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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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hmm for the hc request how about shy football player!reiner and nerd!reader meeting in college because of a shared class? I would think he would be so shy to talk to her because shes sooo sweet and pretty and thick. and he doesnt want to drive her away because of the popularity being a football player.

omg this is literally how I imagine him being! like this is so adorable 🥺

!football player reiner, one of the most popular guys on campus and the star quarterback of the college football team is extremely well liked and loved by the ladies. Despite this, he is very shy and anxious. So he doesn’t talk much.

!football player reiner, who rarely paid attention to anyone because his social anxiety was through the roof first saw you in his math class and couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He was enamored because you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

considering that he had cheerleaders and sorority girls practically throwing themselves his way, it was a bit of a shock as to why he would be fixated on you but with those cute kinky curls, round glasses on that pretty face, big doe brown eyes and gorgeous dark complexion. Not to mention the jiggle that your stacked features done when you walked out of the classroom…it was his dream. But you’d probably never know that!

!football player reiner, who’s struggling in class seeks out a tutor to avoid losing his spot on the team but he’s too scared to ask for help.

“I’d be more than happy to help you, Reiner.”

shocked to learn that you’re the math tutor and comforted all the same. Only problem is, not freezing up when he speaks! Which is impossible when he gets close to you.

!football player reiner, who’s face is literally plastered all over the campus and the tv every Saturday is blushing like a schoolgirl as he sits across from you. You can’t figure out why he’s being so quiet but you try to push your own boundaries and speak first.

you ask him if he’s okay and if he’s ready to start? Mans starts stuttering and laughing all nervously. The sound of your sweet, innocent voice is driving him crazy. He wants to talk but he’s so afraid of embarrassing himself and saying the wrong thing.

“I-uh. Yes. I’m ready to start. Sorry, I’m just a little nervous.”

“The school quarterback nervous? Please, you’re probably just saying that. No need to be shy around someone like me.”

!football player reiner, who loves downplaying his popularity swears that he’s no big deal and that he’s just glad you decided to help a dummy like him.

“Aww, don’t speak about yourself like that! You’re really smart, we just all need help sometimes and that’s okay. You’ll pass this test in no time, I promise.”

literally this man wants to melt hearing you talk to him like that.

eventually though, he’s able to get through the session and you’re able to teach him a lot. As does the next five or so before your next exam.

he loves stealing glances of you; just staring in awe of your beauty as you explain away equations and formulas. You’re just so damn pretty, he can’t help himself.

!football player reiner, who could be at practice, a party with his teammates or in a room full of Barbie dolls wouldn’t care in the slightest about any of them because you’re on the front of his mind. That smile, that cute laugh and pretty face..it’s all he thinks about!

!football player reiner, who thanks to your help, passes his test with flying colors and he’s so relieved!

!football player reiner, who immediately comes find you to tell the good news and say thanks is a blundering mess when he sees the adorable outfit you’re wearing that day and your makeup done.

“I just uh—wanted to say thank you..for helping me. I appreciate it so much.”

totally just stands there all nervous, still not finished but unable to get his words out to ask you the question he’s been dying to: which is would you get coffee or go to lunch with him as a token of gratitude.

“Is that what you were trying to ask me? That’s so sweet, thank you Reiner!”

he’s so expecting you turn him down because he knows how people are and would think that the two of you shouldn’t be in the same vicinity.

“Of course I’ll go, I’d like that a lot.”

mans heart is about to beat out of his chest thinking about it but he’s so happy you accepted. Smiling like he’s just hit the lottery.

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straykidsnerd255 · 4 months

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Hi! Sorry to bother, but can I request a match-up for Saint Seiya Lost Canvas if you still make them?

I am female, average height, more on the softer side in terms of body type. Not overweight, but not exactly fit either.

I have straight brown hair in a short bob with a side bang, and big, doe-like brown eyes. My complection is pale.

I'm an Aquarius Sun, Scorpio Moon, Taurus Rising and Pisces Venus. I'm also an INFP.

As for my personality, I'd describe myself as a calm and collected person, someone who isn't afraid to be in charge of things and make things done when needed, even when I'd prefer not to.

I'm also an artsy person, since I like to write, draw and sing pretty often. I also have a PhD in Arts, and want to work in the field of creative writing.

Lately I've been facing a lot of personal problems (I will not go into details) that made me a bit harsher on the outside, and I don't trust people easily, even tho I try to be friendly with everyone. This experience has made me realize that being a bit egoistic isn't totally wrong, tho.

Overall, I'd say I'm a determined, indipendent and mature person, with a knack for daydreaming and creativity.

Sorry for the long message, thank you in advance if you will answer the request, and sorry if there are any errors in this, but I'm not an english native speaker (I'm from Italy)

Thank you for your time 💕

Of course, I still do match-ups! Sorry, this came out soooo late! I just had no desire to write anything. So I hope this makes up for that!

I match you with LEO REGULUS

He is an absolute sunshine and will do anything to make sure you are well taken care of. He loved everything about you. The good and the bad. When you are having a bad day and you are just not in the mood to do anything but sit on the couch, he is by your side and holding your hand in his. He starts listing off everything that he loves about you and then starts making sappy remarks to see the smile on your lips tug-free. When something happens and you don’t want to tell him, he doesn’t push you for details. He will simply pull you into his chest and runs his fingers through your hair, telling you that everything will be okay and that we will always stay by your side.

When you are drawing or painting or coloring or anything really, he is sitting near and watching you with big doe eyes. He’s always complimenting you and telling you how much he loves everything about it. He will go into detail about how much he loves your artwork and won’t let you downplay anything.

“Darling, you should showcase your art. People would love to see it.” He is down bad for you and will shout it to the world. He is very in tune with you as well. If you don’t want to be somewhere, he is taking your hand in his and walking away from wherever you both are and will ask where you would rather be. If you both are at a party and you tug on his shirt and ask if you can go home, he is swiftly saying his goodbyes to his friend and walking out with you.

Expect lots of cuddles with Regulus. Because you are on the softer side, he loves to cuddle with you. You are now his pillow and he will cuddle up to you whenever he gets the chance. He is such a sweetheart when he cuddles with you too. He will ask if you are comfortable with him cuddling you all the time. When you tell him that you love cuddling with him, he sets a time every day that you both just stay at home and cuddle. He loves it when you can let go of everything and just smile brightly.

He is also the definition of ‘Touch her and you die” to anyone who doesn’t respect your wishes. Regulus is a golden retriever boyfriend but will become a bodyguard if he has to. His favorite thing about you is your smile; how it brightens up your entire face and always makes him smile just as brightly. He finds it calming when you both are just outside the Leo house watching the others race around, birds chirping, and the summer air warming you all. He especially loves it when you are in the middle of writing or drawing and he hears you mumble something to yourself. He’s so in love with you that it isn’t even funny.

#anon #requested #female reader #saint seiya #saint seiya lost canvas #one-shot #enjoy #Leo Regulus

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heart-stomper · 3 years

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Unspoken Trust, Unspoken Fears

Gathering my thoughts on Sasha and Marcy’s dynamic before S3 proves me wrong shows us what’s going on with these two.

It’s time to look at The Dinner and Battle of the Bands, and then use it as a guide to read the room in True Colors.

No worries! You just gotta speak their language. - Sasha, Reunion

Or in this case, know when to stay quiet.

Sasha gets really really frustrated this episode. Like, so bad, that if that Volcakeno didn’t erupt, she might have been the one to end the friendship. Even Marcy and Grime couldn’t calm her down. But that’s the thing, before this point, they were the only ones to get through to Sasha without provoking her.

Grime keeps Sasha in line; she rolls her eyes and is clearly annoyed every time she has to hold herself back, but her willingness to keep it cool shows she ultimately agrees with Grime’s plan and sees it as the best path to success. When Marcy chimes in, it’s with a helpful answer to Sasha’s question. She reminds Sasha of why they stopped Doing Thing by explaining how their plan failed. She avoids judging Sasha for it, and frames it as the repercussions of their actions, as a group. Marcy is on Sasha’s side, so Sasha doesn’t put up any defenses. When Sasha decides to avoid arguing with Anne however, it isn’t for Anne. It’s for the plan, for her and Grime.

Marcy has enough faith in Sasha to believe she’d never want to purposefully hurt Anne, but is careful about broaching the subject. Sasha feels attacked very easily, and will quickly trivialize or downplay things if she feels the other person is being unreasonable or doesn’t ‘get’ her.

And that is the only time Marcy speaks up besides The Big Argument. She only jumps into actual conflicts if things get too heated. Otherwise, she just lets Sasha do her thing, and lets Anne argue with Sasha... sort of.

This isn’t collaboration. It’s a hostile takeover. Why do things always have to be your way?

Now, for the bait and switch. Let’s talk about Marcy’s behavior in Day at the Aquarium and New Wartwood, and Sasha’s in Toadcatcher and Barrel’s Warhammer… while tying it all back to Battle of Bands!

You didn’t tell me you were writing a song! Let’s do it! I mean, if that’s okay with you, Sasha.

In A Day at the Aquarium, Marcy’s first instinct to Anne saying she’s going back with the Plantars is to make a plan. To show that it isn’t actually what will benefit Anne’s Goals. She doesn’t even consider opening up as an option, and avoids saying anything that could cause conflict. New Wartwood, Marcy tries to chat with the citizens of Wartwood and get to know them. But when that doesn’t work, she decides that impressing them with her knowledge and usefulness is bound to make them like her. It has to.

It does seem simpler.

Trying to win people over by claiming a plan is of mutual interest and necessary, carefully choosing which words to use, viewing relationships as a puzzle to be solved… this isn’t the sort of thing Marcy needs to do to get along with someone like Anne. It’s how Marcy copes with Sasha. Sasha lashes out and belittles bad ideas. Sasha has to be convinced the plan benefits her, suits her. Vulnerability and love aren’t enough to make her care, so Marcy does what she can to prove she’s worth being around. She might even sometimes wonder if Sasha actually likes her, or just likes what she can do for her. She rather not find out.

Whenever she’s afraid of people not liking her, or is worried that she’ll lose them, she dives right into those bad habits. She can give her opinions, but they aren’t supposed to get in the way of what Sasha wants. She’s supposed to say “That’s amazing! What do you think Sash’?” not “Let’s do it!”

Listen. There’s another reason why I’ve been training so hard. To protect the one person I know I can count on right now. You. You’re right, I already lost one friend. I’m not about to lose another. - Sasha, Toadcatcher

In Toadcatcher, there’s that scene, where Sasha looks at the BFF picture and the wind cuts off Anne for a second so it’s just her and Marcy. This is where Sasha is at. Anne might have rebelled, but when Sasha reunites with Marcy? Oh, she’ll show Anne, one way or another. They’ll get her back (like, joining the team or revenge wise, depending on Sasha’s mood.)

Listen here you buffoon! What’s it gonna take to prove that you should follow us? - Barrel’s Warhammer

Aaaand Sasha freaks out royally when she learns the two are alone together and doing just fine. On some level, she fears Anne and Marcy “getting along without her” because it means they might decide they don’t actually need her to make plans; that she isn’t necessary to have fun. In the The Sleepover to End All Sleepovers, we see that isn’t as big a catastrophe as Sasha seems to think it’d be. As time goes on, the girls do gain a healthier relationship to their feelings about Sasha, but that doesn’t mean they’d want her gone even if they don’t need her there. But Sasha doesn’t know that, she doesn’t even consider it till reuniting in The Third Temple. All she knows for now, is that she can be a bit... much... so if she isn’t in control, if her way isn’t “the best”, why would Marcy put up with her either?

Listen. If things get too wild out here, just give me a signal and I’ll call the whole thing off.

For sure, teach it to us Anne.

Every Sasha plan starts with an empty reassurance. So much of Sasha’s dialogue follows a pattern where she says stuff like “we’ll call it off” (she did not call it off) and “for sure, I don’t mind” (she did mind) that it could be it’s own game. Sasha talks the talk, until it gets in the way of what she wants.

Sorry guys, but we’re way to close to bail. I am not going back empty-handed.

It’s good. I just have a few tiny notes that I think could make it even better. ... Boom! Fiixed it!

If they just follow her lead and let her fix it, everything will work out. They should believe in her and trust her. After all...

That’s not true! Besides, we did it. ... You’re not actually gonna throw this all away are you?

I just wanted all of us to succeed. I was just being a good friend. Why couldn’t they see that?

It all worked out, right? Percy and Braddock made it out okay even if she didn’t follow through on her promise. They won, she’s reliable. But of course, Sasha lost something more important than their belief in her abilities, she lost their trust. In Battle of the Bands however, Sasha recognizes that Anne and Marcy don’t want to follow her ambitions and will be pushed away by them just like Percy and Braddock were. So she takes it upon herself to end things, accepting that she’s lost.

Sorry it took so long.

Except this time, she manages to realize that maybe “what she wants” is to be there for her friends. Sasha’s finally had the space to relax and really think about what she wants, at least a little. This isn’t a real battle after all. Doing things her way all the time isn’t as important as she thought. Maybe she should trust in her friends more. A change of pace isn’t “wrong”, just different. It’s fun.

Sorry we lost, Sash’.

Just like Percy and Braddock, Marcy knows Sasha is capable. She understands that Sasha just wants the team to succeed. That’s why she apologizes when Grime beats them in the competition. She wants Sasha to know she appreciates what she did, but keeps it a bit indirect. She gets Sasha probably didn’t want to push them away. Marcy tried to catch herself and back Sasha up, but when Sasha had her argument with Anne, she stayed quiet. She couldn’t bring herself to go against Anne.

That was ultimately for the best, as Sasha learned a valuable lesson. Except... She’s in too deep with the rebellion to back out now. This is the episode she’d spill the truth and give up on the whole thing, except... Grime. A part of her knows leaving would make Grime her enemy. She can’t risk that. So, she keeps going with the plan. She decides she’ll somehow win it all back. Because the thing she’s actually most afraid of, is losing another friend.

Sorry things got a little crazy back there. You guys good? ... Sheesh, don’t be a sore loser. Look, I’m gonna stay here and get this toad regime off the ground, but I can totally send you two home if you want. Or, you can stick around and give me a hand! So what’d’ya say?

Sasha’s final offer; the last chance she’s giving the girls to stop acting weird and go back to being her obedient friends who do what she wants. Sasha lost at Toad Tower, but now she’s won. So Anne should go back to normal, she’s supposed to, like some unspoken “rule”.

And Marcy is supposed fall back in line too. The offer and apology are just as much a plea directed at her. Sasha’s trying to be generous, in her own awkward way. She has bit her tongue so far. She’s thrown a temper tantrum or two, but she hasn’t been this forward in asking Marcy for help till now. She wants Marcy to say that everything’s okay. Make it clear she doesn’t think she’s the bad guy, and that she forgives her and wants to be there for her. That they’re on the same page again. She wants Marcy to help make Anne look overly dramatic and silly for making such a big deal of all this. Sure, if Anne figures that out by herself, that’d be great, but if Marcy could just speak up.

But she doesn’t. Of course she doesn’t.

Marcy’s too busy worrying about Anne’s reaction. Knowing that she’ll be upset about this. She doesn’t dare side with Sasha, and is disappointed and betrayed that she actually did something like this. Marcy already has her own secret plans, so when she finally tries to calm things down, all she can give is a non-descript “we can still fix this”. And then, she’s once again shocked when she sees Sasha threaten Anne and the Plantars. Seeing Sasha act so willing to actually hurt people rather than just push them around... it finally hits her just how serious “tried to kill them” was. And of course, losing Anne or being sent home with her would completely mess up her own plans.

Sasha’s isn’t a vulnerable person. She’ll go on about loving her friends if it makes her look good, but she actively avoids doing anything that could be seen as “weak”. She wouldn’t dare ask Marcy to drop Anne and choose her. If Marcy isn’t speaking up, she can take the hint. She still isn’t on her side, and so she gets sent to the dungeon along with the rest of them.

Marcy accepts that Sasha has become an obstacle, but a part of her still hopes the three of them can work through all this. If they do things her way, nobody has to get hurt. She'll figure out a way hold everything together, fix everything, like always.

And then Andrias betrays her.

Yeah, what plan?

Sasha stops talking once she realizes what’s going on. Quietly fuming as Marcy explains herself. The music box, the suggestion to take it back to Andrias... that wasn’t Marcy being the sweet, supportive friend who Sasha thought she could always rely on, who believed in her... that was Marcy using her. It was never going to become their plan; Marcy never trusted her and was actively working against her. Sasha lost Anne, and she never had a chance at getting Marcy back, either.

Sasha smacks Marcy away when she desperately tries to justify herself. She doesn’t want to hear it anymore. She’s furious that Marcy thinks they could be friends after something like this, after she’s manipulated them and claimed it was for their sakes. This whole time, her goal had been avoiding the move with her parents. And coming here has only torn them apart even worse.

Marcy reaches out to both girls. And when Sasha rejects her, she clings to Anne, hoping at least she’ll find it in her to forgive her. That she’ll understand she cares about them even if she messed up. Marcy knows they’d probably never pick her over their families or ambitions, so she told herself this place offered those things too. Made them all better people. But as she says her excuses out loud, she can’t find a single one that feels right. She was just afraid of losing them, and now, she’s managed to hurt them on top of that.

But the thing is. After all that. Despite how betrayed and hurt and angry Sasha was, she looks like this:

Sasha realizes this must be exactly how Anne felt about her betrayal. It isn’t just an abstract “hurt” or “bad thing” anymore. She can also sympathize with how Marcy feels and why she did it, at least a little. She can’t imagine being able to forgive this, and yet... when she looks to Anne with that apologetic look, she isn’t just hoping Anne will forgive her. She’s also asking for permission to forgive Marcy. Pleading that they all still have a chance to move past this together.

#implying toadcatcher is subtextually about Marcy #naturally these are all just my assumptions and guesses #jottin down theories and observations #and often the tone is 'what sasha thinks' or 'what marcy thinks' rather than a birds eye opinion on the situation #anne gets through to sasha and marcy with a mixture of vulnerability and honesty #it sometimes backfires and they still tend to hide a lot of their feelings #but standing her ground and finding herself really did inspire others too #sasha seems to trust marcy even if anne's messed the group dynamic up #so I wrote this under the assumption she's paying more attention to anne because well #anne is the one who 'betrayed' her #she doesn't need to worry about marcy (so she thinks)#sasha also seems to think she's 'manipulating' and 'convincing' her friends when she's simply invoking fear in them #because while she does like control the idea of them not sincerely adoring her screws her up #sasha and marcy both seem to get into these situations where they feel helpless #where their plans are 'the only option'#and they become so focused on it they fail to realize what they're sacrificing in the process #sasha straight up refuses to believe grime's warnings that she'll push people away #and marcy is desperate and doesn't think she has anyone to rely on except andrias #while marcy probably does play the game to get sasha to do what she wants sometimes #I kinda love how they've deconstructed the whole concept of a 'leader'#neither of them are really 'in control'#they're just needlessly overcomplicating their friendship #learning marcy knows how to play sasha does explain why she falls so easily into the lieutenant role though #sasha really takes other people's plans and goes 'our plans <3' haha #amphibia #sasha waybright #marcy wu #amphibia spoilers

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hearts-hunger · 3 years

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say it again when we’re sober || frankie morales x reader

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Summary: High off your asses and half-asleep watching Deep Space Nine, you and Frankie say some things you might not have said sober - but that doesn’t make them any less true.

Pairings: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Reader, College AU

Genre: Fluff, smut, idiots to lovers

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Drug use, making out, fingering (be safe smoking the devil’s lettuce, kids), perhaps boring amounts of consent-talk (but is there really such a thing? consent is so sexy)

A/N: Yeah so I got high and somebody had Star Trek on and I let my imagination run wild. I’m pretty proud of this one, though - I think it’s hot and really soft. Also, I know this isn’t a Frankie gif, but since it’s a college au I wanted him to look a little younger :) Enjoy!

One second. Omw.

You stuffed your phone in your pocket after reading his text and looked through the grating in the security door, your arms crossed over your chest against the cold. It seemed like Frankie was taking his sweet time coming from his dorm to let you into his building, and you shifted from one foot to another to try and generate a little heat.

He came through the inside door a minute later, grinning like an idiot when he saw you; you tried to ignore the butterflies you always felt when he smiled at you. He opened the security door for you and ushered you inside with a gallant wave.

“Sorry it took forever, Santi almost set the whole place on fire trying to make popcorn.”

You gave him an exasperated smile as you walked with him down the corridor towards his dorm. “Great. So it smells like burnt popcorn?”

He smirked. “Not for long.”

“Wait.” You grabbed the sleeve of his hoodie and pulled him to a stop.

He raised a brow. “What?”

“We’re not gonna - ” You looked around and were satisfied to see an empty hallway, but still lowered your voice. “- smoke inside, are we?”

He looked amused at your worry. “Yeah, why not? I thought you wanted to smoke.”

You punched his shoulder and gave a begrudging smile when he laughed.

“Shut up,” you said. “And yeah, I do, but you’re gonna get in trouble doing it inside.”

He rolled his eyes as you started walking again. “Ugh, fine. We’ll go outside if you want. But it’s gonna be cold.”

“I’ll make you some hot soup or something.”

He snorted. “Yeah, let’s get high and have soup. That sounds great.”

He held the door open for you when you reached his dorm, and you were greeted by the smell of burnt popcorn, as promised.

“Honey, I’m home,” you called, looking around for the culprit. Santi’s head poked out from the kitchen and gave you a wide grin.

“Hi, sunshine,” he said. “Sorry about the popcorn. I didn’t burn all of it, though.”

You went through to the kitchen as Frankie went into his room for a minute, picking out a handful of popcorn from the not-burnt bowl. “And they said college wouldn’t make you any smarter, Santi.”

He smirked. “Yeah, well, you’re the one still hanging out at our apartment on a Saturday night when you could be doing literally anything else, so who’s the real dumbass?”

You smiled. “Still you. What are you doing with your Saturday night, if you’re too fancy to spend it here?”

He leaned against the counter. “I’m going to Will and Ben’s.”

“Ah,” you said, nodding sagely. “Mario Kart.”

“Hey, you’re welcome to join,” Santi said. “Unless you’d rather be alone with Frankie.”

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively; you laughed and tried to downplay the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Yeah right,” you lied. “I’m here for his weed, not anything else.”

“Oh, are you guys smoking?” he asked. “Can I join?”

You shrugged. “Sure.”

“Only if you want to freeze to death,” Frankie called. A second later he came out of his room, holding another hoodie and the pencil case he kept his stash in.

“She’s making me take her outside to smoke,” Frankie told Santi.

Santi grimaced. “Yeah, no thanks.”

Frankie tossed you the extra hoodie he’d brought out, a soft blue thing you’d seen him wear a lot. You put it on and were practically swimming in it, but it was nice and warm and smelled like him.

“Thanks,” you said, sticking your hands in the front pocket and swinging back and forth on your heels.

He looked amused at your enjoyment of his hoodie. “You ready?”

“Lead on,” you said. You gently butted your head against Santi’s shoulder. “Bye, Santi. Hope you win in Mario Kart.”

“Thanks,” he said with a laugh. “I’ll leave the door unlocked for you.”

You and Frankie walked back out of the housing complex, catching each other up on your day. You’d been best friends since you arrived late to the first meeting of your physics class and had to take the only open seat, right next to Frankie. He’d walked you to your next class so you wouldn’t get lost, and from then on, you’d practically been inseparable.

Lots of people had thought you’d get together. Santi, Will, and Ben - Frankie’s best friends from freshman year and now your friends too - teased both of you mercilessly about it. You couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t thought about it - really, you spent a lot of time thinking about it - but you were way too shy to make the first move. You figured Frankie would tell you if he felt that way about you, and you’d live with it if he didn’t. You loved him and you knew he loved you, even if it wasn’t like that, and you were happy with it.

He took you down to the side of the outbuilding that technically served as the housing offices, but it didn’t see much traffic during the day and was abandoned at this hour.

“Ok?” he asked, and you knew that as much as he’d grumbled, he was happy to change his plans around to make sure you felt comfortable.

You looked around at the dark parking lot. “Yeah, it’s good.” It was cold, like he’d warned you it would be, and you stood close to him as he fished a joint and a lighter out of his bag.

“Your pencil case must make you popular with all the ladies,” you teased.

He laughed. “Yeah. I haven’t really found a better place for it.”

He put the pencil case in the pocket of his hoodie and took a long, slow drag when the joint was lit. He held it out to you and you took it carefully.

“This isn’t the ‘hype you up’ kind, is it?” you asked. You’d had something before that made you all jittery and wild, and you hadn’t liked it that much.

He shook his head, bottling a cough in his chest. “Uh-uh,” he said, turning his head to exhale. “It’ll chill you out. You’re good.”

You took as long a drag as you could manage, giving a decent volley of coughs as you exhaled. You smoked with Frankie pretty frequently, all things considered, but you still weren’t very good at it. You liked being high, but you didn’t really like the process of getting high.

“Hit it again,” Frankie offered. “We both know you don’t ever get anything on the first try.”

That was probably true. You took another drag, the lit end flaring with color in the darkness, and managed it better with a little less choking.

You handed it back to Frankie. “Thanks for coming outside.”

“Sure,” he said with a smile. “Anything for you, kiddo.”

You stood close to each other for warmth, passing the joint back and forth until it was spent. Frankie killed it and you looked up at the stars, dim with the light pollution from campus but with certain constellations still recognizable.

Frankie cleared his throat. “So, I’m gonna say something, and it might be a little weird.”

You laughed and tipped your head back down to look at him. “That’s always a danger when you open your mouth, Frankie.”

His smile and the way he looked at you seemed so impossibly tender that you wondered if you were seeing it correctly.

“Ok, smart-ass,” he said, and his voice matched the way he looked, soft and affectionate. He looked a little nervous, and you wondered what he wanted to say that could be such a big deal. Usually Frankie was so straightforward, unafraid of speaking his mind -

“I wanna kiss you.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“What?” you choked.

He laughed. “Goes down real smooth, huh? Well, forget I said it.”

“No, Frankie,” you said, trying to get your composure. You felt a swing of dizziness and grabbed onto his arm to steady yourself.

“Easy, tiger,” he said, putting his hand on your other arm. “You alright?”

“Yeah.” You looked up at him. Could you really have heard him right?

“Say that thing you just said.”

He smiled. “Which one? About wanting to kiss you?”

You tipped your face up almost unconsciously. “Yeah, that one.”

He gave a thoughtful hum. “Well...” He leaned closer to you, close enough that your noses touched. He chuckled softly. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time, kiddo. Pretty much since the day you grabbed the seat next to me in physics.”

You could feel his warm breath on your skin. “That long?”

He hummed in agreement. “That long.”

You closed your eyes. He was so close - you felt his warmth all around you, protecting your from the cold.

“So kiss me,” you said softly, almost afraid to speak too loud and break the spell, to test this delicate balance you both hung in.

You didn’t know how long he waited - it could have been seconds or hours, you couldn’t tell - but then there was nothing but the feel of his mouth on yours, warm and soft and cautious.

He pulled back just enough to see your face.“How was that?”

You smiled. “Sweet,” you said, a little dazedly. Better than you had imagined. “Nice.”

He laughed. “Sweet and nice, huh?” He kissed you again, still as gentle as could be. “You’re sweet and nice.”

“You have a way with words, Frankie.”

“I’ve been told that a lot actually.”

He kissed you deeper then, still taking it slow, giving you time to get used to him. He let you take the lead, and when you opened your mouth, he responded in kind. You could have kissed him like that forever, lazy and easy and full of promise.

“Frankie,” you breathed.

He pulled back a little. “Hm? You ok?”

You pressed closer to him to close the distance; his cautiousness was sweet but unnecessary, and you wanted more of him.

“I want...” But you couldn’t say it, were too embarrassed all of a sudden, your face warming even in the cold air. Not even getting high could erase your bashfulness altogether, or make you brave enough to ask your best friend for - well, more.

The hand that had been holding onto your arm released you, only to find its way to your waist.

“You want...” he prompted, giving you a few feather-light kisses to your cheeks and nose. “What do you want, pretty girl?”

Your breath caught when he called you that, and you wondered if he’d do it again if you asked.

“Call me that again,” you said.

You felt his smile against your cheek. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl,” he murmured. “‘S just me. You don’t have to be shy.”

You closed your eyes and leaned into him, your best friend, the person you felt safest with.

“Touch me, please.”

“Okay,” he said against your jaw. He moved to kiss you, steering you gently back a few steps until you were against the wall, bracketed by his arms. You let your hands drift over his chest, fingers glancing over the little bit of collarbone exposed by the loose collar of his hoodie.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, ok?” he said. You nodded, and his hand moved from your waist to your breast, kneading gently. You could feel the warmth of his hand even though the hoodie, and you sighed as he kissed you deeper.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, moving his thigh between your legs; you were surprised by the rush of warmth that went through your whole body. You didn’t know if he would have noticed, but you gasped a little, and you could feel his smile.

“What?” he asked, amused and kind.

“Just... surprised me a little.”

He nosed against your jaw. “Good surprise?”

You nodded. “You can...” Again, you drifted off, embarrassed. He kissed you again.

“I want to do whatever you want to do,” he said easily. “Whatever you’re comfortable with. All you have to do is tell me.”

Your cheeks felt impossibly hot against the cold air, and you leaned your head against his.

“You can...” you started again. You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You can - I want you to - ”

You put your hand over his and moved it down, slowly, giving him time to pull away. Even though he’d said he was ok with whatever you wanted, it was still so early, and you wanted to go slow, for both of your sakes. He got your meaning and started fumbling with the button on your jeans.

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl,” he reminded you again, but there was only affection in his voice, and you knew he would patiently remind you as many times as you needed. Frankie knew you, knew how you always got so tripped up trying to say what you meant, what you wanted - he knew you and cared for you like you needed to be cared for.

You blushed and hid your face against his shoulder. “Want you to... finger me. Please.”

A thrill rushed through his body at that, a wave of desire and protectiveness that you could feel under your hands as you held onto him. He moved closer to you, one hand leaning against the brick wall behind you, the other slipping under the waistband of your jeans.

“You can tell me to stop any time,” he said. “Just say the word.”

“Okay,” you agreed, already a little breathless at his warmth so close to you.

He moved his hand slowly, staying over your underwear; he gently worked his way over your heat, pressing just enough to make you sigh against his mouth. God, his hand was so big, and his fingers were so gentle - it was heady, with his fingers rubbing slow circles and his tongue in your mouth. You pressed against him, wanting more, wanting him.

He pulled away and you wondered if you’d done something wrong, tried to tamp down the sting of disappointment and embarrassment as you thought he may have reconsidered it all. Before you could say anything, stutter out an apology, he gave you a quick, reassuring kiss.

“It’s alright,” he said. “Just wanted to warm my hand up a little for you.”

He cupped his hands over his mouth and warmed them, rubbing them together; he reached for your hands and blew gently on them too.

“Figured your hands were cold too,” he said sweetly, and kissed your knuckles. You gave him a wobbly smile and let him hold your hands for a moment.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, with an innocence and sincerity that made you weak in the knees.

You leaned close to kiss him, and he obliged you. You draped your arms around his neck and tucked your hands under his hood to keep them warm as he went back to the job at hand.

His fingers were a little warmer, but they were still a shock as he slipped into your underwear and traced over your heat. Your breath hitched from the first touch, and he gave a pleased hum as he started to circle your clit.

“Frankie,” you sighed, letting your body move naturally against him.

“Feels ok?” he asked gently.

“Y-yeah,” you breathed. He moved down and teased at your entrance; you bunched the fabric of his hoodie in your grip.

“Easy does it, pretty girl,” he said, nipping at your bottom lip. “Gonna take it nice and slow.”

True to his word, he slowly worked a finger into you, his thumb still rubbing your clit. You let out a shaky breath that gave way to a quiet moan, and you immediately felt yourself blush.

“Sorry,” you said.

He chuckled. “That’s ok. Sounded real pretty, baby.”

He made a come-hither motion with his finger, and you moaned again, a little less quietly. You buried your face in his neck, your cheeks burning; he smiled and kissed you, and you felt hot all over knowing he liked the sounds you made.

“Please, Frankie,” you said, kissing his neck. His thumb on your clit was driving you crazy; your legs started to shake and you leaned on him to steady yourself. “Please.”

He knew what you meant, and he added another finger, setting a steady pace. He didn’t seem in any mood to rush, and you let him draw you out with his skillful, patient touch.

“Fuck,” you breathed quietly, tangling your fingers in his curls. You could feel your orgasm cresting like a wave between your hips, a low fire turned into a roaring flame with Frankie’s fingers inside you and his mouth on yours. You gasped and let out a sort of mewl as he gave your clit more attention, crumpling his hoodie in your fists.

“Frankie,” you almost whined.

He kissed your collarbone. “Tell me, pretty girl.”

Your breath came in short pants. “Gonna cum, Frankie.”

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice low. “Cum for me, baby.”

His praise tipped you over the edge and you came on his fingers, riding out your orgasm as he drew it out as long as he could for you. You leaned your head back against the wall and he kissed your neck, murmuring words of praise.

“So beautiful,” he said against your skin. “What a good girl for me.”

When you came down from your high - well, one of them - blissed out and a little overstimulated in the best way, you looked up at him and gave him a dreamy smile.

“Thank you,” you said unsteadily. You were half aware that you were leaning heavily against him as your legs still shook, but he didn’t seem to mind.

He chuckled. “No problem, baby. My pleasure.”

You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling a little dazed as the endorphins seemed to make the weed start to hit more noticeably. You were content and warm, feeling more comfortable and safe than you had in a long time.

“You ok?” he asked. He ran a soothing hand up and down your back.

You hummed in agreement. “A little cold.”

“Yeah, it is a little cold out here,” he agreed. “Why don’t we go back to my place and get warmed up?”

“At least buy me a drink first,” you said, and he laughed.

“Come on, trouble.” He took your hand in his; you tucked yourself close to him and leaned against his arm as you walked back to his dorm.

Santi was still out when you got back, but he’d lit the one candle he kept for when girls came around, and the apartment smelled comfortingly like laundry, or some variant of a “soft cotton” smell. You kicked off your shoes and curled up on Frankie’s bed.

He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss. “Be right back.”

You were content to lay on the bed and doze a little; you did get a little in your head when you thought Frankie had been gone for a long time, but he came back just before you started getting panicky, his laptop and a bowl of popcorn in hand.

“You two and your popcorn,” you said, moving over to make room for him on the bed.

He smiled. “Yeah, but I didn’t burn it, because I’m not an idiot.” He set his laptop on his thigh and pulled up Netflix. “Any requests?”

You shook your head, cuddling close to him. “Whatever you want.”

He put on Deep Space Nine, one of his guilty pleasure shows, and put his arm over your shoulders.

Between the two of you, the popcorn bowl was quickly empty, and you you spent the remainder of the episode kissing and going through every dumb question you had about Star Trek. Your attention got hooked during one scene with a monastery and a weird prophecy-orb that gave people sex visions - or at least that’s what you gathered, as you were very tired and still pretty high. You looked over at Frankie to confirm that’s what had just happened, but stopped before you asked when you saw him.

He was asleep, his head at a bit of an uncomfortable angle, his arm still around you as he snored gently. You couldn’t help a smile as you studied his face, all soft and pretty and restful.

You couldn’t help the words that came out of your mouth, either, tumbling out before you could stop them.

“I love you.”

Oh, boy. Your pulse jumped as if you’d just yelled it from the rooftops instead of whispering it to him while he slept, and you watched his face for any kind of reaction. You didn’t know whether it had been a good idea to say it or not, but you had, and you found it was the easiest thing in the world.

You wanted to say it again.

He shifted a little, tucking you closer to him; you held your breath, waiting to see if he had woken or was just moving closer in his sleep.

“Lay down,” he murmured. You did as he said, laying your head on his chest, tucking your hand in the pocket of his hoodie. He was warm and solid and safe, and you relaxed completely against him.

“I love you, Frankie,” you said again, even softer.

He gave a sleepy grunt.

“Heard you... the first time,” he mumbled, still mostly asleep. “Love you, baby. Let’s... say it again when we’re sober, ‘kay?”

“Okay,” you agreed. You smiled and snuggled close to him, already feeling like you were home.

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lovetenya · 3 years

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✧ 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐢𝐝𝐚’𝐬 𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

warnings: none.

word count: 3k

author’s note: this constantly switches between you and tenya dating at UA and typical married domestic life. i’m writing this during my break from my color series. i’m still writing it, and still going to finish it, don’t worry. also, if this is your alphabet prompt, i’m sorry for not crediting you! i don’t remember where this is from!

A - Attractive (What do they find most attractive in a person and about you?)

personality-wise, i think tenya would gravitate toward someone that is intuitive, trustworthy, and kind-hearted.

someone who isn’t going to tease about the things that hurt him, or question the things he holds nearest to his heart.

someone who would patch him up after a long day, help him with his arm, and hold his face in their hands.

someone who knows when to push, and when to release.

when to prod him with questions, encouraging him to share more, but not arguing and making him feel ashamed for his ambitions.

someone who will be gentle with him, and respect that he is a hero for all the right reasons and does it because he has to

i’m not doing physical appearance because it REALLY bothers me when people hc characters with a certain type.

to me, it feels like it’s made with the intention to leave people out, but...

do whatever you want, i guess.

B - Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why Not? How big?)

tenya definitely wants a family

i think he would have 4-6 kids, to keep it even have a big, strong family

he grew up with siblings and loves them to death, so it only fits that he would want the same thing for his kids

but he wouldn’t pressure his kids into being heroes or into doing anything related to hero work, because he can understand how intimidating and suffocating that expectation is

it scares him to think that he could get killed by a villain and have to leave them behind, but he does his best every day so that he can come home to you and all the little iidas

C - Cuddle (Do they like to cuddle? How do they like to cuddle most?)

honestly? i’m not really sure that tenya would like cuddling that much at first, but i think he’d do it for his significant other and it would grow on him.

i don’t feel like he’d be very cuddly or overly affectionate physically, but would do it to comfort and care for you.

i do think that he likes to hold you and keep you safe in his arms, so i do think that if you were gonna cuddle, he’d hold you close to his chest and wrap his arms around you so that he can press kisses to ur forehead (awww <3)

or he’d be the big spoon :>

don’t even kid yourself trying to be the big spoon, although he’s only 5′10″ i know that if you’re reading this you are NOT taller than him. don’t lie to me.

D - Date (Ideal date?)

tenya’s ideal date would be a quiet date away from others, maybe in a library for a study date.

OR A BOOKSTORE AND A COFFEE SHOP

oh my gosh and he’d carry your books while you keep walking around and looking at other ones

E - Energetic (How energetic are they?)

he’s up early for work, but comes home tired. he tries to stay up to talk after dinner, but as the days get longer, his energy wavers more.

i think he’s use to being up for long periods of time, but if he can relax, i think he’ll take that chance to fall asleep on the couch next to you.

F - Fight (How are they in a fight?)

if you’re fighting, he’s wants it to be fixed. he’s not interested in dramatics, or spite, or pettiness.

if he did something wrong, you know he’ll apologize profusely and try his best to give you space, if you need it. if not, he’ll comfort you and reassure you that he didn’t mean it that way, or that he didn’t think before he said it.

if you did something wrong, an apology will help. though sometimes the words hurt more than he’d like to admit, he believes you when you tell him that you’re sorry, and he’s willing to move on from it.

i don’t think there would ever be a real, blown up fight, because he’s not one to overreact. yes, there will be arguments on whether he’s being taken advantage of by the agency (he is) and he’ll assert that he doesn’t care, because it isn’t about him anyway.

G - Gifts (How do they feel about gifts? How do they give them?)

he doesn’t really see the reason for receiving gifts, because he isn’t materialistic in the slightest. he’d rather you give him your all and your love than a tangible gift, but he won’t refuse anything

that’s rude

he grew up with everything he needed, so he never developed emotional attachment to items, but he loves giving them to other people and seeing how his small generosity can cause so much happiness in others

he’s definitely a meaningful and thoughtful gift giver, and puts a lot of effort into it to make sure it’s perfect

H - Honesty (How honest are they? Do they keep secrets?)

he’s incredibly honest, but will sometimes downplay his physical pain so that you don’t worry about him

he’s not going to lie and say “it doesn’t hurt at all!” but i can definitely see him acting tough and saying “it was just a scratch” when he actually got stabbed or something HAHA

(i hate when people only characterize him in relation to his family and how he has a heightened sense of honor, because that’s only a part of who he is. he’s not honest or heroic just because of his family, he does it because it’s the right thing to do. by making honor his only personality trait, you’re kind of playing into a false stereotype, and i’m not gonna call you what i want to call you, just know that your bad writing in your simplification of the culture as a whole is genuinely annoying to me in that aspect)

...

moving on

he doesn’t have any reason to keep secrets from his significant other. he wants to be able to trust you with anything and have you trust him right back, so he’s an open book for you.

if you ask him, he will tell you, regardless of what the question is

I - Injury (How do they react if you get injured?)

IT DEPENDS HOW IT HAPPENED

if you hurt yourself around the house and it wasn’t serious, he’d make sure you were okay and then laugh, saying “you should really be more careful.”

but if it was serious, (say, villain related?)

J - Jealousy (Are they the jealous type? How do they deal with it?)

he’s not the jealous type, because he isn’t insecure and trusts you too much to suspect anything like cheating

i think if you were trying to make him jealous, he’d ask why you were doing that when you knew he’d give you affection whenever you want. he’s just confused.

K - Kiss (Their favorite way to kiss you?)

his favorite way to kiss you is away from others. pda isn’t his thing.

iida knows his strength, so he’s gentle.

he’ll lift your chin with his hand and press soft kisses to your lips and cheeks

or he’ll hold your face in both of his hands and bring you real close

(you can put your hands on his chest)

(he likes it)

L - Love Confession (How did they confess their love?)

he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable so he tried to be as respectful as possible

i think uraraka and midoriya would scout and interrogate you to see if you like him first

“WHAT’S HIS FAVORITE COLOR, Y/N? DO YOU KNOW?”

as if that’s an indicator

i think he’d give you a letter confessing because he was afraid his presence would be too intimidating for you to give a real answer

it would be very sweet and to the point

M - Mean (What are they like when they’re mean? Is it common?)

when he’s mean, it’s because he feels like he’s not meeting expectations or fulfilling his goals and he gets frustrated

it really isn’t about you but your distractions certainly aren’t helping his focus

i don’t think he’d full on yell at you, he’d just get pissy and ask you to “please let me get my work done”

it’s not really common, because he’s not usually behind on his work

N - Nicknames (Do they have nicknames for you? What are their favorites for them?)

i can’t see him do any of the goofy or overly affectionate ones like.. baby or something

probably just sweetheart, darling, my love, etc. or your first name bc even that feels like a lot to him

??? i don’t really know what he’d call you

but i think it’s cute to call him tenya, ten, honey, baby, etc.

he needs to be taken care of so just anything sweet and i think he’d be flustered

and ingenium (because it would annoy him HAHA)

O - Open (How long did it take for them to open up to you?)

i think that he’d hold back for the most part until he’s sure you’re serious about him and you’re not going to make fun of him for his deepest feelings

if he’s dating you, he expects that he’s able to trust you, so i think he would be relatively easy in opening up to you

P - Proposal (How would they propose? Would they propose at all?)

WOOOOOOOO

he would propose. duh.

he would plan it months in advance and have the perfect ring picked out for you, but he could barely wait to propose

i don’t think he’d propose on a dating anniversary, because that day is supposed to be special on its own, and he doesn’t want to take away from that

i think he’d take you out to dinner, and have the ring in his pocket, but wait until you got home to propose so that everyone in the restaurant wouldn’t make a scene about it

you’re confused when he holds two items behind his back and asks you to choose which one you wanted first

he’s not usually playful like this, but you play along

you pick the ring first, and he suggests that you pick the other one

it’s three roses (that means “i love you”)

shameless self promo... i talked about that in another one where tensei says that iida should get you that for valentine’s day, finally tenya listened

and then when you ask “what’s in the other hand?”

he gets down on one knee

congrats, honey <3

Q - Quiet (What are quiet moments like with them?)

i have a draft on this waiting for me to work on it, but sure i’ll give you something

quiet moments with tenya are comfortable.

sitting under a blanket together on the couch while he types away at his laptop

the look on his face when you take the first bite of dinner together, and he was nervous to try the new recipe, but you were sure it’d be okay

how he always, always, waits for you to finish eating before he gets up to start cleaning up dinner

(he’ll compliment your cooking even if you think it turned out awful)

(even if it did, he doesn’t know how to use a potato peeler, so he can’t really say much in that department)

the quiet moments of intimacy where he hands you a jar of spices that comes next on the recipe

or where he tucks your hair behind your ear

or bends down to tire your shoe for you

R - Rainy Day (What are they like in the rain?)

he holds the umbrella with his left hand and your hand in his right

makes sure you don’t get wet, and tries not to let his glasses get wet

tenya would kiss you in the rain, but under the eave of a building or an overhang where he can do it the right way.

S - Sad (How do they handle their sadness? How do they react to yours?)

he handles his sadness by writing in a journal or he likes reading books from his younger days to make him feel better

he bottles his emotions, but not because he wants to, he just accidentally neglects his emotions because he’s too busy with other things

i think he would talk to you about it if you asked, but he wouldn’t bring up his emotions

if it was you?

he would react very kindly to your sadness, and he would try to be as comforting as possible without forcing you to talk about it

but of course he’d listen if you wanted to, and offer his support and advice if you wanted it

he would drop everything for you, putting his pen down the moment he sees your eyes brimming with tears

and he’d pull you to his chest and whisper words of adoration and hold you until you feel better <3

T - Time (How long did it take for you to get together?)

maybe like three months to start dating while the two of you were at UA, just because he wanted to make sure you were interested in him before he came on too strong

he would ask you to be his sparring partner just so that he could compliment you <3

he’d let you win that day, but would NEVER admit that regardless of how long you’ve been together/married

he just says that you bested him that day, so he’s been the best for you ever since

damn, that was cheesy, tenya.

love is super gross

moving on

U - Unique (What’s an interesting thing about them that not a lot of people know about?)

i can either go super angsty with this one or just go normal

hm. i’ll spare you.

not a lot of people know that tenya plays the piano!

he learned when he was young because his parents insisted it would make him more well-rounded, but he quit taking lessons early on and just taught himself from then on

he likes the predictability of music, and how really it’s just a pattern if you think about it, it’s just where to and where not to play

someone requested that i write the angst version, and you can find it here !

V - Value (What are some of the things they value most in life? value most about you?)

he values respect, integrity, and dedication.

he cares that you respect him and everything he works for, but encourages you to let him know if you ever notice a hint of self-interest in his hero work

he doesn’t want to ever become a corrupt hero and lost his integrity

he values your honesty and your ability to make everything more fun

he finds fun in quiet, intimate moments, but he loves how you still find him in the loud, chaotic moments, and make sure he’s okay.

he also values the fact that you’re so understanding of how important hero work is to him, and how he has to put his life on the line.

you know that he has to stay at the agency or on patrol late sometimes, but you’d never ask him to stop, because you know he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if someone was left unprotected because he was home

W - Wildcard (random fluff headcanon)

i don’t know i saved this one for last

i just wrote 25 others though, why don’t you read those?

kidding...

tenya loves dad jokes because they’re meant to be taken literally and he loves seeing the disappointed look on your face

“honey, do you want to help me with dinner? i’m hungry.”

“hi, hungry, i’m tenya iida, also known as in-”

“STOP”

“it’s always lovely to meet my admirers! i hope to inspire many great heroes!”

but he hates puns and will sigh deeply without laughing at all

“that was awful, y/n.”

“HAHAHA”

X - XO (Are they affectionate with hugs and kisses? If not, are they in other ways?)

at ua, he’s not really affectionate with hugs and kisses yet

he’ll show affection by patiently going over that stubborn math problem again and not getting upset when you ask him to repeat the formula again

or he’ll remember to ask you about the plotline in the book you’re reading or how your favorite show is going

and he’ll offer to buy your lunch or bring you a special snack from his secret supply in his room :)

as your relationship progresses, he’s more physically affectionate behind closed doors, but it’s not a common thing and he isn’t clingy about it

when you’re married, he’s also affectionate in other ways, like he’ll do meal prep for you to make dinner easier for you to make, because he knows it’s hard to wait for him to get home and eat so late

or he’ll do that laundry you’ve been too busy to get to

he’ll go all out every once in a while, but he knows making life a little easier and a little sweeter sometimes sticks with you

Y - Yearn (How do they deal with yearning?)

he didn’t yearn for you for long at UA, because he just... realized he had a crush and then decided to pursue you, but i’m sure it was hard to get over the initial “oh, shoot” of realizing he has a crush when he’s at UA to become the best hero he can be

he feels his love for you more intensely than he’s ever felt love before, and he’s not exactly sure what to do with your name constantly plaguing his mind.

i think he’d work a little harder in school and in training because he wants so badly to have a good, long life with you, and for everything to be perfect

he’ll get what he wants, because he works hard for it, and you’re willing to support his dreams

Z - Zen (What makes them calm?)

quiet evenings, quilts, candles, cooking together, soft music playing in the backgroud, looking at photos from your wedding, daydreaming about your future together, reading, and coming home to you after a long day.

✧ hope you liked this! it was super fun to write and it was cool to think about tenya in all of these different ways.

love, tj 🦢

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spookyswhore · 4 years

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Happy Halloween (Oscar Diaz)

Summary: You convince Oscar to celebrate Halloween with you, which may end up with you being punished for your cheeky ways.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: slight smut and when I say slight, I mean slight.

(credit to @merakiaes for the gif ❤)

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“Bebita..no, I’m not going..” Oscar groaned.

It was a rather chilly night before Halloween in Freeridge. You and Oscar were snuggled up with a blanket and a movie at his place. For the past half hour, you were trying to convince him to come with you to an event the city was holding for Halloween and he was absolutely refusing to go. For the most part, everyone on the block had put up decorations in spirit and it was only right that you did the same. Traditionally, when you were younger, your mom would always take you Trick-or-Treating, with the feeling that that sort of celebration would be the safest route to go, especially with mama bear at your side at all times. Anything else would’ve been disastrous and unsafe, according to your mother. But now that you were a little bit older with a little bit of freedom, you went ahead and decided to book some tickets for a Halloween themed event going on in town. For as long as you’ve known Oscar, which was a good 7 years, you have never pegged him as the type to not like scary stuff, at least to your knowledge. You didn’t really feel like staying inside, especially with your excitement with all of the ghosts and goblins roaming the streets late at night and now at this point, it was just a matter of convincing Oscar to come with you to enjoy the night together.

“Oscar please…” Your hand rose to intertwine with that of his that was draped over your shoulder as your back laid against his chest. Knowing that whining and dragging out your words wasn’t going to convince him, you decided to tap into the protective side of him.

“It’s going to be cold and dark. Besides, who else is gonna be there to protect me from all the scary stuff?” You peered up at him to be met with his eyes already on you, his protectiveness and jealousy darkening his pupils. He let out a breath and mumbled out a low “fine.”

“But you owe me..” He said. There was a serious yet lustful tone with his voice. You lifted the covers over your head and lowered myself down to where the bulge was starting to grow in his pants.

"How about this?" You whispered as you freed his member from the restraints of his sweats and ran your tongue gue along the veiny underside of his member. “Is this okay?” You continued.

“Yeah..” He sighed and threw his head back in content. For the rest of the time, he picked you up and took you into his bedroom where you went on to ‘make it up’ to him in the best ways you knew you could.

Hours had gone by and you couldn’t be anymore excited. In fact, excited was an understatement and only downplayed the pure joy you felt for the day. Today was Halloween and you felt like a kid in a candy store. Halloween during the day was okay but the real stuff you came to love only happened at night. You were ecstatic to see everyone dressed up and practically begging people for candy. Excited to see decorations up and music blaring from the parties everywhere you went. Halloween was fun for you but, if anything, the one thing you were most excited to experience was the event being held tonight. You weren’t one to dress up for Halloween, especially after the over-the-top costumes your mom used to put you into, but still felt the emotions behind it nonetheless. After you put on the finishing touches on your outfit for the night, you found Oscar on the side of your bed sulking over the fact that he has to come with you to the annual event. Unbeknownst to you, Oscar was really scared of anything paranormal. Mortified, really. But he couldn’t tell you that. He was ‘Spooky’, leader of The Santos. Everyone feared him. He had to uphold his ‘Santo’ exterior and anything related to him being scared or afraid in the slightest served as a liability to his facade, just like this event you were so damn intent on attending.

You sat beside him on the bed and gently rested your hand on his shoulder and asked “You okay?”

“Yeah.." He trailed off. Something was off. You couldn't really pinpoint the exact cause of his quietness but a little inkling was telling you that his delay was because of what you guys were about to experience in a few minutes. You bit your lip and looked up at the ceiling to prevent yourself from laughing, hoping that whatever your gut was telling you proved to be wrong. The big, bad Spooky can not be afraid of a ghost or two.

“Baby…” You started. “Are you scared?”

He whipped his head to look at you and raised an eyebrow. “Me? Scared? Nah..”

Not believing him and trusting the little inkling, you decided to put his words to the true test. “Alright well, c’mon. Let’s hop in the car. I don’t want to be late.”

“Huh?” He said, letting his fear take over and drain the color from his face.

“If you can ‘huh’ you can hear me. Get in the car.” You demanded. You sported a smirk on your face as you walked to his bright, cherry red Impala and sat in the passenger seat. Starting to get goosebumps that indicated you were cold, you grabbed your sweater that you threw in the back seat one day and totally forgot to get it back out afterwards. Not too long, Oscar let out a deep breath as he sat down in the driver’s seat.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah babe I’m good.” He grumbled. Oscar started the car and drove as he put his hand on your thigh, squeezing occasionally. As the time went by, you felt yourself starting to grow more excited in anticipation of the night to come the closer you guys got, if it even was possible to surpass your initial excitement from the day. When you both finally arrived, you were in awe. Everything you loved about Halloween, from the atmosphere down to the detail and dedication put into every person’s costume, was thriving right before your eyes. Both you and Oscar stepped out of the car and you immediately pulled him towards all of the stuff you wanted to accomplish before you guys left for the night.

Your final stop was the Haunted House. This was the one thing you were waiting for as you explored the event with Oscar attached at your hip, complaining about wanting to go back to his place earlier than you would’ve liked. You stood in front of Oscar with his arms wrapped around you, practically jumping up and down while waiting in line. One by one, you saw people exiting with some of the most terrified expressions on their faces. Some even came out sobbing while being consoled by their loved ones, which only fueled your eagerness even more. But, Oscar’s tight grip on your waist tightened even further. Eventually, you looked up at him.

“Oscar, you’re hurting me.”

“Shit,” he loosened his arms around your waist while maintaining eye contact at the building in front of him. “I’m sorry mamita.”

“Is my Oscar scared?” You laughed. The way Oscar was acting at this very moment basically confirmed any hunches that supernatural things weren’t his cup of tea.

“No, your Oscar isn’t scared. He’s just...being alert. Besides, he doesn’t want to get a ghost.” Oscar mocked.

“Alert, right… you know Oscar it’s okay to be scared. It’s okay for your nickname to ‘Spooky’ but still be afraid of Casper the friendly ghost.” You turned and before Oscar was given a chance to give you a rebuttal, you heard the woman that was running the station yell out a ‘next’ and you held Oscar’s hand tightly and jogged your way inside. As you two began to make your way through each hallway, you felt a rush of adrenaline as one of the actors jumped out in your face with some of them opting to yell out expletives. Normally, in these kinds of scenarios, the female would be the one to hold on to their significant other in search of protection but instead, at least in your case, it was the complete opposite. The whole time, Oscar clung to you like a wet sock. You almost had to stop him a couple of times from punching a few of them in face and catching a lawsuit. As someone who's a gang leader with two strikes against them already, that wasn’t going to serve him well.

With you guys now finally out of the haunted house, you were just getting done catching your breath from laughing and a very tired Oscar sat down in a table that was set in front of you. With his head laid tiredly in his hands, you got the bright idea to spook him, just a little bit before you guys headed home. So, at a moment you felt where he was completely indulged into taking his break, you slowly crept up behind him and put your mouth to his ear.

“Boo.” You whispered.

“Fuck!” Oscar yelled. Noticing his hand rapidly coming up to swat away whatever was giving him a fright, you backed away and held your stomach with tears coming out of your eyes in gut wrenching laughter.

Feeling the embarrassment from onlookers, he simply said “That shit’s not funny. Let’s go.” He put some force into grabbing your arm and dragging you to the car, being careful not to hurt you too much but still wanting you to feel his embarrassment through his strength. He was a grown ass man and he did not need his lady compromising that by scaring him in front of a bunch of strangers. Once you both got in the car, he turned and gave you a stern look. All the words he wanted to say but didn’t were evident by the dark look in his eyes. You, putting your head down to prevent further laughter, let out a small “sorry.” You had also let him know that it was just an innocent prank.

“Yeah your ass gonna be sorry when we get home. You won’t be crying then…” He grumbled angrily, pulling the lever in front of him to start the car. You knew by the tone of his voice that when you both got home, you were probably going to bent over the bed or you may have your legs behind your head, begging for mercy as he pounded into you relentlessly. Whatever your upcoming punishment was for his embarrassment, you had a feeling that it wasn’t to be a "rainbows and lollipops" kind of moment, at least on your end.

#oscar diaz x reader #spookydiaz #spooky x reader #oscar diaz smut #halloween #spookygif #onmyblock #oscar diaz #oscar diaz imagine

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senacal · 4 years

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Dr. Charles Xavier (Pt. 1)

Request: Requested by @saltysebastianstan

Pairing: Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader

Part 2

Prompt: Could you please do a Charles Xavier x female reader, where Charles has been asked to do a lecture about mutation at your non-mutant university, and let’s say he takes a liking to you due to your knowledge/interest rather than the other girls.

OH MY GOD, YOU COULD TURN THIS INTO A SERIES... IMAGINE

Warnings: None that I come to mind.

Author’s note: I am going to do my very best to fulfill this request because I love it, and I love Charles, and this is the first Charles Xavier’s request I have had, so I hope I do well. I have been thinking of this all week, and I did some research about a mutation to accurately portray a sort of understanding about the subject lol Xx.

Requests are open!

(Gif not mine)

For a whole week, (Y/N)’s nerves were on fire. She knew she was excited, why wouldn’t she be when her dreams were about to come true? But she didn’t understand why she was so nervous. The whole week she couldn’t sit still. (Y/N) was continually shaking her leg, fiddling with whatever was in her hands, or drumming her fingers. (Y/N) just wanted to make sure that she had everything she needed before the most important day of her life happened. What day would that be? Well, her university, (Uni of your choice), had recently booked Dr. Charles Xavier, the current expert on Mutations to give a lecture, and (Y/N) was excited because she had a keen interest on the field.

(Y/N) knew there were people out there with unique abilities, sure she wasn’t one of those people, but it was okay because she didn’t think she’d be able to handle the responsibility and stress of continually having to hide who she was. The reason she knew about these unique individuals was that she had met a mutant when she was a young girl. Instead of being afraid, she was intrigued. It was fascinating seeing the way the mutant maneuvered to keep themselves hidden from prying eyes, though it didn’t seem to work since (Y/N) caught sight of them. Regardless, ever since her encounter with that mutant, she had been obsessed with learning more about them.

With her limited access to mutant knowledge, she was only able to find a few things out about their biology. It wasn’t too different from human biology, but the added X-Gene made a mutant, a mutant. So it was a dream come true when she learned that Dr. Charles Xavier would be giving a lecture about mutations. Perhaps her excitement was transferring into anxiety. Dr. Xavier, as the guest lecturer, was possibly her only shot at comprehending her preferred subject to the full extent. Perhaps it was the fear that she would never be able to turn her major into an actual career. Her family was always telling her to change her field of study to the point that (Y/N) had told them a little white lie. She may have added a minor in medicine, but she didn’t give up her interest in mutation. It was enough to appease her family, and she continued to learn about mutation under their noses. It was a win-win situation.

So here she sat in the lecture hall, awaiting Dr. Xavier’s arrival. She was tapping her pen against her notebook, absentmindedly looking around the room. She made sure to get a good seat where she could both see and hear him. She also made sure she had extra pens in case her current one crapped out on her.

The room was already starting to fill with a big crowd, and the lecture wasn’t due to begin for ten minutes. (Y/N) went from tapping her pen to shaking her leg. She bit the tip of the pen and glanced at the people around her. They were talking animatedly about their daily lives, who was screwing who, who was a bitch, or who was a total hottie. (Y/N) sometimes found herself wanting to fit in among them, but then again, most of these girls were sorority sisters who only cared about partying. Don’t get her wrong, they were beautiful girls, and they all had their strengths, but they were rather dense when it came to their social lives.

(Y/N) huffed out a small breath as she looked down at her notebook. There were various pages filled with notes of her own, but she was opened to a blank page so she could compare her notes to the brilliant mind of Charles Xavier. (Y/N) dated the page at the top right corner to pass a fraction of the time.

“Excuse me, may I have your attention please?”

(Y/N) looked up to the podium to see the Dean calling everyone’s attention. She glanced at the clock to see that the lecture would begin soon. (Y/N) inhaled anxiously and exhaled softly. She faced the front, eager for the start of the speech.

“Wonderful, wow, I wasn’t expecting such a big turn out,” The Dean spoke with a slight chuckle. “Well, as you all know, Dr. Charles Xavier will be joining us shortly to inform us all on Mutations. As usual, be respectful, no talking unless addressed, and don’t hesitate to ask questions.” The Dean looked off the side of the stage, “Very well, everybody, welcome Dr. Xavier.”

The crowd clapped as none other than Charles Xavier walked on stage. He had a broad smile plastered on his lips, and he waved to the masses.

“Wow, when Dr. Gregory said a big turn out, I believe he was downplaying it just a little. Welcome, thank you all for joining me today,” Charles cleared his throat, “Now, I know many of you are probably wondering why I’ve taken an interest in such a broad subject, mutations can be anything. From the color of your eyes to the dimples in your cheeks. And, of course, physical modifications,” Charles’ gaze scanned the crowds, “The answer to that is simple. I find it fascinating,” He smiled.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, ‘That makes two of us.’

Throughout the lecture, (Y/N) noticed that Charles was looking around the room as if he was looking for someone. It was a possibility that he was only surveying the crowd, but it was almost too constant for that. He had to be looking for someone, but who? (Y/N) shrugged off the thought and instead chose to focus on his words.

“Of course, this leads us to the homo superior, distinguished from their possession of the X-Gene. Now, this gene, placed on the twenty-third chromosome in a person’s DNA, allows for the greatest mutation experienced in reality.”

(Y/N) scratched down notes as quickly as she could, ‘If that’s the case, would that make the father a deciding factor for its inheritance or the mother?’

“Despite the thought of the mother carrying the child with an X-Gene, the X-gene is transferred from the father. It’s almost like the father is the deciding factor in both sex and mutant status,” Charles spoke as if he heard (Y/N)’s question, which was ridiculous unless he did hear her thoughts.

Once the lecture was over, (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel accomplished. She had learned a lot more that day than any other. As a bonus, (Y/N)’s questions seemed to be answered even though she hadn’t asked any out loud. It was the best day of her life, just as she had predicted. (Y/N) stayed in her seat, scanning the notes she jotted down; she made small annotations next to the one’s that she would cross-reference with her own. Absorbed in her mind, (Y/N) didn’t notice the approaching figure or the lingering girls next to her.

‘Now that I’ve distinguished that the father is the deciding factor in passing on the X-Gene, perhaps it’d be easier to determine their birth rate. I don’t believe pregnant mutants have a reliable doctor to ease them through their pregnancy.’ (Y/N) bit the tip of her pen, ‘I think I know what I want to practice now.’ She couldn’t help but feel giddy. It turned out her added major in medicine wouldn’t be a waste after all. She’d learn all she could about practicing medicine and mutants so she could help bring them into the world.

“Dr. Xavier! You’re British, right?”

(Y/N) looked up from her notes and noticed the blonde girl sitting next to her became engaged in a dull conversation with Charles. She couldn’t help but raise her brows at the poor attempt at flirting. It was pretty apparent that he was British, what with the accent and all.

“Uh, yes, I am,” Charles glanced in (Y/N)’s direction as if he were hoping she’d save him from the conversation.

“That’s so cool, I’ve always wanted to go to England, but then I thought Paris would be a better destination, you know?” The blonde girl shrugged, “Have you been to Paris?”

“I have actually. I’ve given plenty of lectures in the city quite a few times. How did you find the lecture? Did you enjoy it?” Charles asked in the hope of engaging in a conversation about his work.

“Oh, I got lost after you mentioned something about the mRNA or whatever, but I liked hearing you talk.”

(Y/N) laughed to herself, ‘At least she admitted it.’

‘Indeed, but I’d much rather have a competent conversation about my lecture rather than the expenses of Paris.’

(Y/N) frowned and looked up when she heard Charles’ voice in her head. ‘What the fuck?’

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to invade your mind, but I don’t think I can continue to converse with this poor girl.’

(Y/N) shook her head, her eyes wide. “Dr. Xavier?”

Charles looked at her, relief evident in his expression, “Yes, Ms…”

“(Your Full Name), I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?”

“Of course! I’d be happy to answer any questions you have.” Charles politely excused himself from the girl with whom he’d been conversing.

(Y/N) packed her notes and utensils, “So, you’re a telepath?”

Charles shrugged as if to say ‘guilty.’

“So, I have to ask, your lecture, were you basing your responses from the questions I was thinking?” (Y/N) wondered.

“Partly, yes. It was a first that someone’s questions were loud enough for me to hear without meaning to,” Charles shoved his hands in his pockets, “I was pleasantly surprised, of course, even more now that I’ve placed a beautiful face to the beautiful voice.”

(Y?N) nodded, “Does that line work at all?” She stood from her seat so that she could look at him without tilting her head too much.

“I beg your pardon?” Charles caught off guard, shifted where he stood.

(Y/N) huffed an amused breath, “I appreciate the compliment, Professor Xavier, but I’m only interested in what you have to say about mutants and mutation.”

“Why is that?” Charles asked.

“Just like you said, it’s fascinating.” (Y/N) winked at him, “now that I’ve saved you from your conversation, I’ll be on my way. I’ve got a class in an hour.” (Y/N) waved and left Charles, where he stood.

“Charles, did she just brush you off?” Raven asked from behind him.

“I… I think so.” Instead of being offended, Charles bored a smile.

“I have to get her number because that was the best thing I have seen all week,” Raven boasted.

Charles rolled his eyes, “Oh, shut it, Raven.”

“C’mon, you can’t tell me that you don’t want her number either,” Raven stepped next to Charles and rested her arm on his shoulder.

“Of course I do. If you had heard the questions (Y/N) was asking, you’d be just as intrigued.” Charles brushed off Raven’s arm, “Let’s go now; I’m ready to head home.”

Raven raised her brows, “What, no parties?”

“No, I’m not really in the mood.” Charles shrugged.

“Wow, I have to mark this day down for the history books. Charles Xavier doesn’t want to go to a college party!” Raven clutched her heart, “I never thought I’d see the day.”

Charles rolled his eyes. He walked away from her, intending to go to his car.

“Charles, just one party, please?” Raven begged as she skipped to catch up with him.

“What for? You never want to go to parties.” Charles scoffed.

“Because, I want to get drunk,” Raven grinned.

“That makes the two of us,” He conceded, “Fine. We’ll go to a party, but then we are going home.”

“Deal,” Raven beamed. She just hoped that girl would be there and knowing Charles; he was thinking the same thing.

#Charles Xavier #charles xavier x reader #charles xavier x fem reader #fem reader #part 1 #reader is not a mutant #x-men #x-men x reader #x-men x fem reader

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imagine-organization-xiii · 4 years

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Org XII reacting to s/o wanting to peg them and vise versa maybe as well. Male and or female s/o no pref.

The Xaldin one was written a long time ago because Sam and I both agreed that Xaldin needs to be pegged, but Sam just recently got into a writing mood and decided to finish up these prompts. Give her a big round of applause and get ready for a wild ride - Warning for NSFW

EDIT: @imgonnachangeit - we left out all of the babies from this one, including Zexion. Sorry about the confusion!

Xemnas

Xemnas would think you’re joking at first, and while he usually isn’t one for humor, would probably give you a deep rumbling chuckle. “It’s amusing to even think-- err- what? You were serious? Hm.” Upon realizing your request was not a joke, he would actually give it some thought.

At first he probably would not be interested, not because he was afraid, but because Xemnas is not one to give up the control he has. And Pegging would require a lot of trust that, honestly, would be very difficult for him to relinquish. But, with time and a LOT of deep conversation, he might just give in and let you try. (and he MIGHT just like it more than he bargained for)

Xigbar

Xigbar is a man of dubious doings. He usually is up for just about anything. And when you bring up pegging him, he is down. He’s eager. Almost too eager. That man loves anything that can get him off and the power of a prostate orgasm is just too much temptation.

He immediately asks when you plan to do this and if the event isn’t soon enough he’s going to push it sooner. And through all of this, he’s going to try and play it cool. He will act like this isn’t the most important thing to him right now but it totally is.

Xaldin

LISTEN. L I S T E N. THIS MAN. LOVES. GETTING. PEGGED. If his SO is willing to peg him, he is HERE. FOR. IT. We have mentioned before how much Xaldin adores his SO and loves being in their control when in the bedroom, but he just really loves the intimacy of having his beloved having their way with him. If you bring it up with him, he keeps his cool on the outside, but on the inside he is totally thrilled.

His enthusiasm comes less from the act of the pegging itself but more about the trust and intimacy that comes with it. Its slow and passionate and all in all an amazing experience. Every thrust is laden with words of adoration and praise that seem unparalleled in comparison. You feel the lust linger in the air as the passion engulfs you both and it almost feels like you have left this world entirely. While he may not have a heart, something is there and it moves through you both as you rock his world. This is what the poets say when they describe great love.

Vexen

Vexen is a man of vast knowledge and could easily spew a river of knowledge that you never knew or possibly never even cared to know. But you may have found the one topic in this world that he knows absolutely nothing about. And of course, being a man of science as he is, would certainly demand that you tell him, but as soon as you do, Vexen’s face would pale immediately. He would put his foot down so fast, your head would spin. Of course, this was to be expected. You are his S/O after all, and you know the man pretty well, so you drop the one word that you know would change his tune.

“Oh but… it would be such an interesting experiment.” And the moment his ears perk up, you know he’s putty in your hands. He will agree to try it once. For science. And unlike some of the other members, taking things slow in this would be a must. Every touch and motion is slow, careful and tender, so much so that you worry it all is too boring for Vexen, but just as you are about to say something, you hear the softest, most broken moan you had ever heard. The experiment may have been going better than you had expected.

Lexaeus

He doesn’t say much when you ask him, but his expression told you right away that he knew what you were asking. His face darkened from it’s normal color to a deep sunset color all the way up to his ears in a matter of seconds. While Lexaeus isn’t one for words, his reactions are something that always seemed to melt your heart. He won’t reply right away, he might even wait until later that night to give you his answer. But know that when he does give you your answer, he will have thought about every aspect, pro and con, and will probably agree to try it.

At first you go slowly, making sure to take all the necessary steps, but soon you both get really into it. For you, taking charge allows you to choose the pace as you go, and for Lexaeus, not having to control the pace means that he can stay still and not worry about hurting you which allows him to relax and enjoy the love making even more! It’s a win-win for you both!

Saix

Your initial mistake was asking him during the day. He is much less agreeable during the work day; too much to do and even less time that he can spend in personal manners. You ask anyway. The first word that leaves his lips would be a “what?” that comes out closer to a growl than a question. He heard you, he just wants you to see if you’re brave enough to ask again. And of course, you do. And he immediately replies with “No.” before walking away. Went as well as you could expect. Like Xemnas, Saix is not one to give up control of his body easily. You bring it up to him again at a later time, but this time, you have a serious conversation about the prospects of what you were suggesting.

You take time to discuss how it would happen, what the preparation would be like, and every detail imaginable. You would think it would be sexy to talk like this, but something in Saix’s demeanor seems to make it sound more like a business transaction than something fun. But at the end, Saix agrees, which is something you did not expect. It seems he trusts you more than you expected, which is actually kind of nice. And when it happens, it goes the exact way you had discussed. No surprises. But something inside you gets a little thrill as he snarls into the pillow. You feel a power that surges through you as you tame this savage beast. And you absolutely love it.

Axel

He almost spit takes his drink as you ask him, choking on the water and air a moment before pulling himself together. It’s not that he doesn’t approve of your suggestion, but more that he didn’t expect you to bring it up, and so directly at that. After his coughing fit subsides, however, he asks you a few questions. Do you know what you’re asking? Are you prepared? Do you know how to do this safely? And of course, you’re no fool, you’ve done your research. Nd after talking out the basics, Axel is pretty fucking game. He’s not eager as some others would be, but he is curious about the experience.

He even jokes about it the entire time. And when you actually get into it? Oh boy is he vocal. Not just in the moaning and whimpering, but the sass on this boy is astounding. He seems to love goading you on to fuck him harder more than the sex itself. But of course, you can’t seem to resist the little sounds he makes, as each one passes his lips, a little shiver runs through you. Soon you tease him if only to wipe the smirk from his face and he folds instantly, begging for you to get him off. Needless to say, it was a fun time for all.

Demyx

Demyx all but screams when you bring up pegging. His voice even cracks a little bit when he replies. You can tell however that he’s really nervous about you bringing it up, so you start to backtrack a little bit and try to pull back on the offer. You tell him it’s okay if he isn’t comfortable with something like that, but when you do, Demyx says he would rather think about it on his own. Of course, to Demyx, “thinking on your own” really just means turning to the one person he knew he could trust with sex advise; and that would be Xigbar. And of course, when asked about pegging, Xigbar laughs in the poor boy's face but also advocates it immediately, going off about how great a prostate orgasm is and basically doing all the sales work for you. So guess who comes back more eager than ever?

Well, when you get to it, you can still tell that Demyx is nervous, so it takes a lot of prep work and trust building before you can actually get to the main event. And of course, it’s fun, but it becomes increasingly clear that this kind of sex is just not Demyx’s cup of tea. So you both are proud of yourselves for trying but go back to making love the way you love best. No shame in not liking something after trying it!

Luxord

As soon as you ask, a smug grin appears on Luxord’s face. He was always a debaucherous man, and a rather huge fan of anal, this much you knew already. But it seemed that anal in his end was very well on the table and you didn’t even know. He is pretty much down instantly, but certainly tries to downplay his readiness with some of that smokey british charm of his. Running a hand over his platinum hair, he chuckles. “Well, my dear. I am most certainly amenable to that.. But I didn’t think you would be so eager…” he would purr into your ear in that way that gives you chills. And once you are prepares and ready, the sex is pretty freaking fun.

Since he normally enjoys anal, Luxord is a bounty of information and tips to help you do a better job, and he is one hell of a teacher. And it isn’t always you on top, but instead a long night of passionate lovemaking in all sorts of positions and means. It ends up becoming one fantastic night.

Marluxia

Oh Honey YES. You are not the first to be enjoying his forbidden garden and Marluxia is more than agreeable to play. He isn’t so eager that he is jumping up and down, but you can tell by the way that his eyes light up that he is thrilled to bits that you brought this up. On the night of, you can already tell that he spent a lot of extra time that way, preparing himself for you so that you could get right to the nasty. And boy, do you two really enjoy yourself.

While his prep work and effort is nice to see, you do take a little extra time to prepare him yourself before making love to your sweet rose. The sex almost feels like it is happening in a movie; everything just seems to go perfectly, and the love in the air mingling the scents of rose oil and bergamot sends you both into a tizzy of ardent affection. It’s all absolutely perfect. And Marluxia makes some of the most melodic sounds you had ever heard in your life.

Larxene

Larxene is pretty fucking down to peg anyone and everyone. If you want to peg her, she is also open to it, but she definitely wants her turn. So you strike a deal. You can peg her if she can peg you in the same way. It’s just equal exchange, baby, and Larxene is all about equality if she can benefit from it. The sex is pretty great, though whenever you top, she is all power bottom energy, telling you exactly where and how she wants it. And well, you can listen to her, or you could be in for getting in trouble later.

Oh but when SHE TOPS, LARXENE TOPS WITH A POWER YOU HAVE NEVER WITNESSED BEFORE. The girl straight up goes on a power trip that may as well get her off more than the sex. And you know what? You’re good with that. The way she makes you feel when you’re under her care is out of this world and when its all over, you both are so tired all you do is curl up together and relax

#lemons #organization xiii headcanons #kingdom hearts headcanon #excluding zexion roxas and xion

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arvandus · 4 years

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Always Come Home

So, I decided to write this quick Izuku X Reader snippet before bed and ended up staying up way later than I intended. Oh well! I’m a sucker for dramatic first kisses, so maybe I’ll make this a series of one-shots with a variety of BNHA characters. Anyway, let me know what you think, thanks for reading!

WARNINGS: Fluff. Like, really sappy fluff. With slight angst.

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya X reader

You stormed into the hospital, the sound of your shoes echoing off of the white walls like a hammer striking an anvil. Your feet took you straight to the front desk while your head swam with a rush of feelings. Worry. Anger. Fear…

“Midoriya, Izuku.” You stated to the receptionist who eyed you like a deer in headlights. Your words weren’t a question, but an order. You were going to see Midoriya, and when you did you were going to kick his ass.

“Room 531, 5th floor.” The receptionist replied. You gave a curt thanks, not wanting to scar the woman with your off-putting demeanor. After all, it wasn’t her fault that Izuku managed to get himself hospitalized from a villain fight, again. It seems to be his favorite MO. You’d think knowing him as long and as well as you have would numb you to his antics, but the pounding in your chest told you otherwise.

You pressed the button for the elevator, your arms crossed in front of your chest to keep you from fidgeting. You watched as the red numbers slowly changed from high to low, and you contemplated taking the stairs. You got the mental picture of storming into Izuku’s room sweaty and panting and decided against it. You didn’t want to look desperate…

Really, you didn’t want to look like you cared too much. Because the truth of it was, you did. It wasn’t always that way, of course. You had started out just friends. But Izuku had a way of getting into the hearts of people, disarming even the most stoic or the most difficult of personalities with his kind, outgoing, yet incredibly brash demeanor. Your heart got it the worst. His smiling face occupied your thoughts far more than you’d like to admit to yourself, let alone anyone else.

The elevator doors finally opened up for you, and you entered, eagerly pressing the right button. The elevator was empty, thankfully… it gave you a moment to compose yourself, to wipe your hand across your face and lean your head back against the cool metal to help still your racing heart.

Little good that did you. When the doors opened, you felt your pulse quicken again as you left the elevator. As you approached Izuku’s room, your steps began to falter until you paused outside his open door. Light from his room spilled out into the hallway, overpowering the pale fluorescent lighting that flickered from the ceiling above. You took a deep breath and forced yourself to enter the room, a smile in place.

Your breath hitched in your throat, forming an unwelcome lump that you struggled to swallow.

Izuku was awake, thankfully, but the majority of his body was wrapped in bandages. His head was wrapped, his eye purple and swollen, and his lip sported a cut colored in dried blood. Still, despite his sorry state, he noticed you as soon as you walked in, and greeted you with a big smile.

“Hey!” he exclaimed. “You didn’t have to come visit me.”

His enthusiasm snapped you out of your shock, and you scoffed at him. “Of course, I did. Every time I visit you, you get better.” You teased. You gave him a very obvious once-over as you took the chair next his bed. “Trust me, it looks like you need it.”

His warm laugh scattered your dark swirling emotions, drawing a true smile on your face at his mirth. “Well, I guess you’re right. It’s really not that bad, though…” his body betrayed him as he winced in pain, his hand instinctively clutching his bandaged side. The dark cloud around you that he had scared away a moment before returned in full force.

He always did this. He always downplayed how bad it was, how close he got to losing. You bit your cheek to tame your words. “It looks pretty bad to me…” you replied softly.

His laughter went quiet as his green eyes stared into yours in a way that made you want to hide. You mentally kicked yourself for being a little too honest, for letting your emotions sneak out with your words. “Y/N…” he said softly. “Are… you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You replied, but the words came out rushed, too fast to be convincing.

“You’re not fine.” He stated.

No, no, no. This wasn’t supposed to be happening this way. You came here to check on him, to see if there was anything he needed. Joke, tease, and maintain the status quo. He was supposed to focus on himself, on healing and getting better. Instead, he was worrying about you, and in typical Izuku fashion, he wanted access to your heart so he could help you fix whatever was broken. He was like a blood hound that caught a scent and wouldn’t let up.

“I’m fine.” You struggled to be more convincing, offering him a smile, but your eyes couldn’t meet his. He was unraveling you like a loose thread and you could feel yourself slowly becoming undone.

“You’re not.” He insisted. “What’s wrong? You’ve never acted like this before.” he asked, his voice more desperate. His hand reached out to you, but you stood up from your chair, putting distance between you.

“Why are you pushing this, Izuku?” you replied, your composure finally lost.

“Because I want to help you!” Izuku replied, his brow furrowed in confusion, and rightfully so. You’d never kept secrets from him (at least ones that didn’t involve him). You’d always had a very open friendship, filled with long mutual heart-felt discussions. And you’d never, never been mad at him before. “Was it something I said?” the worry laced in his words was palpable and cut you to the core. You didn’t want to hurt him.

You walked over towards the window and leaned against the windowsill, staring outside at the people walking the courtyard below. Your brain didn’t register what you were looking at, though. It was too busy trying to juggle jumbled feelings and broken words into something cohesive and honest.

“I hate seeing you like this.” You finally replied, keeping your eyes trained outside.

“Is that what this is about?” Izuku asked, his voice at ease again. “I’m okay, Y/N. It doesn’t even hurt that much. You shouldn’t worry about me.”

A frustrated groan escaped your lips and you spun on him, your eyes glistening with tears. “That’s just it, Izuku. I do worry about you. I worry about you all the time, and it hurts me. It hurts me to see you hurt like this.”

“Y/N…” he breathed your name, and it brushed across your soul like a cool spring breeze across the tender petals of a flower. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“Don’t.” you croaked, your voicing cracking with emotion. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

You gestured at his overall presence, “That. You. I don’t know!” You wiped your hands over your face in frustration. “You make everything so hard. You’re kind, and gentle, and sweet, and you’re always there for me and I can’t imagine my life without you. But then you run off, always rushing into danger, and you’re never careful with yourself. I know you’re a hero and it comes with the job, but you do it so recklessly. I know it’s because you care, because you’ll do whatever it takes to win and save people. But I’m afraid...I’m afraid that one of these days you… you won’t come back.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak anymore, the lump in your throat blocking your words, as you tried to sniff at your suddenly running nose. God, you probably looked terrible right now. You turned your back on him quickly, struggling to hold onto some of your remaining dignity. You knew you had probably said too much, and what’s worse, you probably sounded selfish, as if your feelings for him were more important than protecting innocent lives. You could feel a sinking into your gut that settled into nausea. He was probably questioning everything, now. Your friendship, how he accidentally let you get attached, or worse, questioning you as a person. The thought was unbearable.

You heard the shuffle of the bed covers being moved and the creak of the hospital bed as he sat up. You spun around and looked at him with incredulity.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing??” you demanded. “Stay in bed, you idiot!”

But he ignored you, and you could see from the set of his jaw that his stubborn side was activated. Izuku was a sweet guy, but he was no pushover. He closed the gap between you in a few easy strides and before you could protest, he wrapped his arms around you. You couldn’t push him away – you didn’t want to hurt him, after all. You could feel his strong arms around you, their bandages scratching your skin, the warmth of his chest pressed against your face as you could hear his strong, very much alive, heartbeat. Shock flooded your system, washing away negativity and filling it with confusion and warmth. Silent tears fell from your eyes, then more and more and they wouldn’t stop, and all you could do was wrap your arms around him.

His voice whispered softly next to your ear, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t know.”

“I can’t lose you.” You whispered back, and you felt his arms tighten around you in response.

“You won’t.” Izuku replied, his voice soft. He pulled away just enough to look at you. You stared at his now tear-stained hospital gown in embarrassment. You had thought that would be it; one friend comforting another. But then his calloused finger touched your chin, tilting your head up until you looked him in the eyes.

Green eyes, shining with emotions of his own, met yours. You felt exposed, seen. You could tell in how he looked at you that he understood everything.

Everything.

Then his lips met yours, stealing your breath with their softness despite the cut on them. Your heart pounded at his boldness and you returned the kiss with your arms around his neck and your fingers in his thick, soft hair. It was a perfect moment, frozen in time, when all of your feelings you’d kept silent in a dark hidden box were released into warm sunlight, blossoming and filling you with a fullness you had only dared to imagine up until now. Happiness, excitement, relief, freedom.

Finally, the moment was over as Izuku pulled away slightly to look at your flushed face. The finger that had tilted your chin now brushed gently across your jawline as he smiled at you.

“I’ll always come back to you, Y/N.” He whispered the words, as if they were a secret only for you. You smiled and leaned into his touch.

With a mischievous smirk, you booped him gently on the nose with your forefinger. “You’d better.”

#midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #bnha imagine #bnha imagines #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #bnha #mha #bnha fanfic #mha fanfic #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #izuku imagine #midoriya imagine

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sorewo · 4 years

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A Different Shade

Kokichi was always bullied for his heterochromia, but maybe he doesn't have to worry anymore.

I always thought this was a cute idea.

Content Warnings: Mentioned bullying, eye pain/damage

You can also read it here.

Kokichi always hated those contacts. They hurt his eyes and made them feel dry, but it was a small price to pay for not being bullied. It was even worse that he had to wear two of them, unable to find ones that matched his natural eye color perfectly. Maybe he should have gone with the yellow ones, but it’s too late now. He can blame his middle school self for that.

Sometimes he wished that he was able to give up his contacts like Shuichi gave up his hat. Suddenly free of all past mistakes and wrongdoing. However, unlike Shuichi’s hat, it would not give him empowerment. All he would receive would be pity . And pity was the last thing he wanted. He was already short, weak, and utterly vulnerable. Other’s pity would only make his situation worse, and therefore, make the rest of the students dislike him even more. He knew that the others would think that he thought it gave him an excuse to be an ass.

It was late in the game, most of the other students had long passed, and in their place, nightmares made their way into the surviving students’ dreams. It was common to hear a knock at his door late at night, Shuichi coming to him for comfort in the wake of another bad dream. It was then, after getting the detective settled, would he go about his nightly routine.

He would comfort his boyfriend, tucking him into bed and snuggling for a bit. After the boy fell asleep, Kokichi would slip out of his arms, retreating to the bathroom to remove his contacts. Afterwards, he would flush the toilet and wash out his eyes, returning to bed. The detective would be none the wiser. If he woke up during said routine, he would simply have thought that the smaller boy had gone to use the restroom and would fall back asleep knowing that the leader was still there. And if he didn’t fall back asleep in time? Not even a detective can see in the dark.

Today was different. Usually, Shuichi would simply show up teary-eyed. Kokichi certainly wasn’t expecting him to show up sobbing and shaking like a leaf. The leader gathered the taller boy in his arms, whispering affirmations in his ear as he led him to the bed, tossing him one of his yet to be washed shirts and he disappeared momentarily.

Shuichi always had a feeling that something was up. After his first few visits, he began to notice Kokichi slinking away, every night, without fail. He also noticed that Kokichi would never stay the night at his room, always coming for comfort and then, with a sweet kiss and a “thank you,” he would go back to his own room. It made him sad to know that even with him, Kokichi still had some of his walls up.

Kokichi returned with a damp towel, running it along the detective’s jawline and cheeks, wiping away the drying tears. “Do you want to talk about it?” The smaller boy finally broke the silence, looking into Shuichi’s eyes expectantly. The blue-haired boy simply shook his head, much rather wanting to finally get to bed. Honestly, whether he was faking it or not, he still wanted to cuddle. Kokichi slid his hand to his boyfriend’s cheek, placing his lips to the other’s forehead in silent agreement. He moves to lay down beside the other, opening his arms to invite the detective into his embrace. And then, much too concerned to leave the sniffling boy, he fell asleep.

The next morning, his eyes burned . When he opened them, he could barely see a thing, and they were so dry that it hurt to blink. He tried his best to escape from Shuichi’s arms without waking him before nearly sprinting to the bathroom. The doctors had told him the dangers of colored contacts, but he never quite believed that it would be this painful. His fingers slipped here and there getting them out, and he sure as hell hoped that water would be enough to ease the pain. He leaned over the sink, shuddering breaths shaking his entire body.

“Kokichi?”

Well shit. He rubbed his eyes, hoping to hide the unnatural yellow eye from his lover’s view. After a second, the smaller boy hummed in acknowledgement, attempting to downplay his immense pain. He felt a hand lay on the small of his back, and as much as he wanted to lean into the other’s touch, he couldn’t let his guard down. “Kichi, let me have a look.” Shuichi raised his hand to the other’s face, tilting the boy’s chin to face him. His hand was quickly met with a slap.

He couldn’t let Shuichi see. He just couldn’t . He didn’t want to give him another reason to leave. He had already jumped out of bed, practically ignored him, and pushed him away. All of that, and then adding this to the stew, is a recipe for the end of their relationship. Kokichi couldn’t let that happen, his boyfriend being the only thing keeping him around when the other students despise him. He would have to fix this. He loves him too much to let him go.

“I-I’m fine, Shu, don’t worry.” Fuck. He had stuttered. “Kokichi, you’re in pain . I’m going to worry, like it or not,” Shuichi started, resting the slapped-away hand on the other’s arm. “And because I’m worried, I want to know what’s wrong.” Kokichi’s eyes began to water, though he was unsure if it was because his eyes hurt, or if he was afraid he had disappointed Shuichi. If there was one thing the supreme leader hated , it was disappointing his friends.

“So please, let me see what’s wrong, dear.” Pet names always made the smaller boy soft. The detective took Kokichi’s hand in his own, gently pulling it away from his face. As he laced their fingers, he noted that Kokichi was, in fact, crying. Shuichi gently turned his head, forcing their eyes to finally meet. His own eyes widened in surprise, though not a bad one. He inched closer, searching for any and every source of pain.

The shocked look of Shuichi’s face quickly shifted into one of determination, seeing how red the other’s eyes were. The concern for his sweetheart’s wellbeing would always win over anything else, no matter the circumstances. His thumbs rubbed at the tear stains forming on the leader’s cheeks, attempting to soothe what pain he could at that moment. “They look really bad, I don’t think rubbing them will do any good.” Shuichi reached around the smaller boy, running a rag under cold water before raising it to Kokichi’s face.

He sat Kokichi on the toilet, deciding that it wouldn’t be best to leave the boy standing there on shaky legs. He moved the leader’s hand to hold the rag in place. “I’ll go get some pain medication from the kitchen. I’ll be right back, my dear.” The only response Kokichi could muster was a soft nod. The detective laid his lips on the other’s forehead before taking his leave.

When he came back, he knocked as usual, surprised to hear the loud “Come in!” that followed. He had expected Kokichi to want to be alone, especially after his “big secret” had been revealed. However, when the detective walked through the door, the leader almost looked as though nothing had transpired. Almost . Kokichi’s contacts were nowhere to be seen, his right eye a much softer purple than it had previously been, and the left one was now a dashing golden color that Shuichi had already fallen in love with.

“Shu-i-chi! What took you so long?” The taller boy flushed a light pink. No matter how long they were together, Shuichi would never get over the leader’s teasing. “I wanted to get the right medicine. I know you don’t like taking pills,” The detective said as he passed the bottle to his boyfriend. “Wow, Shu-Shu! I didn’t realize that you were that smart!” A small chuckle left Shuichi’s lips. His hand went to rest on the back of the leader’s head, his lips finding home on the golden eye that had been hidden like a treasure for years.

“Cutie.”

Maybe Kokichi didn’t have anything to worry about to begin with, but now he’s sure that Shuichi will be with him until the end.

#Dee Writes #Danganronpa #new danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #omasai #saioma #oumasai #saiouma #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #kokichi oma #shuichi saihara x kokichi oma #shuichi saihara x kokich ouma #kokichi's beta design

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ghostspideys-moved · 4 years

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We’ll Have Tomorrow

Chapter Seven

A/N: We’re getting into those good Christmas and Hanukkah vibes.

Word Count: 2.6k

Pairing: Steve Harrington x OC, Jonathan x Nancy x OC (eventually)

Summary: Christmas is right around the corner, and that means it’s time for the Christmas party Steve’s parents decided to throw. Hopefully they can avoid noisy adults.

Christmas was less than five days away now. Nearly three days away to be precise. Which meant River was now stuck going to a Christmas party with Steve. She wasn't much of a party person, but, if she remembered correctly, it was mostly going to be adults. Probably friends or colleagues of his parents.

Steve had been the one to open the door and let her in. Of course her first thought was about how huge his house was. She'd known his parents had a good amount of money, but she'd never been in a house this big before.

He must have noticed her awestruck expression as she glanced at all the art hanging in the walls, because he laughed.

River snapped out of her reverie and followed him up to his room. Even from here, she could hear the faint him of socializing downstairs, but it was barely noticeable. Besides, she had a bigger concern right now.

Steve's room was hideous.

"Not to, like, insult you or anything, but what the fuck?" The wallpaper was a strange plaid pattern almost, and the curtains matched almost perfectly. It was horrible, and she was having a hard time focusing on anything but that.

"What?" Steve asked, still not catching on.

Rive snorted. "Steve, please never become an interior decorator," she pleaded.

Steve rolled his eyes and fell back on his bed. "Shut up. This is the one thing in this house I have control over."

"Then it's even worse than I thought." She laughed and took off her jacket, setting it on his desk chair.

Admittedly, it felt a little awkward being in his room, especially given the fact that just a few days ago, she still hated him. Maybe hate was a strong word, but she hadn't liked him at all, that was for sure.

Steve probably sensed her apprehension and scooted over. "Don't worry, Matthews. I won't bite," he joked.

River rolled her eyes and hesitated before sitting next to him. She wasn’t really sure what it was, but being in his room felt weird. Because of her dad’s rules, she’d barely even interacted with a guy outside of school, so this was a first. It wasn’t bad or anything, she just didn’t really know what people did in this sort of situation.

Luckily, Steve was a lot less awkward than she was, because he seemed to have a better idea of what to do than she did.

“How about we play a game?” he asked.

Of course, River was instantly curious as to where this was going. “Uh, sure.”

He sat up a little, a huge grin on his face. By now, she’d become accustomed to feeling worried when he had that look on his face.

“Okay, we’re going to play 20 questions, which is exactly what it sounds like. I’ll ask you a question, and you have to answer truthfully. Then you ask me something, and we keep going until we hit 20 of them each,” Steve explained.

“And any question goes?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

River thought it sounded innocent enough. She nodded and let him start off with a simple question.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Purple,” she said without hesitation. She thought for a second before asking, “Favorite movie?”

“Star Wars.”

“Which one?’

Admittedly, he hadn’t known there was more than one, but rather than owning up to that, he said, “Nope. That’s two questions, missy.”

River laughed and rolled her eyes as she let him ask his next question.

“What’s your middle name?”

“Which one?”

“Hm. American one.”

“Gwendolyn.”

Steve was secretly hoping it’d be something a lot more embarrassing from what she could tell.

River leaned back on her palms, chewing her lip as she thought. “Okay, what’s your biggest fear?” she asked.

Steve laughed and gave her a shocked look. “Already asking the deep questions, I see.” He paused as he seemed to be seriously considering the question. “I’ve always been pretty scared of scarecrows since I was a kid,” he admitted.

It wasn’t the answer she was expecting, but maybe that was what made it all the funnier to her. “Scarecrows?”

“Yeah. I mean, not really anymore, but they creeped me the fuck out as a kid.”

River snorted and shook her head. “Well then that doesn’t count,” she said. “What’s your biggest fear now?”

“Woah, who says it doesn’t count?”

“I do, Harrington. Now answer the question.”

Steve sighed and thought again, this time really wracking his brain for a more truthful answer. Not that he’d been lying, but he felt like that wasn’t the full truth.

“Well, if you want me to get deep or something, I guess I’m afraid that I’ll end up alone,” he said.

Somehow, that threw her off even more than the last answer. River didn’t really think he got insecure about those things, but she supposed it happened to the best of people.

“Dude, you’re Steve Harrington. Do you know how many girls I’ve seen swooning over you over the years?” She’d never really understood it, but at least it was the truth. Even now, when he was a lot better than just last year, she still didn’t quite know what the big fuss was.

Steve scoffed and propped himself on his elbow, turning to face her. “Things have changed for me since last year. I’m not nearly as popular as I used to be.”

She never really understood why that was so important. “So what?”

Seeing the incredulous look on his face was enough to make her laugh, which only made him roll his eyes. “What do you mean ‘so what?’ My life has been in shambles since.”

“Not really. You have friends, Harrington.” “Yeah, a bunch of twelve-year olds.”

River sighed and shook her head. Not quite what she meant, but that was her point. “Yeah, but you like them,” she said. “If you didn’t I don’t think you would have really risked your life to save them.”

“Or maybe I’m just that good,” Steve insisted.

“Harrington, you literally almost died to save Dustin.” And her, but that wasn’t her point, so she didn’t add that in. “I may not know you too well, but I think that’s about as close to a declaration of friendship as it comes for you.”

Steve ran his fingers through his hair, thinking over what she said. River could tell he knew she was right, but whether he admitted that was a whole other question.

“Alright, if we’re getting deep all of a sudden, I get to pry into your head a little.”

She thought that certainly seemed fair enough. Though she wasn’t sure how truthful she’d be depending on where this next question went.

He sat up now, a much more serious look on his face. “You’re like that girl...El? So, then you had to be trapped in the lab for some time, right?”

There weren’t many ways to avoid answering this one. On the one hand, she could probably lie or downplay the whole thing, but she doubted he’d buy that. If she’d learned anything, it was that Steve wasn’t stupid by any means. He wasn’t always the brightest at times, sure, but he wasn’t dumb at all, and he would never buy it if she tried to be anything but truthful.

“Well, yeah.” River shrugged and flopped back on the bed, refusing to meet his gaze just yet. “I mean, ever since I was ten. And then my brother and I...we escaped about three years after that.”

Steve seemed surprised to hear that. He nodded and gestured for her to go on.

“Um, I’m pretty sure the only reason we didn’t get caught was because my dad was trying his hardest to keep us from the scientists,” she added. “I think after not finding us for so long, they gave up searching.” That’s what she’d always assumed anyways. “That was like five years ago, so I don’t see why they wouldn’t just give up.” He nodded, still absorbing all of the information. River was just grateful he hadn’t pushed her for more. She was surprised she’d even shared that much. Then again, he’d already seen the number on her arm when she’d showed them. And he was probably just as trustworthy as the rest of the kids.

“Can I see it again?” he asked suddenly. “Your arm?”

River hesitated for a moment before pulling up her sleeve and showing him once more.

“Holy shit.” Of course, Steve had already seen it before, but that didn’t mean it didn’t still shock him. After all, he was still wrapping his head around everything Dustin told him about El.

River nodded and pulled her sleeve back down after a moment. Before he could even think to ask anything else, his mom called them down for dinner.

Dinner went surprisingly well. Of course, Steve and River mostly just talked to each other, not wanting to have to interact with a bunch of nosy adults. In fact, any time an adult talked to them, they seemed to think she was his girlfriend, which she thought was absurd. Of course, Steve shut that thought down quickly, not wanting her to be uncomfortable. After all, he’d really just invited her over as a friend, not wanting to be alone.

The rest of the night, they stuck to his room, avoiding the loud group of people downstairs.

At some point, Steve even started playing some Christmas music. And at first, she wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or not, but he was singing so badly. But eventually, they sat back on his bed, relaxing and simply enjoying each other’s company. That was when she heard him singing quietly to himself, and it sounded beyond amazing.

River didn't want to say anything in case he stopped, so she was silent as she listened to him sing. Faintly, she could hear everyone downstairs, and the radio on Steve’s desk was playing quietly by now. Something about it all was soothing. This was probably the most calm she’d been in a long time, and she was trying to enjoy every second of it.

Once it was getting late, Steve drove her home so Hopper wouldn’t get worried. The flurries of snowflakes blew in the harsh breeze, making it nearly impossible to see. Maybe not the best time to be driving, but they’d certainly been in worse situations.

Conversation was light through the whole drive, but still enjoyable. By the time they rolled into the driveway, they were both silent until Steve turned to her.

“I know we had to deal with nosy adults, but I hope you had fun,” he said.

River smiled brightly and nodded. It hadn’t been so bad, really. And, in all honesty, she’d had more fun than she’d had in a long time. Maybe ever.

“Yeah, I definitely did,” she responded. “Then again, I have some pretty low standards.”

Steve laughed, looking forward again as the porch light turned on, meaning Hopper was definitely up. And more than likely, he was waiting for her to come in.

River paused for a moment, her mind racing as she considered asking him something. “Christmas is coming up. Obviously.” Only five days and it would finally be here. “You don’t really like being home, so I was wondering if you wanted to spend the day with us.”

Before he could respond and possibly shoot her down, she backtracked, fumbling over her words for a moment. “I mean, I know El would get a kick out of that. She loves you so far, and I think Hopper wouldn’t say it, but he likes you, too.”

Steve laughed at how awkward she was being. She wasn’t trying to be weird about it, but the last thing she wanted was for him to think this was her flirting or something of that sort. Really, she just wanted him to have a decent Christmas, and if that meant escaping his parents, she was glad to offer an alternative.

“Yeah, I think I’ll take you up on that.” He grinned. For some reason, one she didn’t fully understand, it made her sigh in relief, feeling as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

“Good. I’ll, uh, tell Hop to expect you,” she said. “Goodnight, Harrington.”

He waved and said goodbye as she got out of the car and trekked up to the porch, quickly getting herself out of the cold.

Inside, River pulled off her boots and set them by the door so she wouldn’t track snow inside. She’d done that many times before, mostly because she forgot simple things like that every now and then.

As expected, Hopper was up, sitting in his chair while the TV played quietly, a beer in his hand. From what she could tell, Hawthorne and El must already be asleep, or at the very least in their rooms.

As soon as Hopper noticed she was home, he turned as she was walking over to join him. He let her settle on the couch before asking her anything.

“How’d your date with Harrington go?” he questioned, taking another swig of his beer.

River rolled her eyes and glanced at the TV. “It was not a date, for starters.” He only seemed to laugh at her insistence. “And second of all, it went pretty well, actually.”

“Glad to hear it,” he said. “I sure hope he didn’t think it was a date.”

She groaned, partially embarrassed by this line of questioning. “No, not as far as I could tell. You know, I can just be friends with him, right?”

“I’m not saying you can’t, but I am saying I know how boys are.”

The whole night, she hadn’t really picked up on anything like that from Steve. He really just seemed relieved to have some actual company, which she could totally understand.

“Steve’s changed a lot, and it continues to surprise me,” River admitted. “And trust me, if he hadn’t I don’t think I would have agreed to go. So I don’t really think anything you’re thinking of was on his mind. And I should know.”

Maybe she was still learning, but she could control her powers well enough to hear anything Steve might have been thinking. Of course, there was a certain line of privacy she never wanted to cross, so she wouldn’t have pried.

“Yeah, I know, kiddo. He’s not as bad as I expected, either.” She could tell he really meant it, and she had to agree. Steve was oddly full of surprises, and she had a feeling he wasn’t going to stop surprising her any time soon.

River stayed in the living room for a while. She tried to relax, either of them really saying much. It was a comfortable silence, though. Neither of them needed to say much right now, so they didn’t.

Eventually, she was growing tired, and her eyelids were growing heavy.

Hopper pulled himself out of the chair and turned the Tv off. He ruffled her hair, a slight smile on his face. “Get some sleep, kid.”

River nodded and slowly got up, stretching her arms and legs, before dragging herself to bed. Sometimes, it was hard for her to fall asleep, but this was not one of those times. Over the last few weeks, she often found herself lying awake late at night, unable to do anything but think.

Her life was much better than it had been not long ago, but it was hard for her to really accept that. She was afraid she’d let her guard down, and the illusion of security would break. All of this might suddenly vanish, like a beautiful dream that she would never remember if she woke up. It might slip away from her forever.

Thankfully, she felt a lot less worried this time, and as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light. She couldn’t even remember having a nightmare, which was the first time she could think of that happening in a long time.

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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-What was the last song that you sang out loud? I’ve had Dance Again by Selena Gomez stuck in my head.

-If someone has bad breath, do you tell him or her? No :X I’m the worst about that stuff cause people will tell you they would want you to tell them, but I just feel so awkward about it and like how do you even bring something like that up? I mean, I have done the thing where I get some gum and offer them some haha, but I don’t tell them their breath smells.

-With which friend are you most likely to share a secret? I share my secrets with ya’ll and Twitter, ha.

-Do you have an item that comforts you when you are sad/scared? No. Well, unless count my phone cause I can use the YouTube app and listen to ASMR, which is calming for me.

-When are you likely to hide your emotions? I do that majority of the time. Well, try to. I downplay them a lot. I’m not as good at it anymore as I used to be. These past few years my emotions started taking over and getting the best of me. When I’m in a mood, I shut down and just get quiet and standoffish. If you talk to me, I’m short and you can just see all over my face.

-Which is scarier: Dying of thirst or of starvation? Both would be horrible.

-Who was the last person to take your breath away? I haven’t felt that way from a person in a very long time.

-When you turn on the TV, what channel do you flip to? My go-to channels to check first are always E! and MTV. If nothing of interest is on, then I just scroll through the guide. It also depends on the time of day.

-Have you ever tried to help someone quit smoking? No.

-What was the last comment someone made on your music taste? I don’t recall.

-Where do you go/what do you do when you need to calm down? My bed. I’ll typically listen to an ASMR video and probably find a survey to ramble about it in and/or tweet about it. Okay let’s be real, before I do any of that I probably have a good cry first.

-What was the last mess you cleaned up? Uhh I mean, I threw away my paper plate and napkins I used yesterday after I finished eating.

- [TW] Have you ever had to talk anyone out of suicide? Yes.

-When you think of tomorrow, what feelings come to mind? Nothing.

-Who, in your opinion, has an amazing voice? Demi Lovato first came to mind. She sang the hats and helmets off of everyone during her Super Bowl performance of the National Anthem.

-Would you ever camp out on a beach, under the stars? No.

-What is the last thing you complained about? Not feeling well and about how achey I am.

-What was the last curse-word you said? Probably “shit.”

-When you fake sick to get out of school, what do you say or do to convince your parents that you are sick? I’m 30 years old and no longer in school, but when I was younger I didn’t really have to do that because I felt sick often enough.

-How did you recover from your last bout of tears? I cried them all out and then just did my usual activities (Tumblr, surveys, YouTube, watched TV).

-Do you still talk to your very first best friend? No.

-When was the last time something went terribly wrong? Blah.

-How do you console someone when he or she is upset? I’m soooo awkward when it comes to that. I just let them vent if they need to, but I struggle with what to say and do.

-Have you ever seen either one of your parents cry? I’ve seen both and it’s the worst thing ever to me. I hate seeing one of my parents cry.

-Choose one: Trip to outerspace, or trip underneath the oceans? Oh jeez, you just listed a couple of my biggest fears.

-How often do you feel overwhelmed? Often.

-How do you deal with everyday life? I...don’t. :/

-Do you have any secret obsessions or guilty pleasures? Nah. I’m not ashamed of any of the things I like.

-Aside from on this survey, what was the last thing you wrote about? Whatever I last tweeted. I forget.

-Who in your family do you act like the most? I have a lot of my dad’s personality traits. He’s moody, irritable, and easily stressed and overwhelmed. Sound familiar?

-What is the most romantically sweet thing someone has done for you? Ty did a lot of things. The thing that always stands out is one year during Christmas he drove to my house one night because had a present for me and it consisted of little things that I mentioned briefly that I liked and it was just really sweet cause it showed he was actually listening and paying attention. The fact he remembered and then went out and bought those things for me was just really, really sweet. He was so excited to give it to me. He didn’t want me to open them right then, he wanted me to wait until Christmas and send him a video of me opening them so he could see my reaction.

-When you go out to the mall, do people stare? When I go anywhere in public people stare.

-Have you ever been confronted by a mall cop for your behavior? No, but I did have one tell me to take my hood off haha. I just came in and it was raining and he came up to me like, “you need to take off your hood.” Like okay jeez.

-What just tears at your heartstrings? Hearing about a child dying or being abused. Animal abuse, too. Breaks my heart.

-Is there a show you swear that you will never watch? I don’t feel that strongly, but there’s a lot of shows I have no interest in watching.

-What was the last topic that you ranted about? I don’t remember.

-Is there someone that makes you feel like you’re walking on eggshells? Sometimes. I’ve been told people feel that way around me as well.

-Were you ever afraid of one of your past teachers? No.

-Have you ever been in a physical fight on school grounds? No. Or ever.

-Have you written anything in a bathroom stall? What, if anything? Nope.

-Is your school like the drama capital of the country? I wasn’t involved in any of that when I was in school. I heard some stuff, but I wasn’t all invested in it like a lot of people.

-A homeless man asks you for 50 cents; how do you respond? If I have it, sure. I don’t usually have any change or cash on me, though.

-When was the last time you visited a thrift store? I don’t go to any.

-Can you handle constructive criticism? I can’t say I wouldn’t feel some type of way about it, ha. I’m just a sensitive bitch. Guess it would depend on what it was about, though. Like if someone was like, “hey, red doesn’t really look great with your skin tone and it clashes with your hair, you shouldn’t wear that” I wouldn’t care. I’d still wear it if I wanted.

Who is the most sensitive person that you know? Meeeee.

-Have you ever had a tooth (or teeth) pulled? Yes.

-You can have one famous person’s wardrobe; who do you choose, and why? I guess someone who was very casual like me and likes to wear graphic tees and leggings. I’d like to have their collection, ha.

-When was the last time you wrote someone a note? I have no idea.

-Do you tell your parents before you go somewhere, or just leave? My family and I are 4 adults living together and we all tell each other when we’re leaving and where we’re going. It’s just our thing. If something were to happen, we’d at least have an idea of where the other was headed. And it’s just common courtesy to us to say goodbye.

-What was the last thing you tried to get out of doing? I’d like to get out of my doctor appointment this afternoon. I’m still recouping.

-On average, how many surveys do you fill out in one day? It varies. Usually a few. Some days more than others.

-How many hours a day do you spend on Bzoink? I don’t use Bzoink.

-Which season do you dread the most? Summer D: It seems to go on forever and it just gets SO hot and miserable here.

-Do you ever brag about your achievements? I’ve never been one to brag. Not that I have anything to brag about, but it’s not a cute look.

-When was the last time that you watched the sun come up? Last week. We were at the airport before the sun was up and it was coming up after we just got on the plane.

-What did you do last Halloween? Watched scary movies and got takeout.

-Last Thanksgiving? Had a nice, big, delicious feast with my family.

-Last Christmas - if you celebrate? Christmas morning we got up early like we always do to open presents and then messed around with our stuff before pretty much resting the rest of the day. Oh, and we had our Christmas dinner that we usually do Christmas Eve, but my mom had to work until midnight that night.

-How did you celebrate the arrival of the new year? My mom and I watched the New Year’s festivities and counted down while the ball dropped. My dad fell asleep at like 9, so he was already out for the night and my brother was out with friends.

-Is there a foreign culture you’d like to learn more about? It’s interesting to learn about different cultures.

-Have you ever (purposely or accidentally) played with someone’s heart? I don’t think so. I’ve had it done to me a lot, though.

-Has anyone ever played with yours? Yes.

-Have you ever seen a famous painting and thought “I could have done that?” I admit that I’ve seen ones that were just like splatters and thought that. :X

-Fire drills: Did you ever wish they were real … just once? Yeah as a kid cause all that came to mind was we’d get to go home and not that it would mean there was an actual fire haha.

-What is the scariest thing about attending your school? I’m done with school.

-Are you a good judge of other people’s intentions? I think so.

What was the last thing that you felt strongly about? My faith.

-Shopping: best with friends, parents, bf/gf, or alone? Alone at home online, ha.

-What is one insecurity you have about your body? Everything.

-What is one part of your body that you are proud of? I like my hair currently only cause I recently got it colored and trimmed (finally).

-When was the last time someone told you to turn your music down? The night before we left for our trip. I was up late packing and my mom came in to ask me to turn my music down, ha. I didn’t end up sleeping at all that night. We left for the airport at 430. I didn’t sleep at all on the ride there or on our flight. I didn’t sleep until that night at the hotel. I honestly have NO idea how I did it.

-When you don’t know how to spell a word, do you look it up? Yeah, I just Google it real quick.

-Are you one to spend a lot of time in the bathroom? No.

-Have you seen the movie Super Size Me? Yeah, we had to in class. We watched it my sophomore year in my history class for some reason haha.

-Do you still eat at McDonald’s, regardless of that film? I was turned off to it for a little bit afterwards, but it didn’t last long. haha. I mean yeah, don’t eat it 3 times a day obviously.

-Do you ever consider the challenges other races go through? Yes.

-When was the last time you doubted your abilities? All the time. What abilities?

-At your favorite restaurant, what do you order? I always order chicken tenders and fries at any restaurant, ha.

-What was the last thing you wished for? I don’t wish for things.

-How many times a day, on average, do you look at the time? A lot.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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i-nq · 5 years

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OC Soul Color

I stole this from @ironbullsmissingeye bc it looked fun.

I bolded the bits that i feel really fit them.

MAE:

The color you fit most is Blue!

Seen as the most popular favorite color, and for a good reason, the blue soulcolor is admired by many, even if they aren’t conscious of it. Friendly, loyal, and always there when you need them, the blue soulcolor is a people pleaser with a heart of gold.

People with this soul color are charismatic in a small way, choosing to speak as much as they listen, and take a genuine interest in people. They look past beauty and see the hidden soul under the skin. Loyal to a fault, they often downplay other’s negative traits as “quirks” and choose to see the best in everyone. They often miss social cues and overstay their welcome without meaning to.

While they might not seem the type to some, the blue soulcolor is likely to fall into fits of depression and self loathing. This is because they have high expectations and hold themselves to strong moral conduct, and failing that moral conduct means failing other people. Even if it’s not their fault, they will choose to take the blame.

When gathering a group of friends, this color likes stability and harmony. They hold onto friendships from their childhood, even if their interests shift, and have a hard time letting people go. Changes in relationships scare them. They will be the first friend to show up at your house when you need them, whether they live a short distance or not.

TALLY:

The color you fit most is Yellow!

People with yellow soulcolors are perfectionists that strive to be their best. They are always analyzing themselves and others. If they feel dissatisfied with their work, they will reflect on how to make it better then change their ways to suit their needs. These people are often successful in everything they do since they set such high goals and strive to meet them.

Often cheerful, this type will crack sarcastic and dark humor behind a smile, making you guess if you heard them correctly or question their motives. They are fun to be around and often bring the “hey it could always be worse” ideology to the table, but fail to listen to it themselves.

Yellow soulcolors are constant worriers. They are always thinking about what’s wrong and making sure they double check everything. This can be tedious, as the yellow soulcolor will often spend hours making sure everything is practically perfect in every way.

Independent and limiting themselves to a select group of friends, yellow soulcolors are excellent for providing for their families and others. In fact, they feel unsatisfactory if they’re not the one bringing home the bacon. They need to feel important and get the support to do so, or they’ll worry they’re doing wrong and try to fix it.

SAH’REN:

The color you fit most is Pink!

Never short of affection, patience, or understanding, those with a pink soul color are energetic and respected. They are seen as nurturing individuals, and they attract many people who feel misguided in life. They tend to always find the good in every situation and inspire others to do the same.

Pink soulcolors are highly in tune with their emotions and the emotions of others. They believe all feelings should be acknowledged and dealt with in a healthy manner. They look out for those who don’t look out for themselves, often spreading themselves thin and crashing in the process.

While friendly, this color is introverted and shies away from social gatherings. However, it’s not uncommon for them to accompany a friend out into a social situation or be a wingman if needed. Their friend circle comes first and foremost, whether it be large or small, and they will attempt to make time for everyone even if they are spent.

This color is also drawn to doubt and question if they’re doing enough. They like to conform and know that they are accepted. This leads them to try and be something they’re not, and they often grow disappointed or disgusted with themselves should they deceive themselves and others for too long. They are also bad at keeping promises, setting goals they can’t achieve, and unintentionally disappointing those they wanted to impress.

HALLEN:

The color you fit most is Red!

People with red soul colors are usually cheerful and active. They are optimistic and turn negative situations into a positive one. They are dreamers and visionaries, ready to aim high and achieve great things.

One thing this color is never short of is attention. Whether they’re actively seeking it out or getting it unknowingly, this color basks in the positive praise of others. Their charismatic and high energy personality draws people to them.

Often competitive, this color is always trying to outdo themselves. Perfection is a never ending goal, and they will constantly feel like they’re never doing enough. They’re always looking for new and exciting, often overlooking things that are a constant in their life and taking them for granted.

One thing that’s notable about this color is their explosive temper. Because they feel so deeply in what they do, they will often lash out when feeling threatened. They have a knack for saying things they don’t necessarily mean. However, it’s often short lived, as is their attention, and they will most likely forget about what angered them in the first place.

SOLANA:

The color you fit most is Gold!

Considered a lucky color to have, the gold soul color is never short of achieving their goals and prospering. Analytical, intelligent, and cunning, the gold soulcolor is alluring to even those who aren’t their soulmate. You either envy them or hate them, there is no in between, and they’re fine with that.

This color has expensive tastes and chooses to live in the world of high fashion. They aren’t shy about showing off their achievements and wealth, and they often lose themselves in materialistic things. Bigger and better is their motto.

Gold soulmarks can seem shallow and judgmental to those who don’t know them well. They’re not afraid to cut nuisance out of their life and don’t put up with different opinions than their own. They are known to indulge in self care often, and they avoid things that stress them out as much as possible.

Always knowing how to get what they want, the gold soul color surrounds themselves with people who are not going to stand in their way. They are usually surrounded by a small clique of people designed to lift their spirits with praise. They are also clingy to those who make them feel good, and they are known for bending for those they deem important.

MANEHN:

The color you fit most is Green!

Loyal, down to earth, and friendly, the green personality type lives a “live and let live” lifestyle. They are calming to be around and choose to listen and observe more than they speak. This type tends to be a shoulder to cry on in times of need, and they often take care of others before themselves.

When working, they see the big picture instead of little details. This makes them lose faith in their projects if they’re moving too slow or not achieving what they want, and they often jump from topic to topic without meaning to.

Green soulcolors are emotionally intelligent, and they pay attention to body language and verbal cues. If you’re lying, they’ll be the first to know. They are honest about themselves and their motives, being the most sincere color out there. However, they are less likely to give themselves credit and often brush off compliments.

This color is people oriented and loves to be friendly. They are also people pleasers and don’t like to stir up conflict, and they will often choose to go along with an idea they hate as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone. Since they are so loyal, they don’t tend to see the bad in those they care about, and it often gets them into trouble when dealing with toxic people.

SEBASTIAN:

The color you fit most is White!

Also known as the kinder soulcolor, people with white soulmarks are seen as innocent, childlike, and pure. Most people before they enter adolescence will glow white when around a soulmate, but they will grow out of it in their teen years. It’s the rarest color to have as an adult.

Many people who glow white are treated like children, so they present themselves in an adult like way. They are structured, focus on maturity, and distance themselves from things that bring them joy. They are least likely to share their interests around people they don’t know and are afraid of being patronized.

This type is highly intelligent and appears to prefer being single than in a relationship. They are often alone, preferring not to bog themselves with unnecessary drama, and have no patience for those who criticize them or their work.

Despite their tough exterior, these people are gentle souls. They often express their interests to a select few they trust, and they spend their time theorizing about or analyzing things they enjoy. They are studios and curious, especially when it comes to what makes things work, and have a childlike wonder to them despite being so adamant to present as a mature individual.

#maethren lavellan #tal'ren lavellan #sah'ren lavellan #hallen lavellan #solana lavellan #manehn lavellan #sebastian lavellan #oc tag

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mcarfield · 6 years

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Me listening to this new James McArdle podcast interview: HIS VOICE IS SO BEAUTIFUL HELP GOD @earlgreytea68 : awwwww I can't help, sorry I now have to disappear to write my words boo Me: yes you should do that leave me here to die it's fine

MORE THOUGHTS i’m just going to have a freakout on you guys here hi

- omfg James dying to get back to Glasgow, bless his heart <3

- he sounds so exhausted oh my gosh my sweet son. And the shock at how bad Manhattan smells in the summer, haha. oh James.

- omg! he had an emergency operation over the break between London/NYC!!!! HE THOUGHT HE WASN’T GONNA GET TO BROADWAY OMG THIS DRAMA

- His care and attention for the Jewish aspects, like, he’s talked about that before, but he’s so — “you knew in new york they were out for blood if you didn’t”

- AHA. HERE WE GO. HIM TALKING ABOUT HOW YOU’RE ON SHOW CONSTANTLY IN NEW YORK. “Everything was held at the Marriott Marquis in Times Square, all I can remember is being at the Marriott and shaking — these botox faces “ — this actually is hilarious to me because I competed in a national talent competition (and won, no humblebrag) when I was in high school and every year it was in the Marriott Marquis and it was such a big deal and so I’ve always associated that hotel with the hoity toity Broadway shenanigans ad I love this.

- NO BUT REALLY JAMES MCARDLE, WE ALREADY KNEW YOU WERE CONSTANTLY EXHAUSTED BY HAVING TO DO THE RED CARPET.

[Me: omg he's talking about how much he hated doing the red carpet in NYC and how you were "always on show" omfg like am i not writing a fic about this literally right now BECAUSE I SEE INTO YOUR SOUL, JAMES MCARDLE

EGT: oh my god lol ]

- James talking about how everyone kept freaking out about how Scottish he was to be playing Louis, okay, someday i’m seriously going to make a roundup of all the times over his career that James McArdle has been Scots-shamed because it is ABSURD and RIDICULOUS and INFURIATING and APPARENTLY PERPETUAL, this keeps happening to him it’s so ludicrous okay i’m calm it’s cool

- and then he's just like, "it went well, thankfully" aksjfd;lasdfklasdslsadfkladsa oh my god the downplaying, i cannot. HE SERIOUSLY HAS NO IDEA HOW PHENOMENAL HE IS. he’s so self-deprecating.

- AAAAAAND now he’s talking about the UK class system, yes, yes, and “I think to certain audiences I will always be a Scottish actor” YES, DRAG THEM ALL, JIMMY.

(Also it took us a grand total of exactly 6 minutes to arrive at UK class politics because this is an interview with James McArdle and that’s just what you get, god i love him <3 <3 <3)

- omfg when he says that he felt like the new york crowd was baying for blood with him in particular, i 100% agree with this, all the reviews and audience comments i’ve read for this show from NYers, people just seemed so vicious about him not being Jewish (way more than Andrew not being queer), and the critics just couldn’t seem to get over his Scottishness, and it just has grated on me so much guys, i’m so sad that he felt that, too, BUT ALSO LOOK HOW MUCH HE FUCKING SHOWED THEM.

- James about the UK version of Scots-shaming = “They say you’re Scottish but they mean you’re working class, and you’ll never escape that” Yes, yes. He’s hinted at this so many times, and i’m glad he’s just coming out and saying it.

- His love for the James plays <3

- ALSO HIS HILARIOUS MOCKERY OF POSH BRITISH ACCENTS LOL

(James McArdle, you will absolutely one day play Hamlet, and that fellow RADA student who told you that you never would was probably losing his mind and feeling incredibly threatened because of how fucking incredible you are)

- They're setting Peer Gynt in Scotland because James is Scottish! What! Why are they doing this ahaha! THIS IS SO WEIRD. I MEAN. I WILL STILL SHOW UP FOR IT 8 TIMES BUT ISN’T THIS KINDA CONDESCENDING?!

- “Marianne Elliott is a perfectionist and i love her for that” <3

- Tovey didn’t want to do it, HMMMM, that’s so leading, I think that’s so veiled haha.

- JAMES THINKS PRIOR IS A BIT OF A WHINGE AHAHAHA OMG I LOVE HIM <3 SPOKEN LIKE THE GUY PLAYING LOUIS, THAT’S THE MOST HILARIOUS <3

- James saying he views the play as one big play and not two plays is very validating, this is also how I feel! THANKS BUDDY

- oh my god the Mouse Hunt story jklsadf;a

- I love him talking about Nathan Lane lolol

- I ALSO LOVE THE TWO OPENINGS TO BOTH PARTS OF THE PLAY I’M SO HAPPY HE GAVE THESE BEAUTIFUL MONOLOGUES THE LOVE THEY DESERVE <3

- “by the end of the fucking run they were just clap-happy. Ugh, it’s not a musical” sdf;lafkldsf;klsdfklasd oh my god i love him he’s the best

- “it’s good but it’s better that it’s over” ahahaha GUYS WHAT WAS I JUST SAYING LOL

- oh my gosh him describing how the fear of the Democracy in America scene got worse over time, and how it actually got "unbearable”!!!!! oh gosh, you can totally understand why he was afraid, too, because like I said elsewhere on this tumblr, the audience often thought he was dropping/missing lines when he was just delivering them so erratically and Louis-y omg <3 <3 James ILU you’re wonderful

- ahahaha omg the description of him dropping the single line though as Louis ahaha, god, he’s amazing, i love that he’s so open about the PSYCHOLOGICAL TERROR THAT IS ACTING HAHA

- his stance on being terrified of complacency is so obvious in everything he does, ahaha, what a good

- “i’m not method or anything, but i’m neurotic” — *rolls up sleeves* OKAY HERE WE GO DSAFKLJADS;F

- ANDREW IMMEDIATELY NOTICING THAT JAMES WAS FREAKED OUT BECAUSE HE MESSED UP A SINGLE WORD IN THEIR SCENE THOUGH

- OKAY

TONIGHT

I AM LEARNING

THAT JAMES MCARDLE IS A WALKING HURT/COMFORT TROPE OH MY GOD DSFKLJ;AFD

THIS STORY ABOUT HIM FORGETTING THIS SINGLE WORD AND HAVING 2 SOLID WEEKS OF STAGE FRIGHT IS SO SAD AND PURE :( :( :(

[EGT: I hope Andrew fucked him out of it

sdkf;akdsfkdskds ]

- James is so proud of being a PACE kid, awwwwww that’s so dorky and sweet

- “I still feel like I’m 16″ sdflkas;fdadskfa; omg the self-deprecation is so real

- “I feel like I’m an 87-year-old woman trapped in the body of an 18-year-old but the truth is I’m just an average 28-year-old man” wait wait DID HE JUST AGE HIMSELF DOWN A YEAR, I THOUGHT HE WAS 29? ahaha how does nobody know how old he is, i kept having to update his age in my first fic because i kept reading different reports about how old he was, god lol

- "i can't sing. i don't do false modesty and i'm telling you i can't sing."

jsdflsajflasjdljfs;lksdsd okay okay okay

1) lol somehow i already knew he couldn’t sing because he seems like the kind of guy who is philosophically opposed to the idea of himself singing ahaha

2) “i don’t do false modesty” oh my god this is so hot lololol

3) BUT ALSO JAMES MCARDLE YOU’VE JUST SAID LIKE 80 SELF-DEPRECATING STATEMENTS IN THIS ONE INTERVIEW ALONE LOL, INCLUDING THIS ONE

4) LOL WHATEVER FUCK YOU <3

- OH MY GOD THIS BAT STORY ASLDKJF;SFAD THIS BAT STORY

- i love that he’s telling his RADA audition story, omg <3 i’ve been wanting him to elaborate on this story!!!!! “you cheeky little bastard” — omfg i love him, you are a cheeky little bastard, well done, James McArdle <3

- “James McArdle, you walk like a fucking pogo stick” askldfjflaks;df what ahaha

- THEY’RE DOING AN AUDIOBOOK OF ANGELS <3 I’M SO EXCITED FOR THIS <3

- how is he still allowed to not say what the play is, WE ALL KNOW IT’S THE IBSEN CYCLE, LOL

- I’m so glad he’s taking this whole month off and SO glad he’s steering clear of the Fringe ahaha, and I’m sorry, barring the press junket for Mary Queen of Scots, what the hell is he doing with his time for the next 12 months, god damn

- ahahaha i’m sad we were deprived of “Mr. Brightside” as an Irish jig.

- “I also find now, the older I get — I’m saying this like I’m some old, jaded — I don’t even like to engage in conversations about the plays or the play. I just let people — especially people who ardently give you their clever opinion about what they liked and what they don’t like, and I just don’t care.” — James McArdle, I understand this impulse but also I think you might be a wee bit depressed

- “I’m not remotely interested, I want you to say I looked great, my costumes looked brilliant, and I was great.” ahaha. NO FALSE MODESTY HERE lol.

- “I’m grumpy, I feel grumpy!” salkjdfksalfd God he sounds like he needs such a long relaxing happy colorful vacation. I hope he gets it. <3

(But also I’m really glad he’s talking about how he needs to keep momentum going and find more work soon because this is exactly the plot of the fic I’m writing right now, which is set right now, and it’s nice that I’m keeping it in-character ahaha, THANKS, JAMES MCARDLE, CONTINUE TO BE BEAUTIFULLY TRANSPARENT, BYE)

#james mcardle #when will james mcardle come home from the war #lol #long post #god this is so long and i love him so much

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That’s Not On Chipotle’s Menu | Larry Stylinson

Pairing: Larry Stylinson

Summary: In which Harry and Louis go out to lunch after not seeing each other for a long time and Harry accidentally lets something slip.

Length: 2K

Also on my Wattpad + AO3 accounts:

Wattpad: 1D_HarryStyles_1D

AO3: xdistorted_cliffordx

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Seeing someone that you haven’t seen in over a year was something that caused high anxiety. You had to make sure that you looked like your life was well put together (even if it was quite the opposite). You had to look good. Like you couldn’t wear your usual t-shirt and raggedy joggers - you had to dress up in a flouncy blouse, freshly pressed skinny jeans, and your best pair of dress shoes or Chelsea boots. It was almost like you had to rebirth yourself so you could impress the socks off of whoever it was that you were meeting with.

If that wasn’t enough stress, it didn’t help that you had been feeling very strongly for that specific friend that you’re going to be meeting with. Especially if you didn’t know for sure what their sexuality was. Especially if you used to have romantic relations with them throughout your time working together.

That was Harry’s case. It was something that was never really put to rest in Harry’s mind. He had always had feelings for Louis, even after the way things had ended. He tried not to let it bother him, just so nobody would be suspicious of anything. They were part of the world’s biggest boy band. Their every move was under the world’s largest microscope at all times. After they had gone on hiatus in 2015, the band had made it a recurring thing that they meet up and hang out with each other at least once a month. It worked well throughout the year, but tapered off towards the end of November 2016 because of scheduling mishaps. Louis and Harry were the only ones that really made the effort after that, only meeting up twice between November 2016 and June 2017. That was the last time that the two had been together.

And the feelings Harry had for him had grown significantly.

He had tried his best to move on from the attraction - he had even tried to start relationships, but they had never gone further than a few dates. He kept comparing them to Louis and reminiscing on the love that they used to share with each other. When Harry took off on his first small venue tour as a solo artist, he gave up on trying to forget him. All of the songs that were on his album were literally all about Louis. It made him think of him more and made him miss him even more. It also didn’t help that Louis was releasing music either. Harry could just have read into it, but he was sure that Miss You was about him. But he was also supposedly back with Eleanor. While the fans came to conclusions that it was just for PR because he was still under a branch of Modest!, Harry was weary that it was real. When they had been together during One Direction, Louis had always shown a type of attraction. Harry wasn’t sure it was a romantic attraction (he hoped that it wasn’t), but the two clicked. They got on really well together and if Harry hadn’t known that it was just a PR stunt to downplay the fans’ suspicions, he would’ve believed that what they had was actually real.

Along with all of the interviews that Louis had done. The seriousness that was in voice when he talked about Larry and how it was basically bullshit...either he was a really good actor or he was being truthful. Harry felt hurt when he would see his responses to the questions. It was as though he was completely forgetting what they had once had together. As if it was just a memory that he wanted to forget. He wouldn’t blame Louis if he wanted to forget part of it. It did hurt to remember certain events that had happened, especially how things had crumbled at the very end. But to be so sour at the mere mention of it? That was what saddened Harry because he valued all of the good memories and his time that he had gotten to spend with Louis.

Harry took a deep breath, shaking himself out of his thoughts. He didn’t want to think about it anymore, especially before he had to see him. He wanted to be happy and excited when they saw each other again - not disgruntled and upset. He went over to the mirror next to the closet and straightened out his outfit one more time and gave his short hair a quick fluff with his hands. He thought he looked good, but he was missing one thing. He went over to his vanity and grabbed the tube of Posie K liquid lipstick, applying a swipe of it to his upper lip before rubbing them together. While he didn’t really care for the Kardashian-Jenner clan that much after the PR stunts, he did enjoy their cosmetic lines. Posie K was the closest to his lip color, but gave off the idea that he was actually wearing makeup.

His phone started to vibrate on the end table with a text. He flipped it over, Louis’ name popping up on the screen with a message beneath it: almost to your place :) xx. Harry’s heart fluttered as he read the signature. It had been so long since he had really texted Louis and when they had set up this lunch date, Harry had been sent into orbit with the amount of feelings and happiness that Louis conjured out of him. If anything, Harry was beyond scared how he was going to act around Louis in person again. He felt like a fangirl meeting her idol for the first time.

Harry grabbed his cologne from its place and gave himself a few extra spritz. He was wearing his favorite pink blouse and he felt like a prince. This was going to hopefully be the best day of his entire life.

There was a series of knocks on the door, causing Harry to prance downstairs from his bedroom and nearly break into a full sprint to the door. However, before he opened it, he let himself pant for a minute and straightened out his blouse once again before twisting the bronze door knob. When he saw the man on the other side, he had to will himself not to squeal or say something that he knew that he would regret.

“Hey, ‘Arry,” Louis greeted with his beautiful smile.

“Hey, Louis. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Harry said, trying to make the words sound casual. “Come in, come in.”

Harry moved out of the way, letting Louis into the penthouse. He watched as he looked around, taking in his surroundings. He turned to Harry, an impressed expression on his face. “You’ve changed the place since the last time that I was here.”

“Eh, it’s mostly just more cleaned up since the last time I had you over,” Harry chuckled.

“Please, you’re the cleanest person I know,” Louis teased.

The two caught up with each other a little bit more. Harry paid close attention to Louis, hanging off his every word as though it would change his life forever. He missed talking to him. There was just something about Louis talking that made it feel like he was telling a story and you were so intrigued, even if he was just telling you what the weather was. There wasn’t any mention of Eleanor, much to Harry’s surprise. He was relieved about it, but he still wasn’t positive if they were together. It was quite selfish of him, he hoped not.

They were seated in Louis’ car, driving through the streets of Los Angeles like it was nothing. It was definitely a different place than London. It didn’t feel homey at all. It felt busy and crowded and most of all, fake. Harry didn’t like that really. The only reason that he had a home there was so he could get out of London when he got annoyed of it there or when he wanted to work with other artists.

“So, where would you like to go for lunch? You’re dressed to the nines and I look like a hot mess compared, so nowhere too fancy,” Louis chuckled.

Harry laughed along with him. “I’m not too picky. I’m not really in the mood for a big and fancy meal if I’m honest. It feels almost superficial to me if we’re just catching up with each other.”

“Ah, yes. That is true,” Louis agreed. Suddenly, his face lit up like he had an idea. “I know a place we can go. I think you’ll like it.”

“Where is it?” Harry wondered.

“You’ll have to wait and see,” Louis smirked. “You like Mexican food, yeah?”

“I’m afraid to answer that, but yes…” Harry said cautiously.

They drove the rest of the way in silence. Harry was excited because Louis hadn’t taken him on a surprise lunch/dinner date since…well, since they were in a relationship. It brought back memories for Harry, ones that he was certainly fond of. And for a moment, it felt like old times. He couldn’t help but wonder if Louis was feeling the same way.

Louis took an exit that led into the less uppity part of town. It was a part of town that Harry didn’t go to very often. Not because it wasn’t what people would consider his “class,” but because he didn’t go out that much in L.A. He usually only went to recording studios or agreed to go out to dinner with an artist or someone from his band/management, who always chose to go to expensive and exclusive restaurants. Harry would be just as happy with a dinner from Olive Garden rather than a forty dollar steak that was as big as a baby’s fist.

He slowed down and drove into a parallel spot. Harry looked out the window at the establishment they were parked in front of, quirking his brows. “We’re eating at a tax office?:

Louis rolled his eyes jokingly. “Yes, Harold. We’re going to crunch some numbers. No, we’re going down two buildings.”

Harry giggled and then looked down the walk, his eyes landing on a sign that read “Chipotle.” He shrugged, alright with the choice. While he had never eaten there, he was interested in what they had to offer. “I’ve never eaten there.”

Louis looked at him with wide eyes. “You’ve never eaten here?!”

“Nope. I’ve heard of it, but never got around to trying it,” Harry admitted.

“Well, Haz, we’re going to pop your Chipotle cherry,” Louis encouraged, using his old nickname.

The two got out of the car and walked down the sidewalk until they got to the establishment. Thankfully, they were the only ones in the restaurant. Last Harry heard, the restaurant was always packed and there was always a line/wait for your food. It was a nice surprise. At least they wouldn’t be mauled while they munched on their burritos. Louis motioned to the worker that they were going to need a minute and they both looked up at the menu. However, Harry couldn’t help but look at Louis out of the corner of his eye. There was a small hint of a smile on his face, which made the butterflies in Harry’s stomach flutter furiously. He looked so well rested, so much happier than the last time that Harry had seen him. It was something that was so beautiful.

“What do you want?” Louis whispered to Harry.

Without thinking, Harry blurted in a loud whisper: “You.”

Louis’ head snapped over to him, a look of confusion washing over his intricate features. “What did you say?”

“Uh, I said fondue,” Harry stammered, feeling his cheeks heat up.

Louis snorted. “I don’t think they serve fondue here.”

Way to be subtle, Styles.

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