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confused-pyramid · 13 hours

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Breaking Point

pairing: art donaldson x fem!reader

summary: You and Art were hitting partners (and a bit more) in college, so when you run into him a decade later at the U.S. Open, old sparks reignite...

word count: 3.4k

warnings: SMUT, p in v, oral (fem!receiving), slight marking, drinking

a/n: I watched Challengers last night and then wrote this whole thing in one sitting. Nothing in this is really canon other than Art being a major simp lol so no spoilers for the movie! I usually make playlists (or at least find a few songs that get me in the zone) when writing, so I thought I'd start sharing them here too if people are interested!

You should've known he'd be here. You've been following his career for the last decade since you graduated, and ever since he won Wimbledon last year, he's been tennis royalty, but a small part of you still thought you wouldn't run into him here. At the fucking U.S. Open.

Stanford was a lifetime ago, and you haven't kept in touch with anyone from the college team, but there was always something about Art Donaldson that stuck with you. Ten years later, that hasn't changed.

"It's been so long," he calls out when he spots you from across the practice courts. "I didn't think I'd see you."

You didn't either, and you still haven't decided how you feel about it yet, but when he jogs over to your side, you just shrug. "Guess it's your lucky day."

He smiles, and his teeth glimmer in the bright sunlight. "It certainly is."

The loud thwacks of tennis balls hitting rackets echo around you, but you can't seem to focus on anything but the man standing in front of you. He looks good.

He was beautiful in college too, whether he was training across the net or slipping into your bed, but it feels different now, with so much time apart. He looks like a man now.

"Anyway," Art says, jerking you back to reality. "We should get a drink sometime. To catch up."

He adds the last part almost as an afterthought, but it doesn't escape your notice how his eyes have been trailing up and down your body since he walked over.

A drink could mean almost anything with Art Donaldson, but you're too curious to refuse. "Sure. This weekend, after the semi-finals."

He nods, his eyes glinting with amusement, and you grab your bag from the bench beside you before looping the strap over your shoulder.

You walk off the practice courts after one last glance over your shoulder, and you feel his eyes following along until the doors swing shut behind you.

***

He should've expected this. You were a firecracker in college, and you kept him on his toes every single day you were together, so he really should have known what he was getting into when he met you for drinks that weekend.

Instead, he's one too many beers in, and his buzz is only enhancing the glow of your beauty in the hazy bar light. Your dress isn't even that low cut, but something about the shadows glancing over your strong shoulders reminds him of late nights in the Stanford dorms after a hard practice when there was only one thing he wanted more than sleep.

"You played really well this morning," he says genuinely as he sets his beer back onto the table. "After that first set, Mueller didn't stand a chance."

You flash him a dazzling smile as you shrug, resting your chin on your palm. "I had her after the third game, but thanks. It was a quick match."

Art hasn't taken his eyes off of you since you sat down, and while prolonged eye contact usually makes you nervous, you find that you're actually enjoying the attention quite a bit. Attentiveness was never an issue with him, and you would normally give in to your urges, but there's just too much history with him, and you can't afford to lose focus. Not when the title is so close you can taste it.

"I hear the networks are eyeing you for a commentator post," you say, trying to change the subject.

You trace your finger around the rim of your nearly empty margarita, before lifting it to take a final sip, and you don't miss how his throat bobs as you lick the salt off your lips.

"Uh, yeah," he mumbles, clearing his throat. "It was just some chatter, but I'm not looking to retire anytime soon."

You frown. "Is that right?" He's playing better than ever, but he definitely hasn't been himself out on the court in years.

He glances down, clearly trying to avoid the scrutiny, and when his eyes land on your empty glass, he changes the subject again. "You want another drink?"

You shake your head, knowing that another will lead to a less than fun morning, but he isn't done yet.

"You sure?" His eyes find yours again, and this time the eye contact feels primal. "It doesn't have to be here."

Your eyebrows lift and you tilt your head with a knowing smile. "Where were you thinking?"

"I don't know," he shrugs, before his lips curve up into a cheeky grin. "My room's nice."

You saw it coming from a mile away, but it still pulls a laugh out of you. "Oh, I'm sure it is, but this isn't college anymore, Art. You should get some sleep...focus on your match in the morning."

You push your glass forward and stand up, nodding at him as you turn to leave, but then you see him stand too out of the corner of your eye.

"I'll walk you to your car."

He looks at you with a hint of amusement in his expression, and you can't help but want to play along, even though Art Donaldson was nothing but trouble for you.

You don't respond, instead just stepping out from around the table and walking out the front doors of the bar. You don't have to turn back to know he's right behind you, and when you reach your car, parked in the center of the nearly empty parking lot, you spin around.

He doesn't stop walking until he has you practically boxed in by your driver's side door, his face less than a foot from yours as he tucks his hands into his pockets.

He had pushed his sleeves back at some point in the night, from the humid summer heat of the bar, and you can see the veins on his forearms now, under the dim light of the street lamps.

"This is me," you say jokingly, tipping your chin at your car as he looks at you with an expression you can't distinguish. "I'm good from here."

He doesn't move.

It's not that you expected him to give up so easily; you had just forgotten how persistent he could be.

Art's mouth stretches into a slanted smile. "Do you remember the Davis Invitational? Junior year."

Speaking of his persistence...he had been pursuing you for months, not in any tangible way, but you always knew what he was thinking.

After the invitational, where you and Art had been the respective men's and women's champions, you had gone back to his dorm to celebrate. Three hours and just as many vodka shooters later, he had finally gotten you in his bed. Not that you were complaining.

Art knew his way around your body, and even that first night, he had managed to get you off more times than you can remember.

"What about it?" you shoot back, your eyebrows raising at the insinuation.

"Nothing," he says with a shrug, but you don't miss the humor glinting in his eyes. "You just used to be a lot more fun to celebrate with."

"Fuck you," you spit out, shoving his shoulder harder than you mean to. He barely budges, instead grabbing your hand and tugging you a few inches closer, and suddenly a wave of lust washes over you, making your breath hitch.

You press your thighs together under your dress, hoping he can't feel the heat spreading across your skin, but then his smile turns to a smirk and you know you're done for.

"What do you think?" he whispers, leaning in so close that his lips brush over your earlobe. "Want to celebrate?"

Molten lava pools in your gut and you are only peripherally aware of his hand sliding down your hips to the flowy edge of your dress. His fingers glide over your skin as his hand goes under the loose fabric, before rising up to grab your ass, drawing your hips flush with his.

Your arousal is already starting to soak through your panties, but the feeling of his hard bulge pressed up against you sends you flying back to reality.

You lift your hands to his chest and push him back so that he's a few steps away from you. It's not far enough, but at least you can't feel him from there. "I'm not fucking you, Art."

He shrugs, his smirk only slightly shaken. "Who said anything about fucking? I just wanted to talk."

You huff out a laugh. "You're funny. Besides, I'm too tired for this. I need to rest up before my match."

"What about tomorrow night then?" His lip is still curved up in a smirk, but there's an earnestness in his gaze that surprises you.

"What makes you think you'll still be here tomorrow?"

His mouth spreads into a wide smile. "I always win."

You snort. "Fine. Win your match and we can talk."

You don't miss the grin on his face as you climb into your car and leave.

***

You win your next match in straight sets again, so by the time you're out of the locker room, Art's match is still in play. Driven by a mixture of curiosity and intrigue, you head over to his court and find a seat halfway up the stands.

He has won two of three sets, and he's leading the fourth, so with the prospect of the match ending soon, you use the time to observe him from a different angle.

His form is much better than it was in college, and you've seen him play countless times on TV, but you haven't really let yourself see how good he looks out there. The sinewy muscles rippling in his arms as he lifts them to serve. The rugged sturdiness of his legs as he races back and forth across the court.

You wish you could be down there with him, running your hands over the smooth lines of his abdomen, tasting the drops of sweat as they roll down his body-

The crowd erupts in cheers, and you are thrust back into reality as Art throws his arms into the air with a loud whoop. The scoreboard confirms his victory, and you clap along with the audience as he shakes his opponent's hand and heads over to his chair.

People around you stand up to leave, but you stay in your seat, watching as he grabs his bag and stuffs his rackets inside. When he wipes a towel over his face, his head turns up and his eyes immediately go to you, like he knew you were here the whole time.

Your stomach does an involuntary flip and he flashes his eyebrows at you as you bit the inside of your lip, trying to hold back a smile.

When he ducks back down to grab his things, you stand up quickly to avoid letting him see your blush and follow the rest of the crowd off of the stands.

***

You hear it late that night. Three little raps on your hotel room door, just before midnight.

You're in the finals, and you don't have any friends here to celebrate with, so you were sipping a beer and watching old match recordings when you heard the knock.

There's no one else who would come to see you this late, so you're not surprised when you open the door to find Art, dressed in a tee shirt and comfy-looking pajama pants.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, even though you already know the answer.

Art just looks at you, his pupils already massive. "You said if I win, we could talk." He shrugs. "I won."

"Okay," you concede, opening the door wider to let him in. "Just talking then."

He nods, before following you inside and shutting the door.

"You want anything to drink?" you ask as he trails behind you.

He shakes his head. "I'm good."

You grab your beer bottle from the side table and sit down on the floor, crossing your legs beneath you.

Art sits across from you, his feet in front of him and his elbows on his knees. You were assigned to a modestly sized room, but for someone as tall as him, the space must feel cramped.

"How did the match feel?" you ask, taking a swig of beer.

He thinks for a moment. "It was close at first, but once I shook my legs out, it became a breeze."

"Your legs were never the problem," you say, leveling him with a serious look. "It was always your attitude. Or your confidence."

He frowns, his eyebrows scrunching slightly. "I'm plenty confident."

"You are now," you tell him as you swirl the bottle around in your hand. "You won Wimbledon, you have a reason to be confident."

That makes him smile. "So you're saying my legs are fine."

"Yeah," you say before you can process what you're saying. "You looked good out there."

His smile turns to a smirk so fast it nearly gives you whiplash. "You think I look good?"

You let out an exasperated scoff. "At tennis."

His grin doesn't falter so you roll your eyes at him before lifting the bottle to your lips to take another swig. When you tilt the bottle back down to swallow, his hand reaches forward to take it from you. Your grip on the beer doesn't loosen, so the motion sends you pitching forward.

Your mouth parts with a small yelp as his arm wraps around you, tugging you closer, and before you can process what's happening, his lips are on yours.

If you let yourself think too hard, you would realize that there is way too much shared history and way too much baggage here for this to be a good idea...so that's why you don't.

Instead, you let him pull your body flush against his and when his tongue slides over the seam of your lips, you grant him access immediately. Your shirts come off in quick succession and you gasp as his hands run up and down your body, his strong, calloused fingers grasping at every inch of purchase they can find. Yours reach up to tangle in his messy hair, and when his lips move down your neck, your grip tightens, making him moan quietly against your skin.

Something about being on the floor takes you back to your college days, when you'd both be so worked up after practice that you couldn't even make it to the bed, but that feels too real right now.

"Art," you whisper as he runs his lips and teeth over your neck, before replacing it with his tongue to soothe the quickly blossoming marks. "Art, the bed. Now."

It takes him a second to process your words, but when he does, he loops an arm around your waist and lifts you up and onto the bed in one motion, before pushing you back onto the covers.

By the time your head hits the bed, he's already pulling your shorts and panties down, exposing you to the cool air. His lips follow the path of his hands as they trace up your legs, making you squirm under the hot touch of his rough fingers. He presses wet kisses to the insides of your thighs before spreading them apart and dropping to his knees on the floor in front of you.

"So wet for me," he whispers, almost to himself, before he dives in, his mouth making lewd noises as he licks a thick stripe up your core. "You taste so good."

He lifts your legs over his shoulders to give himself some leverage as he makes a mess between your thighs, licking and sucking your clit into his mouth before fucking you with his tongue.

His grip on your thighs is the only thing keeping you pinned to the bed as you writhe beneath him, trying to not squeeze your legs together from the heat spreading up your core.

His mouth feels amazing and it takes only minutes before you're already nearing the edge. You don't want to come until he is inside of you, though, so you yank his hair, pulling him up and off of you.

He looks up at you through his lashes, and he looks ethereal with his disheveled hair and his chin wet with your slick.

You, on the other hand, look like heaven itself with your eyes half-hooded from pleasure, and he can't help the grin that crosses his face as he licks his lips and climbs over you onto the bed. He lets you taste yourself as he kisses you again, and he lets out a low groan when you bite his lip just hard enough to sting.

"Fuck me," you gasp, your voice too breathy to be actually authoritative. "Fuck me the way I like."

Art grins at your desperate tone and the wild lust in your eyes, committing this image to memory for a later time when you're much further away.

He kicks his pants off as he lifts you both further up the bed, and after covering himself with a condom from his back pocket, he lines himself up and slowly pushes forward.

He gives you a few moments to adjust to his size before slowly pulling out nearly all the way and then thrusting in again.

The slight pain turns to pleasure almost immediately, but he keeps his pace steady so as not to hurt you. You need more right now, so you wrap your legs around him for leverage and flip him over so that you're straddling him.

He groans as his head hits the pillow, and when he tries to sit up, you press your hands to his chest, pushing him down as you ride him. This position gives you a lot more control, and you use it to your advantage as you bounce yourself on his cock, feeling the way he fills you up so fully from this higher angle.

His fingers dig into your hips as he helps lift you up and down, and his eyes are practically feral as he watches the spot where his cock disappears inside of you.

He's the perfect size to fill you up completely, and with each swivel of your hips, you get closer and closer to your climax, which is approaching so fast you can taste it.

You cry out when he hits exactly the right spot deep inside of you, and his eyes fly to yours as your movements start to stutter from your impending release.

Needing to see the look on your face when you come, he pushes your lower back forward so you fall against his chest, before lifting himself up to meet you halfway. With one arm locked around you, he brings his other hand down between the two of you to rub quick circles over your clit. The new angle lets him thrust up into you, and the increased pace of his movements mixed with the speed of his fingers sends you flying over the edge.

Your mouth falls open with a loud cry, and you squeeze him so tightly he's practically seeing stars. You look so beautiful when you come, like a goddess sent down here just for him, and when your eyes meet his, he finds his own climax.

His body jerks forward with the force of his release, and you let him thrust a few more times as he finally finishes inside of you.

After pulling out, he tugs you down to lay next to him, and at first you let him, but the emotions warring inside of you don't stay quiet for long.

You know that whatever this was isn't going to go anywhere. You didn't work in college, and you won't work now, and you don't want anyone to get hurt again, so you have to make a choice. Now.

"I need to get some rest," you say quietly, a tiny part of you hoping he doesn't hear you. "Before the next match."

"Yeah," he sighs after a beat. "Me too."

You let him hold you for a moment longer, before he unwraps himself from your body and sits up, tugging his shirt and pants back on. You tug the sheet back and wrap it around your torso as he stands up and walks to the door.

You're not sure what you're expecting as he goes to leave, but what you get is a silent nod as the door swings shut behind him.

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sunkissed-zegras · 2 days

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ─ PB⁵

౨ৎ ─ summary | request -> "helloooo! can you write something about reader suspecting paige and azzi’s friendship to be more than a friendship (r and paige are a situationship or sum like that) and just paige reassuring her and saying that she has eyes only for her etc… (paige is literally obsessed with r)? thank you so much 💖💖💖💖💖"

─ word count | 1.3k

─ warnings | hurt to comfort, paige being sassy, reassurance and so much cute fluffy, a singular kiss

─ taglist | @xocherishxo @iienstein @yazmunson @euphternal @boiliatfu and here's a link to my taglist if anyone would like to join!!

YOU AND PAIGE had been friends for a while now, but it was just recently you'd been friends... and a little more.

It was something new, something fun and something secret. The only person who knows was KK only because she'd walked in on the two of you kissing, and now she swears she's "traumatized."

The secret relationship (of some sorts) between you and Paige added an exhilarating edge to your friendship. It was a thrill, the stolen glances, the secretive rendezvous, the whispered conversations laden with double meanings. You found yourselves drawn to each other in a way that went beyond friendship, yet you both reveled in the secretive nature of your relationship.

KK's discovery of your secret sent a ripple of panic through both of you at first. But unsurprisingly, she was more supportive than expected, despite her initial shock. After the initial awkwardness wore off, she became your confidante, the one person you could trust with your affair. She teased you both mercilessly, of course, but it was all in good fun.

But beneath the excitement, there was also a hint of panic. Keeping your newfound romance a secret added an element of danger, a thrill that was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. The fear of being discovered lurked in the background, heightening every stolen moment and making each encounter feel all all the more precious.

Yet despite the risks, the connection between you and Paige only seemed to grow stronger. The shared laughter, the stolen kisses, the quiet moments of intimacy — they all served to deepen the bond between you, creating a private world that was uniquely yours.

But of course, it wasn't all smooth sailing.

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"What do you mean?" Paige's tone had an annoyed edge to it as she sent you a glance. She pulled off a side of her headphones as she kept her eyes glued on the computer screen.

You sighed exasperatedly, sitting up on her bed as you sent her a glare. "What do you think I mean?"

Paige hated when you spoke like that, so secretive and cryptic, like you wanted her to say the wrong thing. She liked things laid out plain and simple, while you preferred to dance around topics, especially ones that felt too vulnerable.

"I don't know, that's why I asked." Paige's voice didn't soften as she spoke, her eyes glancing at you every once in a while. She just had the most tiring practices and the last thing she wanted to do was argue with you.

You huffed, feeling frustrated. "I feel like Azzi has a crush on you or something. I see the way she looks at you, it's like when I look at you — all heart eyes, and shit."

Paige's lips curved into a smirk. "Aww, are you saying you have heart eyes for me?"

"I'm being serious, P." You were frustrated. You hated when you felt insecure, especially in relationships. While Paige never gave you any reason to doubt her, she was just naturally enticing and that's what pulled you to her in the first place.

But that's also why others were so captivated by her. The looks she gets, the way people spoke about her and now the whole TikTok obsession wasn't helping. You hated it — you wanted everyone to know that she was yours, and vice versa.

"Okay, okay." Paige's expression was still very much amused as she glanced toward you. "You know me and Azzi are just friends, we're just really close. I promise you, I'd know if she had a crush on me."

"I have eyes, Paige." You shot back, frustration bubbling in your voice.

You couldn't shake the feeling of insecurity gnawing at you, no matter how much you trusted Paige. The thought of someone else vying for her attention filled you with a sense of unease that you couldn't shake. You also knew that there was still that boundary, you weren't her girlfriend and had no valid reason for you to be jealous.

Paige's eyes widened at your tone. You never called her just by her name, it was some kind of nickname or pet name. She sighed as she pulled her headset off and set it down, turning to face you.

"Hey," Paige began gently, reaching out to take your hand in hers. "You have to believe me when I say there's nothing going on between me and Azzi. She's just a really good friend and she's not into me, and even if she is,"

She paused as she shook her head in amusement at the mere thought. "I don't want her, I want you."

You sighed, still feeling frustrated. "I want to believe you, P. I really do. But it's hard, you know? Seeing how close you two are, and... and knowing that I don't have any claim over you."

She squeezed your hand reassuringly, offering you a small smile. "I know it's not easy, especially when we haven't defined what we are yet. But that doesn't change how I feel about you."

You looked up, meeting her gaze, searching for any sign of deceit. But all you found was sincerity in her eyes.

"I care about you, more than I can put into words," Paige continued softly. "And I want you to feel secure in what we have, even if it's not official. You mean a lot to me."

You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest at Paige's words. Despite your doubts, her sincerity shone through, washing away some of your insecurities. Her hand in yours felt warm and comforting, grounding you in the present as you allowed yourself to bask in the affection she offered.

"I trust you, Paige," you admitted, a small smile tugging at your lips. "And I care about you too, a lot."

"Besides," Paige continued, her tone playful as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear. "Who needs Azzi when I've got you? You're the one I can't stop thinking about, the one who drives me crazy in the best possible way."

You couldn't help but chuckle at her words, feeling a rush of affection for the girl sitting beside you. As you leaned in to press a soft kiss to her cheek, Paige's expression shifted, a teasing glint entering her eyes.

"And uh, speaking of claims," she began, her tone teasing as she traced a finger along your jawline. "You know, I've been thinking about you a lot lately. Can't seem to get you out of my head."

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. "Oh, really? And what exactly have you been thinking about?"

Paige leaned in closer, her lips brushing against yours as she whispered, "Just how lucky I am to have you in my life. And how much I want to make you mine, officially."

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, warmth spreading through you at the intensity of her gaze. In that moment, any lingering doubts melted away, leaving only the affection you'd felt for Paige.

"But not right now 'cus this isn't as romantic as I want," she continued as you scoffed playfully. You leaned away slightly only to be pulled back by the blonde.

Paige's playful smirk widened as she pulled you back towards her. "Hey, don't pout. I promise when the time comes, it'll be unforgettable."

"So, you're really going to make me wait?" you teased, a grin spreading across your face as you leaned into her touch.

Paige smirked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I want it to be perfect, baby. But for now," she added, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips, "just know that I'm all yours."

The warmth of her lips against yours sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a spark of desire within you. "I'll hold you to that," you murmured against her lips, feeling a surge of affection for the woman in front of you.

Paige smiled against your lips, her fingers tangling in your hair as she deepened the kiss, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

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owlcomics101 · 2 days

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Werewolf task force 141 x human!reader Head cannons

Warnings: Some gore, Reader’s gender is neutral, sfw (I am a minor), wolf cuddles, some language

Context: You are the only human on the task force 141. Lasswell put you on the team to balance out with all the bitting and snarling. Your practically their ‘babysitter’

Soap: Trying to relax? Get a good night’s sleep? NOPE! Not with Soap around! Soap will drag your ass out of bed either very early in the morning or late at night to get you to go running in the woods with him. He loves racing you, chasing after you, or you trying to chase after him. His werewolf form is very playful with you and sees you as his playmate and will not leave you alone for the WHOLE night. Hes always gentle with you when he plays with you and if he ever accidentally hurts you in anyway he will always lick you to death as his wolf’s way of apologizing. Though, this does leave you completely covered in wolf slobber by the end of the night. Gross. Enjoy having a clingy Scottish wolf slobbering all over ya

Ghost: Despite’s Ghost’s cold and aggressive demeanor towards you in his human form, his wolf form acts other wise. He’s not as clingy as Soap but he does make a point to follow you around base. He lets you do whatever you want throughout the night as long as you’re under his cared supervision. He hunts for you and even looks very smug and proud of himself with blood dripping from his jaws. You never really eat what he hunts for you or you at least cook it. When he watches you eat what he hunts for you can see his tail wag in the corner of your eyes. Clearly, happy you appreciate what he does for you and he’s even more happy when you share with him, but he doesn’t let you share with anyone else. Especially Soap. He’ll kill him.

Gaz:

Gaz loves to sing to you throughout the night in his werewolf form. Howling his lungs out and waking up the whole Damm barracks as he expresses his love and devotion to you. The only way to get him to shut up is to howl with him. Or at least try to. Sometimes the others might join in on the howl but Gaz always tries his hardest to be the loudest so you’ll only pay attention to his ‘beautiful’ singing. Other than that he is the most chill out of all of them. He’ll let you sleep during the night after you hear his lovely singing and won’t drag you out of bed unlike the others. Just dont mention the word ‘Treats’ or ‘walkies’. He’ll snuggle up next to you and fight Ghost and Soap for the spot next to you. He loves a nice ear scratch from you and chews on his hat which is alway torn in the morning and he has to buy a new one.

Price: Price is a patient wolf, he lets the others have their fun with you and then it’s his turn. His wolf form sees you as his pup and his alone. He’ll carry you around base by the ‘scruff’ or the back of your uniform. He doesn’t let you walk on your own. Price also hunts for you as well but he does not let the others eat until you have eaten first. He makes a point to give you ‘baths’ and by bath it means getting covered in old dog slobber. Sorry, you ain’t escaping it no matter how many times your shower. When you go to sleep he sleeps on top or you to keep you hidden under his fur, even if it’s suffocating to you. If you try to leave he will snap and snarl at you. Yeah. Your not escaping Price when he’s in ‘daddy wolf’ mode.

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thegoldencontracts · 2 days

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Housewardens with a Tsundere!Reader (Pt. 1)

I've seen this a lot, and I wanted to share my own takes on how I think they'd act! This is a part one, including Riddle, Leona, and Azul.

Summary: You're tough, brash, and rude, getting snippy at all those who try to approach you. All for the sake of covering up your soft side. How do the housewardens react?

Notes: Romance, GN!reader

Contains: Riddle, Leona, Azul

Riddle Rosehearts

He thinks your behavior is highly improper.

When he first approaches you, you do not hesitate to screech that he's an idiot.

He can and will try to collar you if you're getting particularly loud.

All in all, he thinks you and your defensive, brash nature are utterly infuriating. If you hit him, expect to be collared. You're just- so annoying.

...So why does his heart race whenever he's around you?

That's right. Riddle's also a tsundere (sometimes, at least)

And that means you two are evenly matched

Poor Trey often has to watch you two and your constant bickering, and your occasional stammering.

You yell that Riddle's an idiot, he says you're a buffoon who never learned to respect the rules. Both of you secretly like each other. It is painful to watch.

You make Riddle lunch and you claim you just had extra. Of course, he responds by denying his appreciation.

Who will confesses first? It really depends on whose friends decide to finally intervene.

All in all, you two have a cute yet infuriating to watch relationship.

Leona Kingscholar

He doesn't have time for you, or so he thinks.

When he first sees you, rebuking you for encroaching upon his territory, you call him an idiot for thinking anyone would ever take his ridiculous territory claims seriously.

You're not off to a great start. Leona is very likely to try and make you put your money where your mouth is.

...With a game of chess, of course! Leona just woke up and doesn't feel like particularly like fighting right now.

That, and, he doesn't know why, but he really doesn't feel like getting you hurt.

Considering just how good Leona is, there's a very good chance he'll absolutely demolish you.

But if you manage to win, he'll definitely be impressed.

Either way, he'll tell you to stop bothering him. You huff, and say he was the one bothering you, and that's that.

Except it isn't. Of course, somehow, the two of you end up stuck together. First you're paired up in a joint class, then you're both locked in the botanical gardens during an emergency, and then Ruggie keeps making the two of you talk.

Leona hates it. Considering the way you huff, you do you.

Except, once again, neither of you do.

You actually try to get closer to Leona - despite the roundabout, brash way you go about it - and he hates that he likes it.

Your average interaction at first consists of him telling you to 'get away, herbivore', and you yelling at him to 'stop bossing me around, idiot!'

But slowly, he stops pushing you away. And you warm up with time too.

You're weirdly friendly - though sometimes, your insults do genuinely get to Leona. You'll apologize in that roundabout, flustered way of yours, and though Leona rarely vocalizes, he'll accept.

He doesn't want to lose you, after all, no matter how much he pretends he couldn't care less.

Leona doesn't confess first. You don't confess first. Ruggie confesses first on both of your behalfs, and though Leona plans to chew him out at first, when things work out, Ruggie quickly finds himself on the receiving end of countless donuts.

While dating, both of you will likely be softer with one another.

Once again, very cute relationship, and both of you are so harsh and yet so soft with each other at the same time.

Azul Ashengrotto

At first, Azul genuinely dislikes you. Your posturing, your pride, the way you seem to look down on him with your endless insults reminds him of those who bullied him.

But, Azul isn't that same little octopus anymore. He's grown used to insults, sadly. He's been looked down on all his life.

Your words mean nothing to him. They're a slight sting at most.

Overall, he'd just like to stay away from you. The moment you first met, you told him to "S-Stay away from me, you scheming idiot!"

Then, when he - in an attempt to stay smug despite his burgeoning temper - asked you if you were scared, you replied that you could never be scared of a slow, clumsy loser like him.

Slow, clumsy, idiotic octopus. That's what they called him as a kid.

And then, he sees your cuter moments. The more endearing ones. And he can't help but feel his heart flutter against his wishes.

God, Azul hates it. He hates how cute he finds you, how his heart races whenever he's around you.

Love is a position of vulnerability. Azul's meant to take advantage of it, not be the one stuck with it!

And, well, Azul's never known anything but rejection when it comes to true connection. Even the twins always insisted they were nothing more than his business partners (though the accuracy of their claim is rather dubious).

And you? You're going to mock him for sure.

Truth be told, Azul's scared. He's scared of what'll happen if you find out about the budding feeling in his chest, and he's scared of being laughed at by someone who he can't help but love.

So, of course, he tries to keep his walls up. Never drop that smug air of his. Never let you see the burgeoning fear underneath.

But that doesn't work out. You do manage to squeeze out the cracks in his facade, but then you laugh, saying he should really drop that infuriating smug face and do this more often because it looks cute, and he doesn't know what to do.

People aren't supposed to love this side of him. Least of all you. You're always insulting him, after all!

And yet, you think he looks cute like this. He hates how much his face flushes at that.

Now that Azul's developed a crush, he can't deny that, now, there are times when your jabs get to him. He doesn't say anything. He can't. He had to remain composed, because otherwise he's opening himself up to endless mockery.

But one day, it gets to him, and he finds himself hunched in a corner, reverting to his old habits as he furiously checks himself for any imperfections. What's he doing wrong? Is his voice truly annoying?

...And then you walk in on him.

How had he forgotten to lock the door? He feels like such a moron, but he can't let you see, or-

You're nothing but patient and apologetic. Even as he hisses at you to leave, threatens you, and tries to make you a contract, you're still patient.

You apologize, for once. He can't help but still get prickly with you, after all, you've just witnessed a humiliating moment of his that you caused. But he still does appreciate it.

You two do gradually get closer, softer, doing favors for one another. Feelings are budding. And yet, neither of you do anything.

Eventually, Jade and Floyd intervene, and just straight up set you two up. It's embarrassing for the both of you, but hey, at least you got together.

Azul's still docking their pay, of course.

Though the two of you get off to a rough start, you still manage to find your way together in the end.

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Regulus Black Headcanons

Fem!Reader

Author’s Note: This is probably the most angsty out of all of my headcanons, but it's Regulus so that's pretty fitting for him.

Requested by @slythergirl Hope you like it!

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Minors DNI | 18+

Regulus Black | Physique

5’11 - 6’0

Very slender.

Similar to Theo in that he does have some muscle, just not much.

Y’all are probably so tired of me saying this, but he’s a pretty guy!!

His features are so dainty and angelic

Doesn’t look unapproachable, but he doesn’t have a face that welcomes people in either.

He looks…lifeless.

Regulus Black | Personality

Regulus is a complex person.

He doesn’t want to be mean, but he’s just guarded and stuck in his twisted ideology.

Being a Slytherin doesn’t mean you have to be a mean person, but he was raised to believe that anyone who doesn’t share his status is beneath him. He wasn't raised to be kind.

He was raised to equate kindness and vulnerability with weakness.

He wants to be nicer, except he feels like he shouldn’t and he doesn’t know how to.

He unintentionally hurts the feelings of those around him and every time he sees the look of hurt on a stranger's face he gets so sad.

The image of that person's face is stuck in his head for weeks and he starts to dissect every part of that conversation and judge himself for the way he acted.

“What is wrong with me?”

“Why did I do that?”

“This is why no one likes me.”

He hates it when he overthinks, so he isolates himself a lot.

When he is in settings where he has to be around people he doesn’t know he doesn’t talk much because he’s afraid of saying the wrong things.

Very much a loner, but he’s grown to be comfortable with that.

Regulus likes to watch people. | Sounds creepy, but bear with me.

He likes sitting back and watching two people smile and laugh with each other.

He likes observing that one guy walks around the halls with a limp and comes up with these over-the-top stories of how he got injured. He imagines it was probably on some crazy adventure.

He watches in the distance as two people meet and discover they have this undeniable connection.

He likes to see people live their lives and he fantasizes about one day getting over his anxiety and being able to live his too.

Instead, he just spends most of his time studying.

A very good student and does well in all of his classes.

He reads a lot as well, mainly really happy stories to contribute to his fantasies about also being happy one day.

Has tried weed once, but it just made him super paranoid and nervous so he never tried it again. | Some people have bad anxiety attacks when they smoke and I think this is what happened to Regulus.

Does play Quidditch. He loves it because that’s the only time he can work in a group with people and remain calm while doing it.

Regulus Black | Casanova

He’s not a virgin, but he doesn’t regularly hook up with people either.

Will not approach anyone. Sometimes he goes to parties because the boys drag him out to one.

Later on in the night everyone has dispersed and is doing their own thing while he is left sitting there all by himself.

Women will seek him out | He’s still attractive, just awkward.

Some are turned away from his offstandish personality and some think his nervousness is cute and endearing.

Will not talk to them a whole bunch out of fear of saying the wrong things, but that’s okay. These women aren’t there to get to know him, they just want someone to hook up with.

The sex is? Hard to explain. It’s not consistent. It just depends on the partner.

He does whatever they tell him to do and he’s mediocre the first few times.

After the first time, the girl left obviously not feeling satisfied he felt embarrassed, so he made an effort to figure out the right way to please a woman.

Probably talked to one of the boys. Only one of them and he did it when they were alone because he didn’t want anyone else to know about his issue. | Idk why, but I see this person being either Tom or Theo.

He gradually improved and when women started to approach him, he was still shy and quiet, but he was less hesitant.

He still needs them to vocalize that certain things are okay. Sometimes when you have sex you can kind of go with the motions and people will give consent with body language, but Regulus needs to hear it.

He prefers using his fingers so that he can have a clear view of the other person's face.

He’ll start slow, gently rubbing their clit and as he sees their faces contort in pleasure or hears any sounds of satisfaction he’ll speed up and become more confident.

He’ll start to speed up, a small smirk inching onto his face when inserts his long and slim fingers into their cunt and hears them gasp

With the right girl, he will start to take more control.

One night he hooks up with someone who is SUPER vocal and doesn’t shy away from telling him how good he’s doing.

What happens next is shocking.

He’ll grip her either by the hips or waist and start RAILING her

Full on pumping his stiff and long cock out of them HARD. Rooting himself deep inside her wet slit while his eyelids begin to close and he fully loses himself in the feeling.

In the end, both of them are lying there silently trying to wrap their minds around what happened.

She didn’t know the quiet nerd was able to do all that and honestly? He didn’t know either.

Regulus Black | Friend

He’s not super close with any of them.

He still values their friendships as they are the only ones he has

He just has a hard time opening up and he’s always felt like the odd one out.

All of them, Mattheo, Blaise, Theo, Draco, Enzo, and even Tom have this unhinged side to them that comes out sometimes.

He has that side, but he’s never unleashed it.

Sometimes he gets insecure over that and feels like none of them like him that much because he doesn’t join in on the fun.

He’ll watch them crack jokes, and pick at each other playfully, and he wants to join in, but he’s too afraid to.

So he sits there watching them have fun and he feels like no one would even notice if he wasn’t there with them.

Sometimes when Tom is sitting there quietly too he feels less alone, but then Tom speaks and Regulus is reminded that Tom has the confidence to fit in, he’s just more reserved and not shy like him. Then he starts to feel left out again.

But whenever they all go to hang out and he’s left sitting there as they all start to leave one of them will turn back and look at him.

“Hey, Reggie! Are you coming?”

And he’s reminded that he’s not as alone as he thinks.

His friends love him, he just has a hard time believing he’s capable of being loved.

Regulus Black | Boyfriend

Regulus is a good boyfriend. He’s so affectionate and caring.

Very soft.

But it’s all a very slow and calculated process for him.

He needs time to figure out what his partner likes and approaches things very cautiously to make sure he’s doing the right things

Once more, he is an observer.

It takes him a while to open up and get comfortable. At first, he mainly shows his love through Acts of Service

If you have trouble remembering things he’ll leave little reminders for you everywhere.

Sometimes when you’re in the shower you’ll walk out and see little sticky notes on the inside of the door.

“Study session with Astoria tonight at 6. I’ll pick you up afterwards.”

“Make sure to ask McGonagall for extra credit work.”

“Remember to stop by Binn’s class before the library to drop off your paper.”

He’ll help you organize your task so that you don’t get overwhelmed.

He creates a list of everything you have to do in order of importance and then creates a schedule.

He makes sure to include snack breaks and rest periods for you.

If you’re not able to get everything done he’ll always comfort you

Reminding you that it’s okay and that you don’t need to get everything done. You still did a good job.

Regulus struggles with his anxiety and because of that, he’s able to pick up on certain nervous tells of other people, but especially with you.

Does your leg bounce, do you start to itch, or play with your necklace?

Whatever it is Regulus notices right away and he always knows the best way to comfort you.

Maybe you’re out somewhere and you’re having one of those moments where it is not your day. You’re feeling overwhelmed and he leans over. The room quiets as you listen to his smooth and comforting voice.

“Do you see that painting over there? It was painted by Jean-Marc Nattier. He was famous for creating portraits of beautiful women. He was often...”

And as he talks to you he gently intertwines your fingers, running his thumb slowly over the top of your hand. His attentiveness to your needs calms you down, as well as his Physical Touch.

Regulus’s way of touching you is ingrained in him. He does it without even realizing he is.

When you’re sitting side by side he rests his hand on your knee,

When you’re on his lap he gently massages your thigh.

He’ll also grab your hand and almost lace your fingers together. His touch will stop halfway down as he starts to slowly run his fingers up and down yours.

He likes the motion of it as it puts his mind at ease. Touching you grounds him and it makes him feel safe so it’s something he’s constantly doing.

Then there are his intentional touches.

Before class, he’ll always pull you aside somewhere hidden where people can’t see. He gently grabs your cheeks and lowers his head.

He kisses your lips and then rests his forehead against yours as he whispers.

“I’ll miss you.”

“Regulus, I’ll see you in an hour…”

“T’s too long.”

In addition to this, he also is the kinda guy that always hugs you from behind so he can feel your body against his.

He likes long, lingering touches. Whenever he hugs you it lasts forever and he takes his time when he pulls apart from you.

Sometimes when you’re both alone and you’re focused on something else he’ll lean forward and place gentle kisses along your neck.

He needs you to give him affection now and then and that’s how he initiates it.

He requires more when you guys are having your Quality Time

Regulus feels like he’s finally living when he’s with you.

You bring out his more adventurous side and make him want to get out and do things

Dates once a week and it’s always something new

A new restaurant, museum, or shop.

He wants you to be there for every new discovery because he likes to envision you in his future and remember you in his past.

As previously mentioned, you ground him, so he prefers you to be around

Especially when he’s doing something he’s not comfortable with.

“You’re going to do great, Regulus. They’re going to love you.”

“You’ll be there right?”

“Always.”

He likes to spend time mindlessly talking to you.

Silly thoughts and deep ones.

Philosophies and conspiracies.

The life you want to live and the life you used to live.

Regulus takes these conversations very seriously and he makes note of every single thing you say.

If you want to travel, want to write, or want to experience something different he will find a way to either encourage you or make it happen for you.

There’s always a special meaning behind the things he gives you and he loves to express the meaning each time.

Gift Giving and Words of Affirmation

Regulus puts a lot of thought into his gifts and what you would like.

If you want books he’ll pay attention to the genres you like, the tropes you enjoy the most, and even if you have a preference for hard cover or soft cover.

He’ll buy the books and read them first just to make sure you’ll like them, even if you two have different tastes in genres.

While he’s reading it he’ll keep a separate piece of paper and make note of the pages where he saw something that reminded him of you.

If after reading it he decides to give it to you he’ll go back and bookmark little notes on those pages.

“The way he describes beauty is the way I describe you.”

“This is the type of life I hope we share one day.”

“If I didn’t lose my train of thought every time I looked at you these are the things I would say.”

He likes to take pictures of every journey you embark on together and on your anniversary each year he’ll present them in a scrapbook to you that always has a letter on the first page. In the letter he describes how each year he falls deeper and deeper in love with you and he thanks you for being a constant figure in his life.

He likes to buy you tickets to see that artist you’ve never seen live or he’ll book a flight to take you to that country you told him you wanted to visit one day.

He watches as your face sparkles with amazement and he smiles.

“You deserve every ounce of happiness and I promise to dedicate my life to giving it to you.”

He voluntarily gives you everything, including full access to his heart and soul

As well as his body.

Regulus Black | Committed Lover

Regulus is very sweet in bed

Very disrespectfully sweet

SOFT DOM | My favorite trait

He’s so rough and yet so tender at the same time.

His hips slap against you so intensely that you wake up with bruises the next day.

He listens to you whimper while he places his hands on your waist, occasionally slowing down to let you relax as he starts to caress your sides

“You’re doing so good, love.”

“Can I keep going? Can you take more?”

“That’s my girl.”

Regulus enjoys receiving

When you two are intimate he spends all of his time focusing on you and your pleasure

When you’re on your knees mouth full with his cock is the only time he’ll ever sit back and focus on himself

His mind quiets and he feels his body jolt each time you glide your tongue down his shaft.

His mouth hangs open as his moans get louder and louder as you keep going.

And he’s so appreciative

To experience you being so focused on his needs. Sucking him so good he feels like he’s about to pass out.

Once he regains his composure he wastes no time in shifting the focus back on you.

Kissing every sweet spot, eating you out, feeling your velvet folds underneath his fingertips as he circles your clit until your legs shake

He listens to your moans and cries of pleasure and it makes him never want to stop.

He wants to freeze time just so he can spend forever watching you as you lose yourself in his touch

You inspire his every desire.

And you are the reason he finally feels alive.

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Regulus brings out my soft side.

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thatguywhofedme · 2 days

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Ideas for feeders and feedees

I'm sure a lot of us are into feedism / death feedism for the long run, which means that any opportunities to expand our knowledge, live experiences we could have only dreamed of or even find your perfect partner who shares the same set of goals and interests as you do is always on our mind

Which is why I decided to make a small list of ideas for everyone into feedism which I hope would make it easier to find what you are looking for or at least have a starting point

Places you can visit

- Anywhere !!! : this one is pretty vague, but just go outside, get out of your comfort zone and try to do activities you wouldn't normally be doing, I'm sure you'll find opportunities to meet someone new who happens to be into feedism / death feedism

- Walmart : this one is a classic at this point, but it's always a good place to find anyone who could be into feedism just like you and I'm sure you'll find an opportunity to strike up a conversation with anyone with the same particular taste that you have and besides, who doesn't love to see a piggy on a mobility scooter doing a "small" grocery trip, speaking of which

- Grocery store : same thing as Walmart, just go in and find someone who seems to have the same interests as you and would be interested to have a little chat with you

- Pretty much any buffet or restaurant : you have LOOOOOOOTS of choices when it comes to this category of establishment for a fine gourmet such as yourself, you can go the easy route by going to McDonald, KFC or any fast food restaurants near you or your local buffet, if there's one thing all piggies have in common it's eating, LOOOOOADS of eating, especially when it's all you can eat and just a small trick,for the love of god, avoid any restaurant that serves Kale or any healthy food if you want to find a real fatty / enabler

Activities you can do

- Cooking class : no matter where it is, cooking classes are a great opportunity to find someone who 1. Enjoys food and 2. Doesn't care about the fat that keeps piling on their growing bodies, they're everywhere and it'll also teach many skills you can apply in the kitchen, whether it's to fatten yourself up or someone else

- Eating contest / competition : What else is their to say really, you got people who loves to eat lots of food in one sitting as fast or as many as possible while 99% of them don't care about the fat adding up on their figure, which they probably enjoy as well

- county fair : with all the fun activities you can do, especially the food stands on site ready to feed anyone a delicious and fattening piece of food history, your bound to meet someone who also decided to come for the same reason that you did, to find someone who wants to see how much they can stuff in their greedy mouth, with or without your help in one sitting

I know I'm missing a lot of other ideas to try and places / events to visit, but I'm sure you won't be shy to add more in the comments

With all of that said, I hope this list can help all of you with finding new opportunities in the world around you and don't forget, either you're getting fattened up or are the one doing all the fattening, the fatter the better 🐷🩷

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Marriage in Astrology

Because we all have manifested a marriage like there’s😅

Hey y’all! I wanted to talk about this topic because this is a popular question in astrology. So I’m going to show you where in your chart that YOU can look for to help you get the answers.

See, a lot of people just look at one section when it’s a lot more complexed than that. There’s a lot of variables to look at. It’s like reading a story, the more chapters you read, the more you start understanding the book. It’s best too look at one placement at a time then look over your own life and start connecting the dots.

If you’re still confused after this post, schedule a reading, I’m doing them 25$ for my spring sale!

Venus + Libra + 7h

Venus rules over the partner + your idea of marriage. When I say the idea of marriage, I mean YOUR personal beliefs regarding it. Everyone has different points of view regarding marriage depending on cultural or religious beliefs. Keep in mind, marriage for the longest was seen as a business contract and still is in many cultures. What are the odds that Venus also rules over contracts 😅it’s all based on the type of partner you will attract or subconsciously attracted to.

Look at your Venus to see what kind of partner you’re attracted too.

Venus rules over the sign of Libra and rules the 7h. The 7h (area in life) can show you how you view marriage overall, not just your own but the people in your life. The ruler of your 7h can indicate how you’ll meet.

For example: Taurus 7h. You believe marriages should be grounded and stable, you might believe in a generational home that can be passed down, physical connection, listening, familial roots is strong. These people are not spontaneous, planning and taking their time. You may know lots of people with Taurus placements that talk a lot about marriage or they’re ideal of it. Ruler in the 11h. May meet their spouse randomly, when they’re pursuing their dreams or through mutual friends group

The 7h is ruled by Libra so look at the house Libra rules in your chart to see more details of the partner!

Pluto + Scorpio + 8h

It’s so wild that Pluto and Scorpio is not talked about enough when it literally rules what goes on inside the marriage. Venus + Libra rules over the idea and the partner we want but Pluto is the type of marriage you’re going to have. No one knows what goes on inside of anyone’s marriage regardless on what they publicly share to the public.

Pluto rules over intimacy and exchange. It also rules over shared resources. Shared resources isn’t always financials, it’s anything you share with someone. Marriage is a very private affair which Pluto rules over. Now Pluto is a generational planet so many people have you Pluto placement, however, the house it’s in can show you Your personal chapter and how it Pluto plays out for you. This is why everyone in your generation sort of have a similar theme with marriage but everyone has a different story. Everyone is sitting on the same bus but everyone is getting off at different stop. You feel me?

The 8h is ruled by Scorpio as well so this house where you really look and see the energy of the marriage of someone. You can get a glimpse of what kind of marriage you’re going to have. This house also rules over divorce as well while Venus rules over breaking of contracts. That’s what marriage is at the end of the day. You are committing and sign a legal document saying you will spend your life with this person.

The house Scorpio rules, is where you are really private so you may not feel comfortable with discussing your marriage at all.

For example:: if you have a Scorpio 4h, you’re family may not know nothing about your marriage but one or two things😅

Asteroid Juno

So asteroid Juno is connected to marriage and the marriage partner. I’ve been studying Juno for a while now and the more I research, I believe it shows how devoted we are to the marriage and to our partner. Juno rules over our devotion.

For example: Juno Aries. This person would fight for their partner and marriage if they genuinely believe in it. It can also manifest as easily giving up if the flame is completely burnt out . One thing for sure these people will bring the passion and fire to the marriage.

Keep in mind, these are just placements. This isn’t including the aspects to these placements which influence your chart as well.

#astrology #astrology community #knowledge #love astrology #astro observations #advanced astrology #kakiastro #birth chart #tropical astrology #marriage in astrology

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Who’s Gonna Hold You like me? Nofuckinbody

Part 1

This one’s kind of sad/dramatic but there will be more parts to it.

Pairing: Idol Changbin x f!reader

Genre: Friends to Friends with benefits to nothing

Warnings: not much, cussing, a little drinking, it just ends sad… for now

Summary: You’re friends with Idol Changbin. You spend as much time together as possible. It’s always a fun time with him. Late nights sneaking out doing things you know would get you both in trouble but, it also feels like Changbin is stringing you along in some ways and it gets to you… coming to a bow up after so long of holding it in.

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(Did not proofread… sorry!! Also likes and reblogs are highly appreciated!!)

He had all the car windows down. The wind combing through your hair. The music was up loud and he was speeding down the coast towards the beach. You looked over and a ghost of a smile played upon his lips. He was beautiful, sweet, gentle, and a little wild. Changbin was not suppose to be out right now, he had a busy schedule as an idol. A strict schedule nearly daily and he always stuck to that except late at night.

He would come and pick you up in his new car he recently bought. You would run out of your front door adrenaline pumping through your veins at the sight of him and the fact that if he got caught sneaking out of his dorm or if he got caught with you it could possibly mean real trouble for him. Changbin didn’t care, he wanted to spend every night he could with you and his friends.

Changbin was a bit of a bad boy, taking you to abandon places that had no trespassing signs just so you two could stay out all night drinking, dancing crazy to the muffled playlist coming from your phone, sharing heated kisses, and needy touches. Or he would hop a fence and sneak you into a hotel swimming pool to go skinny dipping after pool hours. And then sometimes he would just take you to a party with his friends from his past.

Like tonight he was taking you to the beach which was closed after sundown but there was a bonfire happening and he had pretty much begged you to go with him. Now, even though you two spent most nights together he had only ever kissed you, he never tried to do more than that even though you wished he would cross that line.. you would beg for it if it wouldn’t be humiliating. So you two stayed friends that would sometimes make out.

You craved his attention. You loved the way he would look at you sometimes as if he knew a secret that you didn’t. That little cocky smirk he got when you would tell him a dirty joke you heard, like you could see the smutty thoughts flowing through his mind. You touched yourself to the thought of him. You just wanted him always and tonight was going to be the night you told him exactly how you felt and what you wanted.

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Changbin walked a little ahead of you as you both walked from the parking lot onto the still warm sand. He grabbed your wrist lightly pulling you along, “Hurry, so we can get a good cold drink.” You only smiled and picked up the pace. “Patience Changbin, the party wont leave. It’s still going to be there, also I’m a bit nervous. These people are all your friends I wont know anyone there.” You said as you walked up beside him and Changbin dropped your wrist, which you instantly missed the warmth of his large hand on your skin.

“No, no, don’t get insecure now. You’re the funnest person I know and the prettiest.” He put his hands on your shoulders to make you look at him. “Just be yourself and people will love you, just as I do.” You know he didn’t mean it the way you wanted him to mean it but a small bloom of hope began in the pit of your stomach. Maybe he will reciprocate my feelings… you thought to yourself as his warm brown eyes searched yours.

You opened your mouth to begin to convey that you really wanted to tell him something important but of course a couple of his friends spotted you both and began to yell for you two to come over.

The closer you got to the party the louder the chatter and music became. The fire was huge and blazing in the middle of this dug out pit causing the warm summer night to feel even more warm. You followed Changbin as he greeted a bunch of people. And you didn’t expect Changbin to introduce you exactly but, you felt a little awkward when he began conversations and didn’t even acknowledge you were standing right beside him. What’s up with him, he never treats you like this. You question in your head but chose to just go with it. You didn’t mind being a wallflower as long as you were with him.

Eventually you two made your way to where the drinks were and he did grab two drinks, one for you and one for himself. Changbin turned to you as he sipped on his beer, “Are you okay?” You nodded and drank some of your beer. You winced at the bitter taste as it slid down your throat. You thought that if you just had a little liquid courage maybe you would loosen up and not be so uptight.

You watched as Changbin flitted around like a social butterfly. He was in his element, talking to everyone he knew and even people he didn’t know. The more awkward you felt the more you drank and only two hours in you had drank two beers and you were on your third. You weren’t sure where Changbin had run off to but it was pissing you off at this point.

He had never treated you like this, he had never left you to just fend for yourself with people you didn’t know. He was always there, a comfort for you. And yes, maybe you should be more independent but you came out to be with him not strangers.

Fuck it.. I’m going to dance. I can’t just stand here alone anymore. The thought crossed your mind as you finished that third beer and you just chucked the empty bottle in the sand before walking over to a spot near the fire where the music was blasting the loudest. You were not the most coordinated but you were buzzed enough to not care anymore.

You let the music just move you, not caring what you looked like to the other party goers around. Then suddenly a pair of hands engulfed your hips and you smirked thinking maybe Changbin had seen you and decided to join you but, when you turned around it was not him. The guy that was dancing with you was a tall, slim man that had dyed dark blue curly hair. He was cute but, not the one you wanted to be dancing with.

“No thanks” you said to the guy, your words slurring ever so slightly. “I want to be dancing with Changbin.” You said out loud, your inner thoughts slipping free of your usually guarded mouth. The man didn’t seem offended he nodded and pointed in the direction of the water where it was darker and more quiet. “I saw him head out there with a friend, I think.”

So you began to walk in that direction, all the while muttering to yourself how you were just going to tell him. Tell him everything. As you walked you could see a figure sitting down in the sand by the water. The waves crashing on the shore but not quite reaching him. You couldn’t help but smile as his figure grew larger and you could see that little smirk you loved on his lips.

“Hey, I -“ you began as you plopped down beside him on the sand. Changbin looked startled. His eyes growing a bit wide and he kept glancing out at the ocean. You were too tipsy to really notice what or who he was looking at until you heard a girls voice calling to him. “Binnie! It’s so cold!” The girl yelled as she came running up to him, soaking wet and only in her bra and panties.

You froze, your eyes looking at the girl who was now wrapping herself up in his jacket. You then looked over at Changbin and he couldn’t look you in the face. “Binnie, who’s this?” She innocently asked. Before Binnie could utter a word you shoved him and you shoved him hard. His muscly body was not easy to move but you were pissed, more so than you had ever been in your entire life.

“What the fuck, Changbin! You ditched me to come out here with her! And who the fuck calls you Binnie. No one calls you that!” You were yelling now and it took a second try but you stumbled to your feet. “I can’t fucking believe you!” You began to storm off in the opposite direction of the bonfire but Changbin followed you. You could hear his foot steps in the sand behind you.

“Come on, don’t be mad. I expected you to do the same. This is a party after all. It’s what people do. They hook up!” Changbin grabbed your arm gently, making you stop. You couldn’t take it anymore, the tears were rushing down your cheeks now, hot against the salty breeze coming off of the ocean. As you whirled around. You forcefully shook his hand off of you, “But I came here with you! I don’t want anyone else…”

Your voice was shaky and not as loud as it was before. You felt defeated and embarrassed that this was how your feelings came out to him. In a rush.. a drunken rush. “Oh come on, y/n. We aren’t dating. It’s not like we have an obligation to only be with one another.” Changbin blurted out, his eyes trained on you making you even more self conscious. You took a step back upon hearing his harsh words.

Slowly nodding in realization, “So none of it meant anything to you…” You watched his face fall a bit then he shook his head rapidly, “That’s not what I meant!” He yelled, anger seeping into his voice. “No! You don’t get to be mad, Changbin. All the sneaking out, the late night secrets, the heated kisses, staying up all night to watched the sunrise..may not have meant anything to you but, it meant EVERYTHING to me!”

Reaching up to tug at your hair in frustration you began to cry a little more. Maybe it was the alcohol but your emotions are running very high. You aren’t sobbing but the overwhelming urge to just sit in the sand and cry was very appealing. “You can’t tell me you didn’t feel it too.. that buzz between us. The way you look at me sometimes.. like you know.. like you feel it too.” Your voice was softer now, broken as you cried softly.

“Y/n, please don’t cry.” Changbin came to your side and gently took your wrists to pull you into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you to give you one of his protective hugs that you loved so much. It would be easy to just fall back into it again. To let him comfort you and nothing would change. That would be the issue.. nothing would change.

In that moment you made a decision, you were going to choose you this time. No more chasing after a man who clearly was not going to do more than just string you along. “Stop.” You mumbled just as he kissed your forehead and you stepped out of his hold. “No more, I don’t want to stop seeing you but, all of this can’t be one sided. I can’t be strung along anymore. You may not realize what you’re doing but it’s very clear to me now. I’m just someone to touch and kiss and be with when you’re lonely.”

Changbin began to speak but you held up your hand to silence him. “This hurts, I don’t want to stop this but, it hurts more knowing I’m giving you all of me when I will only ever get the pieces of you that you want to give away.” You shook your head as you began to walk backwards. “Don’t call me, don’t text me. This stops now. I wont be a convenience anymore.” Now you were sobbing heavily and you could see the reality hit Changbin. That you really meant what you were saying.

Before you turned around to walk away, “I’m done waiting for you to feel the way I do.” You didn’t say goodbye, you simply turned away from him and walked back to the parking lot. After the car you had ordered came to pick you up and you were on your way back home is when you allowed yourself to break down. The man driving probably thought you were insane but your body had to let it out.

It was like experiencing a death. Your entire body felt it. You cried hard but, tried to stay as silent as possible. Your shoulders shaking as the tears fell, wetting not only your cheeks but, also streaming down your chin and neck, dripping onto your shirt. You had fallen for Changbin slowly and then rapidly, head over heels and this was the hardest thing you had ever had to do. You loved him but, he didn’t love you the way you needed.

You should have been proud of yourself for putting your heart first but all you could think was.. how would you live your days without him.. and then in the back of your mind you hoped maybe this would make him realize he needed you too.

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worldofkuro · 3 days

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Okay the time has gone and im here to share some new hcs with you!!

I will probably write a lot, so there will be several parts.

Pt. 1

1. No matter child!Reader or teen!Reader, she remained very clingy. Her love language is touching and she couldn't help herself but touch Alastor every time her emotions are really strong. Like when she's laughing she can squeeze his hand, or when she's crying she need a hug from him.

I'm thinking about the moment when she was crying really hard about something (ig smth serious) and just throw herself into Alastor's arms, while he was too shocked to even do smth. He froze, unsure what to do while she sobbed into his shoulder/chest.

2. Sometimes, when they grew up a bit older (13-14 yo) they could have sleepovers just because Reader fell asleep on Alastor's bed. His mom already knew that she is Alastor's the one and only best friend, and Alastor was looking at his mom with his big eyes, silently asking her to let Reader stay here with him. Mom just couldn't resist him, because she loves the way he was with Reader.

3. Alastor knows a lot of smart and long words so he always teases Reader with them. He never called her stupid but still.

4. About calling her names. He would naver use those disgusting words which his father likes. He hate to call Reader that or even let anyone else call her that. No. Just never.

I JUST CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM. THEY'RE BESTIES AND CUTIES !!!!

Welcome back!

Let's check out the new headcanons, shall we?

Reader is indeed very touchy. She is loved by her parents and they never harmed her. So for her, touching means loving. Even though she isn't as observant as Alastor, she can feel a lot which means she knows when Alastor needs a big warm hug. Alastor is touch-starved, the only touches he knows are his mother's kisses and his father's fist. When you came from nowhere with a gentle touch, he was confused, scared but couldn't help but crave more. So he was very confused when one day she came crying in his arms, needing comfort from him. He didn't know what to do, his hands were used to pull a trigger and kill prey. His arms were used to carry the dead animal at home so his Mother could cook it. But he couldn't let her cry so he hugged you clumsily, trying to copy how her hugs made him feel better.

Alastor, even as a child, was manipulative. So when the reader fell asleep one day for the first time and his Mother decided that she could stay, he smiled with glee. Each time he wanted you to stay, he would make you fall asleep on the bed, sharing stories, humming soft lullabies, anything to put you to sleep. Then he'll ask his Mother if you could stay, the times she said yes he would run back to you and poked you until you wake up. Come on now, he made it so you could stay with him, you needed to wake up.

Alastor does know a lot of words. He would tease you with it but he would never make you feel stupid. Nu-uh. On the contrary, he would make you learn new words so you could use them against other, so they could see how cool you were. And if he happened to be there when you used the words he had taught you? Oh dear, you would be seeing beaming with pride ! Go Best Friend !

No, he would never call you names. He knows how painful it can be. He would call you " cutely annoying", " beautifully naive" , " endearingly stupid" but never words that would hurt you like it has for him.

Well, would you look at that ! They are the cutest, aren't they? :) Thank for sharing your idead dear, come visit me again soon !

#alastor headcanons #human alastor #human alastor x reader #x reader #painted smile headcanons #painted smile #human alastor headcanons #scenarios #alastor scenarios

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hainfulcupid · 11 hours

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Obsessed with this motherfucker so im gonna drop a few random headcanons about him

ALL ARE SFW AND JUST SILLY STUFF ☝️ im not used to sharing my headcanons publicly like this hyuck hyuck

there’s very little to go off of from this media since all we really have is a pilot with bare , and i MEAN BARE lore to go off of so a lot of this is really me filling in blanks becus im Insane .

> Nordic bunny’s planet has a robotic look to it, i think that he built it himself out of complete boredom along with its inhabitants (that he probably destroys too, out of boredom….)

> I like to think that his guitar strings function like cat whiskers, they aid him in vision and processing the world around him. They’ve definitely busted a few times during battle, causing him to be disoriented for a bit.

> Hates things that are vaguely shaped like snakes (do NOT BRING A CUCUMBER NEAR THIS MAN)

> purrs….meows…does all those silly cat sounds but they’ve got an electric guitar sound effect

> has retractable claws, they do wonders for a man needs a quick escape route !!!!

> related to the thing above, oh he so absolutely adores scratching things up . has the biggest scratching post ever .

> He’s lonely, not like he intends to be but his personality is offputting to many, one of those people who you have a hard time reading into the things they say because every word that comes out of his mouth always sounds insulting. naturally judgmental, thinks he has a keen eye for fashion despite wearing only undies.

> what is his deal with the undies anyways ? i think he has sensory issues so he wears very minimal clothing thinking he’s serving absolute cunt but no ones ever told him how dorky he looked, and if any of his minions did well…..lets just say They’re no longer with us.

> definitely has a weird way of giving gifts…you know how cats bring you things they’ve hunted? well he’s no different, he wants THAT praise he wants you to tell him how competent he is.

> his tail is an indicator of his mood, follows the same rules of a cat .

LOOK AT HIM. TELL ME THIS ISNT TRUE.

> claims he can’t fucking stand emotional music, but listens to sad 80s rock . but no one will see that, they’ll see him as the dude who’s constantly blasting oldies metal classics .

> I AM A NORDIC BUNNY FANG HAVER TRUTHER . I JUST KNOW HED HAVE A TONGUE PIERCING TOO .

> he’s so reluctant to touch, he never knows if he fully enjoys it or not, you’ll be petting down his back and feel his back quiver almost like it’s trying to avoid your touch but he’s also - purring…he’s a confusing little guy…

> If he ever does manage to form something vaguely friendship like, he’d suck ass at managing the connection, oh you invite him to a party ? he sends you an image of himself stuck in the toilet with a text underneath saying “SOZZ . CANT GO. TOILET TROUBLEZ”

> that being said , not having a lot of experiences with relationships, he’d have an avoidant attachment style, he’d also. subconsciously be as unlikable as possible, he has no clue what defines being cool and likable he’s a little clung onto “be as cool and mysterious as possible”

> says “mrr?” instead of “hm?”

> Oh. in my mind he uses he/she pronouns . finds comfort in expressing femininity .

> I can’t see this guy having a preference for dating… he will take anyone who can break through the massive thick wall he puts up.

THATS ALL FOR NOW UHHH UHHHH

#nordicbunny #nordic bunny #shredforce #shred force #headcanons #i am cringe and i am free #GUH #beetlereetles

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Saturn in the 11th House

Saturn in the 11th / Eleventh House natal. Don’t let astrology limit you, you can be who you dream you are!

Saturn in the 11th House. That feeling that you can’t “fit in”, especially with your age group. Yearning for a true connection, people who really love you for you and not how you make them feel, what you can give them, or the idea of you. Wanting to be recognized and given your flowers while you’re still here to receive them (give them their props, they tend to feel really unappreciated). Loving being alone as a result of never really feeling like you connect with others or feeling understood. Just hating surface level shit. But wait... Have you ever had a friendship break your heart? Lol but no seriously!? Like I trusted you and I let you in, I showed you the most vulnerable parts of myself and that’s something I never do. It’s like.. How could you? I understand some people don’t really take friendships that seriously and just go around calling anyone and everyone their “friend” and “best friend”, but that shit means a lot to the native with this placement and it’s not just a title. If they consider you a friend they really mean it. Can I be understood and loved for me? You can’t give that to me, so I have no problem giving that to myself. ~♡CuratorofVibes♡

Saturn in the Eleventh House Perfect Description (in my opinion): Saturn In The Eleventh House : The Atheris hispida Snake

Here’s the link to the playlist:

(…)

(At this point just... leave me alone.)

(I don’t know who to trust anymore.)

(“I’d rather have quality than quantity.”)

(I want to be loved for me.)

(Trust Issues.)

(“I like bein’ alone.”)

("Please don't think I'm insecure.")

(I'm surrounded by so many people, yet I feel so alone.)

(Find myself asking: “Is this really what people talk about and value?”)

(“If you go cost my peace, then I go take my leave.”)

(I’ve decided to remain reclusive.)

(I don’t “fit in”, and that’s fine.)

(Far beyond pretending that I need you.)

(“Me, myself and I. That's all I got in the end, that’s what I found out.” - Beyoncé)

(I choose me.)

(Will anyone ever really see me?)

(♄.)

I originally made this post on December 27, 2021 and then I put it on private for reasons that I do not recall. I'm unable to reblog the original and its moodboard, so I've created this new post. I hope whoever indulges in and with this playlist and post enjoys it. I love reading comments, so if you have anything to say about this placement, playlist, and/or post don't be shy (but if you are, send something in the asks lol)! 🤎💫

I would also like to state that I'm not an astrologer, I created this post because of the playlist that I made in relation to this astrological placement and simply wanted to share it with whoever it finds its way to.

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The Last Time

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Angstpril 2024 | Day 30 | Prompt 30: The Last Time

Rated: G | Words: 1562 | Summary: “...it was the last time…” | Character Focus: Hunter, Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker, Echo

“Are you awake?” Tech’s voice asks, right at the edge of Hunter’s bunk.

Hunter doesn’t know how anyone can sleep with the hurricane raging outside the walls. It sounds like the entire city might topple under the weight of its rampant fury. Not that Hunter’s scared. His blanket is only pulled up over his head because the flashes of lightning burn his eyes. But the thin blanket does not protect his frayed senses from the bone rattling thunder and the constant barrage of torrential rain lashing against the walls and windows.

“I’m awake,” Hunter says, voice muffled into his fabric sanctuary.

The edge of his mattress dips as Tech sits down next to him. “Excellent. Would you like to see the weather radar I have accessed?”

No, Hunter thinks, but he hears the slight tremble in his brother’s voice. With a sigh, he leaves the small comfort of his makeshift barrier and sits up. “Sure, Tech.”

It is the middle of their sleep cycle. Their barracks should be dark, but the incessant lightning keeps the room lit with a flickering, white light. Tech does not wait for further invitation before he scrambles the rest of the way into Hunter’s bunk, putting himself between Hunter and the wall. He props his data pad between them, the screen a mass of twisting colors. “We are here,” Tech says, pointing to a tiny blip amongst the chaos.

“What do the different colors mean?” Hunter asks. He already knows. Reading weather maps is a basic part of their training; however, he also knows that Tech finds comfort in over-explaining even the most rudimentary facts.

Hunter becomes so engrossed in the rambled explanation of weather patterns, that he doesn’t notice the shadow prowling across the room until it speaks almost directly into his ear. “What are you doing?”

Hunter won’t admit if his nerves also leapt bodily in surprise, but Tech startles, the small jerk of motion jarring against Hunter’s side.

Crosshair stands there, arms crossed tightly over his chest, shoulders hiked just a little towards his ears, waiting for an answer.

“Tech’s showing me his weather map,” Hunter says.

Crosshair shifts his weight, sharp eyes cutting away. “I want to see when this karking storm is gonna end,” he mumbles. Like Tech, he does not wait for an invitation to clamber into the bunk. Crosshair puts himself between Tech and the wall. Hunter shifts a little to make more room, Tech tucked snugly in the middle.

Tech starts his explanation all over again, moving the data pad to rest in his lap so that all three of them can see.

“Hey!” an indignant shout comes from across the room. There’s a loud thump, the thudding of feet running across the room. Wrecker looms over Hunter’s crowded bunk, blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape. “No one told me we were sharing a bunk tonight. I don’t want to be alone either!”

“We aren’t sharing a bunk,” Tech corrects him, “I am showing Hunter and Crosshair the storm’s progress on my radar.”

Wrecker grins. “Then I want to see too!”

He dives into the bunk amidst shouts of protest, wedging himself into the nonexistent space between Crosshair and the wall. Hunter is nearly shoved out of his own bed, clinging to Tech’s arm to keep himself from toppling to the floor.

“We can’t all fit!” Crosshair squawks.

“Yes, we can!” Wrecker says, sounding all too pleased with himself.

“Wrecker,” Crosshair wheezes, “your elbow is digging into my ribs.”

“Oh, sorry,” Wrecker says.

Another pause.

“Wrecker, your elbow is still digging into my ribs.”

“I know, but I’m really comfortable,” Wrecker sighs.

Tech huffs. “At least one of us is.”

Hunter is halfway off the bunk. “We can make this work,” he says, “but not like this.” He drops to the floor and stands up.

“How?” Crosshair asks.

“Sideways,” Hunter says. “Now move.”

“We’re too tall to fit sideways,” Tech points out.

“Do you want to share my bunk or not?” Hunter asks.

At that, his brothers don’t argue, quickly rearranging themselves. Sitting up as they had been, their feet - with the exception of Wrecker - come just to the edge of the thin mattress. They leave space for Hunter between the head of the bed and Tech. Hunter climbs into his allocated spot, and they situate his and Wrecker’s blankets over all four of them.

“Now,” Tech says, taking out his data pad. “Shall I start again?”

They listen to Tech talk about the storm, hardly noticing the stark flashes of lightning or the grumbling of the thunder or the endless onslaught of rain, until one by one they fall asleep.

But it is the last time the four share a bunk.

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"Stop looking at my cards!” Wrecker cries, holding his splay of cards against his chest.

Crosshair scoffs, sitting back. “I would if you’d stop waving them directly in my face.”

“Maybe if you stayed on your side of the table...”

“Can we play just one game without an argument?” Hunter asks, the patience in his voice becoming transparently thin.

A brief moment of silence. Wrecker puts down a card.

“Wrecker, that is an illegal play,” Tech says.

“Is not,” Wrecker says.

Crosshair picks up the card and flicks it back at Wrecker. “Is so. Take it back.”

Wrecker grumbles, but puts the card back in his hand.

The game continues without further incident until Crosshair wins the round.

“How did you know I was bluffing?” Tech asks as Crosshair sweeps his winnings of spare bolts and screws into his pile.

Crosshair grins. “You’ve got a tell.”

“Really? What is it?” Wrecker asks eagerly, squinting at Tech.

Tech rolls his eyes, gathering the cards to shuffle. “I do not have a tell.”

“He does,” Crosshair says to Wrecker, ignoring Tech, “but I’m not going to give it away. It’s my strategy. He counts cards, and I read his tells.”

Hunter groans. “Tech…”

“That is not cheating!” Tech cries, indignant.

“With your enhancement…”

“Now wait a minute–”

“Yeah! Using enhancements is cheating!” Wrecker declares.

Tech huffs. “Then Crosshair shouldn’t be able to read my tells,” he says, then adds, glancing at Wrecker, “not that I have any.”

“How the kark am I supposed to play then? Blindfolded?” Crosshair cries.

Tech shrugs indifferently. “If necessary.”

The table erupts in a tangle of arguments, rational and irrational alike.

It is the last time they play cards before Echo joins the Batch.

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“Here we are,” Hunter says cheerfully, stepping into the clearing and removing his helmet. He takes a deep breath, enjoying the inhalation of pure air, rich with the scents of primitive wilderness. The only electromagnetic signals his senses can pick up are from the Marauder an hour’s march away, and the faint output of Tech’s data pad and their gear.

“If by here you mean the middle of nowhere, then you are correct,” Tech grumbles, shrugging out of his pack and putting it against a tree.

“It was Hunter’s turn to pick our shore leave,” Echo says diplomatically. “So middle of nowhere it is.”

“I like it!” Wrecker booms, scaring away a bird that had been watching them from a nearby branch. “We haven’t been camping in ages!”

Crosshair sighs. “What do you call what we just did on our last mission?”

“Just ‘cause we had to sleep outside doesn’t mean it was camping,” Wrecker says. “Camping means we have a campfire and don’t have to worry about getting our heads shot off by clankers.”

“Now we just have to worry about our heads being bitten off by wild animals,” Crosshair retorts.

Tech immediately cuts in. “There are no predators on this planet capable of such a feat. I made sure of it.”

“See? I feel safer already.” Echo chuckles, pulling off his helmet and grinning at Hunter. “I think I’m gonna like this shore leave. We’ll have some peace and quiet if we can get these two to quit their whining,” he says, nodding at Crosshair and Tech.

Echo receives twin expressions of indignation in response.

However, that night, around the crackling warmth of the campfire, the complaints of the early afternoon are forgotten. The soft sounds of nighttime embrace them, soothing chaotic nature for something tranquil. They watch the stars overhead as things unreachable, winking pinpricks of light against a velvety, black canopy of sky.

Hunter takes first watch, eager to enjoy the serenity they’ve found. Crosshair comes to sit next to him once their brothers have fallen asleep. He bumps his shoulder against the Sargeant’s, and Hunter nudges him back. They don’t speak for long, peaceful minutes, appreciating one another’s quiet company.

“Do you think we could live like this? After the war?” Hunter asks at last, voice hushed.

Crosshair doesn’t answer right away, leaning forward and bracing his forearms on his knees, watching the flames of the fire dance and spark. “We’re soldiers,” he says, “we don’t know anything but war.”

“We could learn,” Hunter says. “Adapt.”

Crosshair chuckles. “I’m always up for a challenge.”

It is the last time they have shore leave before their mission to Kaller.

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Hunter tries to remember the last words he said to Omega.

The last meaningful words.

The last words she might remember him by.

In case this mission goes wrong.

In case it was the last time he ever saw her.

But he can’t remember.

END

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kyuusberry · 2 days

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can u do more leeseo fluff :3? like continue the umbrella story where reader ACTUALLY walks leeseo to the building? and the other members of ive meet reader?

crush | ive leeseo - oneshot

pairing: idol classmate!leeseo x fem!reader

genre/theme: fluff, angst (if you squint), idol au, high school au, reader is a dancer, leeseo is an idol, both are sophmore year of high school (it’s hanlim arts high school if you want to know extra info)

warnings: a few kiss scenes (1 is non-consensual, but there’s a reason!!) and some cursing

a/n: i love this idea anon, tyyy! sorry this is actually so bad.. also first part is here!!

“hey! y/n!”

you looked back and saw leeseo running up to you with her usual bright smile. she seemed more bubbly today, which was good.

“hi, leeseo.” you smiled. she handed you the umbrella from the day before and thanked you for allowing her to borrow it.

”thanks for letting me borrow it yesterday! i really appreciate it.” she smiled, “i got you some chocolate in return! i heard you liked milk chocolate so i got you some.”

“o-oh.. uh thank you..” you were stuttering so badly, it was horrible.

*ring ring ring!*

“i gotta take this phonecall, thank you again though!” she smiled before bouncing away.

someone hit you on the arm and you turned around, it was iroha, aka your best friend for life, aka the girl who debuted in illit, aka the maknae of illit, aka the most annoying person in the world but you still love her anyways. yeah, that iroha.

“someone’s blushing,” iroha laughed, teasing you. “consider yourself lucky, y/n. leeseo doesn’t do that for just anyone. now come on! let’s go to class! mrs. choi is going to kill us.”

*ding ding ding!*

“wait which mrs. choi?—“

“choi sooyoung! that mrs. choi! now hurry your ass up!” iroha groaned, dragging you to class with her.

mrs. choi cleared her throat, “ahem. bae y/n? quit your daydreaming and pay attention. or i’m going to give everyone a pop quiz.”

you snapped out of your daydreaming, “sorry mrs. choi..”

iroha snickered, “daydreaming about leeseo?”

“have something to share, ms. hokazono iroha?” mrs. chou raised an eyebrow.

iroha immediately shut up, “no, mrs. choi.”

“good. now shut it before i separate you two.”

“yes, mrs. choi.” you both replied in a monotone.

“gosh, that class was horrible.” you groaned as soon as you walked out.

“you were asleep half of the class.” iroha rolled her eyes.

“and?? still boring!!”

“i’m surprised you’re even passing that class..” she sighed.

you grinned, “with a b too! i’m doing more than just passing.”

“whatever. let’s just go eat lunch. i’m hungry.” iroha’s stomach rumbled and you two started laughing.

when the two of you got to the lunch tables you saw some guy talking to leeseo. it made your heart break into pieces. that was until you saw her face. she was distraught, completely terrified.

“hey, can you hold my bag for me real quick?” before she could answer, you shoved your bag into iroha’s hands and walked towards leeseo.

“leeseo!” you put on a fake smile, glaring at the dude in front of her.

leeseo laughed awkwardly, “y/n! glad to see you!”

“who the hell are you?” the dude glared back.

“her girlfriend.”

“wait what?—“ leeseo got cut off by the dude.

“girlfriend?” he laughed, “prove it to me then! show me some pictures! or kiss her.”

“i will!” you scowled at him, grabbing leeseo’s arm and kissing her. the guy immediately backed off, cursing under his breath.

“sorry— i didn’t mean to kiss you like that. i just saw that you seemed uncomfortable.” you smiled awkwardly.

“it’s fine. i’m just glad i was able to get away from him.” she laughed.

“i gotta go now, i have some friends waiting on me. i’ll talk to you later though!” before you could leave, leeseo grabbed your arm and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“for the favor earlier.” she smiled, slipping a piece of paper in your hand. “my number. so we can talk whenever.” she whispered in your ear. “see you later, yn!” she walked off, leaving you all flustered.

“damnnnnn, yn!!” iroha laughed, bumping your arm.

“someone’s popular! didn’t think you would kiss her like that!” moka teased, poking at your arms.

“honestly same. thought you would chicken out.” wonhee and iroha added onto moka’s teasing, making chicken noises at you.

“hey! what’s in your hand!” iroha took it out of your hand and read it, “it says.. call me! +82 X XXXX XXXX. xoxo, leeseo.”

“DAMNNN!” moka burst out laughing with the other two.

you took the piece of paper back, “shut it you three! don’t be too loud.”

“whatever! anyways, can we go eat now? i’m hungry as hell!” iroha’s stomach saying it all.

you sighed, heading over to the lunch tables to eat.

by the time school was over it was raining. yet again. rainy spring weather was one of your favorite types of days. you loved the way the rain fell on the ground, the soft patters of rain droplets. the way the rain dripped off of the rooftops and how it smelled after it stopped raining. it made you feel so calm and relaxed.

you saw leeseo standing in the front, panicking while dialing some numbers on her phone. you tapped her shoulder and smiled.

“i don’t have a car because i usually walk home, but i can take you over to your company.”

“no— yn, it’s fine. i can head there by myself.” leeseo replied, still calling some people, suspecting that it was her manager or her members.

“no. i’ll walk you there. especially since it’s raining and all and i don’t want you walking by yourself in this type of weather. and i’m not sure if that guy will come back and bug you again. plus, i let you walk by yourself last time, which i shouldn’t have.”

“fine. thank you though. i’ll repay you back sometime.” she finally gave in, letting out a soft sigh of relief.

“come on, let’s go before you get in trouble for being late.”

“thanks again for walking with me. i appreciate it.” her voice was soft and sweet, with the occasional hands brushing against one another.

she suddenly pulled you closer to her by linking arms. “your shoulder is getting wet, i don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“oh— uh.. thank you..” you muttered.

“don’t worry about it.”

you dropped her off in the front of her company building and was about to bid her farewell and go home, but she wouldn’t let you. saying that you should stay in the company building till the rain died down.

you tried refusing, but she just wouldn’t let you leave. you sighed and ended up staying, nervously following her into the elevator.

“my members are amazing, they’re super talented and nice! you’ll be fine with them. it’s just till the rain dies down.” leeseo’s voice was bubbly and bright, just like her usual self.

you hummed in response. your palms were sweaty and you were extremely nervous. you hoped that they would like you. you two arrived at her practice room and she opened the door making you go in first.

“leeseo— who are you?” one girl raised an eyebrow, voice sharp.

“unnies! this is y/n! she walked me here today and i told her to stay with us for a while till the rain dies down.” leeseo grinned.

you bowed 90° and introduced yourself, “uh.. hi.. i’m bae y/n.. nice to meet you all— and uhm… yea.” you stuttered, mentally face-palming yourself.

“you look like irene sunbaenim.” one girl blurted out.

“oh.. yeah, she’s my older sister.” you replied.

“no wonder! you two look so much alike!” leeseo played with your fingers.

another girl introduced herself, “i’m yujin, the leader of ive. nice to meet you y/n.” she paused. “you know leeseo. the girl next to me is wonyoung, the girl next to wonyoung is rei, the one on the left of the couch is gaeul unnie, and the one to the right of her is liz.”

“these are my members! they’re all amazing and i love them with all of my heart.” leeseo stopping yujin, her smile wide.

“i love your music, it’s really good. i went to one of your concerts not to long ago. the one in seoul during your last world tour. mostly to support leeseo because she is my classmate after all.” you gave them a small smile.

“thank you for supporting us. we appreciate it a lot.” wonyoung said happily, but classy at the same time. “oh— leeseo-ah. could you get us some water? we ran out. here’s some money for the vending machine downstairs.” wonyoung handed her the money and sent her on her way.

“now. you.” everyone got up and stood in front of you. “are you dating leeseo?” liz asked.

“no—“

“do you have a crush on leeseo?” rei’s eyebrows raised.

“oh— uhm. uh—“

rei and liz pressured you, “say it.”

“yes..”

“ha! knew it!” gaeul exclaimed.

“you’re the one who let leeseo borrow your umbrella last time it rained, didn’t you? your umbrella has the same design as it did when leeseo came by herself.” wonyoung said, crossing her arms.

“uh— yeah.. i did..”

liz butted in, “why didn’t you walk with her then? huh, y/n?”

“i was really nervous and i chickened out—“ you got cut off by gaeul.

“you better be treating our maknae right. i don’t care how you two are associated with each other, friends or dating.” gaeul pointed a finger at your chest and all of the members agreed.

leeseo came back with a bunch of waters in her hands and you helped her put it down on the ground. you were saying that you had to leave and that your mom would get upset with you if you weren’t home, leeseo tried to get you to stay longer, but yujin told leeseo to walk you out since it wasn’t raining anymore.

“fineeee..” leeseo whined, leading you out of their practice room and towards the elevator. “hey— i’m sorry if my unnies were scaring you. they tend to get protective over me sometimes, especially since i’m the youngest.”

“it’s fine. they were really nice to me. and i get it, they just want what’s best for you.” you smiled.

you two got to the front door and she gave you a hug, “see you tomorrow. oh, and don’t forget your umbrella, just incase it starts raining again.”

“thank you, leeseo.”

“hey— can i.. uhm.”

“what is it?”

“can i kiss you?— sorry if you don’t want to, i just.. yeah.” leeseo muttered.

“go ahead. i don’t mind.”

she gave you a small kiss before going back for another one, this time it was longer. her lips tasted of grapefruit, possibly from the lipgloss she always wears. she wrapped her arm around you, smiling and giggling into your chest, it was such an adorable sight to see.

she gave you one last kiss before finally pulling away, the taste of her lipgloss still lingering on your lips. you could see where she was kissed, the light tint of lipgloss on her upper lip and mixed in with the rest of hers.

leeseo interrupted your thoughts, “i expect you to call me once you get home. i wanna know if you got home safely. promise?” she held out her pinky.

your wrapped your pinky around hers, “promise.”

“good. see you tomorrow!” she beamed, happily bouncing off back to the elevator.

“hey!— uhm. what are we?” you blurted out.

“girlfriends?” she laughed.

“sure.” you grinned, walking out of the building and instantly pulling out your phone to call your friends.

“what is it, y/n?” iroha asked, the other two joining the call.

“you guys will never believe what just happened.”

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