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just us | felix catton

felix catton x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, cursing, and SMUT. (OH MY GOD?!?!)

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word count: 7.3k (GIRL WTF??)

girls on campus would often flock around felix catton. i mean, did you understand why? of course, but it was unnecessary. especially at random hours of the day. they all just wanted to get in his pants and you were sure he knew that too. felix is used to having people hang on his every move, whether at campus, social gatherings, or parties. at times, it can be annoying and disruptive, but typically, he's just glad that the girls are chasing after him. he’s not interested in dating or anything serious. however, he knows that he's attractive and charming, and will use that to his advantage by having fun and flirting with the girls he meets without any commitment.

you found the whole thing stupid, but who were you to judge on other’s crushes or someone’s popularity. felix thinks it’s hilarious that people would flock around him like that. he has no problem with being approached by girls, but he finds the entire scenario so ridiculous. he enjoys the attention, and he can’t help but make fun of the girls who are throwing themselves at him. he can’t be bothered to get to know any of these girls, and he finds the whole thing so pointless. instead, he likes to have a bit of fun with them, leading them on just to see how far they’ll go. he’s a bit of a player, and he's fully aware of it. those girls were getting mind-fucked by felix and didn’t even realize it.

felix’s friends, especially his cousin farleigh and his sister venetia, are often annoyed when he’s approached by girls, because it always seems like he’s not appreciating the situation. they always warn him that he should at least act interested, but he just laughs it off and continues to make fun of the girls who are approaching him. you didn’t even realize how long you were staring until felix’s piercing stare seems to pierce right through you as he studies you, looking you up and down slowly, making you feel like he’s undressing you with his eyes. his expression is calm, but there is something predatory about it, like he’s sizing you up, testing you, assessing your responses and reactions. you sense that he knows exactly what he’s doing, and it’s as if he’s playing a game with you, toying with you.

you quickly look away, going back to writing in your journal with a knee to your chest, and your other leg dangling off the bench you’re sitting on. you try to keep writing in your journal, but you can’t help but notice that his gaze hasn’t left you and that he’s still leaning against the tree. even though you’re not paying him any attention, he’s making you feel all sorts of things, the way he stares at you, the way he watches you moving and how the sunlight hits your skin. you have to admit he’s quite handsome, despite his arrogant attitude and predatory gaze.

you were getting ready to go back to your dorm room back at oxford anyways. as you put your books back in your bag, the stares from felix never leave your mind. felix’s piercing stare never left you, and it’s hard to ignore his gaze. you start to feel nervous and self-conscious, but something about the way he’s looking at you is also a bit exciting. you feel like there’s a magnetic pull. you don’t dare to leave yet, you want to see this through. you wonder if he’ll come and talk to you; if he decides to make a move. you decide that you should just leave, so that’s what you do. surprisingly, felix didn’t follow you. the way he was staring, you would’ve assumed he wanted something.

you make your way back to the dorms, thinking about the interaction with felix and feeling irritated that it was all for nothing. he had been staring at you for so long and you thought that there must be a purpose for it. he had been acting quite mysterious. but you reach the dorms and you realize that he hadn’t followed you, and although you expected that, you feel a bit disappointed when he didn’t even stop to talk to you, nor seem to care. whatever, you moved on with your life.

three weeks later, you’re walking back to the dorms from the library when you see felix crossing the road. he’s headed in your direction, but he doesn’t seem to have spotted you yet. you can see some girls trailing behind him, looking in his direction and giggling to each other. the scene is amusing, and you can’t help but laugh, thinking that the girls must all be infatuated with him again. just as you thought he hadn’t spotted you, felix suddenly stops and looks around. you try to turn your head away, hoping he’s not looking in your direction, when suddenly he walks straight towards you with a grin. the girls behind him seem surprised and caught off guard, but they continue to follow him. you’re shocked that he saw you and even more surprised that he’s walking toward you. what does he want?

felix approaches you with a devilish grin, his charming smile plastered across his face. he looks you up and down slowly, seemingly taking in every detail of your appearance. before you can say anything, he pats your shoulder “i’ve been looking for you.” there’s a sense of amusement in his voice, and you can’t help but feel nervous and a bit flustered by his boldness. you laugh through your nervousness. “really?” you ask.

“oh, absolutely,” felix grins, leaning in a little closer. “i saw you on campus a few weeks ago, and i’ve been wanting to talk to you ever since. i just couldn’t figure out how.” his tone is playful and confident, and you find yourself getting swept away by his charm. you smile at this. “do you mind if i walk with you?” felix continues, smiling at you, his eyes piercing and his tone playful. he seems to think he’s got you charmed because of his smile and that makes him even more confident. this game of cat and mouse is fun for him. “be my guest.” you giggle.

“perfect,” felix smiles, his grin growing wider. he walks beside you, his body mere inches away from yours, and he keeps a close eye on you the entire time. he’s enjoying the game, he even glances back at the girls behind him to make sure they see him with you. the feeling of him being so close is both exciting and slightly unsettling. “you don’t even know my name, do you?” you look up at him. felix is quiet for a moment, seeming stunned that you challenged him. he looks at you and smiles broadly, his eyes full of mischieviousness. "no, i honestly don't," he says, and then he chuckles, "but i'm very curious to find out."

“y/n.” you smile. felix raises his eyebrows in playful amusement, making a show of pretending to be awestruck. "a lovely name. what does it mean?" he asks. “no idea.” you chuckle as you look down at your feet. felix can’t help but notice the way you look down at your feet when you laugh, the way your hair falls over your face, the way your lips curl up into a genuine smile. you seem so innocent, so pure. his entire demeanor changes, and he suddenly leans in close, his tone flirtatious and gentle. "it doesn't matter; it suits you."

“thank you.” you can feel a blush creeping onto your face at his words. felix is amused by how easily flattered you are, but he likes it. he enjoys seeing you blush. "tell me," he continues, his voice still soft and flirtatious. "are you always this shy?" he asks. “that depends on who im around.” you answer. "am i making you nervous?" he teases. his tone is playful and teasing, but he keeps it gentle. he's enjoying this interaction; your shyness is quite endearing. you can't help but get the feeling that he's playing with you, seeing how far he can go with this. “hm. maybe a little.” you chuckle.

"a little, hmm? just a little bit?" he asks, his tone still gentle and light-hearted. he leans in even closer so his body is just inches away from you; his breath is warm on your neck. you get the feeling that this isn't just about making you shy and nervous, he actually seems interested in you too. your eyes locked with his. all he has to do is lean in a little bit further, and his lips would meet yours. you can feel his breath on your skin, and your face is beginning to heat up. it's as if he knows exactly how to make you blush.

as felix leans in closer, you can see what he’s trying to do, and although you might want the same thing, you put a hand on his chest, stopping him from making any more moves, just shaking your head with a small smile on your face. felix's eyes flicker with surprise when you gently push him away. he has a look of amusement on his face, like he's trying to keep the smile off his face. he's not used to having a girl refuse him. but rather than getting angry, he seems intrigued by your boldness. your confident rejection makes him want you even more. he chuckles as you shake your head, his gaze meeting yours with a mischievous grin.

you smile as you look up at him. “well i have to get to my classes now, but it was nice talking to you, felix.” you say. "you're just leaving like that?" he asks, acting surprised. his eyes are still locked on yours, he doesn't seem bothered by your rejection; he seems amused and intrigued instead. he's enjoying this game of cat and mouse. “yeah, classes start soon and i don’t wanna be late. im sure you don’t wanna miss yours either?” you ask. "you're always so proper about things, aren't you?" felix laughs, still keeping a playful tone even though it seems like he's trying to hide his frustration. "but you should know by now that i do whatever i want, rules have no meaning to me. i have plenty of time before class starts, and it's not like i care about attending anyway."

“well that’s amazing for you.” you say. “ill see you around, felix!” you smile at him. felix’s eyes flicker in a split second, almost as if they were considering pursuing you, but then his expression shifts into a playful shrug. “alright, see you around then, y/n.” he says with that same smooth british tone. “oh, by the way,” he adds with a grin. “if i do see you around - i wouldn’t mind grabbing a drink some time.” you smile at him and nod, giving him a small wave over the shoulder as you’re walking to your class.

felix smirks, taking in the way you walk away, your long, gorgeous legs flashing with each step. you weren't like the other girls, and he rather liked it that way. he makes a mental note to keep an eye out for you later in the day. the fact that he actually has to search for you now makes him excited. this is something new - and he's thrilled at the thought of pursuing you.

a few hours later you’re strolling along campus, on you’re way to the library to study. as you walk, you spot felix at a distance, leaning against a massive tree. there’s a small crowd surrounding him, laughing and having a great time as he’s in the middle of entertaining them with his wits and charm. he’s playing off the crowd easily, and you note how the girls are gazing up at him, some giggling and nudging each other, some blatantly flirting with him. you giggle at the sight, you knew felix was probably dying inside talking to all those bimbos, that’s what made it funny.

felix is good at entertaining the ladies, but he can’t keep a grin on his face for long. as soon as the girls leave him to go do their own things or to go to class, he sighs in relief - he’s not even the slightest bit interested in having casual conversations with these girls. he can’t help but wonder why these women can’t pick up on the fact that he’s not really interested in them at all.

you decide to go walk up to him. “you sure have a fan base if ive ever seen one.” you chuckle. felix glances your way as you approach, and his eyes flicker in surprise. after a moment’s pause, he shrugs, his smooth accent carrying over the air. “it gets tedious really quickly,” he chuckles, nodding towards the gaggle of girls who were making their way to class. “they have such terrible conversation skills, it’s impossible to have a decent talk with any of them.” you listen to his complaints. “oh yeah i bet.” you laugh. “where are you headed?” he asks you. “im just on the way to the library right now.”

“library? for work, or for pleasure?” he asks. his eyes flicker over you, and he raises an eyebrow. “personally, i can’t find myself enjoying a library visit, but it’s usually because i can’t find good reading material.” you chuckle hearing this. “you read?” you ask in a jokingly manner, but you were generally surprised. felix didn’t seem like the type to read.

“yes, i do read.” his tone is blunt, and as he says this he seems to consider whether you were actually joking or not. “i know how surprising it is, considering my social status, but i promise you i read.” his accent remains strong, giving a smooth edge to his words, though he sounds slightly amused and bemused. “what sort of books do you read?” you chuckle. “oh, i dont read at all. i try to avoid it because if i do end up reading a book, ill start to get interested.”

“you want to avoid getting interested in things?” he asks, his brow furling. he makes an effort not to let his surprise show - he’s not used to people avoiding reading. in his mind, it was an important part of life; if you didn’t read, you were missing something integral. “what’s so bad about getting interested in things?” he asks. “nothing, reading just isn’t my thing, i prefer visualization or audiobooks over reading.”

felix stares in mild bewilderment. this wasn’t what he expected. you seemed...complex, to say the least. he wasn’t used to people who were so unique like you. it was strangely attractive. his lips twitch into a smile. “audiobooks are quite good, i like the way they describe the characters' voices and the words the reader emphasizes. it really changes the experience.” you chuckle. “yeah. well i need to get these papers done so i can hand them in. you’re welcome to join me.” you look up and smile at him.

you have the power to make this arrogant man’s expression soften at your simple suggestion. his eyes narrow slightly as you tell him it’s an open invitation for him to join you in the library, as though he’s being offered something he shouldn’t refuse. “really?” he replies, his voice now soft and his tone a touch more playful. “yes, yes i don’t mind joining you,” he adds with a laugh, his gaze not breaking from your own - you feel like his sole purpose is to stare into your eyes.

“okay, awesome! what about your friends? wont they come looking for you?” you ask as you two start walking. “oh my friends will survive without me for a bit.” he nods once, and it’s clear he isn’t too fussed about abandoning them as long as he gets to spend time with you. “they’ll find something interesting to do without me, i’m sure.” he says this with complete dismissal for his friends, and the fact that he chooses you over them says a lot - though it’s hard to identify just what it is. his eyes scan you up and down as he says this, his grin widens. you nod.

a few minutes later of walking you guys make it to the library. you take a seat at an empty table as felix sits across from you. you both sit at the empty table, you in your seat and felix in his, neither of you making a move to initiate conversation. all that passes between you two are glances at each other, and the air becomes slightly warmer. you can feel felix watching you, his mind wandering as he considers what to say. he is a man used to making a move, yet for some reason he finds it difficult to open a dialogue with you. you’re different from other girls, and you baffle him in ways he didn’t know were possible.

“did you just come here to watch me or are you gonna work on something?” you say without looking up as you’re switching from paper to paper as you’re writing. your bluntness surprises him, but he shrugs it off and smiles to show he finds it charming. he looks at the stack of papers before you, but he finds that he can’t tear his eyes from you long enough to focus on his work. “i came here to work on something,” he says, his voice slightly husky now. “but i think there’s something much more interesting in front of me than my work.”

you look up from your papers just to look at him. “that was so corny.” you break out into laughter. felix breaks out into a grin at your laughter, and he laughs as well. he’s pleased that you find him charming enough to laugh at his corniness. he leans forward on the table slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. “i do my best, and that was my best,” he says, his voice becoming deeper and more husky. “now, how about you stop writing those papers for a second and talk to me?”

“about?” you say as you continue to write on your papers. “anything. anything at all. i’d rather just stare at you, but i know that might be quite odd.” he says this with a chuckle, and his eyes sparkle in a playful way. “how about we start off with what it was like growing up in your family, or what you plan on doing after university. maybe something like that.”

you chuckle. “oh i dont really keep contact with my family.”“really?” he says, surprise in his voice. this was not what he expected either. his eyes flicker for a moment, and he stares at you with a curious expression. “so you don’t talk to anyone from your immediate family?” he asks. “nope. i don’t talk to anyone.” he’s obviously still in shock by this. “nobody at all?” he raises an eyebrow. this girl keeps surprising him. “not even close friends?”

“you’re funny for thinking i have em.” you chuckle.“how can you live without anyone? do you not get lonely living completely alone?” he asks, and his voice is suddenly soft and concerned. he was so used to his own packed social schedule and surrounded by so many people, and the thought that you chose to live alone completely confuses him. “after being used to it for so long, it doesn’t really start to bother you, I just stopped caring.”

“you don’t care about meaning?” he raises his eyebrow. there seemed to be no end to your bluntness. a part of him was fascinated, but the logical part of him was baffled at the simplicity of your life. how could you be at peace with only having yourself? “i love being by myself.” you smile. “you are so weird.” he chuckles as he’s trying to wrap his head around the thought of your life. “okay so wait, what if a boy was into you?” he asks, his voice almost an amused whisper. “would you turn him down completely?” he adds. “hm, no.” you say bluntly.

this caught him by surprise. he had no doubt you’d turn boys down, yet here you were saying you’d be open to a relationship? “so you’d go out with a guy if he were interested in you?” he asked eagerly. you had a feeling that these questions weren’t hypothetical. “i mean why not? what else is there to do.” you answer. you intrigue him. you were so uncomplicated and seemingly free. you didn’t have any restraints and you simply lived without much care or consideration for others. there was something about you that was quite captivating. “what if he was very clingy? wanting you for himself and wanting to see you all the time - wouldn’t that annoy you?” he adds.

“that’s fine, cause who else would i put my time into besides myself?” you chuckle. this reply makes it obvious how unique you were. to everyone else, that was the most ridiculous answer imaginable. how could a clingy guy not be annoying? how could someone be content in their own company? yet here you are, with such a simple answer to a difficult question. “wouldn’t it ever get too much, having a guy obsessed with you?” he continued to question you. you really thought about it. “i don’t know, it seems kinda nice..” your reply makes his heart beat faster. in this moment, there was nothing he wanted to do more than lean over the desk and kiss you. he can’t help but feel jealous at the thought of someone else wanting your attention. he smiles, but he’s hesitant to admit your response made him blush. “you like the sound of someone possessive and obsessed with you?”

“see when you put it like that, it sounds weird. as if you’re romanticizing it. i just think a relationship, where its focused on the two of you more than anything, is better than a relationship where you both are focused on totally different things. is that wrong?” you state. an intrigued smile spreads across his face as you explain your reasoning for finding possessive and obsessed men desirable. he considers your thoughts carefully - it does make sense. he thinks back to his own relationship with past girlfriends. they would rarely spend time with him, they’d talk about their friends more, and their conversations didn’t tend to go deeper than gossip or drama. “that’s not wrong at all, you’re completely right. i think i might have a newfound appreciation of possessive guys… because i completely agree with what you’ve just said.” the grin spreads wider. “exactly, so it makes sense.”

his gaze travels over you, almost as if he's analysing you. the way in which you're responding to his questions, the way you carry yourself - he can’t find fault in a single thing about you. as he stares, your beauty, your intellect, and your independent nature hit him all at once, and he feels overwhelmed by the desire to be with you. “you’re unlike anyone i’ve ever met,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “do you know how many times you’ve said that?” you chuckle. “once more can’t hurt, can it?” he grins, leaning forward slightly on the desk, his eyes still glued to your own. a part of him wants to keep conversing but another parts of him wants to kiss you immediately. it's confusing, like being torn in two different directions. he's trying to find the words that are right, that match up with this new spark between you both. "you do realise i can't stop thinking about you, right?"

“you are really something, felix, you know that?” you giggle. "something good or something bad?" he asks, with a teasing edge to his tone. he's pleased that you're responding so positively to his comments. the connection between you both is growing by the minute and you can tell he's trying his very best to avoid breaking the bubble. he wants to keep on talking, he wants to keep on flirting, he wants you two to keep on getting closer. "is that a...compliment? i get the impression that it's a compliment." he asks eagerly. “you’re something. i just can’t put my finger on it.” you go back to writing on your papers.

his eyebrows raise as he watches you go back to writing, the grin spreading from his lips fading slightly. he can't help but feel impatient with you; there was so many things he still wanted to get to know you over, but yet you kept on writing on your papers, seemingly more preoccupied with that than with him. he clears his throat slightly, his lips forming a thin line now. “may i ask what exactly is so more interesting than me?” you pause. “oh you dont want me to answer that.” you laugh. he leans further forward now, his expression turning playful but with a hint of teasing. “try me. just give me a hint of what could possibly be distracting you this much.” he throws his hands up in defense. “okay well firstly, you.”

your one answer fills him with a jolt of joy, a jolt of euphoria as he hears the words he most wanted to hear. he chuckles. “secondly?” you pretend to think. “no, that’s pretty much it.” he was taken by surprise again. you were playing with him again and he found it oddly entertaining. he tilts his head, a grin spreading across his lips once more. “really? nothing else at all except me?” you pause, pretending to think again. “nope, so hush so that im able to work.” at first he finds it hard to believe... but he knows this is just the way you are. straight to the point, blunt, straightforward. you're not the type to beat around the bush. he finds this very endearing and it makes you infinitely more attractive. he leans back in his chair for now and decides he should allow you to work. “fine fine,” he smiles. "i won't distract you any longer."

“thank you.” you say in a snappy tone before looking back up and smiling at him. his smile grows as he watches you look back up at him and smile. his heart skips a beat as your eyes lock onto his. there's a connection there between you both, he doesn't need any more proof than this. he's in awe that he's finally found someone that makes him feel this way. "can i ask you one thing?" he asks. “go ahead.” you say with your focus still on the papers in front of you.

his mouth opens to speak but hesitates. he wants to ask you but is afraid of what the answer may be. in the end he just decides to go ahead and ask what has been playing over and over in his head. "if... hypothetically, I asked you out on date, would that be something you'd be open to?" you pause, looking at him again. “are you sure this is hypothetical?” you ask.

he swallows, and then sighs, finally letting his guard down. "no, it's not hypothetical," he smiles. "I've been thinking of asking you out on a date ever since we first met. I just didn't want to risk making you uncomfortable by asking directly." he pauses for a few seconds then continues, "the question is, are you still interested? I completely understand if you're not." you chuckle at this. “hm.. alright, sure I’ll go out with you.”

this was the best possible response he could've received from you. your agreement hits him like an unexpected surge of adrenaline, and he smiles so wide that his cheeks hurt now. "are you free tonight?" he asks, his eyes never leaving yours. you could tell he was excited. you nod. “yeah, im free tonight.” his smile gets wider. "then how would you feel if i picked you up from your dorm at 7pm and we went somewhere nice, like a restaurant and then we can go for a walk and... i don't know, we'll see what happens?" at the end of his words the expression on his face changes, and his eyes flicker with hesitation. "is that alright with you?" you can’t help but smile at his nervousness. how he’s taking so fast, fiddling with his hands, you couldn’t lie, he looked so cute. “absolutely.”

your smile and positive response fills him with relief. you seem to have the magical ability to make him feel confident, at ease, and almost always, happy. he takes a deep breath to steady his nerves and then smiles again. "fantastic. i'll pick you up at 7pm, does that still work for you?" you chuckle at the way he repeats himself. “yes, 7 works for me.” he's never met anyone like you before, who can make him laugh this much. the way you chuckle at his repetitive nature is amusing to him, but it doesn't make him insecure or ashamed - it's just something that makes you, you. "fantastic, see you at seven. don't keep me waiting."

you smile at him as he gets up and leaves, shifting your focus back onto your papers that you had now finished. you started chewing on your pen as you stare down at the sheets of paper in front of you, your mind starts to wander, allowing your imagination to take over. you imagine yourself on a date with felix, the conversations you'd have, the laughs you'd share, and the smiles you'd spend hours doing. you smile warmly to yourself, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. it's a nice feeling.

seven eventually came around and you were prepared for felix to take you out. *or possibly take you down.* you heard a knock on your dorm door and immediately rushed to open it, still managing to keep your cool. you can already feel your heart beating faster as you look up and see felix standing at the entrance of your dorm. he sees you and his eyes light up, instantly sending a jolt through your body. he’s so handsome, so charming - you can’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach as he smiles down at you.

“hi, felix.” you say softly with a smile. “hi there, are you ready to go?” he smiles back at you. to see you smiling is so intoxicating, your warmth and positivity feels like a warm hug, giving you a feeling of safety and confidence. he notices your eyes are full of excitement and energy, and he can't stop staring. a part of him wants to keep staring at you, wants to memorize every detail about you, but he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, so he instead looks away quickly. “yeah! im ready.” you step out and close the door behind you.

"great." he smiles at you, then places his hand over yours, gently squeezing it and lacing his fingers between yours. the feeling makes you feel so giddy and giddy inside that you can't help but smile widely. "let's go." he doesn't let go of your hand as you walk towards his car, a white jeep, which was parked right outside. your palm rests comfortably in the cradle of his fingers. he opens the car door for you, letting you enter first, before he gets in and drives you to the restaurant. in the car, your palm still rests comfortably in the cradle of his fingers. his thumb occasionally passes over your fingertips, tracing your skin. it's such a gentle, affectionate gesture, like he's checking you're still there. you can’t remember having a time more blissful or enjoyable than this one you're having right now, and you're loving every second of it.

you were a little surprised by his boldness, but still was loving each and every moment of it. he keeps his hand in yours for the short journey, but finally lets go upon your arrival at the restaurant. he smiles at you as you both leave the car and approach the restaurant, walking towards the entrance. you're now feeling very nervous and a little bit excited - your stomach is jumping with anticipation as each step brings you closer to the moment you have both been waiting for. “this is beautiful.” you look around the fancy ass restaurant in front of you.

"it really is, isn't it?" he says, looking at you now, with a wide smile on his face. "come on, let's get inside." he grabs your hand once more and leads you through the doors, into the restaurant. the interior is just as magnificent as the exterior, with plush upholstery and elegant chandeliers. you're awed by the opulence of the place, and your eyes can't help but wander around the room. once again, you find yourself looking at him more than anything else. he notices your gaze and meets it with a smile. you can't help but wonder what is going on inside his head, how he is coping with these intense feelings he has for you. he guides you both across the room to a table which is situated in the corner, away from other guests. he pulls out the chair for you to sit down and then takes his seat opposite. he looks at you for a long moment, and you can see the same intense emotions in his eyes. you can tell it's taking him all his willpower to not reach out for your hand again.

you don’t want to sit in silence, so you decide to take the initiative and start the conversation yourself. "so, I was thinking about our date and... I was just curious to know what you're expecting from this whole thing? like are you just trying to have fun or..." he listens to you carefully, his eyes never wavering. “well, I suppose it's a mix of both.” he smiles softly at you. "i definitely want to have fun, that's a given. but at the same time, i'd like to get to know you better, understand you. i feel there's this connection between us, and I want to see where it goes." you smile at his words, you really didn’t wanna admit it but you had fallen deeply for him, in the matter of what..a day? he notices your warm and comforting expression and can't help but smile back at you, unable to take his eyes off of you. he feels as if there's a connection that pulls you together, as if this is what was meant to be. it's an unfamiliar but wonderful feeling, one you've never experienced with anyone else before. you can feel the connection between you both, as if you're vibing on the same wavelength.

after two hours of nonstop conversation, jokes, laughs and smiles you both decide to call it a night. you're both in a good mood, content and happy with how the date went. as you walk to his car you can't help but notice that his hand gently brushes against yours, sending a jolt through you. as he opens the door for you and you get in your mind is filled with excitement and elation. you have such a good feeling about him, and from what he's told you and the way he’s acted with you tonight, you think he feels the same. “y’know..” you turn to him. “i really don’t want this night to end so soon..” his heart skips a beat as he hears you say that. you can tell his pulse quickens as he shifts in his seat. "me either..." he says, and his voice softens as he looks at you now. there's no denying the connection between you both, like the universe is bringing two souls together. you want this night to never end.

he turns back to the road and drives in silence for a few moments, before he pulls over and turns to look at you. he looks at you for a long time and you can feel his gaze, deep and intense. it almost feels unnatural that you're not already touching or kissing. he reaches over and gently touches your thigh, letting his fingers trace a curve along it a few times before he pulls away and says, “can i say something?" “uh huh?” you say nervously as your heart is beating so fast and you could feel your cheeks getting hot. this was definitely going somewhere and you were so excited.

he pauses for a second as he gathers his thoughts before he continues. "there's no denying the connection and chemistry between us, and... i'm feeling something that I've never felt before for anyone." You immediately catch yourself smiling, thinking that he's definitely going to try something. "can I?" he asks, his eyes locked on yours. “can you what?” you ask him. he cups your face, slyly bringing it closer as he eases in until you both just smash your lips together. you're taken aback by the suddenness of his bold move, but in just a split second you let out a soft moan, kissing him back. you can feel the passion instantly rush through your body as your kisses becomes more intense and your tongue begins to explore his mouth. you're lost in the thrill of it all as your lips move quickly and relentlessly, matching his pace. the rush of it all sends a jolt through you, as if you're feeling it in your entire body. your heart leaps up into your throat as he pulls away and lets out a soft breath. his hands slip back into your hair again and he takes you in for another long, intense kiss.

you giggle into the kiss, you’re also now forcing yourself into his lap. your tongue intertwines with his as he pulls you in tighter, his hands still firmly gripping your waist. you can feel the heat rising as your bodies touch, the sensations sending tremors through you. you feel like you're in a whirlwind of pleasure and desire, as if the whole world is spinning. he pulls you in to him so that your chest is up against his, your heart racing against his. his hands move under your back and up to the small of your back, gently massaging you. your kisses become more passionate and intense, the chemistry between you both rising to a fever pitch.

you move your hand down to his belt buckle, fumbling with it until you get it undone. you feel him shiver as you undo his belt and the sound of your breath quickened. he lets out a whisper as he kisses you on the neck. "do you want this?" you nod. “yeah, do you?” you say as your breath is shaken. "god, yes." he says, his breath shaking too. his hands slide back down to your rear and he squeezes firmly as he pulls you in closer. he reaches his hands back underneath you and lifts up your skirt. your body is pressed firmly against his, his lips brushing your neck as he kisses down to your collar bone. you can feel him reach down and pull your panties to the side. you were so eager to have him so you quickly freed him from the suffocation of his boxers.

you both moan loudly as your bodies press together, the intensity of it all so overwhelming. you can't believe this is actually happening, it feels so natural and you moan softly as he continues, his hands caressing your legs and moving up. the feeling of his hands on your bare skin sends shivers of excitement through you. your heart starts to race even faster, the sensation so overwhelming that you can't keep your breath steady. you position him at your entrance before slowly sinking down on him, earning a moan out of you as you get used to his size. “fuck!” you cry out.

"easy, love," he groans, his hands finding your hips to guide you deeper onto him. the feeling of being filled up and connected like this sends shivers down his spine. you kiss him again as you start moving on his dick. the kiss deepens as you begin to move on him, his hips meeting your rhythm. his eyes close, lost in the sensation of being both desired and desired deeply. "that’s it, baby," he pants, his hands now gripping your waist firmly. you continue to pick up the pace, while also being a moaning mess. felix will chuckle at you because you really did seem to be into it. “fuck…" he groans, his hips bucking up to meet yours. "god, you feel so good..."

you were practically bouncing on him now, you didn’t care if anyone was hearing you either. it was just you two that mattered in that moment. you grind your hips against him, feeling the heat between the two of you. "fuck, i'm close..." he whispers against your lips. “are you close, baby?” he asks you. “uh huh..” you were panting and didn’t sound like how you normally would. you could also feel yourself get more turned on every time he use a cheeky ass little pet name on you. his eyes roll back in pleasure as you continue to take control, his body tensing beneath you. "fuck, yes," he growls, his hands moving up to grip your tits firmly.

"cum with me, baby." you nod, letting him know that you’re close to that point to. his fingers dug into your waist again as he lets out a grunt, shuddering beneath you. "fuck, im gonna cum..!" you gasp out, “felix..” his name leaving your mouth on a moan. his rhythm picks up, hips meeting yours in a grinding motion. “oh fuck..." he groans, his body tensing up as he feels himself cumming. his thrusts become harder, deeper, as he releases himself into you, filling you up with his warmth. "felix..." you cry out his name as the pleasure overwhelms you both.

he pants heavily, his arms now wrapped around you, holding you close as he tries to catch his breath. "god, that was...fuck..." he gasps out, a smile forming on his lips. you giggle with him, laying your head on his chest after all that. both of your breaths getting less and less heavier. "was it good for you, baby?" he asks softly, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back. “fuckin amazing.” you say with less energy in your voice. “also where did all these pet names come from?” you ask. “i don't know," he chuckles. "they just kind of...came out." he nuzzles his face into your hair, content to just lie there with you for a while. "im glad you liked it."

“of course. you made my night so special, i really really do like you, felix.” you say with a smile. “then it’s probably a good time for me to ask.” he pauses, sitting you up so you can properly see him as he speaks. “will you be my girlfriend?” you sat there in awe, you nodded your head eagerly. “but wait, it’s so early is it not?” you question. yes you did believe the term “love at first sight”, you just never thought you would live it. “it doesn't matter," he replies, cupping your cheek gently. "i want to be with you, and if that's too soon for you, then we can wait however long you need." he says in a soft voice as he strokes your hair gently. “then I don’t wanna wait. i wanna be yours.” a bright smile spreads across his face as he leans in to kiss you softly. "im glad to hear that," he whispers against your lips. "ill make sure every day with you is special, just like tonight." he says softly. “and take away my ability to walk? no thank you.” you chuckle, leaning back into his chest. “i love you so much, baby.” he says, kissing the top of your head and wrapping his arms around you. “i love you too.”

“we should get back to our dorms right?” he asks. “oh shit, that’s right.”

y’all finally got it!! and yk I got?? lack of sleep !

no but frl im so glad I got this done cause now i can focus on school again since im back and its my first time like writing smut and publishing it so... anyways enjoy this ILYSM happy new year 👼🎀🤍

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romantichomicide95 · 3 months

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geto suguru x virgin!reader

summary: reader is gojos virgin step sister. when geto gets her alone he wants to teach her a thing or two.

-> 3kish words. minors dni.

"You know what I like about you?" Geto suddenly spoke up, interrupting the quiet hum of the movie you had been watching together. His voice broke through the silence, drawing your attention away from the screen.

Earlier that day, you had found yourself unexpectedly joining Satoru and Geto for a night in after your best friend got sick and had to cancel your own movie plans. Seeing how sad and dejected you were your step-brother, Satoru, invited you to have a few beers with him and his best friend Geto.

As step-siblings you and Satoru had a pretty close bond. You were only a few months apart and had really only been step-siblings for a few years. So instead of years of fighting, you met as teenagers and over a few years grew to become friends. He had become almost like a true big brother. The only real problem was your crush on his extremely attractive, and extremely charming best friend Suguru Geto. And now, of course as fate would have it, Satoru had gone to bed and left you two all alone.

You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze from the corner of your eye. His face was illuminated by the flickering light of the tv, which cast shadows across his strong jawline and high cheekbones. A smalll but cocky smirk played at the corners of his lips as he leaned back against the couch, his shoulders relaxed.

"Uh- what about me?" you asked, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies that fluttered ever so annoyingly in your stomach.

“You don't pretend to be someone you're not." He paused for a moment, turning to face you completely. His eyes narrowing and that smirk growing slightly bigger. "I think that's why I've always been attracted to you."

You felt your heart sink into your chest, not in a bad way but in a holy shit is this real kind of way. You swallowed before shakily responding, “You’re… attracted to me?”

"Yeah," replied, "You’re pretty fucking sexy." He said, and as the words left his lips you felt his hand brush softly against your thigh. “Sometimes I think you wear these short skirts just to drive me crazy.” He continued.

Your eyes fell to his hand which was now planted firmly on your thigh than back up to him. His eyes were dark and intense, and you hoped he couldn’t hear the quickening pace of your heart beating in your chest. “I-I just like skirts I guess.”

"Yeah, sure," Geto said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You just like skirts. Right." You couldn’t quite tell if he was teasing you or not but you couldn’t mull over it for long because suddenly he had leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “I'm not going to lie, I've thought about kissing you a million times. Satoru might kill me but, I just thought you should know.”

He pulled back slightly, giving you a chance to respond. At this point he had to know he was teasing you but you didn’t think he really care. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between his desire and his loyalty to his best friend.

Geto had always had this aura about him, this darker side. It contrasted the goofy carefree demeanor of your step-brother. But it also excited you, had you dangling on a string at every word that was falling out of those perfect lips of his.

“I-uh…guess I thought about it too.” You finally say, averting his gaze.

"Ha. I knew it, saw the way you looked at me," Geto said, a confident air to his tone. "Well then, why don't we stop thinking about it and just do it?" And with that, he wasted no time and leaned in, his lips pressing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss that sent shivers down your spine in every sense of the phrase.

As you kissed him back, his tongue slid against your lips seeking access. Your lips parted, and Geto's tongue gently swept inside. As your tongues danced together his hand moved up your thigh, slowly inching towards your center. You gasped into the kiss, as he found what he was looking for. He rubbed soft circles over your panties. And you closed your legs slightly in response.

“Are you a virgin?” Geto asks pulling away from the kiss with another cocky smirk.

You shyly nod. “Y-yeah.”

Geto sucks in a breath and his eyes lit up. In his head he thinks your step-brother, or rather his best friend, might kill him for this…but he can’t help himself. Not when’s he already got a small taste of you, felt the tiny wet spot on your panties that just the slip of his tongue pulled from you. No, he was going for it. He’d deal with the consequences later.

He leaned in close again, giving your lips a quick peck. “Guess I’ll have to be gentle with you then yeah?” He whispered his lips fully connecting with yours again. He made his way across your jaw, down your neck and you thought it was probably the most erotic moment of your life, up until this point of course.

Getos hand moved up your skirt again, slightly pushing the fabric up to give him better access. “I’m gunna touch you first, has anyone ever touched you before?”

“N-no, just myself…” You admit.

“Oh yeah? I’ll make sure you enjoy it don’t worry.” He says and he leans back against the couch. “Take your clothes off for me can you do that?”

“I- I don’t know.” You say, suddenly feeling extremely hot and extremely shy.

“Come on baby, you’re so beautiful. Wanna see how much prettier you are without all that hiding you away.”

“Uhm…Okay.” You say, his words having his desired affect on you. You begin to take off your clothes. First stepping out of your skirt, than pulling your shirt off over your head and discarding it to the side.

“Keep going baby, already look so fucking sexy.” Geto says , his eyes fixated on every curvature of your body. He reaches out to trace his fingers along the fabric of your panties. “So so fucking sexy.” He says leaning back to watch you finish.

You remove your bra, revealing perfect breasts, nipples erect against the cool air. You took a moment to look at Geto whose eyes were fixated on your body, tracing your form hungrily. Finally, you pulled your panties down past your ankles and discarded them away.

You instinctively covered yourself with your arms but without another word Geto grabbed your hand and pulled you back onto the couch. With a gentle nudge, he pushed you backwards. His eyes traced the outline of your breasts, taking in every detail. They were perfect, just like the rest of you. With a smile, he leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. You moaned softly, arching your back slightly. He moved to the other breast, repeating the action. After a few moments, he lifted his head, looking into your eyes. "Do you like that?" he asked.

“Mmmm. Feels g-good.” You reply, biting your lip as he his dips down to suck and nip at your sensitive buds.

“Good, I’m gunna make you feel really good.” His kisses move from your breasts down your stomach and he stops just above your core. His eyes look up at you, dark and intense and he smirks against your skin when he sees the innocent look of pleasure etched across your face. He kisses down your thighs as he swipes a finger across your clit. You let out a gasp at the sensation.

Geto smiles, knowing that he had you exactly where he wanted you. As he slid a finger inside your tight hole, and then another, he continued his kisses along your thigh. His teeth grazed your skin and you quaked in anticipation as his kisses got closer and closer to your core. “I’m gunna make you cum pretty girl, want you to give it all to me.” He says confidently before his kisses meet your pussy lips. Your hips bucked slightly off the couch as his lips made contact and you shut your eyes focusing on the new pleasure.

He continued to explore your pussy, licking and sucking gently. Each stroke of his tongue brought forth little moans that escaped your lips. Slowly, he moved lower, his tongue delving deeper into your folds, tasting your juices and savoring the sweetness.

His tongue circled your clit, applying gentle pressure as he did so. You couldn’t take much more, your moans began to grow louder and Geto brought a hand up to your mouth, lifting his head momentarily. “Can’t be too loud baby, don’t want Satoru to hear.”

You nod and bit your lip trying to stifle your moans as Geto continued his assault on your clit, alternating between soft circles of his tongue and firm flicks. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, as your free gripped the couch below you. His fingers found his way inside of you again, curling up to massage your sweet spot. Geto groans as he feels you tighten around his fingers, his own body responding to the intense pleasure he's giving you. He continues to lap at your sweet pussy, his tongue flicking against your clit as he brings you to orgasm. You finally come apart beneath him, cumming against his tongue he laps up every last bit.

He comes up to look up at you, before standing up to remove his clothes. He strips himself down to his boxers and you can’t help but admire his broad shoulders and his tight perfectly sculpted abs. "Gunna make me feel good now yeah?”

You nod as he sits back on the couch. “Come here, sit right here…on your knees for me pretty girl.” He spreads his legs a bit and nods his head to the spot on the floor in front of him. You oblige, sitting right on your knees in between his legs.

He reaches down, running a thumb along your cheek. “Take it out. I’ll show you how to touch it.” He says, and you do so, pulling the band of his boxers down and letting his cock spring forward.

Geto's cock was big, and it twitched as he felt your hand wrap around it, his breath hitching in his throat. "That's it," he murmured, his voice rough and hoarse. "Stroke me slowly, baby." He watched as you tentatively moved your hand up and down his shaft, his eyes darkening at the image of you sitting innocent and pretty in front of him.

“Yeah…That's it," he encouraged, “Take your time pretty." He groaned softly, his hips bucking slightly as you continued to stroke him. "Fuck, you see what you do to me? Making me this hard." His words made an unfamiliar heat surge through your body and your brought your hand up to gently rub the tip. "Yeah, like that," he growled, his eyes locked on yours. “Not too fast, it’s a little sensitive at the tip.”

You continue to stroke him, as he guides your movements. “Use your other hand to play with my balls a little. Do it gently.” And you do so, using one hand to stroke him and the other to lightly massage his balls.

Geto's breathing became ragged as you continued to stroke his cock, his hips bucking slightly with each thrust of your hand. His eyes were filled with darkened lust as he watched you kneel before him, his gaze always watching you. "You look so fucking sexy, stroking me like this," he murmured, "I've wanted this for so long." He reached down, gently guiding your head towards his cock. "Take me in your mouth, can you do that?” he whispered, his voice trembling with need. "Make me feel good."

You look up at him, your innocent shy gaze meeting his hungry one. You lean down, giving the tip of his cock a few kitten licks. Truth be told you’re a little intimidated given his size, but you want to do everything in your power to make him feel good. So you finally slowly take him into your mouth.

Getos eyes rolled back in his head as you took him into your mouth, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. "Fuck, yeah," he groaned, “That's it, baby. Use your tongue." He reached down, gently running his fingers through your hair as you began to bob your head up and down his shaft. “Keep going, just like that. Don’t take your eyes off me.”

The sensation of your tongue against his shaft was amazing, and he couldn't help the grunts that escaped him. "So fucking good," he murmured. His voice coming out low and rough. "Gunna make me cum so hard." His cock twitched in your mouth, pre-cum dripping onto your tongue as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He gripped the back of your head, pulling you closer into his lap as he began to thrust his hips up, fucking your mouth. He growls, his eyes locked on yours. "You’re doing so good. Such a good girl, keep going." Geto's cock throbbed in your mouth as you continued to suck him off, his hips bucking wildly. The sensation was overwhelming, and he couldn't help but let out a long, low moan. "Fuck, yeah," he groaned.

He watched you took his cock down your throat, and he couldn’t hold it in much longer. "Fuck…I’m gunna cum…Swallow it all!" His cock twitched one last time in your mouth, and then he let out a long, low moan. His cum suddenly shot out, filling your mouth quickly. It was thick and salty, and you swallowed it all down without hesitation.

Geto pulled out of your mouth, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck," he muttered. "That was amazing." He reached down, gently stroking your cheek. "You did so fucking good, can’t believe you’ve never done that." Then, with a soft smile, he leaned in and kissed you gently on the forehead.

“We should go continue this in your bedroom yeah?” He says pulling you up into his lap.

“We can…yeah.” You say grabbing your clothes and leading him to your room. You knew it was probably better for your first time but now that this all was happening so quick the nerves started to flow through you.

Geto followed you into your room. You climbed into your bed, and he joined you. He hovered over you and as your eyes met he gave you a soft smile. He took his finger to your chin to lift it slightly as he looked into your eyes. “Hey. Pretty girl, don’t be nervous, you want to do this right?”

You smiled back and gave him a nod. “Yeah…I do.” You assured him and with that he leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue exploring your mouth. He let the kiss linger this time, as his hands roamed over your body.

Geto finally broke the kiss, leaning back slightly to look into your eyes. "Ready?" he asked. You nodded. With a grin, he positioned himself between your legs, his cock poised at your entrance. "This might hurt a little bit," he warned, "But I’ll take it slow to minimize the pain." He paused, waiting for you to respond. When you nodded, he slowly pushed forward, his cock sliding into your tight pussy. You gasped, your eyes widening and your nails digging into his back as he entered you slowly.

His lips parted and a low groan escaped him…”Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, “You okay?” You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. Encouraged, he began his thrusts, slowly picking up speed.

He watched your reactions. The sight of you writhing beneath him, drove him admittedly a little wild. He thrust harder, deeper, his rhythm becoming increasingly more urgent.

"Pussy feels so good grippin my cock like that." he groaned, “Startin’ to feel good yeah?”

You nodded, your eyes closed tightly as you tried to focus. Geto grinned, watching your face contort with the pleasure that was slowly overriding the pain. He could tell you were starting to enjoy it which only fueled his need for you. He picked up his pace, his cock sliding in and out of your wet heat faster and faster.

"Want me to fuck you harder?" He asked, his voice low and coarse. You nodded eagerly, your eyes widening with excitement. That was all the encouragement he needed. He grabbed your legs, lifting them up and resting them on his shoulders. The positioning allowing him the tip of his cock to hit your sweet spot repeatedly.

“Pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock.” He says leaning down to capture your lips in another kiss. He bit your bottom lip as he drilled his cock further and further into your wetness. The sensation drove him a bit mad, the way your pussy gripped him so eagerly. “Love the way my cock is stretching you open huh pretty girl?”

“Mmm. Yes…Feels so good Geto, gunna cum.” You moan out and as if on queue he reaches between you his fingers circling your clit. You can’t control yourself much longer and your walls tighten around his cock as you feel orgasm wash over you.

Hearing your cries of pleasure only intensifies his own. He thrust harder, faster, determined to join you in blissful orgasm. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum too!" He groaned, his hips bucking against yourswildly.

And then, with one final thrust, he cums, his cock pulsing inside your wet heat as he releases his seed.

Finally, exhausted, he collapses on the bed beside you. "Goddamn, that was incredible." He reachesover, gently caressing your face. "We should keep doing that but uh…keep this between us for now yeah? Satoru’ll be so pissed."

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neteyamkink · 1 year

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cold neteyam meeting the clan’s sweetheart and having a soft spot for her but tries not to be obvi with it (everyone can lowkey tell though through the little gestures he does) that ends in smut when theyre alone and he wants to corrupt her innocence and reputation👀👀

OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCHHHH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! sorry this took me so long i’m so slow 😭

paring: aged up!neteyam x metkayina reader

warnings: mean neteyam :( (he’s in love though), my first time writing smut in veryyyy long >.<, degrading, use of “slut”, “princess”, “sweetheart, lil corruption kink?, swearing ofc, disgusting smut idfk

At first, you thought it was the new environment making him so distant and rude. Eventually, you started to think it might've been just you, he had no problem talking with anyone else in the clan. Just you. Little did you know the reasoning behind that was that he was in deep denial about his feelings towards you. He hated the way you made him feel so vulnerable and helpless. So he had to hate you, right?

You'd try to reach out to him and try to start a conversation, but he would always turn you down with a, "I'm busy," or, "leave me alone." You couldn't lie it kind of hurt your feelings. everyone loved you, how could he not?

One afternoon most of the young adults and teenagers were hanging around a fire, the sullys and all of your friends included. You sat there crushing up herbs to make spices and listening in on the conversation everyone was having.

"Y/n stop being so quiet," Kumi spoke, you didn't like Kumi very much only because he was a part of ao'nung’s little bully crew.

"I'm busy, I'm listening though," You smiled still trying to be nice to him even though you really just wanted to tell him to fuck off. What can you say though? You were minding your business obviously focused on something else.

"Oh come on since when were you anti-social," Kumi laughs, now he has interrupted the group's conversation and everyone's attention was on you two.

"I'm not, sorry I'll chime in," you quickly said realizing this whole thing was interrupting the group. You hated yourself for apologizing for being busy, but you didn't want to disturb the group and make a big deal out of the whole situation.

"Why are you making her apologize? She's obviously busy dumb ass," Neteyam suddenly chimed in. Your eyes shot up to him, but he was already looking at you. He scrunched up his face and looked away crossing his arms.

"oh no it's okay, neteyam," you scrambled to find the correct words and suddenly your heart was running miles a minute.

"Whatever," he scoffed not bothering to look in your direction. Suddenly your heart felt like it was dropping into your stomach and the frown that was on your face was inescapable.

Later in the day after the fire, you decided you would figure this out. No one is allowed to not like you. Neteyam usually would go into the trees to practice archery late after dinner. Even though he had to learn the ways of these new people he was determined to not forget the ways of his own. How did you know this? Kiri is your new best friend.

Determined to befriend the forest boy you set out into the forest to find him, and of course, he was exactly where Kiri said he would be. You decided to sit back and watch before going up to him. He set up a practice station with a bunch of fruits hanging from trees. You watched him draw back his bow and arrow, His back and arm muscles flexed and his blue skin looked so glossy and smooth under the moonlight. fuck y/n, focus. He released his arrow and it went straight through the fruit and into the tree behind it.

"Impressive," you spoke up slowly walking out of the tree and bushes you were behind. His head snapped in your direction and once he saw who it was he rolled his eyes and took a breath.

"I didn't mean to scare you," you smiled sweetly, attempting to use the charm that had worked on others on him.

"You didn't," he scoffs grabbing an arrow from the group and pulling it through his bow. You thought archery was so cool... and he looked so hot doing it. focus, y/n.

"what are you doing here? how did you find me?" he asks releasing his arrow and landing it perfectly in the middle of the fruit. damn, he's good.

"I came to talk to you about something. Kiri told me where you might be," You spoke stepping a little closer towards him. He didn't look away from his targets.

"I hope you know earlier today was not me defending you. I just don't like kumi," though his tone was even and calm his words were harsh and hurtful. Does he really not like you that much?

"Why are you so mean to me?" You randomly blurted out with a pout formed on your face. Your mouth moved before you could think about what was coming out of it and as soon as the words came out you wanted to shove them right back in. You usually were never this straightforward or harsh with anyone. He turned to you and quirked his brow like he was shocked.

shit was he being too harsh? he thought. He just couldn't stand the way you made him feel. The way the innocent look in your eyes made his insides all tingly. The way that one look made him want to get on top of you and ruin those innocent eyes. fuck those eyes that you're giving him right now. Why do you have to torture him like this?

"Am I really?" he said dropping his bow and taking steps closer and closer toward you. Suddenly your throat was dry and you swallowed the lump in your throat. You took steps back as he got closer, too scared of what you might do if he got any closer. Too scared of what those yellow eyes burning through you might do to you.

"mhm," you hummed, heart racing as if you had just run to the moon and back.

"I can show you mean," he smirked. a gasp left your mouth when your back suddenly bumped into the bark of a tree, he had you cornered. And fuck you don't know what he meant by that but whatever he did you wanted it so badly. He looked as if he was going to eat you alive and my eywa you were begging he would.

"teyam..." you stuttered, putting your hands up to rest on his chest. "Teyam, please," you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were practically begging him to ruin you. your eyes looked up at him through your eyelashes, bottom lip slightly jutted out in a pout. Fuck you drove him crazy.

"Say it," the smirk plastered on his lips makes your knees grow weak and you almost buckle over.

You can speak so you just push his neck down and smash your lips onto his. He wastes no time responding and kissing back. His sweet lips were rough against yours and the only thing you both could think about is why you didn't do this sooner. Everyone saw the tension between you two except for you. In the back of your mind, you knew you had been waiting for this moment.

"jump," he mumbles against your lips. You're quick to follow his instructions and jump, his strong arms catch you his hands have a firm grip cupping your ass. The tree you are pushed up against rubs against your porcelain skin.

"All you do is act so sweet and innocent around the others. I know what you really are," he speaks in between sloppy kisses. His words go straight to your brain and suddenly your head is all fuzzy and wonky. He moves from Your lips down to your neck, and your neck down to your collar bone, and your collar bone down to a little above your breast. then he repeats kissing, sucking, licking.

Your hands tangled in the back of his hair, and his braids felt rough in your hands. Your lips parted slightly to make way for the small hums and moans falling from them.

"need you right now, mk?" neteyam backs away from your neck to speak. you nod without hesitation, fuck you are so ready. The pool between your legs had been forming ever since he backed you into the tree.

"use your words, princess," The nickname darted straight to your pussy.

"yes, I need you," you spoke trying to pull him closer to you. He let out a low groan and reached one hand down to your loincloth, His big hand dragging across your wet slit.

"fuck," you gasped and bit your lip.

"All this for me?" he questions his lips curving into the stupidest grin. You simply nodded and tugged his hair tighter. He circled his finger around your clit a couple of times, making sure to get you nice and wet. small moans escaped from your mouth as you pawed at his loin cloth ready for more. You could feel him painfully hard against your palm.

“need you teyam,” you choked out, practically begging him to fuck you. He stopped his movements around your clit and looked you in the eyes. He was ready too. You looked up at him and batted your eyes, your eyes begged him for something- no… anything more.

“fuck, okay,” he quickly gave in undoing the knot of his loincloth with his free hand and letting it drop to his feet. He grabs his cock and lines it up with your entrance rubbing it up and down your slit. His hands practically shook with excitement.

“you sure?” he asks pausing before he goes any further. Without hesitation, you aggressively nod your head.

“words, ma ‘evenge (my girl),” the nickname drove you crazy causing the pool between your legs to get bigger and bigger.

“yes, teyam please,” you pleaded hands gripping the hair on his neck tighter. Immediately he was bullying his cock through your walls. When he entered you, you both gasped out of pleasure. The feeling of you being filled up makes your head go spinning, and the feeling of your warm walls around Neteyam makes him dizzy.

“oh, my eywa,” you whimper as he slowly pulls out and quickly snaps his hips back into yours. Your head swings back into the tree behind you and he uses both of his hands to cup for ass to support you. Back aching from being forced onto the rough bark behind you.

“Fuck baby,” he groans increasing his pace with every thrust. His nails dug into the plush of your ass and he couldn’t help but bury his head in the crook of your neck. Kissing, sucking, licking, and sometimes sinking his sharp fangs into your collarbone.

“You feel so good,” you whine bucking your hips up at him to meet him halfway, your body was begging for more.

“I need more,” you pleaded pushing his neck closer to you and shoving his body against yours, leaving sloppy kisses all over his shoulder. You needed to be closer to him, you needed to feel every movement he made, hear every breath he took, and kiss every inch you could.

“I know you want it so bad, huh baby?” his voice sounds sympathetic but he’s just being a meanie. His thrusts grow faster and faster, harder and harder. Your eyes roll into the back of your head due to the amount of pure bliss you were in.

“Fuck I been waiting to fuck you for so long. Ruin that pretty little innocent act you put on,” he practically growls into your neck. Your nails dig into his back.

“Please ruin me,” You begged, he scoffed at how needy and pathetic you were for him. He knew you weren’t as innocent as everyone made you out to be, so he was gonna fuck you like you weren’t.

“You’re all mine now,” he smirks against your collarbone as he sucked and bit marking you up so everyone would know he was yours and you were his.

“Say it ma ‘evenge,” he demanded.

“‘m all yours teytey,” you choked out through your moans. The knot in your stomach was growing tighter by the second and any second now you would cum.

“Please can I cum tey?” you begged, scratching up his back and marking him in your own way.

“Admit it, admit you’re a fucking slut,” His stern voice pulsated throughout your whole body sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m a slut,” you manage to choke out through your pants. His thrusts are becoming sloppy but his pace is still quick. You know he’s close.

“who’s slut are you?” He questions biting into your neck, his fangs so deep they feel like they’re going to draw blood.

“yours, teyam. All yours,” you breathe, his breaths quicken with yours and he throws his head back unable to take the pleasure anymore. You have to cum before him.

“cum, princess,” As soon as the word leaves his mouth, your a mess crumbling underneath him. Pleasure takes over your body and causes your head to throw back and your back to arch off the tree. The way your walls tighten around him sent him over. His thrusts became sloppy as his white ropes shot into you.

“I know, baby. I know,” He shushed you as you both came down from your high caressing your face with one of his hands and holding you up with the other.

“everyone’s gonna know you’re mine,” he smirked admiring the attacks he left on your neck.

#avatar #neteyam #neteyam smut #avatar the way of water #fanfic #neteyam x reader

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beyondthesefourwalls · 5 months

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And I Want To Make Her Mine

Summary: Javy thought it was too good to be true when he saw you, the girl he had crushed on for almost a year, standing in the Hard Deck. But there you were, looking just as beautiful as you always had. He thought maybe he’d finally get his chance with you after all this time. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one whose attention you caught.

Pairing: Javy Machado x Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: Language, somewhat suggestive thoughts. The Blonde One™️.

Word Count: 3.9K

Notes: Written for @roosterforme's '80s Rocktober challenge using the song Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield. Sorry it’s so late, Em! But hopefully some Javy content makes up for it.

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Javy stood at the bar, waiting for Penny to bring him the beer that he ordered. He was the first out of his friends to arrive and he figured that there was no point in waiting for them. It had been a long week, and he was ready to unwind for the weekend before doing it all again come Monday. A flash of color caught his eye and he looked over for a moment, only to do a double take and have the wind damn near knocked out of him. He stuttered out your name as shock coursed through his veins. He had to be seeing things, he thought. But then your head turned, and those eyes he remembered so well widened in surprised recognition.

“Oh my God. Javy?!”

“Holy shit,” he breathed, shaking his head to try and clear it. His heart sped up in his chest when you wrapped your arms around him in a tight, but way too brief, embrace. “Hi. What-what are you doing here?”

“I transferred to North Island, I start my new post on Monday morning,” you told him as you pulled away, smiling brightly. “Wait. Are you stationed here?”

“I am,” he said, his smile matching yours.

He couldn’t believe his luck that this was happening right now. You had been an administrative assistant at his last duty station, and he had harbored a crush on you for the year that he had been there. You were always friendly with him, matching his flirting at the same level, and the two of you had even grabbed drinks a few times, albeit with other people in attendance. He had never bucked up the courage to ask you out, but had promised himself he would finally bite the bullet as soon as he got back from his last deployment. He had the whole thing planned - dinner and dancing on the pier - only to never be able to actually follow through after orders of a permanent assignment at Top Gun. He had never expected to see you again, yet now you were here, standing right in front of him.

As Javy quickly scanned your face, he took notice of how you were still just as breathtaking. He couldn't help but let his eyes linger on you for a moment too long. You were wearing a simple pair of jeans and a tank top, the clothing hugging your curves in all the right places. He could feel his cheeks heating and quickly looked back up to meet your eyes.

"Wow, small world," he said with a chuckle. "It's good to see you again."

"It's good to see you too," you replied, your smile never faltering. "It's been what, a year?"

"Too long," he said, feeling a little tongue-tied. He noticed that you didn’t have a drink in your hand just yet and opened his mouth to ask if he could maybe buy you one when a hand clapped roughly onto his shoulder, a familiar head of blonde hair saddling up beside him.

“Well well well, who do we have here?”

Javy turned to see Jake grinning mischievously, his green eyes trained on you. He felt his stomach twist nervously, knowing that look in his best friend’s eye all too well. Begrudgingly, he gave a quick introduction. "She was stationed down in Florida with me, but is transferring here. We were just catching up," he said, trying to steer the conversation back to you and him.

“Nice to meet you," Jake said, flashing you a charming smile. “It’s an absolute sin that you don’t have a drink in your hand, darlin’. You mind if I fix that for you?”

His eyes widened and panic washed over him when he realized what it was Jake was doing. Either his best friend hadn’t recognized that Javy was about to do the same thing or he simply didn’t care. Either way, he was shooting his shot, and much to his own dismay, you were laughing at the line the blonde had served you. He stared at him with a clenched jaw, missing the way you glanced at him first, a moment of silence passing before you agreed to the proposition.

Before he even really knew what was happening, Jake was placing a hand on the small of your back and turning to the bar to order you a drink. At the same time, the rest of his friends arrived, and Javy was dragged into a conversation with Phoenix and Rooster about something that had happened earlier that day. He kept trying to wrap up the conversation without being rude, and when the two fellow aviators finally retreated to the pool table, he breathed a sigh of relief. He turned back to where you and Jake had been leaning against the bar completely intending on reasoning his conversation with you and hopefully nudging his best friend out of the way. But when he laid eyes on you, his heart sank.

You were laughing at something Jake said, your body leaning into his. Your smile was wide and your face happy, and it was so clear that you were enjoying yourself. You brought your hand up to rest against Jake’s bicep as you threw your head back and laughed, and it felt almost like he was being punched in the face.

Instead of interrupting like he had intended, he threw the rest of his drink back and left the bar.

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Javy knew he would only get away with ignoring Jake for so long, and he was proven right first thing Monday morning when he was changing into his uniform after hitting the gym on base before their morning brief.

“Where’d you disappear to on Friday night?”

“Didn’t feel good all of a sudden,” he mumbled in response, and really, he wasn’t technically lying. He still felt sick imagining you with him, and he had spent all weekend moping about it.

“That why you dodged my texts, too?”

“Yup.”

Jake snorted, clearly amused by the answer, and Javy felt a flare of annoyance course through him.

“Well you missed a good night. That girl you introduced me to is something else. Did you know she was from Texas?”

Javy did know that, and he was suddenly incredibly resentful that Jake did, too. It was something that he would have in common with you, and just another reason why he was sure the blonde might be more appealing. From what he remembered, you loved talking about home.

“We were thinking of grabbing dinner this week, you sh-“

Javy slammed his locker shut with more force than intended, the sound of metal clanging echoing in the open room. Jake raised his eyebrows in surprise, but Javy paid him no mind as he finished zipping his flight suit. “Good for you, man. Hope y’all have a great time.”

He checked the blonde’s shoulder on his way out the door, ignoring the call of his name and the “what the fuck” that followed.

When he walked into the briefing room a few minutes later, he stopped short of his seat. You were standing at the front of the room flipping through papers with Admiral Simpson. You glanced up once you handed the senior officer what he needed and met his eyes. Your face lit up and you waved happily. Javy wasn’t able to stop the tug at his lips, even if it was tinged with sadness. He raised his hand to wave back - you really did have the best smile.

Then Jake entered the room behind him, and Javy had to wonder who it was you were directing it to to begin with.

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Javy knew that he was staring. He couldn’t help himself, not when you looked that good. You were sitting at a table in the back of the bar, shamelessly drinking a glass of sparkling wine in a bar that usually only saw beer and whiskey. You wore one of those flowy skirts that fluttered around your calves, a graphic t-shirt tied in a knot above your belly button. Your hair was down and a little wild and your skin seemed to glow under the fluorescent lights. But it was your smile that really drew him in. It was blinding, radiant, and the most beautiful thing he thought he had ever seen.

But it wasn’t aimed in his direction.

No. Instead, you were smiling at his best friend.

He wanted to look away, to stop torturing himself like this, but he couldn’t. It had been a few weeks since you had come to California, and Javy hadn’t gotten used to the sight of Jake beside you. Here, in the cafeteria at work, even walking down the hallway a few times. It was a constant reminder that he had missed his shot.

He knew he had no right to feel this way. After all, he had never made a move on you, never even hinted at his feelings. Jake had been the one to pursue you, and clearly, he had succeeded. Too bad that didn’t stop Javy’s mind from drifting to what could have been. He wondered what it would be like to be the one to make you smile like that, or the one who was allowed to wrap his arm around you and pull you close. He pictured himself leaning in to steal a kiss, to taste the Prosecco on your lips, to feel the warmth of your body against his or whisper something in your ear that made you shiver.

He was drawn to you in a way that he couldn't explain, and he found himself wanting to stay there, watching. But then you threw your head back and laughed at something he couldn’t hear, and he knew he had to snap out of it.

He downed the rest of his beer in one gulp and stood from the stool he had been perched on, not even bothering to say anything to the rest of his friends as he walked back to the bar. Maybe it was time to move on, to let go of this hopeless crush he’d been harboring and focus on finding something new. The best way to start that, he rationalized, was getting another drink.

He put his order in with Penny, smiling kindly when she slid a fresh pint glass across to him. “Thanks, Penny. Put it on my tab?”

“It’s already paid for,” she told him.

“What?”

She nodded behind him as she moved on to the next customer, and the wink she gave him seemed almost like she was in on something that Javy was entirely missing. He turned in the general direction of where she was indiciating, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His eyes met yours almost immediately. You smiled at him brightly as you waved. Despite everything he had just said, that smile aimed in his direction sent his heart racing.

Javy sighed when you started beckoning him over. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he could handle being so close to you with how his thoughts were currently racing. He was surprised when he took note of Jake no longer being beside you, and a quick glance showed him walking in the direction of the dart board where Rooster and Fanboy were standing. It was the first time the blonde hadn’t been at your side when you were in the same vicinity since you had come into town, and he felt like a terrible friend when it made his decision a little bit easier. At the very least, he could thank you for the drink.

He tried to keep his face neutral even as his heart rounded in his chest as he made his way over to your table. "Hey,” he said, forcing a smile and trying to sound casual.

“Hey, Javy,” you grinned, and you sounded genuinely happy to be speaking to him. You patted the seat beside him, telling him to sit. He did so after a moment of hesitation, and being so close to you immediately had him reeling. “Where have you been hiding?”

“Hiding?”

“I’ve barely seen you since I ran into you here! It feels like you’re dodging me,” you laughed as you took a sip of your drink, and Javy felt his face heat. He hadn’t thought he was being obvious in how he was avoiding both you and his best friend as he worked through the emotions he was feeling.

“Sorry,” he said. “I’ve just been….busy.”

“Ah.” You didn’t look like you were buying it, and Javy didn’t blame you. It was a weak excuse, and he had to mentally slap himself for not coming up with something better than that. But you didn’t look mad, either. If anything, to his confusion, maybe the look you gave him was even a little amused.

“Well, I hope you’re not too busy for a round of pool,” you said with a cheeky grin. “I’m itching to beat you.”

Javy couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at your tone. It was one of the things that had always drawn him to you. You were so happy and playful. Still, he glanced over at the dart board before looking back at you. He cleared his throat lightly. “Not darts?”

“No,” you answered simply.

“Teams, then?” He pushed. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was doing it to himself.

You shook your head and he swore you leaned just the slightest bit closer to him. “No teams. Just us. Are you up for the challenge?”

He took a deep breath and thought it over for just a second. The smart thing would be declining and getting up and walking away to save his own feelings. But you were smiling so sweetly at him and from this close, he could smell your sweet perfume, and your skin looked so soft. He took a somewhat shaky breath and took a sip of the drink in his hand, before he let a smirk cross his face.

“I don’t know. You might regret asking me to play against you.”

You laughed so prettily, your hair shaking around you when you threw your head back.

“Is that a threat, Lieutenant Machado?”

It felt so reminiscent of how the two of you used to talk to each other that Javy couldn’t help but lean into it. He shook his head with a smile. “No, just a warning.”

You laughed again and stood up, grabbing your drink and motioning for him to follow you. You sent him a wink that went right through him. “Well, let’s see if you can handle me.”

The words sent a shiver down his spine. He followed you to the pool table, his eyes locked onto your hips as they swayed in front of him, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have them pressed against him. He shook his head, trying to push those thoughts away and focus on the game at hand. You set your drink on the table and grabbed a cue stick, holding it out for him to take.

“You break,” you said, your eyes daring him, but for what he wasn’t really sure. Javy took the stick from you, his fingers brushing yours briefly, sending a jolt of electricity up his arm and straight to his heart.

He took a deep breath and stepped up to the table, positioning himself carefully before taking the shot. The balls scattered across the table, and Javy watched as the white ball sank a solid, followed quickly by a stripe. You clapped your hands together, a wide smile on your face.

“Looks like we have a game on our hands,” you teased, leaning over the table to take your shot. Javy couldn't help but watch the way your body moved as you lined it up, sinking a solid easily in one of the corner pockets.

As the game went on, Javy's focus began to wane. He was too distracted by you, by the way you moved, the sound of your laughter, the warmth of your body when you brushed against him. He found himself wanting to touch you, to feel you closer, to know what it was like. He was getting lost in the way you moved, and how your eyes lit up when you made a particularly good move.

For a while, he could pretend that he had a shot.

“Victory!”

Javy groaned as you yelled out your success once the final ball was sunk. You threw your arms up in triumph, a bright smile on your face as you turned to face him. He couldn’t help but smile at your excitement, even though he had just lost in a somewhat embarrassing fashion.

“That did not go the way I anticipated.”

You laughed at his disgruntlement, the sound ringing like music in his ears. “Thanks for playing with me,” you said, “I had fun.”

“Me too,” Javy replied, smiling softly. “Although I think you might have hustled me a little bit.”

You grinned, shaking your head. “I’m just good at pool.”

Javy chuckled. “You’re good at a lot of things.”

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at him, not saying anything in response. He worried, for a moment, that he had said too much. Silence passed between the two of you. It was like there was something unspoken hanging in the air, something that both of you could sense but neither of you could quite put into words. He swallowed hard, trying to push the feeling aside. He didn't want to ruin the moment, not after how much fun he had just had with you.

Finally, you took a deep breath, and he swore it sounded a little shaky. You grabbed your drink and took a sip, looking at him over the rim of the cup. “I’m glad we did this.”

“Me too,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

But like a physical reminder that all good things have to come to an end, he caught a glimpse of Jake watching you from across the bar. There was a strange look in his best friend’s eye, something that looked almost like excitement, but Javy couldn’t quite decipher what it meant. Still, he could feel the weight of it settling in his stomach.

He cleared his throat, setting his pool cue down to lean against the wall. This time, the smile he sent you was strained. “I should let you get back to Jake.”

To his surprise, a look of confusion crosses over the delicate features on your face. You glance behind you to where the blonde is before looking back at him, your eyebrows furrowed together. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the knot in his stomach. “I know you two have been…spending time together,” he said, and despite how hard he tried, the words tasted sour in his mouth.

“I mean, yeah. But…wait.”

Your pretty eyes widened and you shook your head, your hair shaking as a grin started spreading across your face. Javy felt more confused than he had all night, and for some reason, embarrassment was starting to settle in, too.

“What?”

“Oh gosh. Javy. Me and Jake?”

“I…yes?”

You broke out into a surprise bout of laughter, the sound like bells ringing in his ears. Your hand found his arm and you gave it a squeeze before letting it rest against his bare skin below where his shirt sleeve ended. Your hand felt so soft. He wanted you to keep touching him. "Oh, Javy. No. I thought Jake was kidding when he said that’s why you were probably dodging us left and right.”

The pieces weren’t quite connecting as his mind fought to catch up, having gotten distracted by your touch. He floundered for what you were saying to make sense, but he came up short. “I…am so confused.”

Your laughter peeled off into quiet giggles before quieting all together, and your face softened into something that looked understanding and hopeful at the same time. You took a step closer to him. His breath caught as his heart started to pound in his chest.

“Jake and I are just friends, Javy. That’s all.”

His pulse continued to race as hope set in. He played over every interaction that he had witnessed between the two of you over the last few weeks, realizing that maybe he had been a little blinded by the jealousy he had felt. He knew how Jake flirted and how he acted with women that he was into. Aside from that first night at the Hard Deck when he had introduced you, that intimacy had been absent. Instead, now that he thought about it, it had been a comfortable familiarity, not different from how they interacted with Nat or Halo or Rooster’s girlfriend.

He was starting to feel like an idiot.

“Really?”

“We have a lot in common. We talk about home a lot. But…I’m not into him. Someone else had already caught my eye.”

He swallowed thickly, still not allowing himself to completely believe it. Your fingers still traced light circles on his arm. “Someone else?”

You giggled softly, and then you raised on your toes and leaned in. There was a moment of hesitation, as if you were both waiting for the other to make a move, before you took it upon yourself to close the distance and your lips met his in a soft, tentative kiss. It was featherlight and over before his brain could even register it had happened. You were still smiling at him when you pulled away, your eyes glinting with amusement. You nodded slowly, whispering to him, “Someone else.”

The words sent a jolt of electricity through him, his hand finding its way to the small of your back as he pressed his lips to yours again. Javy’s hands slipped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as the kiss intensified. It was like a spark had been ignited, and suddenly the kiss was deepening, becoming more passionate.

The rest of the bar seemed to fall away as you both lost yourselves in each other. Neither of you heard the excited yell of “finally” come from over at the dart board, completely caught up in the moment. Javy couldn’t believe that this was happening, that he was here with you, kissing you. Finally, indeed.

Finally, the need for air became too much and the two of you pulled apart, gasping for breath. You looked up at him, your eyes filled with a warmth that made his heart skip a beat.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” you admitted, biting your lower lip between perfectly white teeth. Javy’s chest swelled with affection and he leaned in to kiss you again, this time with more certainty. He felt the warm pressure of your lips on his, and the sensation was intoxicating.

“Let me buy you a drink,” he said once he pulled back. He had been wanting to do so for weeks, now, and it seemed it was his own fault that he hadn't, yet.

You brushed your nose against his, nodding. “I’d like that.”

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Notes: I love this man so much. Hope you enjoyed this one as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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vscabarca · 14 days

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heyy!! how you doing? i hope you're ok!! I saw you had your requests open soo what do you think of gavi x brazilian!reader where she's a friend of natalia (raphinha's wife) and meets him at a team's reunion at raphinha's house where he overheard she talking to the other wags saying she's had a crush on him ever since the world cup but he's so embarrassed and shy about it because gorgeous woman knows he exists and likes him so he panics at that and even his friends try to help (after of course teasing him in all ways imaginable) so they end up locked in a spare room in the house and finally talk and he realizes they actually have a lot in common and asks her out and she kisses him. hope you like it!! goodnight or day love!!

brazilian charm - pablo gavi

summary: Brazilian reader meets Gavi again after a year of not seeing each other at Natalia‘s party. What will happen when they are locked up in a room together?

genre: fluff

a/n: such a cute requesttt!!!! thank you sm!

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„Natalia!“ You squealed, happy to see your friend after such a long time. It was Natalia‘s, Raphinha‘s wife’s birthday and as you recently moved here, she gladly invited you. Natalia embraced you in a long hug, swaying back and forth with a drink in her hand.

„I‘m so glad you could make it!“ She grinned and finally let you go. „Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for anything!“

„Come on, let’s introduce you to my friends.“ Natalia swiftly grabbed your hand and led you through the crowd of people, saying hello here and there as you walked by. Not far away were Fermin and Pablo, both comfortably sitting on the couch, observing the scene. The two didn’t see you at first, so you made a mental note to go over to them and say hello after you’ve met Natalia‘s girlfriends. Pablo and you already met each other during the World Cup in Qatar. You travelled alongside Raphina‘s wife, watching the games of the Brazilian National Team and came across the Sevillian midfielder. You hit it off quite well after spending some time together.

„I‘ll go and say hello to Pablo, be right back.“ You informed Natalia and her friends, and walked towards the couch. Pablo finally saw you wander towards him and he couldn’t stop but smile.

„You’re staring hermano.“ Fermin said under his breath as he saw how his friend couldn’t take his eyes off you.

„I am not.“ He fired back but they couldn’t continue bickering as you were standing in front of them.

„Hey guys.“ You politely said and gave each of them a hug. You emerged into light conversation, but it was incredibly awkward between you and Pablo. Both didn’t really know what to say so Fermin was the one leading the conversation.

„What are you doing here? Don’t you live in Rio?“

„I did until a few weeks ago, my model agency is now based in Barcelona.“ You explained, getting surprised looks from the guys.

You were about to ask Pablo about his knee, but Natalia came over, claiming she urgently had to speak with you.

As you were gone again, Fermin‘s attention turned back towards his friend.

„Heard that?“ He nudged his shoulder but Pablo was still looking at you from afar.

„What?“

„She lives here in Barcelona now.“ His eyebrows wiggled up and down, trying to gain some reaction from the midfielder.

„Do you think she’s seeing someone? I mean I wouldn’t be surprised if she was, but-„ That wasn’t even what Fermin had asked, but he already could sense Pablo had a thing for the Brazilian girl. He actually found it funny how Pablo was blabbering about her, so he decided to ask someone who surely knew if she was single or not.

Pablo was too slow to stop his friend from grabbing Raphinha‘s arm.

„Do you know if Y/n has a boyfriend?“

Raphina started laughing, shaking his head.

„I don’t think so. Why? does Pablito still have a crush on her since the World Cup?“

Pablo swiftly turned his head, surprised he knew about his attraction towards you.

„It’s a bit obvious.“ Raphina said and patted his head before walking away again.

In the meantime Natalia dragged you back to her friends, giving you a drink and started with the gossip about relationships and what not.

„As someone as gorgeous as you, you must have a lover right?“ Dayana, Vitor Roque‘s wife, asked you.

You shook your head slightly, feeling your cheeks head up. You were about to respond but Natalia was quick in jumping in.

„She still hopes Pablo will magically ask her out, even though Y/n knows he’s even shyer than her!“ Natalia scolded you, earning roars from her friends.

„Pablo? You mean Pablo Gavi?“ Mikkey asked for confirmation, to which you nodded again.

„How cute!“ Dayana chimed in a bit too loud.

What you didn’t realize to that time, Pablo stood not that far away from you, hearing what was said in these last few minutes. He swiftly turned his head towards Fermin and Pedri who joined the two not too long ago. They were both grinning at their younger friend, nudging him several times. But Pablo was terrified. What was he doing now? You were a gorgeous woman having a crush on a guy who was kicking a football around. His friends noticed the panic in his eyes and were quick to help him.

„See? she likes you too, now go and ask her out.“ Pedri spoke and already wanted to push him towards you but he stopped.

„Yeah no.“

„What no? Yes!“ Fermin interrupted and slapped the back of his head.

„Oye! I don’t even know how to ask a girl out, especially not one who’s as pretty as she is.“ Pablo could be so stubborn and shy sometimes, preventing him from doing things he wanted to do, just like now asking the girl out on a date he liked for over a year.

The party went on with you and him exchanging a few more words but neither did something about their little crushes. You then saw Natalia and Fermin whisper something to each other, but you couldn’t tell what they were on about. Natalia then walked over to you, a smug smile plastered across her face.

„Y/n could you grab me some blankets from our guest room? Fermin and his friends wanted to sit outside but it got a bit too cold. I would do it but I need to check on Gael.“ You were already on your feet, giving Pablo a quick smile before disappearing upstairs to grab the things Natalia asked you for.

In the guest bedroom you searched for these bloody blankets but just couldn’t find them anywhere. The door suddenly opened and Pablo stood in the doorway next to you.

„Gosh Pablo you scared me.“ You exclaimed, clutching your chest and let out a huff. He chuckled, wanting to say more but right then the door closed and the lock turned. Both your heads turned towards the door. Confused, Pablo made his way to the door and tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge.

„These idiots.“ You said with an open mouth, knowing exactly Natalia did that on purpose. Pablo only burst out laughing, throwing his head back.

„That’s why Fermin and Natalia were talking so much together.“ He concluded and sat down onto the bed. You took a seat next to him, leaning back onto your hands.

„Someone has to take away the alcohol they drank.“ You grinned and so did Pablo.

„Anyway, I guess we have to spend the time here until they’ve had enough fun with their plan.“

Pablo plopped down onto the bed and you did the same, turning your head so you were looking at him sideways.

„How have you been after the World Cup? We kinda lost touch.“ You said, feeling your heartbeat increase. He looked beautiful.

„We did.“ his mouth formed into a thin line, probably also not liking how you lost contact after the tournament. „But I‘ve been doing good, except for the knee injury but I‘m feeling much better already. What about you?“

„I‘m doing great, a lot of live changes but I couldn’t be happier here in Barcelona.“ Pablo smiled sweetely and you caught his gaze shifting quickly from your eyes to your lips.

„You look very pretty today, even prettier than I had remembered.“ Your heart fluttered at his words and your mind drifted to the nights you spent sneaking outside the hotel room to meet Pablo to head up to the rooftop and look at the stars.

„You’re very handsome yourself. You’ve always been.“ You complimented back and it seemed like you two scooted closer.

„Now that you’re in Barcelona… is there a chance to take you out on a date?“ You immediately grinned and nodded your head, then leaned in closer.

„May I?“ Pablo whispered, his gaze shifting again from your eyes to your lips. You gave him a quick nod again, your hand already drawing him closer by his neck. The fire in your body intensified as he crashed his lips onto yours, making you sigh contentedly. You never wanted to let him go. Pablo pulled you closer by your waist, kissing you until there was no air left.

As you both broke apart, you broke into little fits of giggles, both still a bit shy from the kiss you just shared.

„Natalia! let us out now!“

#fc barcelona #football one shot #pablo gavi #gavi x reader #pablo gavi x reader #gavi #football x reader #gavi one shot #barça #pedri x reader

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ferrstappen · 1 year

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one having to sit in the other’s lap when space is tight and them both blushing like crazy over it With teammate Max please ❤️

a/n: I’m sorry if it’s too short but I just messaged my crush for the first time and don’t have the guts to check if he answered bc I’m a coward with rejection issues.

this doesn’t look very professional | Max Verstappen blurb

You hated the TikTok.

They should be banned from existence because they carried the existence of community managers, I ever eager marketing people whose ideas always involved getting dirty or things like that. Of course everyone enjoyed the semi formal conversation between Max and Daniel.

But now you wanted to disappear as you noticed only two small couches, one for Christian Horner and the other for you? For Max? It didn’t make any sense, of course this was scheduled and crew knew it was both you and Max.

Max was asking for a new chair or something, trying to use his firm charm that only he knew how to make it work, instead you were serious, lipa on a straight smile because you don’t recall this ever happening when Checo or Daniel were driving.

“Guys, I’m sorry but I have a meeting in fifteen minutes,” Christian checked his Tag Heuer. “Let’s get this done,”

“We can leave it for another day,” Max suggested and everyone, except you, denied his idea.

“We can make it look intentional, you can sit on top of Max’s lap and viewers will think you’re good friends, it’s a win-win,”

Before you could protest, Christian chimed in, saying it was a terrific idea.

Of course Max sat first. His body rigid and weirdly placed his arms on the armrests, making it clear he wasn’t touching you. His stance didn’t change when you sat on his leg, trying your best to not touch him and being almost on his knee, ready to run away

The interview started, you noticed Max’s body relax a little bit against you, which resulted in you very slowly making yourself more comfortable on his leg

But then…

The screen that contained a fan question from twitter was too long and your eyesight wasn’t that good. Forgetting you were sitting on your teammate’s lap, you inclined your body and losing balance.

Your face was ready to meet the ground and it wouldn’t be pretty; there’d be blood and maybe a broken tooth.

But you felt Max’s quick hands holding your waist tightly, very tightly.

Nobody said anything, they didn’t even laugh as your cheeks flushed, and Max’s squirming underneath told you he was just as red, suddenly the room feeling too small.

But his hands didn’t leave your waist for the rest of the interview.

#max verstappen x reader #f1 x you #f1 fic #max verstappen blurb #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen imagine #f1 x reader #max verstappen au #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen one shot #max verstappen x you

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sopiao · 8 months

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OMG HIIIIII ^^

i feel like there’s not enough price love on this app >:( so i wanted to request a reader that moves in across the hall from Price. and gets a little crushy crush on you 😻

LIKE OMG he helps you move in, do all the heavy lifting. such a gentlemen. always there whenever your AC breaks down. he just so happens to run into you in the complex’s laundry room. somehow always awake when you need him.

please ignore this if you want or don’t feel like it!! take care of urself boo!

PLS IVE BEEN SO EXCITED TO DO THIS THE SECOND I FIRST READ IT. honestly such a cute idea :^

anyways- 👀

Price was a very private man, never discussing any deep or emotional issues or feelings with anyone. He hated small talk, always found it awkward or bothersome. He didn’t feel as lonely as he thought he’d be, he liked the peace and the time he has for himself. Yes, he will be polite, but would rather prefer being by himself. But he’d try his best to avoid any interaction without being rude.

That was until he heard talking and a series thuds outside. Price was always very nosy and curious so he looked through the peephole of his door and saw you standing in front of the apartment across from his, it was empty for as long as he’s been there. Boxes were scattered along your feet.

He’s not sure why, but he felt like he should help you. He told himself it was just to make a good first impression of course. He scrambled to find the nearest clean shirt he could find. Coming out to meet you, Price was awkward at first, feeling like it was a bad idea at the last second until he saw your face, a soft and welcoming smile.

“Hi! Sorry about the boxes, I’ll be quick” You chuckle awkwardly, looking at the boxes that took up one side of the hallway. A smile instantly grew on him as he reassured you that it was alright and that it wasn’t a bother.

“You need a hand? I have some free time” He offered, lying, not wanting to seem like an eager creep that’ll snatch a pair of underwear from you while your not looking.

“You sure? I don’t wanna take up any of your time” Of course you were grateful for the offer but didn’t wanna be a bother. He insisted that he helped and that he wouldn’t be late to the nonexistent plans he made up. You didn’t doubt that he couldn’t do it. I mean, just look at him. His arms alone made you drool.

He made sure to make a show of it when he helped you out. Holding a box close against his barrel chest, making sure to subtly flex his arms he knew you were eyeing. Occasionally, you’d sneak a glance of his ass when you would go back out to bring in another box.

Price even helped you bring in all of your furniture from the downstairs lobby to the second floor. Doesn’t sound like much but when your bringing in furniture up and down and up and down— it gets tiring as hell. And fortunately for your case, sweaty.

Right after bringing in the couch, he did 80% of the lifting, you plopped down across it for a little break. Price pulling up the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his neck and face, showing you what you’ve been thinking about since the beginning. He was turned to the side so it didn’t look as obvious that he was showing off for you, but you still got that full view.

—

Price was excited when he heard a knock on his door, even more when he saw you, if he was a dog his tail would be wagging side to side.

“Sorry to bother you again, but do you know how to fix an AC? Or a repair number I can call?” You asked, chuckling nervously, again he pretended that he had free time in between plans he didn’t really have. Plus, it took him away from his heaps of paperwork and got to be in your presence, even if it’s for a short while.

“‘Course. I have some time” Flashing the charming smile you always thought about. Following you into your apartment with a reasonably sized tool box. He couldn’t help but eye how you looked, dressed to try and accommodate the hot weather without a functioning AC. Loose black tank top and grey sweatpants.

“Thank you! I would’ve probably roasted to death if I went one more minute with out it. So sorry to bother you again” You grinned, relief washing over you, the cool air against your boiling skin and sweat woke you instantly.

“No problem at all” He shrugged, putting his tools back in the red metal box, resting his surprisingly soft hand on your shoulder.

“Feel free to call me anytime anything needs fixing” His touch seemed to linger, along with your and his gaze on each other.

—

Price sprang up in a second and came running into your apartment when he heard a scream, the door was unlocked. He found you sitting on your counter with a pan, clearly afraid and scared.

“What?! What happened?!” He yelled, looking around your apartment for an intruder or something, his wooden bat being held over his shoulder, ready to strike.

You stuttered, too scared to reply, even think to form a sentence.

“A spider”

“What- Wait- Seriously?” He let the bat drop to his side, laughing at how seriously afraid your expression was.

“Yes, seriously! It’s huge, John! It’s as big as my hand!” You yell, trying to get to him while he laughs.

“Fine. Where is it?” He smirked. You followed him to your bedroom where the spider was. It really was as big as an atom, he couldn’t even find it until it moved up the wall.

—

When John heard your knock at his door he took no longer than a second, ready to open the door and greet you. Wondering what you’d want at this time of the night. He stopped for a second, realizing that he may be a little too eager. Waiting a couple seconds, like one or two, and opening the door, pretending that he just ended a call.

“Hm?” He tilted his head, forearm resting on the edge of the door as he leaned against it. Somehow you were more charming than the last time he saw you. Looking so excited with a paper towel on your hand with a single treat on it. He pretended he didn’t see it, but was internally hoping it was for him.

“Oh, good. You’re awake” You chime happily, taking the thick brownie and pressing it up to his lips for a bite. Wanting for him to take the test brownie, but being to awkward to ask him normally. He hummed in surprise, accepting the baked good. Placing his hand under his chin to keep it from falling and leaving crumbs.

“So?” You asked a couple seconds later, he’s still chewing. He chuckles at your eagerness, nodding his head as he tried to finish up his bite.

“I- Uhh. Wow. This is—this is good. Mm, really good” He nods, taking another bite of it as he dusted of his hands. Making you delighted that he liked it. He held the last bit of it up to your mouth to take it. Biting it from his hands you looked to the side, nodding to yourself and taking mental notes.

“Good. Good. Needs chocolate chunks, a little too dry” He stares as you just talk to yourself, a soft smile on his face.

“Oh. Caramel! Or is that too thick?” You perk up, snapping your fingers and looking up for confirmation or disapproval.

“Frosting?” He adds cluelessly, knowing nothing of the science of baking.

“Frosting!” Your eyes light up, pointing your finger at the idea.

“Mocha, maybe? Or nuts?” He tried his best to help and contribute to your little brainstorming session. Nodding along with the idea you thank him and walk back to your apartment to tweak the recipe a bit.

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francis-writes · 2 months

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could you write something about Feyd and Rabban competing for reader's affection?

It's a dream scenario... at least until you actually partake in it. None of Harkonnen brothers is willing to give up and they both are able to almost everything to gain advantage.

(By the way, in this scenario they both fell for you, but it would be possible that one seduces you just to piss off the other; it would be more likely that Feyd tries to win over Rabban's crush just to assert his dominance. Or perhaps Rabban tries to take Feyd's partner to get a revenge for Arrakis and also to at least this time not be the second, worse brother)

They are both rather straightforward but still their methods are a bit different.

Feyd would be more subtle and strategic. He would observe and listen to you to find out what you like and to know more about you. All these informations help him to give you things you may like or to randomly mention some facts you told him to prove that he cares. He doesn't hide his intention to seduce you but he's more subtle in his approach. He tries to use his charm and sweet words to convince you to him. He also invites you to watch his fights because he also wants to impress you with his fighting skill (and he would be happy if you enjoyed the murder as much as him). Feyd is likely to send servants to observe you and tell him what you're doing, whom you're meeting and what you're talking about (as i said, he has yandere tendencies). If there's a need, he will try to manipulate you into a relationship.

Not saying that Feyd's methods are much better but Rabban is more honest. Or simply not concerned with subtlety nor formalities. He tries to impress you by showing his strength and bragging about his power. He spoils you with gifts, not necessarily connected with your interests, he rather chooses things representing luxury and wealth he can give you. He may get a bit touchy - nothing too far but Rabban often puts his hand around your waist or on your thigh or he randomly lifts you up to show his strength (i am sorry, me and my friends sometimes lift each other for fun but now i imagined that considering size difference with Rabban it may look like that scene from lion king and it's too funny. I may draw it one day). He also wants to suggest that he can make you happy but uhhh idk if talking about his previous romances (with all intimate details) is a good way to do it.

Their rivalry goes on behind your back as well and it's even more ruthless. They threaten each other both with violence and blackmailing, there's also perhaps a few physical fights.

At one hand, they both often make sure that you aren't alone with the other. At the other hand, you can't spend time with them both at once because of the tension. They try to stay calm and make good impression but sooner or later (usually sooner) there starts a little squabble. They start mentioning each other failures or embarassing memories. After some time Rabban can't control himself and starts yelling, meanwhile Feyd-Rautha looks coldly at him as if he barely holded himself back from murdering Glossu.

By the way, of course Baron would quickly notice this competition but he wouldn’t interfere as long as the situation isn't out of control and as long as brothers' fight for your feelings doesn't disrupts his plans. Moreover, he may even use this occasion to turn them against each other even more and manipulate, perhaps promising help in winning your affection.

No matter which one you choose, the other one is P I S S E D. Probably they won't try again after you rejected them and hurt their pride (unless...?). Rabban will just be bitter and angry seeing you with his brother, he may start avoiding you or lash out when you meet. Feyd-Rautha on the other hand will just claim that you have bad taste and it's your loss, but he still becomes cold and distant. He may plot a way to take a revenge on you.

Also, you can't choose both. Both are pretty possesive and wouldn't share you, especially with each other. And if you don't want any of them? You are fucked. They reconcile temporarily just to get a revenge on you for rejecting them.

#feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd rautha imagine #feyd rautha x reader #rabban harkonnen x reader #rabban harkonnen #beast rabban #beast rabban x reader #dune imagine #dune 2023 #dune part two #harkonnen x reader #house harkonnen

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see-arcane · 1 year

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Lucy and Jonathan

“We met some time ago a man that would just do for you, if you were not already engaged to Jonathan.”

I’ll admit, while it probably wasn’t anything more than an airy throw-in without any real barbs behind it, the inflection on Lucy’s comment followed by the idle advertisement of upcoming character, Dr. John ‘Jack’ Seward, as a higher-up-the-ladder ‘what-if’ prospect, still kind of stung to hear. I know it’ll get sanded back in later chapters because—minor spoilers—context clues will show that Mina, Lucy, and Jonathan have known/been friendly with each other since they were kids, and comments from future letters will show a more mutual regard. So it makes me wonder what the reason for the implied derision was.*

*(Beyond her possibly trying to push Jack in a way that says ‘Nope, No, I Choose Not to See the Crush, No Thank You, Hot Potato.’)

My guess? It’s a bit.

Specifically, a holdover from hers, Mina’s, and Jonathan’s earlier days when all of them had grown into adolescence, social mores started getting hammered in in earnest, and Mina and Jonathan were just starting on their official courtship.

Suddenly, they’re no longer a trio of kids enjoying each other’s company. Now it’s two young ladies—one rich, one poor—and a charming young man—also from a lower class. Considering the period, it would be only too easy for whispers to start flying behind fans and cigars that the young Mr. Harker might consider leveling up his prospects, or that the lovely Miss Westenra, a veritable Victorian Helen of Troy, might idly snatch her low-born friend’s man out from under her nose on a whim. And aren’t they such a pretty picture? Quoting their Shakespeare at each other, so intriguingly close compared to most men and their ladies’ friends…unless there are certain extra friendly circumstances involved, ha ha.

A ribald comment too many from coworkers at Hawkins’ firm and a backhanded compliment or three at the latest spring ball probably shocked Jonathan and Lucy respectively into action. Bonus points if one of the inciting remarks came from some tittering debutante, “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. You two are so alike! Such sweet bonny things, parroting the Bard at each other, prattling merrily about the latest little outing without stopping for breath. Really, Lucy, he would just do for you.”**

**(Some have wondered if Lucy was nudging Jack toward Mina due to certain similar traits they shared. Some morose aspects, intensely focused, interests in modern technology. You’ll see when you meet him. Either way, it’s another parallel to ponder here.)

Cue Mina having to endure her loved ones defending her honor from being dubbed a victim of romantic betrayal in the most vaudeville manner possible. Though she should expect no less from Theatre Nerds 1 and 2.

When they go out, Mina is permanently sandwiched between them as if they’re ducking behind a red-faced shield. Lucy brandishes a parasol to ensure they’re at least the shaft’s length apart; sometimes she’ll even open it to make sure they’re not swayed by looking upon each other, may Heaven forbid such scandalous temptation! Jonathan sits on the bench with them with his hat pulled down over his eyes for safety’s sake. At least a quarter of an hour at the start of each outing is dedicated to a back-and-forth of:

Lucy, nose up so high she’s looking more at the ceiling than him: Mr. Harker.

Jonathan, checking his pocket watch to see how long he must endure this most arduous company: Miss Westenra.

Mina, head in her hands: It’s been months.

Lucy, scoffing: Months of torment in his presence.

Jonathan, scoffing harder: Agony in hers.

Lucy, on a fainting couch: However can you stand him, Mina?

Mina, about to pull her hair out of its pins: You helped him pick out the ring, Lucy.

Jonathan, picture of woe: Tormentedly, of course.

Lucy, nodding: Agonizingly.

In short, Jonathan 🤝 Lucy:

#they think they're so funny #and they are #lucy westenra #re: dracula #dracula daily #dracula #jonathan harker #mina murray #mina harker

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lurkingshan · 15 days

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10 Things I Love About Only Boo!

*kicks down the door* I'm a few weeks late but I have arrived and I am here to yell about this fucking adorable show. Have you heard that it's the cutest shit you've ever seen in a fresh new package of all your favorite silly old romance tropes? Besties, this is truly the Sunday Serotonin we need. Here are the top 10 things I love about it:

The main romance is between a confident sunshine protagonist and a kind older boy working through his grief and an artistic block. Mok (Moo) and Kang are such nice boys, two cinnamon rolls too sweet and pure for this world, and I loved them instantly. They have a nice crackly chemistry between them and really solid communication right from the start.

The setting is rural and refreshing. Moo moves to Nakhom Pathom to attend school for a semester because his mom wants him to focus on his studies before she will allow him to pursue a career as an idol. Little did she know she was delivering him to a cute boy who would become the new distraction.

The crushing and flirting starts immediately, and it's mutual. They just like each other, man. Kang is (slightly) older and trying to be responsible about keeping Moo focused on his studies so he's putting up some token resistance, but it's very very token. They both find excuses to keep seeing each other after they meet.

There's a side couple with a long-term pining friends to lovers arc. The way I squealed when they revealed that photo wall. I support you, Payos, you will get your boo. These two also have a lovely, easy chemistry and seem so comfortable around each other. Their characterization also gets a fun twist in the beginning of the story.

The writing is strong and assured. This was written by the same screenwriting team as Cooking Crush, aka the best written original Thai bl of last season. These folks know their way around a smart romcom. They know how to deploy classic tropes so they feel fresh, build authentic character arcs, and make all the beats of the story feel confident. We are in good hands and don't need to worry about any out of left field conflicts or weird plot turns with this one.

A fresh new cast brings a ton of energy. I really love all four of the main actors for this show. They're young and bright and breathing some new life into an old formula. And both pairs have solid chemistry and seem comfortable in their scenes together.

Some of our old favorites are here too. They've made the smart decision to bolster the young main cast by surrounding them with more experienced seniors like our lady Milk, here playing Kang's friend and neighbor who is all up in his crush on Moo. Louis and Book are also going to show up at some point.

The show incorporates music and dancing in such a charming way. Moo is one of those kids who just has to dance, and the show mines a lot of comedy around his efforts to stifle the impulse as his mom ordered. I don't think he'll hold out for long, though, because Payos and Tae are on him to train with them. And of course the music supervisor is having a great time working in some classic GMMTV music gags (yes, Love Score and Too Cute To Handle both make memorable appearances).

It's a high school story brimming with youthful energy without being mired in immaturity. The tone of this show reminds me of My School President in the best way, in that it has all the sweetness and innocence of a high school romance without making the characters so immature and bad at communication that it's annoying to watch. As expected from the CC writers, these characters may be inexperienced but they are going to talk to each other and honesty will prevail every time.

We are only three episodes in and the romance is already well underway. This is the kind of show where we will see the main pair flirt and date and face obstacles together. The swoony moments started immediately and Moo is already throwing around the faen title. We know from the synopsis that the core conflict will come when Moo is forced to choose between his relationship with Kang and his dream of being an idol, and I expect he will be finding a way around that choice. I'll be strapped in for the ride because I already believe in these two.

#only boo #only boo the series #thai bl #10 things #shan recommends #shan shouts into the void

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d10nsaint · 1 year

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# HEY MICKEY !

-> being with either kim dokja or secretive plotter had its ups and downs—but what is it like before you two got together?

saintspeaks; lmao take this while i work on other stuff <3

KIM DOJKA

Before you were dating DOKJA, it took you a very long time to even notice the poor boy, but one time you ended up sitting next to him on the ride home, and ended up just talking.

Of course, at the start it was majorly uncomfortable for Dokja, but he soon got used to you talking to him about what happened in your usually mundane day.

You soon got really attached to his loser attitude and way of living, and it quickly turned into a small crush. You bought him things every morning, and listened to him rant about some novel while admiring how passionate and cute he looks while he does it.

At this point, Dokja is madly in love with you, but just refuses the thought. Sometimes, he things that you talk to him out of pity, but you dont. You just enjoy him as a whole.

SECRETIVE PLOTTER

Before you married the infamous SECRETIVE PLOTTER, you were a new constellation that Uriel had (somehow) befriended. Uriel invited you to certain meetings with Plotter, Sun Wukong, and the ABFD, and soon you just began to fit in.

You’d decided put in the extra effort to talk to Plotter because of how lonely he was in your eyes. He did find you quite annoying at the start, so he just ignored you, but that didnt work.

So, he tried staying away from you, and you got the message…to say the least.

You looked so sad now, even if you were with the charming Sun Wukong or the sweet Uriel, and he felt guilty for leaving you like that.

He sent you a gift as an apology (it was a very pretty necklace picked by yours truly) and then you both started talking again! great :D

Now he realizes how you werent really that annoying, and he didnt give you the chance that you deserved. Now you both have some sort of friendship dynamic and its wonderful. Even though its just him nodding his head and grunting, it was better than nothing.

He realizes that he’s catching feelings when he notices how possessive he is now. He used to not care when Sun Wukong or some lowly constellation flirted with you, but now it irks him and he wants to put them in their place for trying to take whats his.

You realize that youre catching feelings when you hang on to every gesture from him, a simple nod or grunt will have you thinking it over for hours.

Its a very slow process, but sooner or later you both are deeply in love with each other.

#manhwa #leigetalks #saintspeaks #leigewrites #manhwa x reader #x reader #kim dokja #kim dokja x reader #secretive plotter x reader #secretive plotter #orv #orv kdj #orv spoilers #orv x reader

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Sorry babe but my brain isn’t shutting off… a very original rafe and jj love triangle is plaguing my mind

I’m thinking the midsummers drama is about kook reader

Maybe she’s new to town like family moved to obx cause her dad became partners with ward which gave Rafe easier access to you than jj but how can you not immediately be charmed by him when Sarah brings you around to meet her friends??

- 💓

stop cuz this is where the real fucking tea is. it’s so obvious they both want u and they’re getting fucking jealous of the other… can easily imagine falling for rafe he’s so mean!!! sometimes barely gives u any attention and when he does he’s always like pushing you against a wall and making out with you or like honest to god fingering you in the bathroom w his family and ur family next door. then he pockets ur panties and sends you back out there without them. he’s such a menace but it’s so hard to stay away from him 😣sometimes he’s real sweet n obviously spoils you like crazy!! parades you around his friends, gives you rules to follow which you always do (like no drinking without his permission/talking to strangers etc). rafe is so territorial and possessive so to him you’re his already. however he never made anything official… which is where jj comes in.

it’s like when rafe makes you sad or ignores you for work or business or whatever you just go spend time with sarah, not knowing many people here but getting friendly with her since you’re over at tannyhill a bunch! she takes you out with her friends who are so different than what you expected! n rafe is always warning you about the wrong side of the island and those dirty pogues you need to stay away from.. but they’re not mean at all! they’re nothing like what he said, so sweet and inviting and funny. they’re all nice but jj is the nicest of course.

and jj i mean he’s a player so he can’t help his reaction to a new pretty girl hanging around his friends, getting along with everyone being awfully friendly and sweet for a kook. he thinks you must have a crush on him too, with the way you flounder around in your tiny sundresses and teeny bikinis at the beach. it’s not long before he’s taking you off on early morning surf lessons (and he loves to sleep in, so this means something), ditching smoke seshs with his friends to come sit with you on the beach or something, ignoring the fact that he has 100% seen you hanging round with rafe cameron recently when he’s making out with you and you’re crawling into his lap in the back of the Twinkie.

i so forgot about midsummers!!!!! yes it would be so juicy, seeing you all dolled up in a short dress, obviously you accompany rafe but when he stalks off to go have “serious, proactive conversations” you find jayj and get real tipsy over glasses of champagne with him. rafe sees red and jj is just screaming at him to let you make your own choice. at midsummers there was beef n tension n chasing but they wouldn’t start swinging just yet.

and you, i mean there’s nothing better than having the attention of a boy you really like but TWO. ur probably going crazy but you don’t realize how impacted rafe n jj are, literally butting heads and almost fist fighting everytime they see each other or see you with the other. you’ll be out at lunch with rafe playing footsie under the table, whining because he left you again to do work while he’s trying to apologize when you see jj—and start waving. jj of course comes to the table and gets comfortable, probably eats something off of rafe’s plate. you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and when you get back there’s definitely broken glasses and thrown silverware.

similarly when you’re on the beach with jj, if you see rafes truck pull up you go to say hi, and jj follows behind you, HATING the way rafe’s staring at your practically naked body in a tiny bikini because you are his girl, and he says as much.

“stop being a creep and starin’ at my girl, cameron. go find someone else to bother.” and you look back at jj, smiling all dopey because he just called you his.

“your girl? that’s real funny. she’s my girl, right babe?” and then you look at rafe, face burning with embarrassment. they start bickering back and forth while you stand there looking at both of them and feeling your head spin. this is when they finally start throwing punches, both of them rustling in the sand and ending up with bruises n black eyes.

you’d finally throw in the towel and start crying (typical shea reader insert 🙄) n of course they blame each other but then feel terrible, awkwardly scratching the back of their head while you sob about how i hate fighting!! i don’t wanna fight i love you both why can’t we just be happy together!!

jj n rafe lock eyes. they can clearlyyyyy tell what you need right now to feel better. so obviously they throw you into rafe’s truck, drive to a secluded part of the shore, and take turns fucking you on the bed of his truck <3 lol

#yeahhhhh. um #📮 asks #love u babyyyy u have the best ideas have an amazing night bae🩵😇#💓 anon #rafe cameron #jj maybank

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thefallennightmare · 1 year

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Moment of Weakness-one

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Notes: I'm not too sure how long this series will be so let's just enjoy it!

Tags(open): @splendidreads @sebsgirl71479 @mdpplgtz03 @pattiemac1 @elizacusi-blog

The heels of my boots smacked against the hardwood floor as I hurried around the room, trying to finish my work. The setting sun had blasted its rays through the window, an indication that I had about a half hour left before the work day had ended and I was able to go home.

Even though I would have rather stayed longer, with him.

Part of me thought of going to ask him if he needed me to stay later tonight but that would require me going into his office and talking to him; something I had only done one or twice in the few months of me working here.

Any time he needed something, he would either write a note and leave it on my desk or send me an email. We barely spoke to each other and if we did it was a quick good morning as he was walking in and a goodnight as I was walking out.

He was always right behind me in the morning, both of us usually arriving at the same time but he would always stay much later in the evenings, long after I had gone home.

Being New York’s top mob boss was a full time gig and it kept him busy. Which is why he hired me. When I first applied for the job, I thought I would be the assistant to a C.E.O or something. Needless to say, I had been shocked on my first day when I walked in and noticed who I was actually working for.

His name was the hush gossip around town, his mob gang running the neighborhood I had lived in my whole life. It has been passed down from generation to generation. When he found out that I had lived here and remembered his grandpa running the gang before his father did, I had been hired on the spot.

When I told the people in my life of my new job, they were worried for my safety. They reminded me that I could have gotten a job anywhere in New York, why did I agree to this one?

The pay was perfect, exactly what I needed to get by and then some, but the main reason why I accepted this job was because of him. It would have been a lie if I said I didn’t find him attractive. I had to keep reminding myself, though, that it was just a crush. Nothing more.

Of course, I couldn’t help but worry on how I would be assisting him. But it ended up being the typical mundane tasks any assistant would have. Running errands for him, helping sort his meetings, taking some calls, deterring anyone he didn’t want to see or didn’t have a meeting away. There was only one person who was allowed to walk into his office freely.

Her.

With a soft sigh, I packed up all of my belongings, the clock on the wall striking six in the evening, and the thought of sitting on my couch in my lazy clothes watching trashy television brought a smile to my face.

The door behind my desk clicked open and I felt the warmth radiate from him as he walked out, a charming smile across his soft features.

“Leaving for the night?”

My eyes glanced at him and felt my heart begin to pound in my chest, the vibrations echoing up to my throat.

I nodded. “Unless you need something else from me?”

He shook his head, a smile still plastered over his face. It was almost as if he knew how much his smile made me weak in the knees. The hairs that had been slicked back when he arrived this morning were now a mess on top of his head, no doubt from him running his hand through it. With the light from the lamp on my desk, I could see the few gray hairs that peaked underneath the browns of his beard.

He looked breathtaking.

My eyes darted to his left arm, the black and gold vibranium catching the said before light and I had to force myself to look away, so I didn’t get caught staring.

Except I knew I had because he hid his hand into his jacket pocket.

“No, you go home. Enjoy the rest of the night. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Have a good night Mr. Barnes,” I smiled with a red face at being caught.

“I already told you, Y/N. You can call me Bucky,” he insisted.

I smiled at my boss, James Buchanan Barnes, and while tossing my bag over my shoulder bid him a goodnight with a nod. I could feel his burning gaze on my backside as I walked away.

I hummed a low tune while I typed away at the computer in front of me, the list of emails waiting to be sent. Bucky had made sure that this task was my number one priority today because the monthly meeting with the other two mob gangs that ran the other neighborhood around us was coming up. He wanted to make sure that those leaders knew what was going to be discussed before they would arrive that day.

It had been held here at Bucky’s office for the last handful of years because of his reputation and position in the mob. He was well respected among the other gangs, their own leaders looking up to him. The reason for these meetings were to discuss business, of course, but also to make sure that everyone remembered who was in charge.

A large presence was felt behind me but I didn’t have to look to see who it was. A smile pulled at the corner of my lips but kept my attention on the email I had been typing.

“Need something?” I asked over my shoulder.

The blonde smirked. “I’m just wondering when you’re doing the next coffee run.”

I spun around in my chair, eyes glancing up towards the man. His beard had been a bit fuller since I saw him last week and his long hair was slicked back, his blue eyes shining bright.

“Last time I checked Rogers. I’m not your coffee runner,” I joked while standing to my feet and gave his chest a pat.

The firmness of it did not go unnoticed by me.

Steve chuckled. “It’s Buck. He’s ready for his afternoon coffee with lunch.”

I nodded. “Is he busy or can I pop in to get his order?”

He held up a piece of paper in his hand. “I already got it. Bucky wants me to go with you.”

“Sam usually comes with me,” I raised a brow. “

Steve shrugged with his hands in his pockets. “Figured you could use a change of company.”

I nodded, eagerly to spend some time with him. Steve was not only one of Bucky’s bodyguards but was also his childhood best friend. The two of them grew up together and while I didn’t speak much to Bucky, Steve and I found ourselves talking almost every free chance we could. There had been a few times our conversations had taken a flirtatious route, neither of us correcting it or changing it. What started off as fun was slowly becoming serious which confused the hell out of me.

Admittedly, he was very attractive as well but there was only one man that currently kept my wandering eyes, even if that’s all that it would come too. I wouldn’t allow it to become anything else because of her.

“Bucky does know that I don’t need someone to come with me almost every time I run errands for him, right?” I spoke.

Steve nodded. “He does but it’s company policy.”

I playfully scoffed. “Is that what you think of me, Steve? Company policy?”

There was a flash of something in his eyes and his tongue quickly darted over his lips.

“You really want to know what I think?” Steve’s voice became heavy as he took a step closer.

I met him halfway, chin raised up to him. “Yeah, I really do.”

We stared at each other, gazes burning, and I couldn’t ignore the way my stomach flipped when Steve’s bottom lip got stuck between his teeth and I knew he heard me suck in a breath when he began leaning closer.

Someone clearing their throat caused me to move away from Steve and when I saw who had caught us, my heart sunk.

Bucky stared at the two of us, lips parted in confusion. “Am I interrupting something?”

Steve sighed while shaking his head. “Always had perfect timing, Buck.”

A red blush of embarrassment covered my body and I kept my gaze at my feet while the two friends bickered back and forth. I waited for them to finish so I could make the afternoon coffee run, hoping that the rest of the day went by fast.

“James, you’re not going to believe who I ran into at the shops this morning.”

My head snapped up at the petite voice, eyes watching with jealousy as the woman placed a quick kiss on Bucky’s cheek.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Bucky mused.

Steve nodded with a smile. “Hey Natasha.”

The red head smiled back at Steve. “James keeping you busy?”

“He’s actually letting me leave with Y/N to grab the lunch order,” Steve joked while looking at me.

Natasha's gaze followed and even if her smile said one thing, the look in her eyes said something completely different: annoyance.

“How are you, Y/N?,” she asked.

I gave her my own fake smile. “Good.”

It wasn’t news to anyone that Natasha wasn’t happy about Bucky hiring me, she wanting to be the only girl in the office but as Bucky told her many times, it was his choice and his alone.

“Well, I have to fill you in on my morning,” Natasha returned her attention back to Bucky.

My broken gaze watched as she cupped his cheek to lay a kiss upon his lips, the diamond on her left-hand glimmering in the sunlight.

Steve noticed the way I longed to be in her position, so he gently nudged me. “Ready to go?”

My eyes locked with Bucky’s for a second, a small glimmer mixed with the blue pool of his iris', before I had to force myself to look away once again, now staring at Steve.

“Yep.”

Steve wrapped an arm around my shoulder and nodded a fast goodbye to Natasha and Bucky before leading me away from them.

With our backs to them, I hadn’t seen the look Bucky burned into Steve, who still had his arm nestled on top of my shoulder.

#mob!bucky barnes #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes and reader #mob!bucky barnes x yn #mob!bucky barnes and yn #mob!bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes and reader #sebastian stan #moment of weakness-mob!bucky barnes

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seangelfish · 2 months

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I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR A LONG TIME YEIII amh I could ask for headcanons for bae and kanata with a cute mc fem from the town who just arrived in the city therefore she doesn't know anything about paradox or hiphop or the city in general je but she is open to learning new things uvu that would be all ~ thank you

MEETING A NEWCOMER

Featured characters: Allen Sugasano, Hajun Yeon, Anne Faulkner, Kanata Yatonokami ♡ Tags: Headcanons but also a bulletpoint fic, mutual crush, casual romance, she/her pronouns, not really proofread! Not really sure what to write for Hajun, so I'm sorry if it's not up to standard! ♡ Word count: 1,895 ♡ Synopsis: You, a newcomer, was introduced into a city of hip hop. You didn't quite understand it, but you were eager to learn from the people around you.

You have moved here for university, not knowing what this city was actually known for. You just assumed it was any other ordinary city...

Allen, who was one of your fellow classmates at university was an odd one. He didn't look friendly so you didn't try socialising with him at first, but when you saw how he acted towards his friends, you decided to at least try.

You found out that he was just awkward. He greeted you in return when you introduced yourself, but his eyes started sparkling when you mentioned that you were new to the area. He asked whether you're into hip hop, but if you weren't, he had some recommendations for you to listen to.

"Is hip hop that big here?" you asked him curiously.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed. "There used to be this place called Club Paradox where..."

You listened to him ramble on and on about hip hop and these legends called 'Buraikan' who founded these so-called 'Phantom Lives.'

It was all a little confusing, but it had you intrigued. Because of this, the two of you had exchanged contact info so Allen would be able to send you his recommendations. When you were finished listening to them, you would text him your thoughts. Gradually, you started having a taste for hip hop that in your free time, you'd visit record shops looking for songs that you haven't heard of yet!

Allen was always so appreciative of how willing you were to indulge in his interests — in his life. He wanted to show you more about the city and about hip hop, but he also just wanted to spend more time with you.

"I also produce and write my own songs!" Allen said one day, hoping that would impress you. "Would you like to listen to them?"

"Seriously? That's so cool. Of course, I'd like to listen!"

"Alright, just meet me at the club! I'm performing there as BAE with Anne and Hajun."

"C-Club?"

"Oh, haven't you been to a club before? Then I'll accompany you before our performance starts. It'll be fun!"

Why not? you thought.

Allen picked you up before his performance and showed you around the club. It was an interesting yet fun experience, but what you found kind of weird was how he kept holding your hand throughout it all. You didn't think too much of it though. He was probably doing that in consideration of you, so you wouldn't get lost in the crowd.

"So yeah, that's pretty much the gist of it!" he said. "Will you be okay here? We're starting in ten minutes."

"Yes, I'll be fine," you replied. "I can't wait to see you perform!"

"Alright, see you later, (Y/N)!"

Watching him perform live was amazing. You finally understood why people here liked watching 'Phantom Lives.' They were incredible! You were so drawn into Allen's performance that you couldn't see anything else but him.

"Haha, how was it?" he asked you, panting.

"It was so cool!" you chirped. "And that was the song you wrote too? It was great!"

"Hahaha, thanks, (Y/N)!"

So whatever Allen did with hip hop, you were there too. You became closer to him than before that he no longer was a classmate to you, but someone even more special.

Just like everyone else, you were drawn to Hajun's prince-like charms, but you never dared to speak to him. He was definitely on another level than you, and you didn't want to disturb him with your plain, ordinary presence.

However, fate brought you together when Hajun spoke to you first. He picked up clues that you were new around here and wanted to help you familiarise yourself.

Confused but thankful, you accepted his offer. He was like a tour guide, bringing you in his limo around the city. It was kind of awkward at first, but he eased you into it when he would ask you where you came from and why you decided to move. He was friendly, but you could taste the way he teased you too.

After bringing you to so many places, Hajun had asked you if you knew about hip hop or anything to do with phantom lives. When you denied it, he merely chuckled and said that you should watch him perform. He didn't go further than that, so you had to find out yourself what he meant by it.

BAE was his hip hop group where they performed phantom lives at clubs. You entered by yourself, waiting for the show to begin. Hajun was up there on stage accompanied by Anne and Allen. Their performance was spectacular. The way Hajun rapped was something you didn't expect coming from him, but at the same time, it made perfect sense.

"So you made it," he teased. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"Y-Yes, it was good!" you exclaimed. "Those were the illusions you talked about? They were pretty! How were you able to do that?"

"With my phantometal, of course," he replied, showing you the feather ring on his finger. He let you touch it due to curiosity. "Isn't it cool~?"

"It is!" you giggled. "Can I watch you perform again next time?"

"Haha, sure."

Not only did Hajun help you with familiarising yourself with the city, but with university work too. You should be grateful though because he wasn't doing this for just anyone. However, he was also questioning his actions when he thought about it.

He supposed that he was helping you out so much because he was also in a similar position when he arrived in Japan. He just wanted to make your experience here easy for you.

Plus hanging out with someone cute like you was actually fun. He loved answering whatever questions you threw at him especially those relating to hip hop. He always looked forward to your daily greeting in person and text.

Anne had caught an interest to you almost immediately. Of course, it was because you were cute, but it was also because your outfits were embarrassingly plain. They wondered if you'd allow them to dress you up. So one day in class, they introduced themselves.

Once Anne took in the info that you were new here, they were even more excited to become your friend. They wanted to show you everything! Entertainment, fashion, music, everything you were interested in!

And that's how you were introduced to hip hop too.

Taking in the knowledge of the city from Anne was like homework. They dumped everything on you so quickly that it was hard to grasp, but as they pulled you around the city, it was always so exhilarating.

"Oh, I'm also a part of BAE," they said. "It's the hip hop unit I'm in with Allen and Hajun. We usually perform at clubs, but we're going to be competing in Paradox Live next!"

"P-Paradox Live?" you queried. You knew of phantom lives since Anne mentioned those before, but this was different.

"Yep, it's gonna be huge! We're going up against other hip hop units to win ten billion! You'll come support us, right?"

Of course you were.

But standing in front of Club Paradox was intimidating. Everyone around you looked excited out of their minds, but you were the opposite.

"(Y/N), over here!" called out Anne. As you turned, they linked your arm with theirs and led you inside with Allen and Hajun. "I'm sorry, I'm going to have to leave you here," they continued. "But watch us closely, okay?"

Watching Anne perform that night was thrilling. Even when the rest of the units performed their songs, Anne's performance was something you couldn't shake off. The illusions that they described to you through words could not compare to the real thing.

After that, you would always watch Anne in person whenever they were performing with BAE in Paradox Live; cheering them on and voting for them. Anne would always look for you in the crowd too, happy that you appeared in their life.

Unlike BAE, you didn't meet Kanata at university. You bumped into him on the streets to university. You were lost and that's how you ended up at the slums. He thought you were an idiot, but he helped you out anyway.

You explained that you were new to the city, so you still didn't know your way around. Kanata was disinterested, but when you asked him why hip hop was so prevalent around here, his ears perked up.

He explained everything, but he also mentioned how there's 'real hip hop' and those who desire to make hip hop but fail. You were curious about what he meant by this, so you pressed him further into showing you what 'real hip hop' was.

He was about to refuse. He didn't really want to get close to you to begin with, but seeing that sparkle in your eye made him think otherwise. It also didn't help that you were kind of cute.

"Fine," he breathed. "When do you finish uni? I could show you today."

And so he did. After dropping you off at university, he picked you up straight after you were finished. It was evening by then, so the streets you walked on were crowded with people waiting for a team called 'Cozmez' to perform.

He grabbed your wrist and dragged you into some shady underground business, situating you in a corner where he was sure nobody could disturb you.

"Just stay here," he said. "You'll be okay."

"W-Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm performing."

Before you could say anything else, he grinned. "You'll see what real hip hop is, (Y/N)."

And he was gone. You noticed that he was with someone else too, someone that looked oddly similar to him that you just knew he was his brother. When they were on stage, the crowd cheered louder than before.

That's when Kanata started rapping. You watched him intently, your eyes following his every movement, his every word. The music was loud, but it was exciting.

"So this is a 'phantom live'..." you murmured to yourself as you watched the illusions the twins were creating. "It's beautiful..."

You didn't expect Kanata to come back to you right after performing, but he did, asking you what you thought of it. You caught the slight bit of excitement in his question which also surprised you because even if you had just met him today, you already had his character noted down in the back of your mind. He was rude and aggressive, but he was also kind in a way.

You smiled. "It was awesome! I can't believe this is what I was missing out on!" you replied. "You were amazing, Kanata!"

His cheeks heated up, but you couldn't tell as it was dim. "Thanks," he said casually.

"Eh~ who's this?" asked his twin. "Kanata, I didn't think you were that type of person–"

"I-It's nothing like that!"

Nayuta introduced himself because if his brother was willing enough to bring a random girl to a place like this, he was sure that Kanata was a little interested in you.

"Be good to my brother, okay?" he whispered into your ear teasingly.

From then on, you became close to the Yatonokami twins, but you were even closer to Kanata, the boy who helped you on your first day. He became a lot more patient with you as he introduced you to even more places around the city, familiarising yourself with hip hop and the story behind it. It was always so fun learning more things when it was with Kanata.

And perhaps, Kanata was a little thankful that you got lost in the slums that day too.

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