to the owner. 

“Oh, we’re not-” “She’s not my-” You both said at the same time. 

The owner giggled out an apology before turning her back on the both of you and preoccupied herself with preparing more food. 

Her comment affected you more than you would have liked to admit. You couldn’t say you wished you were dating Anakin, you hard knew him after all. But the idea of someone mistaking you to be in a relationship with someone as attractive as Anakin made you feel a funny feeling. You felt a moment of giddy before telling yourself to calm down. 

You led Anakin toward an old fountain that sat in the middle of the market. “Ever tried these before? They’re the best! I don’t come here too often anymore, but whenever I do, I make an effort to buy these.” You then handed Anakin his dessert. 

“I don’t think I have had these before. The Jedi diet consists of the Temple’s cantina food and whatever rations we have for off-world assignments. Though I try to explore new foods when I have the chance,” Anakin stated. He picked up the dessert and observed it. Anakin didn’t have much of a sweet tooth, but he was intrigued by its flavor. A sweet aroma wafted off the dessert and even Anakin felt tempted to try it. 

You were looking toward the distance as Anakin inspected the dessert. You were about to take a bit of your honeystix when you made eye contact with a small figure in the distance. As your eyes focused on the figure, you realized you were looking at a young Rodian child. Their gaze shifted from your eyes to the dessert in hand. Despite the Alderaanian district being one of the more wealthy districts in the lower levels, many families still lived in borderline poverty. You smiled at the child in reassurance before getting up from the fountain and slowly making your way towards them.

Anakin looked up at the sound of your figure getting up and was about to ask you where you were going before he saw you walk to a child and kneel before them. He couldn’t hear what you were saying, but he saw you hand over your honeystix to the child. You hugged the child goodbye, but not before handing them a few extra credits. The child’s purple eyes widened and a bright smile appeared on their face. They gave you another hug before retreating to wherever they came from. 

You got back up from the ground and walked back toward the fountain without saying anything to Anakin. You continued like nothing happened and asked Anakin, “Did you enjoy it?”

He ignored your question. “What was that about?” He was referring to the instance in which you gave away your dessert to a child. 

“I saw the little one looking at my food, so I decided to go over there and offer it to them. I could tell she was hungry. It’s alright, I can always buy myself another.”

Anakin always believed that you could tell a lot about a society or individuals based on the way they treated children. He hated Tatooine and regarded it as one of the lowest civilized planets in the entire galaxy–for many reasons, of course, but the primary reason is that those on Tatooine had no issue trafficking children into slavery and treating them as chattel. He wished that more people displayed kindness toward him as a child. Anakin’s only crime was being born into the world, but aside from that, he was innocent and deserved to be treated with dignity and humanity. You were kind. It seemed like a bare minimum requirement to be astonished at, but with the type of people Anakin has had the displeasure of meeting, kindness was a trait he rarely witnessed outside of the Temple walls. 

You stared at Anakin as if you were waiting for him to say something, but he simply observed your face without saying anything. A timid look washed over your face before you turned your head to the side and blew a piece of hair out of your face. 

“Well, I think it’s time we head back.” 

Being with Anakin was different than you expected. At first, you were overwhelmed by his presence–caught off guard by the fact he looked like a literal god from one of those classical paintings located in one of Corucant’s largest art galleries. You’ve always had a soft spot for pretty boys. Plus, you also had a penchant for romanticizing almost every interaction and person in your life. Not always in the romantic sense though. From brief strangers to friends, you tried to put a positive spin on everyone you encountered. There was no way of telling if fate was real, but you liked to believe so. Anakin was no exception to these rules. 

You were so close to successfully sneaking out of your apartment, without being detected, until you accidentally bumped into that stupid vase. Anakin came running out while you scrambled to make it look like you hadn’t been caught in the middle of doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing. You knew that if Anakin found out that you were leaving the building, he would either force you to say or contact your manager. So, you lied and tried to convince him you weren’t sneaking out. Of course, he saw through you and you gave up without a fight, until he made that stupid comment. Lying was never your strong suit anyway and it wasn’t worth the hassle anyway. So, Anakin joined you on your night adventure. 

Though you were initially anxious, once to got to the market, you felt your head clear. This was your comfort place, and it soothed your racing heart and clouded mind. Once you were past that anxiousness, you found that Anakin had a calming presence, once you got over your initial nerves. Anakin was observational, though it was expected of him to be so. However, it felt like he was really listening to you and clinging to what you said. He looked pensive as you described why you liked the night market so much. You wanted to make conversation with him, you didn’t feel forced to. Maybe it was the nature of the predicament you were both and the fact that he would be your bodyguard for the next week and a half, but you felt drawn to him. You wanted to know more about who the “Hero with No Fear.” You feared that if you got to know him anymore, then you might fall for him.  Except, you had to stop yourself before it went any deeper than that. Once again, you reminded yourself that Anakin was a Jedi. Off-limits. So, as you settled into bed, you promised that you would actually keep your distance. There was no use in getting attached to him. The Jedi belonged to no one. 

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[hope-drunk]

hi stella!! can you write something about abby and a sad reader, please? im not feeling very well and the a lack in abby comfort which makes me even sadder :(

i am Also not having a good day. hope u feel better anon and hope this helps a lil. lots of dialogue in this oops

there was too much going through your brain to focus on the project in front of you. you genuinely could not focus on the task at hand because you just felt so shitty. it felt like everything that you did went wrong, and no matter what you do, it was always going to go wrong.

you sigh and throw your head back, rubbing your temples before deciding to place it on the desk in front of you. you wanted to sleep, or not even sleep, you just wanted to lay down. you wanted the day to be done.

abby opens the door to your shared room. when she sees you, head down and supplies splayed around you, she immediately knows something is wrong.

she tries to stay calm; hoping not to startle you, but she can’t help how fast her legs rush over to you.

she rubs a comforting hand on your back and you sit up, embarrassed to have been caught like this.

“hey, pretty.” abby says, voice low & soothing. it sends a wave of relief through you, she has that affect.

“hi,” you reply back, already biting back the tears that threaten to fall.

you didn’t want to be upset; especially not in front of abby. it seemed like she was always fine, she just took things at face value. now that you think of it, you’ve never even seen her cry.

“just hi? wanna tell me what’s wrong, baby? can tell you’re not feeling the best.”

you can’t stop the sob that escapes you, you reach for her neck and she scoops you up, no questions asked. she walks you over to the bed and sits down, keeping you in her lap.

“my poor girl. what happened, huh?” she says.

when you push your head out of the crook of her neck she frowns, brushing away the tears that stick on your cheeks.

“i don’t know. just don’t wanna do any of it, just want to lay down. i feel done with it all.” your voice cracks as you admit this. you’re not supposed to feel like this. you’re not supposed to feel upset like this, over something so small.

abby inhales, letting your words turn over in her head. “that’s alright, we all feel like that sometimes. it’s a lot to do all this; especially what you do.”

“says you,” you say, laughing a bit, which makes abby smile. “you do twenty times what i do and you don’t say a thing.”

“that doesn’t mean i don’t feel that way though. i get fed up with work. there’s days i don’t want to do anything at all. everyone feels it, it’s normal.”

“you don’t show it. it’s embarrassing.”

“i like that you show it. i want you to keep showing it, so i can be here for you, and i can do my best to make it feel better. i’m always here for you, yeah?”

you nod your head and inch it back to the crook of her neck, settling it there.

“thanks, abs.” you say, trying not to cry again at the words of reassurance she’s given to you.

“always, sweetheart.”

#abby anderson fluff #abby anderson drabble #abby anderson x reader #abby ! #༉‧₊˚. 💌

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Atsumu's Girlfriend:

Being Insecure

Atsumu Miya x Insecure! Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, super supportive Atsumu, insecure reader, kissing

A/N: This is an Anon request! I know how much my bbys love our resident untoned blonde and since it's his Birthday 🎂 🥳 here ya go 🥰

I suppose I should be nice to him today 🙄

Alright let's see how long this lasts

Dating this idiot is a full time job

Whoops didn't even make it a whole sentence 🙃

Honestly YN out here doing Inarizaki's charity work

Since you've started dating Atsumu, you've lead a very interesting life

First off, you never in a million years thought Atsumu Miya would be interested in you 😳

Like seriously, you were quiet, shy and mostly kept to yourself

Literally the most perfect angel ever 😇

It wasn't until your second year that Atsumu first started to notice you

You had gotten paired up with him for a class project

I'm sorry to say YN, but at first Atsumu didn't know who you were

Literally our bby wall flower 🥺

However that changed quickly because you see, when someone pointed you out for the first time

Literally the gates of heaven opened, the sun shined brighter and the birds sang louder 🙌🏻

Atsumu is just staring at you like 👁👄👁

Seriously how did he never notice you

Glad you asked...

1) he's a man and therefore literally oblivious

2)99.99999% of his life is volleyball and unless your volleyball shaped YN, I'm sorry

3) he's a man

Anyways, you've always had a small crush on Atsumu

Not unlike the majority of the school 🙄

So when you go up to introduce yourself, Atsumu is literally just 🧍‍♂️ 😳

But of course it was always just that, a crush

Like one of those "I'll dream of you from afar never to have you" crushes 🥲

"Hi, I'm YN! It looks like we are partners"- you

Atsumu 👉🏻😳

"Umm I'm free this afternoon before clubs start if you'd like to meet? We can meet back here"- you

Atsumu 👉🏻😳

Please someone send HELP

Luckily Ginjima just happens to be in your class as well

Thank God, someone with a some brain power istg 🙄

"Umm hey YN, Atsumu would be happy to meet you later, right Sumu?"- Ginjima

Atsumu 👉🏻 🧍‍♂️ 😳 *nods head*

You 👉🏻🙂 great I'll see you later! *little wave and float away*

"Yer an idiot"- Ginjima 🙄

Later that day, you meet up with Atsumu and begin your project

Thank God there is like .000001% someone will interrupt you 😏😏😏

"HEY DUMBASS!"- Osamu screams, followed by Suna and Ginjima

You 👉🏻👀👀👀

"Samu can't you see IM BUSY"- Atsumu, nudging his head towards you as you smile and wave 😃 👋🏻

Again YN do less

"Oh my apologizes YN, I didn't know you got roped into working with Sumu"- Osamu

"Thoughts and prayers YN"- Suna ✌🏻

You 👉🏻😅

Atsumu 👉🏻 fuming 😡

"If you don't need anything, YN and I would like to continue OUR project!"- Atsumu

"Why don't you invite YN to practice tonight, then you can work on your project afterwards?"- Ginjima, doing the most

Bless you sweet Ginjima 😘

"HEY- that's a great idea!"- Atsumu, literally looking for anything he can do to impress you

You 👉🏻😳 uhhh sure...

Please Atsumu will literally drag you to practice and you will be forced to watch 😅

Aran, Omimi and Michinari are like 100% sure you were forced here against your will

Kita is skeptic but you aren't acting like the other ones so he's fine with you being here

After that day, Atsumu literally will remain attached to your hip

It's kind of weird honestly 😅 like sir give YN some space please

He's walking you to school, eating lunch with you, even walking you to your classes

Then one day, he just kind of blurts it out

Literally it goes like this 👇🏻

"YN I like you-" Atsumu

"I like you too Sumu"- you 🥰

"No like I LIKE like you"- Atsumu 😬

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 whet-

"Will you go on a date with me YN?"- Atsumu

You 👉🏻👁👄👁

Atsumu 👉🏻😃😅

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 you sure?

Please YN, the man pulls you into a giant bear hug 🫂

"I'm sure"- Atsumu 🥰

You 👉🏻😳🥺 of course Sumu!

And thus begins the ship know an AtsuYN

We love that for you ❤️

You deserve to be happy YN

And thankfully Atsumu is an above average boyfriend 🥰

I can't give him too much credit guys, it's me 🤣

Anyways, your relationship is going well for the most part

You see, there's one teeny tiny issue

Well not so teeny nor tiny...

More like massive and obnoxious 🙄

Yep that's right, the Miya fan girls

Can you imagine 😒 we could never YN 💅🏼

Sure the Miya twins are cute but honestly? Literally as dumb as volleyballs

Anyways, when the girls find out about you, they honestly don't think you will last

However when they see Atsumu kissing your cheek and holding your hand, they burn with jealousy

And you, my precious angel, aren't one to deal with unwanted attention well

I mean, you've always kind of thought you weren't good enough for Atsumu 😔

It's the opposite YN but you'll find out 🙃

The bullying started out small, a couple of them leaving nasty notes in your locker

You never said anything to Atsumu, simply choosing to throw them away and try to ignore it

Then it began to escalate

These jerks would start purposely knocking your books from your hand, especially when Atsumu wasn't around

They would spill juice on your uniform and trip you, giggling as they walked away

"I wonder how Atsumu can date someone so clumsy"- they would say chuckling

You'd try to ignore them, walking away and not acknowledging them

However your bullying didn't go unnoticed because someone was always watching 👀

So one day when you were coming back from class and someone bumped into you, sending you flying and landing on your butt

A certain someone came to your rescue

"YN why do you let them do that to you? You need to tell Atsumu"- Suna said

"It-its ok Rin, they are just jealous that's all"- you say as he helps you up, grabbing your books and handing them back to you

Suna rn 👉🏻😑 YN...

"Please Rin don't tell Sumu, he doesn't need to worry about me! You guys have the spring tournament coming up and you don't need to worry about me"- you smiling

Suna just nods as you wave and walk away

Unfortunately, the fan girls only get more vicious

Not only do they ruin your uniform daily but they make your life miserable

Literally you are scared to even be alone 😔

You start to withdraw from Sumu, afraid to tell him what's wrong because you don't want to be a bother

Atsumu is so confused but you keep telling him you are busy

Suna hadn't said anything, even though he's wanted to

However one day, things finally take a horrible turn

You see, the guys are all practicing and you are headed to the gym

You've become sick of the bullying, the constant teasing, the constant crying every night

You decide it's finally time to tell Sumu

Unfortunately for you, you are stopped in your track by a gang of his fangirls

"Hey bitch- where do you think you're going?"- one of them asks

You try to dodge them but unfortunately they block you, caging you against the lockers

Lemme at em 👊🏻 two hits- I hit them, they hit the floor

*deep breath Tiffany* beating the crap out of bullies won't solve anything...

Or will it? 🤨

Do as I say kids not as I do 👏🏻

"Just leave me alone!"- You shout, tears filling your eyes

The girls laugh at you, continuing to get closer

"You really think Atsumu likes you? You're just a pity project for him!"- the leader says

You try not to listen but it's impossible

Luckily for you, a certain someone has super sonic hearing and peeks his head out see what's going on 👀👂🏻

"Just break up with him YN, that will save you the embarrassment of when he dumps you!"- the girls say, all laughing as they shove you against the lockers

Meanwhile 👀

Suna 🏃‍♂️ runs to tell Atsumu and the team

"SUMU!"- Suna

"What?"-Atsumu

"Listen I'm not one to get involved in drama-"

Please the entire team laughs 🤣

Suna rn 👉🏻😐😑

"Ok and.."- Atsumu

"YN has been getting bullied by your stupid fangirls for the last few weeks and they currently have her caged against the lockers!"- Suna

Atsumu 👉🏻😐😳😡 WHAT?!?!

He takes off, followed by Osamu, Ginjima and the rest of the team

Atsumu stops outside the gym, seeing you cowered against the lockers and crying

Ohh this man is PISSED

Like BEYOND PISSED 😤

"HEY YA PIGS!"- He screams as the girls all jump back, eyes wide

Atsumu storms up to you, grabbing you in closer as you cry in his embrace

"Sweetheart are you ok? Did they hurt ya?"- Atsumu

You can't respond, you just cry, burying your head into his chest

Atsumu holds you close, eyes blazing as he glares at the girls

Osamu, Suna, Ginjima and the team are all surrounding you

"Samu, take YN back to the gym"- Atsumu growls as Osamu wordlessly grabs you hand, dragging you towards the gym with him and Ginjima

"Sumu we weren't trying to hurt her-" the girls try and say but oof- Atsumu is like " NOT 👏🏻 TODAY 👏🏻"

None of the girls answer

"How long have you been hurting her?!" - Atsumu growls

Ugh protective, possessive men 😫

That's OK, Suna is there to fill in the gaps 💅🏼

"A few weeks now, they trip her, spill juice on her and leave her nasty notes!"- Suna, probably pulling up receipts 📱

"Sumu... she's not good for you"- one of the girls says a Atsumu completely snaps

"LEAVE YN THE HELL ALONE AND DONT YOU EVER SHOW YOUR FACES AROUND ME, YN OR THE ENTIRE VOLLEYBALL TEAM EVER AGAIN YOU STUPID COWS!" -Atsumu fuming

Honestly 👏🏻 👏🏻 we love to see it

Kita and Aran step forward

"Let's go, we are going to talk to the principal about your behavior"- they say as the girls eyes fill with tears and they start to cry

Atsumu could care less, he turns around and heads straight for the gym

When he enters, he heads straight for you

Osamu and Ginjima are sitting with you

You see Samu, standing and going to meet him half way

"Sumu I'm-"

Too bad you don't get the words out because Sumu plants a big ole kiss on your lips 🥰

He pulls away, putting his forehead against yours

"YN why didn't you tell me?"- Atsumu

"I-I didn't want to bother you"- you 😔

"YN you never bother me! I love you!"- Atsumu

You 👉🏻👁💧👄💧👁 you do???

Atsumu smiles, "Yeah I really do!"

"I love you too Sumu"- you 🥰

"God get a room!"- Osamu 🤢

Meanwhile Suna is videoing the entire thing 📱 probably tearing up 🥲

Don't worry YN, he will send you a copy later 🥰

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[juunobox]

being kolya's doll and letting him dress u up in all kinds of outfits, putting ribbons in ur hair etc but its rlly cute n fluffy :333 a bit suggestive if u dont mind<3 ty love

──★ ˙ ̟  being nikolai's dress up doll ! (nikolai gogol x gn! reader)

summary : nikolai dresses u up in a cute outfit before leaving tgt for a date warnings : suggestive themes , nikolai teases u a little note : this is kinda short LOL im sorry my brain stopped working mid way but i hope u enjoy rgardless

"Aww! Why are you so shy, my dove? Don't hide that pretty face from me~" The jester cooed, his silver hair framing his face gracefully while he gently fastened a ribbon atop your head. His touch was nimble and delicate, treating you like his cherished porcelain doll. Perched on the edge of the bed, you blushed at his continuous praises. "I knew you'd look charming in this one, too! No matter what kind of outfit I chose, you always look good in them," he commented, a sense of satisfaction apparent in his voice.

The outfit he'd selected this time was an adorable pastel combination composed of fabrics as soft as a cloud. The lower half of the attire was fluffy; adorned with multiple layers of frills underneath. The hair ribbon that Nikolai had picked for you also fits just right, infusing the look with a touch of innocence. Under Nikolai's careful selection, you feel like his living doll, dressed to please him- whatever he fancies. He couldn't resist; you looked absolutely breathtaking in every outfit he chose, leaving him greedy for more.

"Just a liittle more…" Nikolai was only inches away from you as he adjusted the ribbon, his tongue slightly sticking out in concentration. "Done! There we go! So so very beautiful, dove~!" He chimed, giving you a small round of applause before trying to step back— only to teeter unsteadily, almost losing his balance. Reflexively, he propped his knee on the edge of the bed for support, right between your thighs. You flinched, the close proximity sending a surge of warmth coursing through your body. "Oops!" His mismatched eyes widened briefly, but his playful smile remained. "Seems like I got a little carried away dressing you up!" he admitted in his usual antics, letting out a soft giggle as his eyes twinkled with mischief. "It's just that you make for a stunning model, it's hard to not admire your beauty, my pretty little bird~" He crept closer, his warm breath tickling your neck.

Your heart raced as you felt his knee moving further — brushing against your thighs, making you feel nervous. He could've easily leaned back after he nearly fell earlier, so it was clear that Nikolai was doing this on purpose to elicit a reaction from you. You cleared your throat, searching for something to say in response. "Are we leaving now, Kolya? Are you finished with the ribbons?" He nodded in response, "Just one more thing!" With that, Nikolai tilted his head back a bit, his trademark toothy grin in place as he observed you. "Let's see how everything looks on you!" Nikolai's voice then dropped into a husky tone, his grin shifting into something more intense. "...You know, on second thought..." His words trailed off; his knee now nestled right between your inner thighs while his fingers traced your waist. "Maybe we should..." You let his fingertips descend further to rest on your thighs. You shuddered at his touch, "Should…?" He couldn't help but chuckle softly, finding your reaction irresistible.

"Maybe we should have a little more fun together before we head out, I hate to make you look this lovely and not get to admire every part of it." Nikolai whispered, his hand slipping under the layers of frills beneath your attire to caress your inner thighs. His thumb starts making circular motions against your soft skin, anticipating your answer. "What do you say, dove?"

#nikolai bsd x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #nikolai x y/n #nikolai x you #nikolai bsd x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x gn reader #cw suggestive #nikolai gogol bsd

[mediocre-daydreams]

HI 🫶🏻🫶🏻 it’s the mind reader anon !! can i please request for “I’m not as good as you think I am.” X “Maybe, but you’re everything to me.” OR “nobody needs me,” x “i need you.” with bucky barnes?

YEAH SURE USING AN EMOJI DIDNT COME TO MIND BUT im gonna use this from now on 🐙

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I HAD 3 CUPS OF STRAIGHT BLACK COFFEE AND WROTE THE WEIRDEST THING I'VE EVER... EVERED. HERE IT IS!! I'M SO SCARED OF MY OWN BRAIN RIGHT NOW!! I LOVE YOU!!

the eggs benedict to your mass production

college! himbo!bucky x tutor! cynical!reader (and both of them are stupid) notes: absolute crack, it's all just infatuated bucky going from himbo to educated, emotionally mature feminist king like every other word, mutual pining, swearing, a shit ton of dialogue but it's good fucking dialogue, dramatic bucky, you're stupid, he's kind of stupid but like no, just read it and find out i swear it's worth it

w/c: 2k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. “you’re really good at this, you know,” bucky whispered, his peppermint breath caressing your face. he was tucked into your side, one elbow on the table, one arm around your chair—sure, maybe it was a bit too close to be professional, but neither of you was complaining.

“thanks,” you murmured, not bothering to glance up and meet his eye, partially because you were concentrated on the work in front of you, and partially because you knew you’d get flustered and expose your big, fat crush on the boy who’d, for some reason, was taken by you.

well, not “taken,” exactly. he wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, though both of you wished that could be true; both of you also did not realize your feelings were reciprocated. in more specific terms, he was taken, as in ‘awed by,’ your determination.

whether that be your raised hand, steady and confident in class, or the quick wit that you weren’t afraid to weaponize against anybody who dared challenge you, or even the determination you’d initially had to avoid him.

bucky knew he wasn’t exactly in your league, so to speak. your social circles might as well be different planets, but he figured you were an actual planet and he was your moon, circling around you, forever and ever trapped in your gravitational orbit. (at least, that’s the comparison he would make if he was passing physics.)

and that’s how you’d met him. you had lingered after class was dismissed to finish writing down the last of your notes, while bucky had hung back because the teacher needed to talk to him about his grades. to bucky’s delight, the refreshingly disinterested girl who would’ve never given him a second glance without necessity was the tutor that your teacher had recommended.

call him a masochist, but he loved that you treated him with just as much disdain as you treated the rest of his friends. it was… an unpopular opinion. att least, his friends—consisting of three-quarters of alpha delta theta and a little less than half the school’s men’s lacrosse team—certainly thought so.

bucky shifted in his seat, sending another wave of his cologne your way. you tried not to show how much he was affecting you, but you broke immediately when the arm he’d been resting on the back of your chair had finally snaked itself over until his fingers had settled on your shoulders. he began massaging small, slow circles into your skin, and you thought you might melt and mold yourself into the chair.

“okay, i- i think this is pretty good.” you scooted your chair away from him just an inch with reluctance; he smelled wonderful and had a warm presence and was so, so lovely… however, you were here to help him with physics, not get seduced. (though you’d obviously prefer the latter.)

a momentary flash of disappointment—or was that hurt?—crossed his face before it settled into its usual expression; in other words, he was gorgeous and he knew it.

“it’s not pretty good,” bucky took the paper from your hands with his eyebrows pinched in concentration. your stomach sank. “it’s amazing, doll. how are you- fuck, why do are you so beautiful and so, so smart? you’re killing me, here.”

you begged to differ. you were the one on the verge of combustion.

you pursed your lips to hide the embarrassingly exposing beam that threatened to escape and reveal your hopeless affinity for a man who was obviously out of your league. you wanted to hate bucky, you really, really did, but it made sense why he was able to pull whichever strings he wanted to. he was charismatic, confident, and had a way of leaving people in a dreamy, delirious daze that made them vulnerable to whatever kind of intention bucky had. he’d passed numerous classes that he had decidedly failed, slept with too many people to count—his pool was endless; male and female both—and had somehow managed to talk himself out of a suspension after he’d managed to break a window. 

so was it wrong to be wary of his advances? as far as you knew, he was still “talking” to your roommate’s ex-boyfriend’s lab partner (though it seemed as if not many words were being exchanged in their ‘conversations’) and supposedly was hooking up with the quarterback. 

but those could be rumors, your inner naive schoolgirl with a crush said. rumors have an element of truth to them, your rational side said. you interact with less than half the number of people he’s friends with, your cynical side said, and he’s only talking to you so he can go back to his theta kappa beta alpha friends and make fun of you. 

“bucky, i appreciate the… compliments, i really do. and i mean this with, uh, kindness, but don’t you think it’s a little… immature? manipulative? i don’t know, i just-”

this time, the crestfallen look on bucky’s face lingered, and it was most definitely one of hurt. “manipulative? sweetheart, i’d never manipulate you into anything, oh god no! i don’t und-”

“well, you’re always making fun of me so you can get some reaction out of me, and i don’t understand the appeal of trying to- to fluster somebody for entertainment, and maybe it makes this whole ‘tutoring session’ more interesting for you, but damn it, that’s not fair to me!” you snapped, eyes narrowed with malice.

you expected bucky to reciprocate. to hiss at you, or deny it, or make some vaguely misogynistic comment, but he just sat there, like a kicked puppy that had also been caught in the rain. he licked his lips enticingly and his eyes flickered down to… your lips? was that it? 

the gall of him, to continue to mock you even after you’d confronted him.

bucky laughed bitterly, shaking his head. his knee was bouncing and it was giving you secondhand anxiety. “i can’t- ha, i can’t believe you’d think that’s what- have i not been obvious enough? i don’t understand why- why you don’t understand. i like you, a lot, actually. i have since the first week of physics when you told the professor he was wrong and then pulled out evidence. 

“why would you think that i’m…” he looked at you incredulously, “making fun of you? if anything, you’re the one who’s teasing me! i’ve been trying to, well, yeah, i’ve been trying to get a reaction out of you so i can see if you feel the same way!

“and you always seem to do this little routine, where i’ll try and ask you out or- or tell you that you look pretty, or ask you questions about yourself and you do this fucking scrunch,” he pointed to his face, “on your nose, and it kills me. and it kills me that you always scoff at me like i’m nothing but you’re like… the whole world, or something. you’re like, the bonnie to my clyde.”

you bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling, not wanting to spoil his rant. “bonnie and clyde were serial killers,” you whispered amusedly. bucky looked at you, took a mental note, and continued without correcting himself.

“you’re the… apple to my eye. the chicken to my egg. and the… alpha theta to my kappa beta. and i think you’re incredible, i really do, but you won’t even give me the time of day. so yeah, i don’t understand why you think i’m the one manipulating you.

“there’s obviously a social power dynamic here,” bucky added, waving his hands around like that would help make his point clearer. “you’re cool and smart and people love you, and i’m like, a piece of shit, kinda. so i guess it makes sense why you don’t like me.

 but that’s beside the point. you have the dominant position in this relationship because you’re the one tutoring me; therefore, my performance relies on your decisions. you wield the power of controlling my gpa or whatnot. and did i mention that you’re smart and pretty? so basically, you’re just better than me which means in society, aka the individual social bubble that is every academic institution, you have more, um, influence than i do. you’re like, the prefect, and i’m the dude you report for breaking curfew. or you’re like, the ta, and i’m the guy whose essay you rip apart.

‘cause you’re like, shit, you’re so wow. and i’m so, wow,” he said the second bit with exaggerated sarcasm and a dramatic eye roll. “and i learned about all this in women’s studies, so if you think i’m pulling this out of my ass, go talk to bell hooks and simone de beauvoir, alright? i’m not, like, trying to manipulate you into a date or anything—not that i’d complain about getting a date, or like, just a shot, and i mean shot as in chance, not as in alcohol—i just really like you. like, like-like you.”

bucky took a deep, shuddering breath after his profession of infatuation. you gaped, probably comparable to a fish, at the frat-adjacent, notorious fuckboy, and delectable specimen of a man in front of you who also took women’s studies and also seemed to genuinely want to take you out on a date—though you weren’t particularly sure about the second one since his explanation was very long and not very easy to follow—that you’d severely misjudged.

“i-” you sputtered, for once, out of wit. “that’s so… nice.” you fiddled with the paper that the two of you had been working on. you could hear the sound of bucky’s heart shattering from where you sat. 

you hung your head in your hands, bewildered. “okay, you said you didn’t understand what i said but now i’m not understanding what you said because you’re saying i’m all… admired and intellectual and alluring and, powerful, even, but i- i’m not. bucky, i’m literally sitting in the library tutoring you on a subject i suck at because i have no other weekend plans and because i’ve been bullshitting my way through this class and the professor just so happened to eat it up.

“i don’t know what i’m doing either, bucky. i’m not- i’m not as good as you think i am. i’m… if we’re going back to that stupid chicken-egg analogy, you’re like a crowing morning rooster and i’m an egg produced by a capitalist’s hellish factory farm that’s dropped on the ground and will probably grow mold before someone cleans it up.” you paused. “oh wow, that was a way worse metaphor than yours, wasn’t it?”

bucky shook his head, a brilliant, dopey smile slowly growing on his face. “no. no, that was… so beautiful. you’re so smart,” he insisted, and it seemed like he genuinely believed it. “you think you’re some- some rotten egg, but to me, you’re an eggs benedict that’s been approved by gordon ramsey. you keep saying all these self-deprecating things and y’know, my therapist says that’s really bad for your subconscious perception of yourself and your value, and i know i just said that you’re smart but you’re actually being so stupid right now. because i think you’re really awesome. so…”

bucky swung his legs under his seat, which was really awkward because his legs were already so long that his knees were brushing the top of the table, so it looked more like he was trying to kick the table apart.

“can i kiss you?” bucky breathed, eyes scanning your face with pure adoration.

“absolutely not,” you grimaced, planting your hand on his face and pushing it away. “don’t push it. but… how does dinner at 7 tonight sound? not the cafeteria shit, i’ll take you somewhere nice. and don’t get it twisted, i’m asking you out, okay?” 

bucky nodded eagerly, going from kicked, wet puppy to newly-adopted, instagram account worthy puppy. “i- wow, thank you! wow. i’m so- yes, i will be there. should i get flowers or are you going to do the flowers thing? because i really like you a lot and i don’t want to mess this up and-”

“i’ll do the flowers. and the picking you up. and if you’re a good boy, maybe you’ll get a kiss at the end of the night. does that sound okay?”

it sounded more than okay to bucky.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[strikersexhaver]

Hello there! I’m here to send in my matchup rn! 나 자신에 대해 말해줄게!

Fandom: I’d like a romantic matchup for Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Genshin Impact, Marvel, Slashers and Avatar (don’t add me with fischl or gorou, I love them but I’ve been matched with them too much 😭 also no mimzy or the triple V’s please!)

My name is Joey but I also go by Jordan, Himawari, Rin or Magtanggol too! I’m Transgender (ftm), Aromatic, Polyamory, Unlabled, & Bisexual, I’ve been diagnosed with Autism, ADHD, Schizophrenia, BPD & OCD, im wasian (eastern european & west-southeast asian), polish, arab, flipino, scottish & russian.

personality traits (and notes): extroverted, at first awkward, shy and distant when meeting people, extremely independent, when comfortable I talk about a lot of stuff for hours, loud talker, emotions come off as sarcastic or silly (due to autism), confident, straightforward (I have a urge to correct someone of faulty information), uses “big” words, good sense of humor, playful, entertaining, optimistic, mischievous, curious(I’m nosy and I love gossip), i can be a rule breaker(sometimes I don’t mean to), dad/tharapist friend, when I go out I bring water bottles, first aid kit, chapstick(s) just in case, chill but some people would say I have some “repressed anger issues”, I get a realllyyy overractive Brain, I tend to get deep and philosophical when I’m left on my own for to long, I can be verbally aggressive when prevoked, im on the more severe of of the Autism Spectrum so I would like someone to acknowledge that and I also stim when I’m to overwhelmed when there’s a crowded place, to much lighting, etc.

things I live about myself: when someone is going through anything or needs help with anything they will call me before anyone else, i have an ugly laugh so guaranteed if i laugh someone else will as well, how much i love animals if i see a stray around my house i will adopt it immediately, if i see a stranger crying in public my eyes will not leave them alone until i get the courage to walk up to them and ask whats wrong, i am very confrontational i will always stand up for whats right no matter how scary the situation may be, how greedy i am for money but when i love someone i will spend the world on them, how excited i get for little things like when someone buys me redbull, monster, cherry pepsi or chocolate pretzels/strawberries my day cant be ruined, how in touch i am with being grateful if someone helps me in anyway or does something in general to benefit me i will never forget it, dont take people for granted, ive been told anytime someone hangs out with me that being with me feels safe and peaceful, I pay attention to the little things, how even though i dont care about plushies i have been given some and i make sure to kiss them all goodnight in case they are actually real and see what happens, if i know someone is having a hard mental health day i will clean for them/ get them icecream and be patient till they are ready to talk about it, without fail a quiet person will always be loud with me, i am the type of person who just wants people i love to be happy even if its not with me, i will always choose them i dont say i love you until i mean it i will celebrate the people i love, i am very observant if i see that someone wants something i will get it for them no matter what, i will make it my mission to compliment a stranger that looks like they are having a hard time so their day is a little better, how i say i hate kids but i will protect them with my life and im so gentle with them, I am not ashamed of what i love like anime for example even though when I was teased for it when I was little i never once hid that i loved it, even if i dont like a song that someone shows me i will be hyper while listening to it so they dont feel small and embarrassed around me, how soft i become when someone holds my hand, even though hugging makes me uncomfortable i will push past that boundary and hug someone with all my heart if they needed it, i love how hardworking i am, whether its how much i love actually working or just getting out of bed knowing how hard my mind is fighting i love how i have gotten up everyday for the past 12 years despite how challenging it is to, i am an emotional person but i will always cry for a sad scene in a movie, if i love you, you'll be seen.

hobbies: anime/manga, gaming, anthropology, pathology, zoology, music (I’m a vocaloid producer, i make odecore/breakcore/scenecore music and I make music like ATARASHII GAKKO, BABYMETAL, YOASOBI & Ado too), dancing, filmmaking, art (drawing, painting, pottery, digital art, etc), learning different instruments/languages, cosplaying, skateboarding, tabletop RPG’s, taking pictures of things that I think are pretty, collecting figurines/stuffed animals and puppetry, science/history, soccer(football)/volleyball/basketball and swim, cooking/baking, art is definitely my main hobby I dedicate a lot of time to it

likes: vocaloid/utau, k-pop/j-pop, watching documentaries/youtube, decorating my room, iced coffee, boba tea, bread, sharks, cats, cold weather, christmas, musicals, cleaning, rhythm games, being with my friends, shopping, partys, mint candles, sweet and spicy food, any asian food (japanese, korean, chinese, taiwanese, etc), the mandela catalog, your boyfriend (game), roblox(game), otome games and more!

these are some of my top kins!!:  hiyori tomoe (enstars), yoosung kim (mystic messenger), jumin han (mystic messenger), hanako (tbhk), felix kranken (twf), albedo (genshin impact), shoya ishida (a silent voice), tom (eddsworld), eridan (homestuck), karkat (homestuck), shu itsuki (enstars),miyamura izumi (horimiya), micheal afton (FNAF), lolbit (FNAF), mangle (FNAF), natsume sakasaki (enstars), sora harukawa (enstars), urumi akamaki (alice in borderland), V (mystic messenger), hagumi kitazawa (bandori), matsubara kanon (bandori), shinji ikari (neon genesis evangelion), geto suguru (jujustu kaisen), minami kotobuki (oshi no ko), lain iwakura (serial experiments lain), hajime hinata (danganronpa), mondo owada (danganronpa), blade (honkai star rail), hua cheng (TGCF), ame-chan (needy streamer overdose), k-angel (needy streamer overdose) and more....!

I'm a ENTP, 4w3 and a Aquarius

misc: I live in a mixed language house hold where I speak mostly polish and Arabic, and some Korean and Japanese, it world be nice if the person who I get can react to that lol, i know 6 languages (Japanese, Korean, Spanish, Arabic, Polish & French), clumsy; accidentally misuses slang or phrases bc i can never remember how they go (e.g. "bust this popsicle stand" instead of “blow this popsicle stand"); prone to be a bit directionless in life, tries to find comfort and humor in hard times, tries not to take life to seriously, i love dancing a lot, I do a lot of dancing like tiktok (idk I’m so sorry😭) dancing, belly dancing, dabke dancing and more.

appearance /aesthetic: 5'6 / 167.64 cm, midsize, rectangular body shape, i have a masculine and feminine face (somehow), dimple on chin, hazel eyes, wears glasses, dyed black boy hair, lots of piercings, no tattoos(I need some), for style, i wear a lot such as goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth, cyber goth, and victorian goth), gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, rokku, manba, banba, kogal, tsuyome, and kigurumi), scenemo/emo, & vkei ouji and lolita, i wear streetwear clothes mostly at home/school/work, i basically wear casual clothes too but can also pull off a kpop idol look, i also wear a lot of cool dresses and suits, i wear fishnets and combat boats/converse, but I also wear Y2K and I also dress in alternative clothing a LOT, I wear a lot of other harajuku styles such as kimono style, jirai kei, decora, mori kei, cult party kei and more but the ones highlighted are the ones I wear mostly.

TYSM!! And have a good day!

Pretty short, and cut it down to two since it’s my first matchup but-

For Hazbin I pair you with…

Angel Dust 🕷️

- For Angel, it doesn’t matter if someone is quiet in the beginning- he will find a way to talk to you.

- As well as he can tell if someone’s distant out of shyness or disgust, shyness is the first for here.

- And also, not to mention- he loves gossip, he too is also nosy.

- Drama is fun as hell!

- Also, it was confirmed he loves kids too! Admittedly, he’s the friendly irresponsible type of parent.

- He respects your hardworking grind, shit, get a better job than he ever could- slay

- It’s obvious that Angel Dust has well- a lotta issues in his life, so someone that could comfort him during low periods. Amazing for him.

- He can comfort you too in his own more goofier way, usually liking to cheer people up through jokes and comedy. But if you need space, he’ll give you it.

- He’s also into fashion, heavily, he keeps up with fashion trends and does drag himself, so he can respect any alternative style fashion!

- Plus, bring him into goth- that would be amazing for both you and him.

- Dancing is something he’s interested in as well, on the pole or off the pole. He loves it as a whole.

- You could probably teach him a lot of things in his own interests that he didn’t even realize. Which is beautiful ❤️

For Helluva Boss I pair you with…

Queen Bee (zlebub) 🐝

- Similarly to Angel Dust, just because you can be shy in the beginning- does not matter to her whatsoever

- Fashion too, that is also a thing for her, I mean look at her- boy she is into all that

- She will talk to you as long as you don’t mind, and as long as you’re willing to hear.

- Also, drama, gossip, tell her fucking everything she is dying to hear it!

- She has been with and met, talked to, a lotta people. Including those with mental health issues or disabilities, so she could definitely try to assist you if you’re having those times of need.

- Plus, she can literally sense your emotion.

- She is gonna be there for you as much as she can be

- She’s created adoption pounds for hellhound puppies, probably out of a goodness to have her people in homes or at least be situated somewhere. So she probably has a soft spot for animals alike, alongside kids.

#helluva boss #angel dust x reader #matchup #matchups #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #beelzebub #helluva boss beelza #helluva boss beelzebub #queen bee #queen be helluva boss #hb #hh #hazbin hotel angel dust #beelzebub x reader #queen bee x reader #queen beelzebub x reader #queen beelzebub

[laceyamethyst]

HELLO i am crash-landing in your inbox to declare that have ✨ BIG FEELINGS ✨ about the 2nd chapter of “he built a fire” and that i might leave an uber long comment on ao3 about all the big and small bits i absolutely loved if that’s ok, but if you’d rather i sent them here please let me know!! i stayed up last night to read it instead of going to bed early for work (and read it again anyway over breakfast, i am late, whoops 😬)

i just wanted to share/ask before i forgot

- i was kinda bummed you unalived i mean fired Brian off camera so easily, i wanted him to try reprimanding Oscar for his hilarious, politely sassy - but very public - comments during the Qatar GP and for Lando to come swooping to his defence 🫣 idea? maybe a leftover Brian Lackey? we all know Lando would throw hands the first chance he gets to defend Oscar

- also, imagine the Mexican GP in this universe - more importantly, the 5 F2 rookies driving in FP1 and your lore about how F2 drivers all look up to Oscar? Fred would be normal about it but imagine just 4 wide-eyed eager puppies following Oscar around and Lando just going full caveman banging pots and pans hollering in the town square declaring “THAT ONE MINE NO TOUCHY” in the background while Oscar’s just ☺️ ‘it’s really great to have them here’

- i was done with those two points but then i remembered Oscar inviting Lewis to an RC-car race after his win in Suzuka and I just 🤯 ??? Lewis IRL is so hugely supportive of the LGBTQI+, I just can’t help imagine how he’d fit in the Mission universe (accidental reluctant relationship guru? ‘don’t make the same mistakes i did?’)

thank you for your consideration i will now go back to floating on cloud nine after chapter two 💗 have a spectacular week, you deserve it after making mine so awesome ❤️

oh my goodness, this was just... the nicest most wholesome wonderful thing to wake up to?!? thank you SO much, you have no idea how happy it makes me that you enjoyed the fic 🥺

firstly, i would absolutely love to hear any and all thoughts you have about that chapter because it fills me with so much joy to see which parts of my fics readers like most (and it also helps me decide what plot points to focus on next)! so please feel free to comment away on here or on ao3, and never ever worry about it being too long

and secondly, serious question: are you in my brain?! because, listen:

let me tell you how i had a whole dramatic ass scene planned involving a very public takedown of brian courtesy of one (1) lando norris, but i had to cut it out bc the chapter length was getting out of hand 😭. i adore your idea of oscar's qatar comments getting him in trouble and lando jumping to his defense (on live TV, perhaps? ahem)

oh please the rookies hero-worshipping oscar at the mexican gp and lando having absolutely None of it? that image is sending me

ok yeah you absolutely are in my brain because how did you know i had a whole scene planned where lewis talked to oscar after the race (bc he of course crashed into him in monza), firstly to apologize but when he realizes osc and lando just fought he was going to be all 'don't you dare let racing tear you apart you will regret it forever *cough* i still love nico *cough*.' but yes i love lewis and im trying to work him into a future mission fic!

i'm sorry for this very long and unhinged response, i'm truly vibing with these ideas and am super appreciative of you taking the time to share them with me 🧡

#this was truly the sweetest thing to wake up to #thank you sm lovely 🧡

[dstmaxwell]

AHHAJVDKASJNS IM REALLY GLAD YOU LIKE MY SILLY AU! I would draw something for it but 1) art block hates me, and 2) tumblr still won't let me send images. That being said I have more thoughts. Generally I don't think the parasites in the au switch bodies very often, they use whichever one they we laid in as an egg p much forever unless it's irreparably damaged. With that in mind while I don't think Wilson would be going around body-snatching people (he can't control a living body anyway) he could absolutely just crawl in somebody's ear and chill in their cranium. Like imagine Maxwell early in the morning wondering why Wilson's still in bed when Wilson(bug) crawls out of his ear and when he gets back to his own body he's like "hey- Stop screaming that was me! Hey did you know-" and then proceeds to ramble about the human brain for ten minutes while Maxwell just stands there horrified. Wilson is still a nerd I think, he'd be really interested in the human body and would absolutely take the opportunity to study a living one now that he has the chance. Also his ass is NOT eating cucumber he's an obligate carnivore. He needs to eat at least his own weight in red meat a day, preferably human. he can eat other meat but it upsets his stomach, esp. white meat like birds or fish. And he can eat veg and stuff in small amounts but it's likely to make him sick. My silly high-maintenance freak <3

-Rexcake

AW I LOVE THAT 😭😭 too bad Maxwell is an adult now cuz if he was still in school he’d force Wilson to help him cheat LMAOO his freak boyfriend who is a freak

Imagine a day where he couldn’t find someone to eat so he’s like please oh please cut off your finger so I can eat it… come on Maxxy…don’t be a bad boyfriend….

#from rexcake #parasite au

[enochscribbles]

Hii!! I hope your well!! I wanted to send in a matchup if that’s okay with you, if they are closed I apologize, I’m not sure if there open or not so I’m guessing I’ll send it in, here I go!

Fandom: Can I have a romantic male matchup for danganronpa 1 and 3 please?

My name is Jaxrel but I also go by Himawari, Rin, Eden or Luke too! I’m Transgender (ftm), Aromatic, Polyamory, Unlabled, & Bisexual, I’ve been diagnosed with Autism, ADHD, Schizophrenia, BPD & OCD, im wasian (eastern european & west-southeast asian), polish, arab/middle eastern, flipino, scottish & russian.

personality traits (and notes): extroverted, at first awkward, shy and distant when meeting people, extremely independent, when comfortable I talk about a lot of stuff for hours, loud talker, emotions come off as sarcastic or silly (due to autism), confident, straightforward (I have a urge to correct someone of faulty information), uses “big” words, good sense of humor, playful, entertaining, optimistic, mischievous, curious(I’m nosy and I love gossip), i can be a rule breaker(sometimes I don’t mean to), dad/tharapist friend, when I go out I bring water bottles, first aid kit, chapstick(s) just in case, chill but some people would say I have some “repressed anger issues”, I get a realllyyy overractive Brain, I tend to get deep and philosophical when I’m left on my own for to long, I can be verbally aggressive when prevoked, im on the more severe of of the Autism Spectrum so I would like someone to acknowledge that and I also stim when I’m to overwhelmed when there’s a crowded place, to much lighting, etc.

things I love about myself: when someone is going through anything or needs help with anything they will call me before anyone else, i have an ugly laugh so guaranteed if i laugh someone else will as well, how much i love animals if i see a stray around my house i will adopt it immediately, if i see a stranger crying in public my eyes will not leave them alone until i get the courage to walk up to them and ask whats wrong, i am very confrontational i will always stand up for whats right no matter how scary the situation may be, how greedy i am for money but when i love someone i will spend the world on them, how excited i get for little things like when someone buys me redbull, monster, cherry pepsi or chocolate pretzels/strawberries my day cant be ruined, how in touch i am with being grateful if someone helps me in anyway or does something in general to benefit me i will never forget it, dont take people for granted, ive been told anytime someone hangs out with me that being with me feels safe and peaceful, I pay attention to the little things, how even though i dont care about plushies i have been given some and i make sure to kiss them all goodnight in case they are actually real and see what happens, if i know someone is having a hard mental health day i will clean for them/ get them icecream and be patient till they are ready to talk about it, without fail a quiet person will always be loud with me, i am the type of person who just wants people i love to be happy even if its not with me, i will always choose them i dont say i love you until i mean it i will celebrate the people i love, i am very observant if i see that someone wants something i will get it for them no matter what, i will make it my mission to compliment a stranger that looks like they are having a hard time so their day is a little better, how i say i hate kids but i will protect them with my life and im so gentle with them, I am not ashamed of what i love like anime for example even though when I was teased for it when I was little i never once hid that i loved it, even if i dont like a song that someone shows me i will be hyper while listening to it so they dont feel small and embarrassed around me, how soft i become when someone holds my hand, even though hugging makes me uncomfortable i will push past that boundary and hug someone with all my heart if they needed it, i love how hardworking i am, whether its how much i love actually working or just getting out of bed knowing how hard my mind is fighting i love how i have gotten up everyday for the past 12 years despite how challenging it is to, i am an emotional person but i will always cry for a sad scene in a movie, if i love you, you'll be seen.

hobbies: anime/manga, gaming, anthropology, pathology, zoology, music (I’m a vocaloid/regular producer, i can rap, i make odecore/breakcore/scenecore music and I make music to similar artists I like, dancing, filmmaking, art (drawing, painting, pottery, digital art, etc), learning different instruments/languages, cosplaying, skateboarding, tabletop RPG’s, taking pictures of things that I think are pretty, collecting figurines/stuffed animals and puppetry, science/history, soccer(football)/volleyball/basketball and swim, cooking/baking, art is definitely my main hobby I dedicate a lot of time to it

likes: vocaloid/utau, k-pop/j-pop, vkei, watching documentaries/youtube, decorating my room, iced coffee, boba tea, bread, sharks, cats, cold weather, christmas, musicals, cleaning, rhythm games, being with my friends, shopping, partys, mint candles, sweet and spicy food, any asian food (japanese, korean, chinese, taiwanese, etc), the mandela catalog, your boyfriend (game), roblox(game), otome games and more!

these are some of my top kins!!:  hiyori tomoe (enstars), yoosung kim (mystic messenger), jumin han (mystic messenger), hanako (tbhk), felix kranken (twf), albedo (genshin impact), shoya ishida (a silent voice), tom (eddsworld), eridan (homestuck), karkat (homestuck), shu itsuki (enstars),miyamura izumi (horimiya), micheal afton (FNAF), lolbit (FNAF), mangle (FNAF), natsume sakasaki (enstars), sora harukawa (enstars), urumi akamaki (alice in borderland), V (mystic messenger), hagumi kitazawa (bandori), matsubara kanon (bandori), shinji ikari (neon genesis evangelion), geto suguru (jujustu kaisen), minami kotobuki (oshi no ko), lain iwakura (serial experiments lain), hajime hinata (danganronpa), mondo owada (danganronpa), blade (honkai star rail), hua cheng (TGCF), ame-chan (needy streamer overdose), k-angel (needy streamer overdose) and more....!

I'm a ENTP, 4w3 and a Aquarius

misc: I live in a mixed language house hold where I speak mostly polish and Arabic, and some Korean and Japanese, it world be nice if the person who I get can react to that lol, i know 6 languages (Japanese, Korean, Spanish, Arabic, Polish & French), clumsy; accidentally misuses slang or phrases bc i can never remember how they go (e.g. "bust this popsicle stand" instead of “blow this popsicle stand"); prone to be a bit directionless in life, tries to find comfort and humor in hard times, tries not to take life to seriously, i love dancing a lot, I do a lot of dancing like tiktok (idk I’m so sorry😭) dancing, belly dancing, dabke dancing, I play the electric / bass guitar, piano, cello, koto, and more.

appearance /aesthetic: 5'6 / 167.64 cm, midsize, rectangular body shape, i have a masculine and feminine face (somehow), dimple on chin, hazel eyes, wears glasses, dyed black boy hair, lots of piercings, no tattoos(I need some), for style, i wear a lot such as goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth, cyber goth, and victorian goth), gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, rokku, manba, banba, kogal, tsuyome, and kigurumi), scenemo/emo, & vkei ouji and lolita, i wear streetwear clothes mostly at home/school/work, i basically wear casual clothes too but can also pull off a kpop idol look, i also wear a lot of cool dresses and suits, i wear fishnets and combat boats/converse, but I also wear Y2K and I also dress in alternative clothing a LOT, I wear a lot of other harajuku styles such as kimono style, jirai kei, decora, mori kei, cult party kei, i like wearing traditional asian dresses and more but the ones highlighted are the ones I wear mostly.

Thank you!

Hi! Took awhile bc of all the information (+ taking a break on my part), but here it is, I hope it’s ok!! Thank you for the request and being so detailed /gen

I decided to write one overall matchup for both games, and then two shorter ones for each one individually, if that makes sense

Overall, I'd match you with Korekiyo Shinguji!

First of all, Kiyo may come off as creepy or unlikeable, but he has a lot of affection for humanity and, healing from what his sister did, would absolutely find himself with an attachment for someone like you fast

You’re somewhat contrasting, as an extrovert and definite introvert, but he’d quickly pick up on your personality traits and would find conversation with you enjoyable in how animated it is

From the very start, he finds you curious

He admires your straightforwardness and confidence, though he’d grow concerned about you spending too much of yourself for others

(Sort of also, if not the therapist friend, calm/older brother friend lol)

Korekiyo loves listening to you talk – you’re so bright, and he finds your level of attention and care toward others very beautiful

Similarly, he’d gladly go on and on about any area of anthropology you wanted to hear about, and a few he just thinks you’d find intriguing, sharing information is an expression of affection for him

And he'd be pleased if you were curious about his field of study

He’d take the utmost care to make sure you were always alright, taking special note of the neurodivergencies you’re comfortable telling him about and putting time aside for research on them (though I can’t guarantee he wouldn’t get sidetracked with diagnoses through the ages across different cultures…but he’s definitely trying)

He’d absolutely accommodate anything you needed and, being the kind of person whose thoughts tend to stray in social situations, would pay attention to whether you’re okay when there are people around or in conversation, maybe more attention to the conversation itself (does that sentence make sense? I hope so)

Reacts to you caring about/complimenting strangers or looking after animals with a mix of surprise and respect, though, human empathy is a concept deeply entwined with anthropology, which he’d probably relate to you afterwards

He would feel safe around you and perhaps able to participate in things that would have seemed completely closed off to him otherwise – even simple stuff like going out to get food, going to a zoo or aquarium, he appreciates your presence deeply and he’d pretty much absorb everything you say, too

He pays careful attention and once he figures out you like receiving them he’d get you chocolate pretzels or strawberries or other snacks – he’d be really hesitant because gift giving, outside of anthropology related items and stuff, is really not his world especially what you like, but if you reacted well he’d keep doing it whenever he remembered

(Has a certain distaste for some food/is picky though so you might get some weird things influenced by his own tastes lol)

Listens carefully if you explain a philosophical/existential thought you had and would return another one taking it completely seriously, whether you had been serious or not

He’d also be very interested in your own hobbies, he is flagging in his studies of modern-day media like popular anime and games so he appreciates every tiny thing you tell him about or show him

Even if he has no interest in the activity, he’d love to be around while you do it

Filmmaking, dancing and taking pictures, he’d all have a lot to talk about and is intrigued by them

As a slight side tangent, Korekiyo would so want to go to galleries with you

And he’d have lengthy discussions with you about music- the virtuality of vocaloid and the like is admittedly foreign to him, but honestly, it’d be kind of endearing to see his confusion over it lool

Basically, he’d be delighted with your cultural world, especially how creative it is, and take genuine interest in the things that you like and what you enjoy

Also!! Languages! I hc Kiyo can speak multiple himself, so he enjoys exchanging words with you in different languages, and seems to have an endless supply of questions and remarks for the ones you don’t share

Basically…he finds it wonderful and will literally never let go of the fact that you know so many (and will occasionally come to you with translation questions related to his work, and also sometimes because he likes to hear you talk in those languages and wants to experiment with how you’ll say the words)

Would politely correct mistaken slang, idioms et cetera, might be slightly pained at continual misuse but he eventually lets it go. he’s…very dramatic about it. sorry

Finds your goth and Harajuku styles in particular anthropologically interesting, but also, actually has a good eye for fashion and his own style has a lot in common with yours! He’ll have very artistic compliments in mind but it might take you bugging him for him to actually say them

And if you had a day you felt dysphoric, he’s the kind of person who would clearly and genuinely state that you’re a boy and every tiny detail about you he found beautiful until you felt even a slight bit better, that’s all

Game-specific matchups under the cut

I’d also match you with Kaito Momota! Kiyo's still first, but I get it if you'd prefer someone more similar to you, so!

Super different to Korekiyo, but if you want someone who can match your energy, Momota’s your guy

Kaito is passionate, energetic, absolutely set on his dreams and would completely respect and deeply admire how you look after others, are stubborn/confrontational about what you believe, and just how you exist

He’d pay back that attention and every favour you do for other people tenfold and would absolutely always hype you up if you needed it

You’re both loud talkers and very optimistic/hopeful people, aand he’d encourage any rule breaking you ended up doing as long as you had a good reason and probably join you

Kaito would be a lot of fun to be around, even if he'd call you a sidekick despite any protests you might have

He also admires you a lot, essentially, and you get on well for how similar you can be at times

He randomly got you a pretzel and now literally whenever he can, he’ll give you snacks he got from vending machines until you have too many- though he would probably emphatically tell you how bad energy drinks are for you, an astronaut has to be healthy and in good shape, after all

He’s surprisingly fast at understanding people and would notice you stimming and ask if you wanted to go somewhere quieter/not as bright/etc, but a lot of stuff you’d have to explain directly

Really bad at video games, I think. Just. Terrible in my headcanon. But would game with you as long as you didn’t mind lol, the kind of person to talk himself up and then figuratively fall flat on his face

Goes all out for Christmas I think-

Enthusiastic about musicals and honestly anything even if he doesn’t know much about it

Always really attentive about the stuff you like and returns your energy when talking about stuff you’re passionate about

He sorta gives off the impression he knows 1 language and barely, but he can speak English, Japanese and Russian fluently, so almost treats it as a challenge that you know 6, jokingly trying to catch you out

Your style is so cool to him, however he will always flaunt his starry jacket as the only fashion item to ever count

To be prone to be a bit directionless is really strange to him, so he'd really want to find something for you to chase,, good luck convincing him off it

And in DR1, I would match you with Chihiro Fujisaki!

So, Chihiro is pretty closed-off/shy as a person, you would bring him out of his shell considerably

Has a lot of admiration for your confidence and how you don’t hide what you love even if teased for it, to some extent you’re someone he’d want to be like

I think you’d sort of be able to bring him up to your level of energy in a way no one else could, and he’d ramble about computers a lot to you

Chihiro would love how you sort of give the world to people you care about and want to do the same for you

He would melt finding out how you treat the plushies you’ve been given

And he’s really happy you care for animals, he gets worried seeing them hurt or neglected

I imagine he’s not super used to physical affection so you wouldn’t need that as a basis of your relationship if you don’t want to hug people! (though I do hold the belief he'd catch your hand one time when really excited about something without thinking and then fluster seeing your reaction)

Definitely familiar with vocaloid and UTAU, gets almost as excited looking at your creations and discussing which you like as he does with computers and programming

Super bashful if you ever invited him out for iced coffee or boba tea

Honestly imo he’s the kind of person to make a catalogue of the food you like, would die if you ever found out about it but either way he’ll always remember your preferences and without even having to ask get you mint candies, for example

He doesn’t know a lot about art but he'd find yours amazing and actually finds talking about it super interesting

He’d think you knowing a lot of languages was so cool

and that's it

Also, hey, if you’re curious: in DR2 I’d match you with Hajime Hinata

Oh, and it’s been ages since I really interacted with DR1, so I hope the matchup for that one is okay and I didn’t get any blaring details wrong.

#matchup #danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa killing harmony #writing requests #hey himawari in the least weird way possible i sort of love how you wrote the ask #just the way you talk about yourself in such a bright way and seem to care for others so much #and you kin albedo?? prince (complimentary) #yeah anyway sorry for the wait #and i hope the matchups were all ok #they might be kind of all over the place but in my defense. um . runs