#how are any of them introverted like this lmao
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Innocent
Pairing: NotInnocent!Matt x Reader
Wordcount: 2.7k +
Summary: Matt was always seen as the innocent triplet. But being quiet doesn’t always mean being innocent. And Matt certainly is not.
Warnings: Smut, fwb, use of y/n, language, semi public (school bathroom), oral m!Receiving, fingering, teasing, edging, pet names, degration & praise, short
(A/N: this was so fun to write lmao. hope you guys like this.)
You’d been teasing Matt all day.
You were friends with benefits, sorta. Well you only hooked up a few times before.
Matt was always the quiet triplet. He was always more shy and reserved, more introverted than his extroverted brothers.
But being an introvert didn’t necessarily mean he was innocent.
But most people confused it as such.
You were in history class. You had group tables of four.
You sat next to Matt, Nick and Chris in front of you guys.
You’d known the triplets ever since freshmen year, and you quickly became close to them.
The group table was all the way in the back.
And when you had gotten bored with history, you drowned out the teachers voice, opting to focus on something else.
You sneaked your hand on Matt’s thigh. He didn’t react at first. Since your love language is touch, he just assumed this was innocent touch.
He quickly realized it wasn’t tho, when your hand started to trail up to his crotch.
“Y/n” he scolds under his breath.
He was giving you a warning glare.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, your words menacing to their core. Nick and Chris’ eyes trail to you two as they also wait to hear Matt’s answer like the noisy fucks they are.
Matt glances at his brothers then Back at the table. “Nothing.”
He says under his breath. He doesn’t see your victorious grin, but he knows it’s there.
Chris and Nick avert their eyes again. Not bothering to think much of it. After all, what bad thing could Matt, out of all people, be doing?
Your hand trails further up his leg, finally meeting his clothed crotch.
He lets out an irritated sigh.
You start to gently palm him through his jeans, your eyes staying locked on the teacher at the front.
nothing about the way you were sitting was suspicious. Nobody was bothering to pay you guys any mind.
You were facing the teacher, all the way at the back of the classroom, your table was positioned in a way where people couldn’t see a thing, and Nick and Chris were shielding you.
You feel Matt become harder under your hand. You hear the way his breathing gets shakier and he closes his eyes a few times trying to keep himself together.
From the way it feels you know he should be at least half-hard by now.
He huffs trying not to groan at the slight stimulation. He grabs your wrist making you stop your movements.
Matt wasn’t going to let you finish him off into his boxers. And especially not in front of his brothers, let alone a whole classroom of people.
Your eyes meet his again, questioning why he stopped you.
To you this was all just fun and games.
He squeezes your wrist warningly.
You were being a brat, and he’d be dammed if he didn’t do anything about it.
Even if Matt seemed innocent because of how introverted and quiet he was, that did not mean that he actually was.
You know from first hand experience that Matt has a good dick, and he knows how to use it.
That one time you were a brat to him, he had made you cock warm him for what felt like hours while he kept doing his homework. And then afterwards he railed you until you were a crying, overstimulated, mess.
You don’t stop though. You start to rub his thigh right under his crotch.
He lets out a frustrated sigh, but eventually finally takes his hand off of your wrist.
You were in school, what was the worst he could do, really?
Fuck you in a locker room or something?
★ ★ ★
After class was finally over, Matt excused you and him from his brothers.
While you two walked he kept you in front of him to hide his bulge.
You got all the way to the highest floor where barely anyone was. After all it was lunch break now and everyone was all the way downstairs in the cafeteria.
He guides you into the men’s bathroom after checking if it’s empty.
All bathrooms in school had multiple stalls in them. Except the ones on the highest floor. It was just two rooms, one for the girls and one for guys, with only one bathroom.
So you stepped in and Matt locked the door behind you.
He closed the toilet seat not even bothering to do anything else before he was unbuckling his belt.
“Knees.” He demands. He was standing in front of the wall. You walk over to him and kneel in front of him.
You look up at him through doe eyes.
You look so innocent like you’ve done nothing wrong. And all he wants to do was fuck that expression off of your face
He finally undoes his jeans and slides them down along with his boxers.
His hard dick springs up eagerly. No need for foreplay, after all you teased him enough already.
You glance down at his length before your eyes meet his again. You try not to look too amused and pleased at the sight but he knows you are.
“Go on y/n, solve the problem you created.”
He huffs still staring down at you, his expression stony.
He was getting pissed off the more he had to wait, he just wanted his dick sucked.
You chuckle. Your manicured hand wraps around his cock, but you don’t do anything yet. Just admiring your nails and the way your hand looks around him.
“Don’t my nails look good? I just got them yesterday.” You say trying to hold back a laugh at his irritated scoff.
He grabs your wrist getting your hand off of him.
“Hands on your knees.” He says dimly and you do as he says.
He gently slaps your face. Enough for it to sting, but not hurt. “Open your mouth.”
You do as he says. And before you realize it, he’s standing up straight again, sliding his dick into your mouth.
He starts to gently thrust into your mouth. You keep your hands on your knees. Every time he retracts you suck and swirl around his dick. Matt thrusts in you hollow out your cheeks just letting him face fuck you.
Matt puts your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He was gently pulling on your hair to hold you in place while he thrusted into your mouth.
Your hands go to his hips as he starts to become rougher. You try hard not to gag too much, tapping his thigh to tell him to stop.
He roughly pulls out of your mouth. You keep your mouth open, sucking in a harsh breath. You close your eyes for a second.
“Christ, chill out, we got the entire lunch break.” You scoff your breath still ragged. You close your mouth pursing your lips as your eyes finally meet his again.
“Oh we do pretty girl.” He huffs. His one hand stays tangled in your hair holding your head up. The back of his other hand going to gently rub over your jaw.
“But you just had to be a slut and tease me.” He huffs, the words coming out in a harsh whisper.
He holds his length with his other hand sliding his tip over your lips. You keep your mouth shut though, not budging.
That is until Matt huffs. He grabs your cheeks squeezing them together making your mouth open slightly.
He slips just the very tip of his length between your lips.
“Come on sweetheart, open up.” He demands and you finally comply.
He pulls on your hair again to keep you in place. Matt starts to thrust into your mouth again, feeling the way you lick around him.
Your muffled moans were sending pleasure through his body, and he was holding back from groaning at the sight.
You, his best friend. His brothers best friend. On your knees for him, your plump lips wrapped around his cock. Choking on it.
“So pretty” he says under his breath before starting to thrust again.
He keeps thrusting in and out of your mouth at a fast pace. Occasionally slipping out fully to let your breathe for a second before going right back.
You were deepthroating him, letting him fuck your throat. You try not to let tears well up in your eyes at the constant hit to the back of your throat.
You listen to him praise and degrade you. While also telling you to not cry, as to not ruin your ‘perfect make up’.
After a while his thrusts get more erratic and uncontrolled. Until you suddenly feel it hit the back of your throat again, this time he stops moving though, the spurts of his release shooting down your throat.
You choke on it slightly, breathing in harshly through your nose.
He soon pulls out with a pop, watching the way your lips look all plump and swollen.
You swallow, some of his release running down your chin.
Matt lets go of your hair, his hands going and grabbing your cheek. He swipes the cum from your chin, pushing his thumb between your lips.
You suck on his finger, swirling your tongue and licking his release off of it like you had done to his cock previously.
“Good girl” Matt whispers. He pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a pop.
You groan under your breath licking your teeth while you keep your mouth closed.
He leans over picking up some paper towels and cleaning himself up, before he pulls his boxers and pants back up. He buckles his belt, while you don’t bother moving.
“Get up.” He demands.
You do as he says standing up on shaky feet. Your legs felt sore from kneeling on the ground.
Matt grabs your arm pulling you to the mirror. You lean against the sink to steady yourself, your ass out for him.
You knew he wasn’t going to fuck you, he’d already pulled his pants back up, but you wanted something.
You whine lowly closing your eyes briefly.
He scoffs a laugh watching how needy you are. He leans over your back, his arms going around you to undo your jeans before he swiftly slides them down.
Your jeans pool at your feet, your pantie covered self on display for him.
You normally wouldn’t wear a thong, but with these tight flare jeans, your ass just looked better in a thong.
“Wearing thongs to school now?” He questions. Matts hand starts to kneed your ass gently, pulling your cheeks apart and watching the way they move back when he lets go.
“Fucking slut” he huffs under his breath.
He squeezes your ass harshly making you hiss at the pain of his hard grip.
His hand trails from your ass to trail over your thong, teasing your covered hole.
You moan under your breath.
To with Matt just puts his other hand over your mouth and pulls your head back slightly.
“Stay quiet y/n/n. You wouldn’t want anyone to hear.” He says leaning over your back and whispering in your ear menacingly.
You stare at him through the mirror, feeling a bit of drool run down your chin.
He grins, a Cheshire like grin. His eyes droopy and sharp.
Your eyes were half lidded, your hair slightly messed up. Your mascara slightly smudged. Your eyes looked lust filled, you felt so overwhelmed by him giving you just the slightest bit of pleasure.
“Pretty girl.” He mumbles leaving a short kiss on your neck. His hand stays firmly on your mouth, his other hand still teasing you.
Until he finally pushes your panties aside and harshly pushes his middle finger in.
You moan at the sudden movement. Your moan gets muffled by his hand, sounding more like a whine.
“Sh.”
He starts to thrust his finger in and out of your tight hole. You were practically aching around him, begging him for more.
“Be quiet baby.”
You let out a shaky sigh at the words trying to keep your whines at a minimum.
Before you notice it he’s slipped his ring finger in too. You don’t realize he had, until he starts to scissor his fingers apart to stretch you even more.
You let out a harsh whine at the way he finger fucks you like that.
Out of instinct you try to let your head fall forward, but since he still has his hand clasped over your mouth that doesn’t work.
You whimper into his hand your eyes closing tightly.
“Keep. Your. Eyes. On. Me.” He emphasizes every word, thrusting his fingers in harshly after every word.
You groan against his hand trying to mumble an agreement. Until Matt makes you shut up. Once again reminding you that you’re in the school bathroom. Your eyes roll back in your head as you try to keep your focus on Matt.
“Shut.”
“Mhm.” You mumble into his hand. your eyes stay on his pale blue ones. He licks his lips and you watch him through the mirror.
You feel the knot in your stomach get even tighter threatening to snap at any time.
You breathe out shakily.
And it seems Matt notices too by the way you clench around his digits.
Suddenly he pulls his fingers out, and takes his hand from your mouth. He takes a full step back, biting back a smirk.
You borderline collapse against the sink, relying on your arms to halfheartedly hold you up. Your lower stomach pressed into the sink.
You breathe harshly. Your eyes closed, feeling yourself ache at the sudden loss of his finger in your cunt.
“Matt.” You groan in annoyance finally picking your head up to look at him through the mirror.
He actually snickers at the sight.
“Clean up.” He shrugs, leaning back and crossing his arms.
You lick your lips. You want to snap at him, but you actually knew he would do this. After all, you had teased him before knowing, he couldn’t do anything about it.
You take in a harsh breath your eyes meeting your own through the mirror. You lean back, standing up more straight feeling your legs shake slightly.
You huff at the sight. Your mascara only slightly smudged since you’re wearing a waterproof one.
Your lips are plump and swollen, a bit of drool running down your chin.
Your eyes are heavy and glassy. You just felt so sexually frustrated.
You lick your semi dry lips and then look back at Matt through the mirror.
“Go on y/n. Either you get yourself off or you clean up.” He shrugs nonchalantly.
Realistically you know that if you were to get yourself off, that Matt would get hard again by just watching you.
But you also knew that you didn’t have enough time to have a whole session right now.
You keep your eyes locked on Matt while you pull your thong back into place and pick up your jeans.
You watch as he can’t hold back his smile anymore, breaking out in a huge grin, closing his eyes briefly and shaking his head slightly in amusement.
He knew you were not satisfied. But he also knew he could’ve finished you off.
You pout dramatically, while you button your jeans again and pull up the zipper.
He chuckles lowly coming up behind you. His arm wraps around your waist. You watch through the mirror as he leans into you kissing your neck and holding you close to himself.
“Sorry, sweet girl.” He says sounding not so sorry.
“I’ll fuck you later. Now wipe that frown off of your face.” He chuckles. And his low laugh makes you smile slightly.
★ ★ ★
You two make it to the cafeteria for the last few minutes of lunch.
When Nick asks where you guys have been, Matt lies fast, saying that you two were in the library.
And everyone believes it.
It wasn’t that Matt was extraordinarily good at lying. He just pretends that he actually had. He wasn’t sweating or nervous or anything. He simply said it like it’s a fact.
And considering most people think that being innocent and introverted are the same thing, nobody questioned it.
Because Matt couldn’t have just gotten sucked off by his girl best friend in the school bathrooms.
After all he is way too innocent for that.
So nobody even bothers to question his reasoning.
Yet you would know better. You know how Matt is far away from innocent though.
You know first hand.
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A/N: tbh i feel like most people always mistake being introverted as being innocent, so that's where the idea for this came from. Also, I’m so sorry if I couldn’t tag you I tried 😭
‼️please don’t copy my work/idea‼️
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I hate how much this is making me laugh
[찾았다 스트레이 키즈] (미공개) 세상을 뒤흔들 스 키즈 머큐리의 예능 랩소디 | Ep.1
#stray kids#yang jeongin#bang chan#seo changbin#han jisung#i.n#chris bang#skipping into the queue#my post#my clip#how are any of them introverted like this lmao#also i love how Chris and Changbin are the only two in tank tops like the iconic look theyre dressed as
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it is so utterly insane to me the way i've had this like fundamental shift in my personality since i started therapy, started medication, and graduated college. i used to be so shy and quiet and awkward. it used to take me years of everyday interaction to begin to feel any sense of real friendship with anyone, and the idea of public speaking or small talk with strangers etc was enough to have me trembling and shaking
and now like. i'm doing public speaking. i'm doing small talk with strangers. at michaels i'm actually having conversations with customers whenever the mood hits because i like actually enjoy talking to people now? even if it's just small talk it's just nice to like, have a nice friendly conversation? if i need to confront someone now, for whatever reason, whether it's to ask a question or to politely ask them not to do something, nowadays i can actually do it, instead of being the living epitome of the coward end of the "he asked for no pickles" meme. now I'M the person saying "he asked for no pickles." i'm the one that my more shy coworkers turn to when the time comes. I'M the person being shoved at the shy coworkers to chat them up and get them to be more outgoing. I'M the one guiding the conversation asking questions and keeping people talking trying to get them to open up. literally never imagined myself like this
#fucking. when i was working at michaels on christmas eve i was there with two managers and a cashier#my fucking STORE MANAGER told ME to make the closing announcement - which we normally dont do but we were#doing it then since it was christmas eve and we were closing 3 hours early#like this GROWN ASS middle aged MAN cannot do public speaking over a loudspeaker so he asked ME to do it#AND I DID IT !!!#like in WHAT world am i the one being tasked with these things? and actually doing well with them?#or at my other job we have a high schooler who's like very. introverted i guess?#she isn't shy like once i talk to her she doesnt have any noticeable signs of discomfort when talking#it's just that like she very rarely initiates conversation#so i'm always the one being like hi so how was your week !! how's school going !! how's your college applications !!#talking to her and shit like I'M the one now responsible for chatting up the shy quiet coworkers#just a year or two ago /I/ was the shy quiet coworker who didnt speak unless spoken to#brot posts#delete soon#anywayz i was telling my therapist about this change in my personality and i literally used the no pickles meme as an analogy#unfortunately she has never seen that meme so it fell flat. LMAO
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It’s totally normal to not be with someone who has different ideas on wanting kids from you. I know people who never mentioned their feelings on kids till after marriage and it destroyed the relationship when it came out that one really wanted kids and the other really really didn’t. I could never be with someone who felt strongly about wanting kids, cause I’d either feel pressured to change my mind or feel bad I was holding them back from something they want
thank u :') its hard bc im like. mostly aromantic and the thought of going out to search for someone who does fit all my ideals is not something i can really picture myself ever doing; i suppose it hurts when one has special feelings that rarely ever happen but they're for someone with whom a lasting future isn't really feasible
#ask#this is tmi sorry it is 1 in the morning lmao#shes a dear friend that ive known for a long long time which is rare for me since im so introverted and adhd that i struggle to make friends#then keep them#idk i believe so deeply that she deserves to end up with someone good who loves her and treats her right#and since ive started seeing her romantically (w romantic feelings on and off) ive since built up the confidence to believe i could do it#but the truth is she really wants to settle down with a white picket fence in the countryside and live a quiet life#im far from opposed to living most parts of her dream but i rlly want to travel and maybe go to grad school abroad and i always. want to#have the Option to flip my whole life upside down at any time even if i doubt i'll ever be brave enough to try#as young adults she and i have both rlly liked working blue collar jobs but i think she mostly wishes she could do them to support something#more stable whereas i always liked that they were fun and temporary and people come and go and you have to fend for yourself#idk people dont rlly see me as a brave or spontaneous person and its not how i see myself#i guess im just a kid who hates the idea of locking my future into place
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don't go breaking my heart // lance stroll
soft moments stolen between wedding and reception
weddings are joyous and festive, but can be stressful for introverts like lance and his wife. so when they were able to steal some moments with each other in the peace of his aston martin between the ceremony and the venue, they know these are the moments they will treasure the most from that day.
pairing: lance stroll x newlywed reader
warnings: just fluff, a minor minor allusion to sex.
author's note: i have no idea why i have written so many wedding things for this man, but i think it's because he is the raw definition of husband material. thank you and good night lmao.
“don’t go breaking my heart…I couldn’t if I tried”
elton john and kiki dee crooned over the speakers as lances aston martin drove through the quebec countryside. it was a quiet night, stars high in the sky as he ran his thumb over his wife’s thigh.
“I love you.” he hummed, daring to look over at the love of his life as he took a corner too fast. “my darling darling wife.”
she smiled, meeting his gaze. “eyes on the road, handsome. you’ve got the rest of your life to stare at me. I love you too.”
the wedding had felt like a blur, maybe because of how wired they both felt. it should have been a smaller ceremony, in all hindsight considered.
it was an odd thing: you want to celebrate your love around all these people, but then the day arrives and suddenly you feel anxious at letting them see you pledge your heart to another.
lance and y/n had always been the quiet, soft couple. the one evoking ‘awe’s and heart eyes from the groups around them. they knew each other like the backs of their hands, better than any track map or textbook.
“enjoy the quiet while it lasts.” she hummed, nimble fingers gently easing the pins for her white lace veil out of her hair. “is it bad that I’m dreading my own reception?”
lance laughed. "nope. because i am, too. i know it's all about us and all that, but i hate being the center of attention. i would have rather had a dinner party."
she snorted. "technically this is really just a rather large dinner party."
"i mean, there's food and wine, you picked a damn good throwback playlist. dinner party." lance shrugged, taking his foot off the gas, headlights illuminating the empty road ahead.
lance had decided to take the scenic route, savoring this moment alone, this little bit of calm before the storm. before the party, the noise, the people.
just him and his wife, falling a little bit more in love with each other every day.
"if scotty throws his back out dancing to 'suicide blonde', i'm not fucking helping." y/n laughed, reaching for the stereo to flip to the offending inxs song. "i still cannot believe that this song was about kylie fucking minogue."
"there's a reason we invested in the mocktail bar."
"you know most of the guys have flasks hidden in their suit jackets, right?"
she would have preferred something low key, but her family had wanted the big party. it wasn't all bad. she got to pick the food (pasta bar, anybody?), the drinks, the decorations, the music. she'd made a throwback playlist of all her favorite happy songs, all the ones that made her feel alive, giddy and in love, ranging from inxs to def leppard to kesha.
she'd waited twenty-five years for this moment, so why was she suddenly getting this bad feeling about going to the party that followed?
the event venue slowly came into view over the distance, the white brick building with it's pillars and vintage charm, the walkway to the door lit up with fairy lights. the small parking lot was already almost full, the rest of the guests waiting inside for the happy couple. lance parked his car furthest from the door, but kept the engine running.
he took her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles. "we can turn around and drive away." he was dead serious when he looked over at her. "i'm serious, we can run and go get burgers and milkshakes and see a movie and then go back to the hotel and not sleep a minute because we are too busy having the goofiest, most romantic sex of our lives. i just want you to be comfortable."
"i know. and that's why i love you so much, lance." she sighed, a smile blooming on her face. "but our friends are in there. our parents are in there. hell, your dad is probably trying to sell my dad on buying a time share villa in biarritz."
lance laughed, leaning over the center console to kiss her forehead. "whenever you want to leave, you just tell me. if you need a minute to yourself, just shoot me a text message and i'll come and find you. or don't, if you just want a walk in total solitude. i'll probably need one of those at some point, too."
"i knew there was a reason i married you." she joked, tilting her head up to press her lips to his. "i love you to the moon and back, lance."
"you wanna go inside?"
"we might as well."
lance took his seatbelt off, shutting off the car and sliding out of the driver's door. her dramatically slid across the hood, earning a laugh from his wife as he skipped towards her door, opening it for her before extending a hand for her to take.
"beautiful girl, love of my life, may i help you out of this shockingly low car?"
she laughed, slipping one of her hands into his warm one. "yes, my beautiful husband. yes, you may."
she stepped out of the car, the hem of her white silk dress dusting the gravel in the parking lot. a breeze ran through the area, making the hair on the backs of her arms stand up.
"love, you're shivering." lance said softly, slipping out of his suit jacket and draping it over her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she put her arms through the sleeves, wrapping her arms fully around her husband. "i love you."
"i love you, too." she took a minute to stand there, her nose in his dress shirt, breathing in his cologne. bath and body works, today. she liked that. something playful and romantic instead of the heavy, stinging designer scents he usually wore.
"we should go inside." he whispered, their bodies swaying together in the silence, her skin warm against his.
"or we could stay out here just a little longer."
and who was he to argue with that?
"you get five more minutes. i'm starting to get hungry and the pasta bar has my name written all over it."
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FLY ME TO THE MOON: THE SEVEN VIRTUES OF GOD
Notes: just some information about the seven virtues.
PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE
Rankings:
The seven virtues consist of seven angels from different triads.
The archangels are Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael/Reader, the virtues of justice, faith, and kindness.
The only dominion angel is Uriel, the virtue of wisdom.
The only seraphim angel is Jophiel, the virtue of beauty.
The only throne angel is Camuel, the virtue of courage.
The only power angel is Azrael, the angel of death.
Most would think the seraphim angels are the most powerful but it's actually the seven virtues who are the most powerful. Strength and power the seven virtues are better as they are in the front lines.
The seraphim angels listen to them.
The seven virtues stayed most of their time on earth, working their separate duties. They watched over the mortals.
Each virtue watches one continent of earth but they do take turns in each continent.
Each virtue has its own personal mansion in heaven.
Personality Dynamics:
The seven virtues think of each other like siblings or best friends at most.
Michael, obviously the older and the leader. Cares for the other six like an older brother does. Cold, serious and takes his role very seriously.
Gabriel, the second oldest. She's like a big sister. Quite a tease too.
Raphael, the third oldest. An introvert, doesn't know how to show affections. She used to but she's currently suffering depression and therefore has trouble understanding her emotions lately but she cares. Very cold and serious when in work mode but awkward and chill during their day off.
Uriel, the same age as Raphael. Very smart, often speaks like a poet or a crackhead and there's no in-between. Total sweetheart and always ready to help. Serious when doing his job.
Jophiel, the same age as Raphael. A flirt, likes teasing others and especially the other virtues. Hides away from responsibilities if he has the chance. If he can't then he would take his job very seriously.
Camuel, the same age as Raphael. Despite being the virtue of courage, he gets scared very easily. Strong though, so he can fight. Got along with the other virtues.
Azrael, the same age as Raphael. A very playful, mischievous, flirty, serious angel. He tends to make fun of others but knows when not to cross the lines. A little sadistic. Always have a smirk on his face, very condescending when in work mode.
The seven virtues both have work and relax mode. When working they are downright terrifyingly serious. But when they don't have any work then they are quite chill.
Michael barely gets any sleep. Functions with coffee 24/7.
Raphael barely has any motivation to do anything.
All seven virtues have sass in their tongues.
Uriel does dad jokes or corny jokes.
Jophiel the victim to listen to those jokes.
All seven of them are tired as fuck, very overworked lmao.
Michael and Azrael often argue cuz the reaper teases Michael. Tend to end up in a fight.
Gabriel tries to break it off and accidentally gets included in the fight.
Camuel the one who actually breaks it off.
Raphael is just there, already used to it.
Jophiel and Uriel watching the fight while eating popcorn, making bets.
Work:
Michael watches over the fairness and equality of earth. Keeping track of mortals' deeds.
Gabriel watches over the faiths of humans, offering guidance to mortals. She's the one who sends mortals' prayers to god.
Raphael watches over the sick and healthy. Providing health to the people who needed it.
Uriel watches over the people and keeps track of the progress made by humans.
Jophiel watches over nature and the non humans, making sure equality is present in all of god's creation.
Camuel watches over the people, providing protection.
Azrael the reaper of souls, guides souls to their destination in the afterlife. Updates the book of life that St. Peter uses so he'll know if there's a new soul that would arrive in heaven.
Day Off Dynamics:
Stays in heaven to recharge.
Often have sleepovers.
Gets very chaotic as they often have nights where they go out for drinks.
Game nights are nights of betrayal.
Michael sucks at uno.
Azrael kept on winning.
Loser does the winner's paperworks.
Gossips. Lots of gossips.
Whether it's heavenly tea or mortal ones.
Michael to Azrael during uno: “Right hand on the bible, god can strike me down if I'm lying. The mf is cheating!”
Yes, they swear.
Only when it's just the seven of them in the room.
Probably hibernates for two whole days.
Other fun facts:
Azrael has two floating or flying eye pets, he can use it to eavesdrop in heaven when he's on earth. It serves as his second pair of eyes. He's always watching.
Michael wields a sword.
Gabriel uses a book as she's more of a mage type of angel.
Raphael uses a sword.
Uriel uses a sword.
Jophiel uses a book to conjure spells.
Camuel uses a bow and arrow.
Azrael uses a staff that transforms into a scythe.
Jophiel accidentally turned himself a frog once and had to attend a virtues meeting in frog form. The others never let him forget.
Uriel drinks more wine than water.
The only girls in the seven virtues are Gabriel and Raphael.
[Y/n] is often rolled into a burrito by the others if she's depressed.
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𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾?
pile 1 -- > pile 2
pile 3 -- > pile 4
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Hi! I'm Star⭐️ This is my first tarot reading on here so please be nice and let me know if the message resonates with you. Remember to take what resonates and leave what doesn't. If you have a hard time picking a pile, try meditating on it and pick the card that calls to you the most.
Pile 1
Cards: King of Pentacles, Two of Swords, Queen of Swords rx, Ace of Wands, Three of Pentacles rx, The World rx, Seven of Swords, The Sun
Back of the deck: The Hermit rx
I am getting that your future spouse will love your extroverted nature. If you aren't an extrovert, I feel like you might be the kinda of introvert that really opens up to the people that you are close to. I am getting that your fs loves how you can light up any room you walk in. Your fs adores your smile, they see it as brightest most beautiful smile ever. I am getting the thought that you are the sun to this person's moon. Pile 1 you are so cute! Your fs sees you as innocent and adorable. Your fs thinks you look like a cute bunny with the energy of a hyperactive puppy. Your fs loves how independent and strong you are. I feel like your fs knows they can rely on you. You know how to deal with haters and know when to walk away from bad situations and your fs really admires that about you. Like I am getting the imagery of you girl bossing (regardless of your gender, anyone can girl boss lol) and your fs watching in awe with hearts in their eyes. Your fs loves how you seem fearless and strong. I am getting that you have an addicting or unique laugh which gives your fs serious butterflies. I feel like your fs is a very reserved or shy person and it can be hard for them to express themselves but they feel like they can be themselves around and act more free and silly. You might also be shorter then them and they really like the height difference. Your fs also loves how determined you are to make your dreams a reality. You could be an artist just trying to make a career in something more creative. Your fs is your biggest fan and love watching you succeed in your goals and dreams. I am getting that you haven't met your fs yet or they love how you are always ready to try something new and introduce them to new things.
Advice cards:
The universe supports your stance and decision
Bring something new into your life
The key is the application, Practice!
Reflect on your blessings
It is time to take appropriate action
Practice the pause
Channeled Songs:
Pile 2
Cards: Seven of wands, Nine of Cups rx, Six of Pentacles rx, Strength, Three of Cups rx, The Moon, The High Priestess, Temperance
Back of the deck: Page of Wands rx
Your fs is absolutely enchanted by you. I am getting the phrase I've got you under my spell. You make your fs nervous in the best way possible. Just shuffling the cards I could feel how your fs's heart races as you make eye contact with them. I feel like you have dreamy but sharp eyes. I am getting if looks could kill lol. You have a very mysterious aura that people just wanna get to know. You could be a witch or like to wear dark clothes. Your fs loves how classy and clean you look. I just heard they like the way you smell haha. You might have a resting bitch face. Similar to Pile 1, I feel like your future spouse will love how independent you are but unlike pile 1 you give off more of a lone wolf vibe. Pile 2 your fs is an absolute simp. I am just seeing them drooling over you and willing to do anything you ask. Gosh darn it Pile 2 your fs sees you as sexy af. I keep hearing step on me lmao. Your fs doesn't just love your looks, they also find your mind very sexy. You are very intelligent and wise and your fs loves to listen to you speak your mind and talk about your interests. They love to see the passion in your eyes as you do the things you like to do and put your all into your work. Your fs loves when you can be vulnerable with them and share your struggles with them cause all they wanna do is help you. Their love language is most likely acts of service. Your fs loves your unwavering confidence in everything you do and the mystery of never knowing what's next with you.
Advice cards:
Put your tasks and goals in order
The conditions are primed. Yes it can happen and if you believe, it will!
Release all attachments that don't serve you
Get clear about what you want
Your acts of love, kindness, and unlimited forgiveness bestow grace upon you
Align your body, mind, and spirit with your heart
Channeled Songs:
Pile 3
Cards: Knight of Wands rx, Page of Pentacles, Seven of Cups, Ten of Wands, The Sun, Five of Cups, Eight of Swords rx, Knight of Pentacles rx
Back of the deck: Ace of Pentacles
Your fs loves how hardworking you are. They admire sparkle in your aura as you put your all into what you are passionate about. I am getting that they love watching you believe in yourself and push to achieve your goals. It's giving the energy of someone that has their whole future planned out in front of them. I heard you are the person of my dreams. You are the Amy Santiago to this person's Jake Peralta (some of you may be Brooklyn 99 fans). I am getting that your fs just loves being in your presence. Your fs loves your sense of humor and they feel like they could joke around with you for hours. Your fs loves how free you are. They aren't the kinda of person to hold you down and prevent you from doing what you are passionate about. Your fs love the way you communicate and express yourself. I am getting that your fs may have been raised in an environment where the communication was really unhealthy and hard to speak your mind. I feel like you will help them learn what healthy communication is and they are really thankful to have you in their life. Your fs will love the quality time that they spend with you just being yourselves. I feel like your fs may like to slow dance with and feel close to you. You look like you came out of a victorian painting to you fs. They see you as very angelic. I keep seeing rosy cheeks so you could have very rosy cheeks or they just can't help but blush in your presence. I am getting that they can see themselves starting a family with you. They can see you growing old together. Overall, your fs love your partner in crime dynamic and love how you are their other half.
Advice cards:
Hold your life from a sacred viewpoint, Witness the universal picture
Get clear about what you want
It is important to understand and value your own energy
Give yourself your own approval
Create a plan and take the first step
No better time to exists than right now
Spend some time in stillness to reflect
Channeled Songs:
Pile 4
Cards: Six of Wands, Four of Swords rx, Ace of Pentacles, Six of Pentacles rx, Ten of Cups, Three of Swords rx, The Hermit rx, King of Cups
Back of the deck: Queen of Swords
I am getting soulmate vibes for this pile. Your fs feels like they won the lottery getting you. They love how you live rent free in their head. This person may have dreams about you or even have daydreams of you before they even meet you. I feel like your fs may have had a crush on you for a while now. You could have gone to school with them. Your fs loves that you are very eye-catching. They love your fashion. Kinda random but I am getting some of you might be associated with jazz. Some of you may smoke which isn't for everyone but if you do they find it very attractive. Your fs wants to be your knight. You might like to play video games and your fs loves to play with you and get lost in the game for hours. You are the Zelda to their Link. Your fs loves to prove their love for you everyday in the small things they do for you. I feel like your person may have been through a lot of heartbreak but you taught them what real love is and could feel as the more time they spent with you, the more their heart started to mend together again. They feel like they were born to love (ugh so cute). I heard my heart belongs to you and time stops when I am with you. Oh my gosh pile 4 your fs is such a poet. They might write songs about how they feel about you and it is all they cutest cheesy lyrics you have ever read and love it cause you know all of their words comes straight from their heart. Your fs loves how you open up to them and be yourself around them.
Advice cards:
You can if you think and believe you can
In harmony your inner self, you are free to do or be whatever you choose
You may need to take a break from the situation or simply take a rest
You are greater than your story
Pay attention to your breathing, It is reflecting your life
Look closely at what is going on around you
Channeled Songs:
Thank you for tuning in ₊‧.°.⋆🫧•˚₊‧⋆.
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Blue Eye Samurai characters as animals
First of all, let me just reassert my dog Taigen agenda.
Like I keep talking about it but this man really growls and barks like a dog, and yaps and follows Mizu around like a puppy.
I don't know much about dog breeds but my first thought was German Shepherd for Taigen. Typical guard dog you know? Fierce, aggressive, loyal, and very disciplined when trained.
Or maybe he'd be an Akita? Since that's a Japanese dog breed, and they're also large and powerful. They're quite similar to German Shepherds, not only in appearance, but they're also good as guard dogs and hunting dogs, though they're less predictable and not as family-friendly.
Also in Japanese folklore, dogs tend to be seen as auspicious guides and protectors that have the power to resist evil spirits and demons. Dog statues are often placed at city gates to ward off thieves and robbers. Ties back to guard dog behaviour lmao, and brings to mind how the Shogun praised Taigen's loyalty and specifically requested that Taigen be one of the people guarding him at his side.
Okay next, moving on, let's talk about cat Mizu, which I've also talked about before, but okay. Just look at this.
Neko Mizu my beloved.....!!! Scrunkly and scrungy. Graceful predators, introverted and mysterious, but feisty, unassuming little creatures of chaos. WILL scratch you without hesitation.
Also I think she'd specifically be a black cat, because of the prejudice towards black cats as "unlucky." Similar to how Mizu is discriminated against as people believe she's a "monster."
It's also interesting to note that cats have several different forms within Japanese folklore, from the deadly and malevolent nekomata, to shapeshifting bakeneko, to the waving figurine of the maneki-neko placed in shops to bring in prosperity. Some theorise that the diverse range of folklore stories regarding cats is related to how the species is not indigenous to Japan, which is also interesting when you recall that Mizu is mixed race.
I feel that she could honestly be any domestic black cat, but if I had to choose a specific breed, then I think she'd suit a Bombay. Very glossy black coats. Muscular but lean. Very panther-like. Only thing is that Bombays are known for their special copper eyes, but the fact that eye colour is a notable thing about their breed is also a very interesting parallel.
And I know I said in my previous post (linked above) that Ringo is the exhausted but loving caretaker of the two of them, but Ringo has an animal form too! He's a tanuki, also known as Japanese raccoon dogs! In folklore, they're silly little guys, happy and mischievous, a little absent-minded and goofy, but they're shapeshifting masters of disguise.
Also, in canon, Ringo literally lived with a family of tanuki during winter at some point in his life! He talks about this when he meets Mizu in the first episode. Image below is a concept of a deleted scene, courtesy of Brian Kesinger, the show's head of story.
Next, Akemi. Now, I know she has all that bird symbolism going on, but Mizu also had horse symbolism (due to her connection with her horse Kai). So, personality and design-wise, I don't think the symbolism has to necessarily match up. And with that said, I would like to propose another idea: I think Akemi is more like a fox!
Like I'm convinced she is in fact a beautiful kitsune in disguise. Because kitsunes in Japanese folklore are known to shapeshift into beautiful women, and are very elegant, cunning and intelligent, which seems a lot like Akemi to me!
So yeah that's it. They're a bunch of cute animals. The end.
#blue eye samurai#mizu blue eye samurai#taigen blue eye samurai#ringo blue eye samurai#akemi blue eye samurai#there should be a tag for all 4 of them like as a squad or a found family ykwim#i cant think of a name for that rn though please reply or put in the tags if yall have ideas for that#more silly posts from me as i procrastinate wheeeeee#fandom.rtf#shut up haydar
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I don’t know bout you but I’m introverted af. How would the jjk dudes treat an introverted and shy partner? 😊
AHH I love this request!! though, I will say I also have extreme social anxiety and I think that may have bled through so keep that in mind!
Now Presenting...
Starring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, and Ryomen Sukuna
Satoru Gojo
Gojo is going to be a hard one to deal with if you’re an introvert, I’m not gonna lie homies
He is extremely extroverted and loves to be around people.
He actually kinda has to be around people, least he lose his frickin mind
But, he does try to do better and pick up on your nonverbal cues
If you guys are out and he notices you getting overwhelmed, he tries to separate you from the situation
And while he loves hang outs, kick backs, nights out ect, he also loves just hanging out with you at home, quietly watching you play games or read together
I will say he does fall into the trap of finding your shyness cute.
Your flustered body language as you try to hide yourself away in social situations, He finds it cute!
And I honestly think he has a little bit of a hard time understanding your discomfort being around friends.
I mean, think about it. He’s a lonely guy with not a lot of friends. Gojo loves to attend social gatherings and hang outs, because they make him less lonely.
Why would anyone want to be lonely?
I also think he would have a pretty hard time giving you space ngl
Like, you just want to read alone but he wants to be right next to you.
So, you have to be blunt with no room for misinterpretation when you need space. Just like real life!
I don’t think it would hurt his feelings, don’t worry. He’d be happy you can be so honest with him
He does try to adapt to you and your needs, but ya gotta give him some time
Suguru Geto
BESTIES, HE RUNS A CULT IDK WHAT YA WANT ME TO TELL YA
As an introvert who loves loves loves Suguru, don’t date him if you’re an introvert LMAO
He’s always got people in and around his house and all of them want to talk to him. It’s his “Family”
He may even be a little bit upset with you for wanting space from his family
They don’t mean you any harm, they love you! Why do you hate and avoid them?
I think he would “try” To “Help you adapt.”
By that I mean when you start to get overwhelmed, he pushes you past your boundaries to keep hanging out with them.
He would give you a drink to “help you nerves” 1000%
I just feel like being an introvert and dating him would leave you overstimulated all the time.
Not related (But it feels very related) he sees no problem in using the overhead lights and does so liberally. I mean that derogatorily.
Your best bet at getting some space is sneaking away while the others are deep in conversation
If you’re an introvert please stay far away from this man. I'm so serious. For your own safety stay clear
Now, that being said, I do think you can get some quiet time by agreeing to read with him.
But that’s it other than that you’re screwed.
Good luck soldier.
Kento Nanami
HIM TOO BESTIE HIM TOO
He completely understands because he is the exact same way
He's extremely sensitive to your needs and when you start to feel overwhelmed
And as such, he's really good about getting you away from the situation and to a safe place where you can calm down
He understands space better than any of the other guys because he needs it sometimes too
You guys work because both of you hate everyone else
Ok, that's a bit of an exaggeration but there's truth to it!
One of his favorite fate nights is just sitting with you reading together
Unlike Gojo, he doesn't see your signs of distress as cute. He sees them for what the are: signs if distress
Thankfully, he's never opposed to leaving any social gathering early to get you home to recharge your battery
Honestly he probably needs a recharge too
And don't worry, he's not going to ask you to go anywhere else for at least a little while
Honestly, he's the objective best bet for any introvert
He's understanding and gentle about the situation
All he asks is that you do the same for him
Ryomen Sukuna
Ok, here me out on this one. Sukuna loves that you're an introvert
….because it means he has an easier time keeping you to himself
What, you didn't think this would come without a catch, did ya?
I've touched on this before but I think Sukuna is really in touch with his SO’s needs, so he picks up on it the moment you start to get overwhelmed
And his version of helping you re-regulate is to just taking you home because he didn’t want to be round people anyway
Honestly, I feel like he may be an introvert too
But not in a “People can drain me” Sometimes way but in more of a “I fucking hate people” way
He’d make fun of you for it too just fyi
“What? Can’t handle a few humans? Pathetic.”
If someone comes looking for you to hang out he’s real quick to be like “Sorry, her battery is dead today.”
Even when it’s not
Does not understand personal time at all.
Ask him to leave you alone all you want, he’s going to be at least in the same room as you.
Probably pouting because you don’t want to be near him
Have I mentioned yet that Sukuna is a nightmare?
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk headcanons#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#satoru gojo#gojo headcannons#gojo x reader#gojo x reader fluff#satoru gojo x reader#suguru geto#geto x reader#geto headcanons#nanami kento#nanami x reader#nanami headcanons#nanami kento headcanons#nanami fluff#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna headcanons#sukuna hcs
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Room With A View: Part One
Plot: Your excited when you finally move into your new apartment, but it quickly becomes awkward when you find that your apartment balcony looks directly into your neighbor's
-Part Two-
Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Gn!Reader
-Meet-Cute Series-
A/n: I really should have thought of a plot before starting this, but I didn't lmao. So it just happened as I wrote it. This fic has some jumps, it's kind of moments in time before the actual meeting at the end. There will be a part two!
Words: 2.4k
You let out a content breath as you finished unpacking another box. Your apartment was coming together nicely and you finally started to feel at ease in your new space. You were ready to live on your own again, no longer having to deal with roommates or family.
Sliding open the balcony door, you stepped out and took in a breath of the fresh air.
Walking to the railing, you leaned on it and looked down at the path below. You couldn't get an apartment with a view of the nearby park, and instead were facing other apartments, but you were desperate, so anything would do for now.
Hearing another door slide open, you looked up and felt your body freeze. On the apartment balcony across from you, a man around your age stepped out, his eyes caught on you at the same time you spotted him.
Your eyes locked as you both stopped in an awkward standstill. He obviously was not expecting you to be there.
Your immediate first though was about how attractive he was. Your second thought was about how weird he might think you were for staring at him. Then again, he as staring at you as well.
Suddenly coming to his senses, he smiled awkwardly and bowed in greeting before he grabbed a cup off his balcony table and went back inside.
You almost laughed at the encounter, but instead just went back inside, hoping you hadn't scared your neighbor off of his own balcony.
Yeosang peaked out of his window just in time to see your balcony door close. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh as he shook his head. Could he have made that any more awkward?
You caught him off guard, he had no idea anyone rented the apartment across from him, so the last thing he expected was to step outside with his post-nap hair and pajamas and see an attractive stranger looking at him. He panicked and now he wondered if you thought he was weird. Sighing, he shook his head, hoping if he saw you again, it wouldn't be so awkward.
The next morning, Yeosang had forgotten about the encounter entirely, until, as he passed his balcony door, he spotted movement across the way. Peaking out, he saw you sitting down at a small table on your balcony, laptop open in front of you as you sipped what he assumed was coffee.
Yeosang didn't realize how long he had been staring, as his heart seemed to flutter in his chest as he watched you. He had noticed that you were attractive the previous day, but as he watched you now, he found you even more so.
Finally realizing that he had been staring for what was probably an inappropriate amount of time, he shook his head at himself and walked away.
Seeing movement out of the corner of your eye you looked up, expecting to see your new neighbor, but he wasn't there. Maybe he had just passed by his door.
You wondered if he would ever come out onto his balcony again. Maybe he was so introverted you officially made him decide to avoid his balcony. You frowned a bit at the thought, wondering what he was like, and hoping he would appear again at some point.
A few days had passed since you settled into your apartment. You had unpacked almost all of your boxes, and even set out some plants on your balcony.
Heading outside to water them, you were smiling to yourself as you approached your balcony railing, where you had installed a plant box.
"Okay, who's first?" You asked out loud before you began watering the plants, a smile plastered on your face.
After running the water over them, you glanced up and froze. Your neighbor was sitting on his balcony, phone in hand, looking over at you.
Had he been there the whole time? Did he hear you talking to your plants?
You felt your ears grow hot as you smiled and nodded your head "Hello" you said, unsure if he would hear you at all.
As he smiled softly and nodded his head in return you smiled shyly before you turned away, watering a separate plant in the corner. You took in a deep breath as you reaffirmed that he was in fact, very attractive.
Before heading back inside, you glanced back towards him, seeing his head quickly return to his laptop screen. Had he been watching you? Smiling to yourself as your heart beat rapidly, you went back inside before peaking out again, getting one last look at him before you continued with your chores.
Yeosang's heart was hammering in his chest as he forced himself not to look back over at your balcony. When you had come out, his eyes naturally moved to you. You were smiling and talking to your plants as you watered them and he found a small smile forming on his face. It was cute.
When you saw him watching you, he saw you freeze as you seemed embarrassed he was there. He heard a soft hello escape you and he repressed a small giggle as he nodded back to you.
He wondered what your name was. What did you do for a living? Were you introverted, like him? Would you get along?
These types of thoughts continued to pester both of you as you saw each other more often over the next few weeks.
You both had the routine of sitting out on the balcony with your morning coffee. Though Yeosang hadn't done this much until you moved in.
You'd share smiles and nods of greeting, stealing glances at each other when you could.
Yeosang learned you watered your plants at the same time every other day and would often conveniently be on his balcony at this time.
The two of you, though never even knowing each other's names, shared a silent conversation whenever a downstairs neighbor loudly played his horrible music at random times. Your eyes would meet and you'd both share a look of annoyance or judgement before you both smiled to yourself.
On more than one occasion, you had almost met. You spotted him heading into his building just a moment after you left yours. And he saw you checking your mail and leaving for the day before he could get close enough for you to see him.
Neither of you were brave enough to seek each other out, and found comfort in your silent communications. But, you both wanted to know more about the other, silently waiting for the moment it would happen.
Staring at your kitchen counter, you bit your lip. When you volunteered to make cookies for your coworkers, you may have gotten too excited.
Your kitchen counter was covered in freshly baked cookies. The recipe had said it would make two dozen, but you gave up counting after thirty-five and still had raw dough to use.
Even if you took more to your work than you had intended, you'd have quite a few left over. What should you do with them?
As you pondered this, movement caught you eyes. Looking up, you spotted your neighbor out on his balcony, wiping his table. You felt your heart skip and suddenly wondered if he would like the cookies you made. Would it be weird to ask? How would you even ask?
After some more time trying to decide, you finished making all of the cookie dough, and effectively ran out of room for cookies. You packed them all away, as you nervously glanced out at your neighbors balcony. He was gone, but had his door open, probably to let the nice air into his apartment.
Getting an idea, that may or may not be weird, you went with it before you chickened out entirely. If it worked, you would hopefully make a friend, if it didn't work, then he would remain a stranger you steal glances at and have silent conversations with.
Walking out onto your balcony you looked down at the paper plane in your hand before aiming at your neighbors balcony. Taking a breath, you tossed it, watching as it soared closer to his balcony, before plummeting to the sidewalk below.
You watched it all with a disappointed gaze before you let out a sigh. Making another plane, with every intention of eventually getting the first one. You attempted another throw, letting out a frustrated groan as it too fell to the sidewalk.
"Maybe I should just crumple it into a ball" you mumbled as you went to get another piece of paper.
As Yeosang walked back towards his apartment after picking up a package, his eyes landed on two paper planes lying on the ground. He frowned as he walked up to them, wondering where they came from.
Seeing writing on one, he picked it up curiously.
"I made some cookies would you like some?" Grabbing the other plane, it held a similar message "I made too many cookies, would you like some?"
He smiled to himself as he glanced up, seeing he was below your apartment. These weren't from you were they?
Just as he wondered this, he saw another paper plane shoot from your balcony before hitting the railing of his and falling down a few feet away from him. Hearing a frustrated groan from your apartment, he laughed softly.
Grabbing the other plane, he read it and chuckled, "I made some cookies. Would you like some?"
Looking up at your balcony, he quickly ran into his building, hoping he could get your attention.
Looking down at another piece of paper, you debated going down and grabbing the ones you failed to throw before you attempted any more.
Crumpling the paper you went to your balcony "One more try and then I'm giving up"
As you stepped out onto your balcony, you halted as you saw your neighbor leaning on his railing with a smile. Your eyes moved to his hands as you saw the paper planes. You went to the railing and looked down, seeing that he had gotten them.
Did he see you throwing them and went to get them? You cringed internally, wondering if he thought you were weird.
Meeting his gaze again he smiled, and you saw amusement on his face. You giggled softly, feeling your ears burning.
Pointing at the paper planes he nodded and gave you a thumbs up "I love cookies" you heard his soft voice call out, and it almost caught you off guard.
You giggled softly as you leaned over your railing, hoping he could hear you as you pointed down to the side walk "Five minutes?"
He nodded and gave you another thumbs up as you nodded and ran inside, leaving Yeosang grinning on his balcony.
After you put the cookies into some boxes, you checked your appearance over before you made your way down stairs. You took in a few deep breaths, telling yourself to relax.
As you got to the sidewalk below, you spotted Yeosang sitting on the steps to his building. He still held one of the paper planes in his hand and you felt your cheeks burn. As he spotted you, he rose with a smile and met you half way.
You smiled shyly "Hello."
"Hello" He repeated with a similar tone and smile.
Handing over the cookies with a grin his smile widened as he looked down at them "Thank you"
You nodded "I made some for work and ended up with way too many. So, I thought maybe it would be a good excuse to finally meet you, actually meet you I mean. Instead of just, seeing each other from a distance."
You feared you might be rambling so you quickly stopped, your heart hammering at the way his eyes lit up as he smiled and nodded.
"I wanted to meet you too" Yeosang felt his ears burning as he admitted so. "But I thought it would be weird to just show up at your door." Looking down at the paper plane in his hand he let out a soft laugh "The paper planes were smart.""
You smiled, feeling some relief that he had been worried about the same things you had.
"I wouldn't have thought you were weird" you reassured him and he smile softly as he looked down shyly.
Your stomach filled with butterflies, as you realized just how attractive he was, and how gentle he seemed on top of it.
"I thought you might think I was weird because of the planes." You cringed softly and he let out a soft laugh.
"No" He shook his head "I saw them when I came from from the office. I thought it was cute."
You felt like your heart might explode from your chest, and you hoped it wasn't showing on your face.
He placed his hand on top of the cookies "I should be the one to bring you a welcome gift since you just moved in."
You smiled and shook your head "You don't need to worry about something like that."
You saw doubt on his face but he nodded, though in his mind he was already thinking of buying you something. A dessert in return for the cookies perhaps.
"I'm Y/n by the way." You added on softly and Yeosang's eyes lit up. All this time he had been wondering your name, and he hadn't even asked.
He smiled "I'm Yeosang."
"It's nice to meet you Yeosang."
He quickly reached out his hand for you to take, and you smiled, shaking it softly.
An alarm from your phone killed the soft silence that lingered and you quickly turned it off before smiling at him.
"I have to go to work."
Yeosang nodded his head in understanding, but felt disappointment wash over him.
You backed up a bit as you smiled "I hope you like the cookies. Don't be a stranger okay Yeosang?"
He let out a soft laugh as he nodded, watching as you began to leave. As you looked back once more at him and gave him a soft wave he felt his heart melt.
As you disappeared into the building he already wanted to see you again. Turning to head back inside he looked down at the cookies, feeling their fresh warmth leaking through. He grinned to himself as he held the cookies close to his chest.
Thinking back on what you said, he wondered if you would really be okay with him showing up at your door. Biting his lips softly he tapped his fingers on the box.
He would have to return the box once he finished the cookies right? That would be the polite thing to do? Smiling softly to himself he nodded, it wasn't a great excuse to see you again, but it was enough.
xx End xx
-Part Two-
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morales twins hcs
i'm absolutely in love with the idea of miles42 and miles1610 being twins, i'm so glad most of the fandom has basically adopted 42 lmao
some of my own twins headcanons, just random stuff to add onto other ppls hcs ive seen:
☆ 42 loves his mamí absolutely but def acts the most like his dad, and haaaates when anyone points it out. it's the most obvious when 42 gets mad, he sounds EXACTLY like his father then lol
☆ in fact, the twins polar opposite personalities is probs bc 1610 takes after his mom's temperament more, while 42 is as stoic, stubborn and slightly dorky as his dad is
☆ whenever the boys made each other cry (by accident or otherwise) they did the typical little kid thing and tried immediately comforting the other. now that they're older 1610 handles his emotions better and is mature when talking about them, but 42 is the one who comforts 1610 more often
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☆ as well as staying on top of his academics, 42 also plays basketball and trains in a couple martial arts studios after school. 1610 is taller than 42 bc of the spider bite but 42 has always been slightly bigger and more muscular than 1610 since he's the athlete. whenever the family attends 42's boxing matches, jeff gets an overwhelming sense of deja vu from back when he attended his own brother's matches before
☆ they both got thru school p okay, not many incidents of bullying mostly bc if anyone did try, 42 would put a stop to that nonsense immediately. 42 loves his bro with his whole heart and was glad to pick a fight with anyone who gave him any trouble at all. the whole neighborhood knew it too bc the only person allowed to bully 1610 is 42 himself!
☆ in fact, 42 doesn't win the lottery to enter visions in the first place, which saddened both brothers when they found out. so because they're at separate schools now, 42 makes sure his twin knows that if any fuckery is afoot at visions that he'd be more than happy to roll up and dogwalk any fool who tries it. 1610 laughs him off but knows his bro has got his back for sure
☆ 42 likes to pretend 1610 is the nerdy one, but they are both very big anime and manga nerds. every time they hit up any bookstore, they both make a beeline for the manga section and argue over who's gonna read the newest one first (they have to share cuz those books cost some moneeyyyy, man)
☆ 1610 and 42 love their uncle to pieces, OFC. they both pick up separate traits from him, even. 42 was inspired to start martial arts and boxing from watching videos on old digital cameras that aaron hung onto thru the years. they were of a much younger aaron back in his boxing days, when his family went to his matches and recorded them from the seats. 1610 was inspired to pick up graffiti and then even started doodling in notebooks bc of aaron
☆ 1610 is def the social butterfly and easily the most popular kid on the block by virtue of how friendly and outgoing he is. 42 is more introverted and keeps a small circle of friends, but everyone is cool with him nonetheless since they fuck with his twin bro
☆ since 42 stays at home the most (lol he a homebody) he picks up cooking much better than 1610 thanks to him staying in the kitchen to help his mom make dinner while they watch telenovelas together. 42 also knows how to dance bachata and salsa much better than 1610 too
☆ both twins love physics and math but 42 is more hardware-inclined. 1610 is about software, data, and formulas. 42 is good at taking things apart, putting things together, building and engineering. he kinda takes after his uncle aaron that way, and drove his parents nuts as a lil kid when he got his hands on radios, computers, clocks, etc
☆ 1610 loves softer brighter music like JID, steve lacy, smino, frank ocean, kid cudi, post malone, and nujabes. 42 is always bumping harder shit like pop smoke, waka flocka, zillakami, three 6 mafia, benny the butcher and some oldies like paul wall, wu tang clan, biggie smalls, MF DOOM and big KRIT. they tease each other's music tastes a lot since they're polar opposites in almost every way
☆ they actually have a shared playlist where they add new music they like (probs on some e-1610 spotify or soundcloud equivalent since everything is slightly skewed on e-1610 tbh). both of them check it periodically, and 42 is the more frequent contributor
☆ they both make art but 1610 is the artsier kid for sure. 42 doodles occasionally but he's not as enthusiastic about it as his twin is. they both go around the city tagging walls whenever they have any free time, though. 1610 loves colors, expressive styles and is good at coming up with cool ways to draw text. 42's lines, accuracy and technical skill can never be beat
☆ 1610 has superpowers, sure, but his fighting skills are trash! 42 was always the scrappy one, not 1610, so he shows his twin how to properly throw punches and other useful fighting knowledge. it def comes in handy in the future
☆ jeff loves his sons to death but he often finds himself butting heads the most with 42 since they're so similar, it kinda drives them both nuts. it def gets worse once aaron starts gossiping abt what jeff used to be like when they were kids, giving 42 plenty of ammo. they love each other but their relationship is just as complicated as it is between jeff and 1610, and 42 would be lying if he said he wasn't affected by the rift between his dad and uncle himself
☆ the minute the twins turn 16, 42 goes out and gets his drivers license on the first try (computer quiz AND road test aced) and rubs it in 1610's face almost constantly. 1610 likes to throw back that there's no parking space for another car on their block, so he can't even get his own car even if he wanted to anyways
☆ whenever the boys really fight, the whole city seems to know. they squabble a lot obvi, they're brothers. but the very few times they've given each other the silent treatment like for real, everyone in the family tries to get them to make up since it's unsettling to see two peas in a pod be so hostile with each other
☆ and since they've always been attached at the hip, 1610 being enrolled into visions felt. weird. everyone thought 1610 was gonna take it the hardest but surprisingly 42 had a harder time adjusting since he always saw his bro in the hallways at school, and was so used to him knowing the latest gossip of anybody in their grade. without 1610 around as often, 42 becomes even more withdrawn than usual
rio looks up from the pot suddenly, glancing at the time. dinner was almost ready and she… hadn't seen not hide nor tail of her son this evening. he returned home from school a couple hours earlier, choosing to skip going to his boxing class to shut himself in his room.
fine. teenagers can be moody sometimes and rio would rather keep her moody son at home where she can keep an eye on him, rather than worry about what he's getting up to on the streets.
strange thing is, though... rio hadn't heard a single noise come out of that room all night. 42 usually liked to have at least some music playing, maybe video game noises out of his nintendo... oh, what was it called again? whatever, that nintendo thing he played on sometimes.
rio placed the lid on the pot and lowered the flame a bit before making her way over to her twin sons' bedroom door, hesitating a bit when she noticed no light was filtering out from the bottom either. okay... that was weird, too. neither of her sons ever went to bed before dinner. ever.
the one time rio dared to try and send her sons to bed without dinner years ago-- as punishment for fighting right there in the kitchen that time-- both twins hollered so loud they got concerned knocks on their front door from various different neighbors. never again, rio remembered thinking that time.
now, the bedroom door stands oddly quiet and completely hollow without any signs of life behind it. rio knocked anyways, hoping against hope itself that 42 didn't go ahead and sneak out of the house without her knowledge. if he did sneak out, he's grounded for 3 months, rio thinks to herself mostly as reassurance. she nervously picks at a nail and strains to hear anything behind the wood.
she thinks she hears a groan and decides to try her luck by slowly opening the door. hopefully he's not in there... y'know, doing teenage boy things, either. dios mío.
rio swings the door open to...
...a completely pitch-black room, save for the sliver of streetlight filtering in past a crack in the window curtains and casting an eerie yellow glow on anything it could touch. it is cold, and also deathly quiet.
rio is shocked.
she walks over to the right side of the room where 42's bed is pushed up against the corner, next to the windows. on that bed lies a big lump, buried under several layers of blankets. the lump stirs.
rio crosses her arms. "mijo, mi amor. are you sleeping? …pero qué te pasa, papí?"¹
42 rolls onto his back and glares sleepily at his concerned mother standing at his bedside. it's dark in the room, but rio's face is illuminated by the living room lights pouring in from the open door. she's wearing a tilted smile, but coupled with the worry lines on her forehead, it isn't fooling anyone.
42 slowly closes his eyes, chin still under the covers, and lets out the most world-weary sigh rio has ever heard coming out of someone as young as him. if it weren't coming from her own son, she might have even laughed.
she immediately sits down, lifting the cover off of 42's chin to check his temperature all over his face. he tries to wriggle away.
"maaaaaa, stop..." he grumbles, trying to pull the covers up higher over his head. "'m not sick, mamí, forreal… chill."
rio leans on a hand. "¿si no 'ta enfermó pues qué es?² what's wrong?"
42 doesn't answer for a bit and rio exhales through her nose. " 'moré, what are you doing in this pitch-black room all by yourself? no light, no music, no nothing. what's wrong? you look like you're on a death bed!"
42 finally opens his eyes again, and blinks a few times as he says, "nothing, ma. seriously, i'm just... tired. that's all. i'm fine."
"you don't look 'fine' 42, you look like 2 seconds away from flatlining."
another sigh from the boy. rio rolls her eyes and places her hand on his forehead again, then strokes his cheek.
"is it 1610? hmm?" rio asks 42. she asks so unbelievably gently, as if by only mentioning his brother's name she would shatter something in the room. a mirror or something.
42's heart clenches at the love and care his mother is showing around this particular topic. it was true, and he couldn't even deny it. having 1610 in the house less and less every week, not seeing him in the hallways at their local high school, receiving sparser and shorter replies to his texts... it was all building up in his chest and the dam was pretty close to bursting. especially now as his mom was lovingly stroking his cheek as she checked in with him. how embarassing. rio wouldn't see him cry, not right now. he closed his eyes and willed the tears away, for her sake.
miraculously, 42's voice didn't crack or waver when he said, "yeah. yeah, i miss 'im."
rio crooned something saccharine in spanish and placed a kiss on her son's forehead. she saw right through his cold tough guy act, as expected. with how much of a mama's boy 42 was, it would've been impossible not to. they spent way too much time together for her to miss how he dragged his feet getting ready for school in the mornings, how he's been skipping martial arts and basketball practice more often lately, and how unenthusiastic he's been in general.
rio chuckles as she lays her cheek on 42's forehead for a second before sitting back up. "ay, bendito. 42, you know your brother is just down a few blocks from here. why don't you go visit him soon?"
42 shuffles under the covers. he's unsure if he should even admit this, but he proceeds anyways. "uhm. he's not answering my texts lately, so." he feels strangely guilty about this, like he just snitched on his twin somehow even though he has no reason to suspect that at all.
rio sighs and looks off into the distance, bracing herself for what she's about to say. she looks back down. "yeah. i know. he doesn't answer mine, either. i was hoping he was talking to you, but... well. "
something in 42 stirs a bit. "i bet he thinks he's in some fancy private school, around rich kids, now he's too good for us," it's a weak attempt at a joke, but rio smiles down at him anyways.
"don't worry. the second he gets home this weekend, he's on house arrest. okay? he's gonna be chained to you the whoooole time. and i'm keepin' watch."
it's not much, but 42 still takes that little bit of hope and holds it gently in his mind.
"the second he walks through that door, i'm tackling him. i don't care." 42 smiles at the thought.
rio laughs, kisses his forehead again and stands up. "dinner is almost ready, by the way." she gives him a look. "you better eat with me tonight, because your brother is at school and your dad is doing overtime tonight. okay? okay."
42 sighs deeply to wake himself up a bit more as he sits up and scratches at his durag. "yeah, yeah. 'm comin', ma!"
¹ "but what is going on with you, papí?" (papí being a common term of affection for a boy in spanish, it doesn't always mean "dad" lol)
² "if you're not sick, then what is it?"
☆ until they get "too old" for halloween, the morales twins ALWAYS wear matching costumes. every year. every single year, no matter what. what they usually end up wearing changes every year and they aaaaaalways argue over it, of course. notable costumes so far: batman and superman (age 13), two ninja turtles (age 9) (im thinking mikey and donatello bc of personality but lbr rio most likely forbade either of them to be leonardo bc the twins would deadass get into a fist fight over it), tom and jerry (age 2), mario and luigi (age 7), woody and buzz (age 5), peter pan and captain hook (age 10), and-- rio's favorite-- thing 1 and thing 2 (age 4)
☆ 42 was surprisingly always very popular with the girls at school. in middle school, 1610 was the geeky one with braces and acne. 42 got off relatively easy in that regard and as a result was labeled "a heartbreaker" from the jump, which annoyed him. he has no interest in dating whatsoever and swore to never get into a relationship before graduating high school. he's got his mom and brother to take care of and he's going places after high school, damnit! 1610 on the other hand is a huge romantic and has a crush on a new person almost every year of school, easily
☆ the literal second 1610 set foot in the house after his spider bite, 42 was all over him asking a million questions since they both have that supernatural twintuition, and 42 sussed him out immediately. 1610 obviously had to come clean and tell his brother he was spiderman just like he told ganke, otherwise he was never gonna be able to change into his spider suit at home (plus they share a room, so. there's that)
1610 didn't even get to close their bedroom door all the way before his twin leaped up from his own bed and stalked over.
"óye, bro. what's up? what happened at visions?" 42 circled his brother, squinty-eyed in the exact same way their mom is when she's suspicious. 1610 dropped his bag next to his bed and plopped down on his sheets, trying to put some distance between them.
"uhhhh what're you talkin' about?" he tries casually, and immediately regrets it.
"uhhhhh what're you talkin' about?" 42 mocks. "don't play dumb with me. you KNOW what i'm talkin' about, stupid. first, you answer, like, none of my texts ever. then dad comes home sayin' you never let him talk face-to-face when he visited you a couple days ago. mamí has been texting and calling you nonstop, no answer either. you are a brand new person now, huh? qué te pasa, yo?"
1610 hunched his shoulders as he got up and slumped over to his desk. he was quietly weighing his options, nervously rearranging papers and sketches on the wooden table, wondering how he was going to break it to his brother that he was--
"lemme guess. you have superpowers now," 42 says easily. he crosses his arms triumphantly when big round amber eyes suddenly turn up to his face.
1610 searches his face for any hint of a joke. no... no way. did his brother just...?
"you're playin' with me. no way. how did you--?"
42's eyes widen. "wait, are you being deadass right now?" he threw his head back and crowed with laughter. "that was just a guess!"
1610 leaped forward and pushed his hand onto 42's mouth, shutting him up. "heeyyy hey hey hey hey shhhhh, man. damn, could you possibly be any louder? look," he took his twin by the shoulders and gave him a slight shake, lowering his voice to a near whisper. "mom and dad can never know anything about this. okay? anything. not a word, you understand?"
42 pushes his brother off. "ok-ay man, cool it. i promise. we can shake on it, even."
wordlessly, they did their super secret handshake they came up with and perfected in the 4th grade in lieu of hooking their pinkies together. it was the morales shake, a move that binds them to secrecy and keeping promises til death. this was serious business. 1610 relaxes a bit once they're done.
"... okay. and i mean it, pencil braids. if you even breathe a word about this, or even think about--!"
"if you don't just tell me already, goddamn."
with a meaningful look thrown at his brother's way, 1610 raises an arm silently. 42 looks back expectantly.
1610 shoots a web up. he jumps up, using the web as a bungee rope to help him flip and land feet-first onto the ceiling. once his sneakers touch their ceiling, he stands up... upside-down. he stares at his brother and his brother stares back, mouth agape.
"niiiiiiice," 42 leans back and grins up at his twin brother, spiderman.
☆ 1610 is glad he has someone besides ganke to talk to about spiderman stuff, though. his brother listens way more attentively than his roommate anyways, and even tries to help sometimes esp when 1610 needs a quick distraction so he can switch from spiderman back into his regular clothes before the parents notice
☆ 42 is surprisingly cool abt his twin bro being spiderman, actually. even when they're texting 42 is careful not to imply 1610 is spiderman, and often calls stuff in to the police station if 1610 webs anyone up and lets him know. he also gets very good at bandaging up wounds quickly
☆ 42 is a hardass on the outside and contains his emotions much better than his twin, but he's kinda different around his family, since he loves them a lot. he jokes around a lot with them, esp around 1610. they also love pranking their parents, and are p creative at coming up with ways to make everyone laugh
☆ i personally picture 42's personality being sort of like huey's from the boondocks, especially around other adults. he becomes withdrawn and speaks very clearly and directly, and is very shy around strangers. some ppl mistake that as him having an attitude problem but his friends and family know better. only difference between huey and 42 is that 42 isn't nearly as woke lmfao
☆ meanwhile, 1610 becomes a motormouth around strangers and is quick to hug and kiss random family members at family reunions. as a lil kid, he'd always be the one up at the counter ordering for the both of them and chatting with the cashiers, or bus drivers, or whoever. as he gets older and used to the spiderman thing, he chats and jokes with randoms a lil less. he has to save the good material for when the mask is on
☆ 42 is a better writer than he is an artist, actually. he has notebooks filled with poetry and lyrics he scribbles down on post-it notes just to stick them in there for safekeeping. he's also been working on a sci-fi story since he was in 6th grade in absolute secrecy; he doesn't want a single soul to see it. he'd be mortified if anyone saw the nerdy shit he comes up with
☆ even tho 1610 has never fought anyone or been scrappy with anyone else, he's very good at wrestling and dodging punches thanks to his brother.
☆ 42 is the more fashion-inclined twin, even tho they're both sneakerheads. 42 just pays more attention to accessories, the fit of his clothing, how to pair the right shoes with the right jacket. 1610 throws on anything comfortable and calls it a day, and it gets even worse after he becomes spiderman. 42 clowns his brother SO HARD after he finds him wearing yellow sweatpants with an oversized red adidas hoodie and a green puffer jacket once (it was when 1610 came home from fighting a shapeshifting lizard that tried to take over cypress hills. the sweatpants were on backwards)
☆ 1610's sense of humor is geeky and he always tries too hard with his quips and jokes. he usually gets "secondhand embarrassment" chuckles from ppl. 42's style of comedy is a mix of dry humor and unintentionally being funny. this dude will say something clever with the straightest face ever and have the ENTIRE room in stitches without even meaning to
☆ just to nail home how different they are, even tho they share a room, you can tell EXACTLY which half of their room begins and ends. 1610's half is cluttered, vibrant, covered in posters and action figures, collages and trinkets on every available surface. 42's is as clean as a hospital room, and he ALWAYS makes his bed every morning. 42 has a poster or 2 hung up but he's not much for decorating in general. he's more into alphabetizing his bookshelf and looking for more efficient storage to put under his bed
☆ when jeff looks at his sons, he sees aaron and himself and sometimes it scares him. when the boys were around 12 (the Evil Year) he made SURE to sign them up for camp trips that summer and keep them close together as much as possible. he hates to see his boys drift apart at all and is the 1st one to call it out if he sees it. he just doesn't want his boys to end up like he and his brother did…
☆ … and then other times? it genuinely makes him feel a combination of irritation and also fondness bc sometimes 1610 and 42 really really remind him of aaron and himself, esp when they were young. ESPECIALLY when they argue. in every playful slap on the shoulder, every arbitrary competition started out of nowhere, every sleepy brother slowly sliding onto the other's shoulder during nighttime car rides, he sees it. he sees them, and then he sees his past. and with every little difference between the boys slowly cracking open like a chasm with each passing day, sometimes he thinks he can even see his future.
☆ 42 is cool or whatever but i also hc he's kinda… weird sometimes. it gets worse when his twin bro goes off to visions, he keeps staring at walls while sitting in dark rooms and eating at weird hours of the day. rio caught him fast asleep practically hanging off the window sill one night, and another time jeff found him having an entire conversation with a brick wall once while on patrol. 42 refuses to answer any questions
☆ after 1610 gets into visions, becomes spiderman, tells his parents abt his plans to go to princeton, etc... 42 eventually starts feeling a type of way (a jealous way…) their parents also seem to pay attention to 1610 more whenever he's home just to add insult to injury. he knows he's not supposed to, but he often finds himself thinking about the prowler gloves and schematics aaron left behind. he managed to grab them and hide them in a gym bag one day while helping his parents clear out aaron's apartment. the tech currently lives under his bed…
#mine#across the spiderverse#spiderverse#miles morales#miles g morales#BOY that sure is a lot to read huh. well. if u read all this here's a heart ♡#can u tell i am Not Normal abt these two#esp wrt them being potential parallels to their father and uncle.........#i can scream FOREVER abt this#the morales family always has me All Up In My Feels man#also LOL @ me writing fanfic again in this post#what can i say...... i guess i can't help it lol#i just love these two they are my babies............#also guess how many times i went and started writing “miles” for 1610 before having to backspace after realizing#yea thats right. Too Many Times#anyways hopes this like uhhh reads okay. the formatting might be weird cuz i had to copy n paste this from my notes app#but i think its cool. i hope#hope yall enjoy aallll of this lol
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rating haikyū!! characters based on how much I'd like to date them
slowly starting to realize that I'm the problem. . .
hinata shōyō: 5/10
I'm like 5'3 which is SHORTER than hinata so ig it could serve as an ego boost for him
no but how would we ever reach anything on the top shelf 😭
although I guess he could just jump for it??
very high-energy all the time and I honestly don't think I'd be able to keep up with him
kageyama tobio: 8/10
jeez idk on this one
we'd either get along really well or he'd hate my guts
like hey, you're socially awkward, I'm socially anxious
he's too good at volleyball and it'd make me feel inferior
if he's not motivated to learn English idk how this is gonna work
running around in the snow and throwing snowballs at each other 🥺
tsukishima kei: 8/10
I feel like hanging mirrors would be a big problem
he's a whole foot taller than me
I like the low energy vibes and the appreciation for music though
like imagine walks together where we share playlists with each other??
hopefully his saltiness and intelligence can rub off on me
nishinoya yū: 4.5/10
he's shorter than me help 😭
the top shelf would never get used
a little too energetic for me
although I would LOVE to learn the Rolling Thunder
he's kind of a wanderer and I think I’d prefer stability especially later in life
probably would not work out
sugawara kōshi: 8/10
baking dates??
I feel like he'd be so sweet and attentive as a partner
a bit of a troll which I need in my life
hopefully he doesn't lecture me cause I'm a sensitive little sh--
oikawa tōru: 10/10
I'll let myself be self-indulgent here because I love him too much
I just want to hug him and tell him he's worked hard and he's done so well
I have trouble with words but I feel like with him they'd just flow so easily
vulnerability is beautiful and I'd be so honored if he could be himself around me
amusement park dates!! I feel like he’d pretend to be all cool but shriek so loud when we get to the top
kozume kenma: 9/10
we're both extra introverted so I feel like we could just hang out in his room while he plays games and I read and be perfectly content
writing love notes and leaving them for each other throughout the house 🥺
hear me out, escape room dates??
but also how would either of us be able to get along in society
we'd stay up until 5 am together 😭
on second thought maybe we're a little TOO similar for a romantic relationship. . .
kuroo tetsurō: 8/10
also almost too tall
can he tutor me in chemistry 😭
I know he likes dogs but I’m dragging him with me to cat cafes
ushijima wakatoshi: 7.5/10
also really tall
I'm lowkey scared of him
I feel like he'd be a really traditional and calm partner, both qualities that I appreciate
I think he's like formal but also private when it comes to dates
I just feel like I'd always have to take the initiative and honestly I get really lazy and shouldn't be trusted to plan anything so maybe we just wouldn't end up going on any dates lmao
probably wouldn't work out if I'm gonna be honest
akaashi keiji: 10/10
this guy is boyfriend material
he can memorize all 37 of my weaknesses
I don’t think I have to explain why this guy would be great as a partner
book store dates!!
bokuto kōtarō: 5/10
also too energetic for me
bokuto deserves someone patient and cheerful and I am neither
I'm pretty stoic and have an RBF so if he's in emo mode idk how I'd be able to cheer him up
but I think life would never be boring with him around
miya atsumu: 7.5/10
I like atsumu well enough but I'm honestly super neutral about dating him
like I feel like it could work but there's also people I’d click with more
idk there's really no thoughts in my brain when I think about him in a romantic way
miya osamu: 7/10
I'm a REALLY picky eater so I could never go on food dates or help him with his restaurant
although he IS a little calmer than his brother
also like atsumu, someone that I never thought about dating
suna rintarō: 8.5/10
I think he’s a good height (in between ‘the high shelf would never be used’ and ‘the mirror is problematic’)
he's a phone addict, I'm a phone addict, we'd get along splendidly
I feel like a relationship with him would be pretty chill and lowkey
I don't do well with fancy and formal so that's perfect
late-night stargazing 🥺
kita shinsuke: 7/10
dude I'd be lowkey scared of him
he's just so productive?? and structured in his daily life
like I wish I was that organized but no I'll be staying up until 4 or 5 am on school nights just wasting my life away
I'm too much of a wreck for him
kita deserves better ☠️
sakusa kiyoomi 7.5/10
hmm
I'm a clean freak about some things but also horrendously messy about others so I don't even think he'd like me
isn't he also really tall
why does he not feel tall 😭
like with tsukishima and kuroo you FEEL like they're tall while with suna and sakusa you just know they're tall because the wiki tells you
in my mind sakusa is like 5'9 lmao
hoshiumi kōrai: 7/10
same deal as with hinata and nishinoya
he's a little too short for us to live a practical life
no thoughts about him romantically either
hirugami sachirō: 7.5/10
unfortunately I don't know much about him
but he's going to be a vet!! and I love animals
we will definitely raise cats
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#brain dump#in my dreams#hq#oikawa tooru#kuroo tetsurou#kozume kenma#haikyuu boys#haikyuu comfort#boyfriend#kageyama tobio#hinata shouyou#miya atsumu#akaashi keiji#bokuto koutarou#ushijima wakatoshi#suna rintarou#tsukishima kei#sugawara koushi#nishinoya yuu#sakusa kiyoomi#kita shinsuke#miya osamu#hoshiumi kourai#hirugami sachirou#dating#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu fluff
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boysplanet trainees - lalala&okokok trend pt. 1
context 💌
‘lalala’ is the more outgoing, bubbly person while ‘okokok’ is the more laid back and chill one. for example you could even describe them as the talker & the listener!
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over me team ❗️
ricky: okokok 💿
- he’s more quiet & self reserved. LOVES SNACKING ISTG ANYWHERE HE GOES HE CARRIES 193837 snacks in his pockets tysm gyuvin
- when people talk, he listens with open ears
- he’s SO shy skdjdjdb, everytime he makes eye contact he looks the other way AND SHIFTS HIS EYES TOWARDS THE FLOOR 😭 protect this boy at all costs
jeonghyeon: lalala 🎀
- literally is ricky’s other half, GENIUS LEE OOPS omg i love leejeong hes so quirky
- the biggest extrovert ever, cries easily
- radiates the biggest babygirl energy, bffs with all the trainees on boys planet which i think is so cute 😭 i would literally die for jeonghyeon
zhanghao: okokok 💿
- this man is literally the smartest guy ever. he might be cute, but in reality he’s literally so self aware. probs has an iq of 394738
- gives off father vibes. YUJIN & OLLIE are literally his children, if you’re younger than him he’s automatically your dad
- he listens to everyone’s opinions and is the calmest person on the show after ricky 😭
kuanjui: okokok 🎀
- the most extroverted of all extroverts
- CAN LITERALLY BLEND IN WITH ANY FRIENDGROUP, lights everything up with his bubbly and courageous personality
- zhanghao’s bff, they’re like the cutest duo (don’t be mad haobin stan’s i think haobin is cute as well)
jay: okokok 💿
- man’s is an introvert as well
- chill but is SO EASY TO PISS OFF like when ricky missed his highfive on purpose? HE WAS PISSED LMAO
- i feel like he’s a good friend to others though, like he would def comfort you if needed
switch team 🍭
kamden: lalala + okokok 🍰
- HE’S THE AWKWARDEST GUY ON EARTH. you talk to him? he doesn’t listen, he literally spaces out like pou
- you would think he’s introverted but he’s an esfp?! kamden is an EXTROVERT?
- socially awkward and an extrovert… the more you know
keita: lalala 🎀
- CUTEST GUY, he literally also blends in with any friendgroup easily
- you could bicker with him and bc he’s so loud, you would automatically lose in a span of 2 mins. this guy would beat you up with his chatter
- HES CUTE POSITIVE LOUD i love keita
taerae: okokok 💿
- HES APART OF THE GYARUZ but is like the shyest of all shy people….. AFTER HIS TAEEEERRIAAAA HE LITERALLY SHOVED HIS FACE ON HIS BED I CANT DO THIS
- not with those two toned pants. it screams INTROVERTED
- he’s a grandpa. THE GUITAR???????? THE CLOTHES???????????????? he’s so grandpa coded
phanbin: lalala 🎀
- istg he’s such an outgoing person, so funny and talented I LOVE YOU PHANBIN
- YOU PUT HIM WITH JUNHYEON????? a mistake. YOU PUT HIM WITH WOONGGI????? a fight will break out. YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE? he dances like a literal legend
- gaslight gatekeep girl boss vote for phanbin
jongwoo: no comment i’m so sorry i’m not gonna do him… he needs to leave g group alone. the xenophobia IS NOT IT. 😒 sorry
shuaibo: NEITHER????? LALALA??!?!?
- you can tell he’s a really self reserved person, BUT THIS MIGHT BE BC OF THE LANGUAGE BARRIER IDK BUT HE LOVES HIS CAT AND THATS ALL THAT MATTERS. 🐈
- ITS SO HARD BC mnet didn’t give him enough screentime but he’s a lovely person 😭 evil edits did him DIRTYYYYY, he’s so cute and bubbly but fr he wanted to go home ASAP during episode 11 he was literally sleeping 😅
- #zhangshuaibowewillmissyou
supercharger team 🐥
ollie: lalala 🎀
- cutest person ever (poor guy got e worded)
- loves to tease ricky, always screaming lovelicky (😭)
- he’s a bit introverted, but with the yuehuaz he’s the most cheerful person, chocolate in a human form 🍫
haruto: lalala 🎀
- LOUD, the mood maker of g group, he’s so funny 😭
- honestly has the best humour ever. HIS INSTAGRAM STORIES ARE SO FUNNY ISTG bro even tells us how often he 💩… tmi alert
- haruto is so goofy 😭 but yeah he gets emotional easily, poor guy
woonggi: lalala 🎀
- ANOTHER GOOFBALL. sassiest queen ever like we could be besties
- woonggi, seowon & taerae are literally so sassy i love it
- also can be friends with ANYONE he meets. YOU WALK INTO A ROOM WITH CHA WOONGGI? you walk out of that door twerking, screaming WOONGGI BOYYYY
(ollie was a victim of this.)
seowon: okokok 💿
- seowon is literally the calmer version of woonggi
- looks at everyone so endearingly it makes me sob how he got eliminated
- GYARUZ ON TOP
zihao: okokok 💿
- haruto’s husband, HE WAS THERE FOR HIM WHEN HE WAS FRUSTRATED DURING SUPERCHARGER 😭
- UMMM I HONESTLY DONT KNOW like zihao is all giggles if mnet gave him screentime we could’ve seen his more serious side
- on a side note, zihao seems like the sweetest person ever on boys planet 😭 farewell i’m so mad he got eliminated
takuto: lalala 🎀
- THIS GUY DOES NOT STOP TOYANAGA TAKUTO-ING
- oml he’s so clueless… LIKE YK WHEN HE LIFTED UP HIS SHIRT AND RICKY + SEONGMIN HAD TO HOLD HIM BACK FROM REVEALING HIS nonexistent abs
- he was such a bright person… BUT FR FAREWELL TO SUPERCHARGER TEAM YOU WILL BE MISSED
#boys planet#kpop imagines#boysplanet999#fanfic#ricky boys planet#keita ciipher#cha woonggi#seowon#lee jeonghyeon#zhang hao#zhanghaoboysplanet#boys planet imagines#toyonaga takuto#shen quanrui#kim gyuvin#zhanghao x reader#boys planet keita#kim taerae
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Lara Croft | SFW ALPHABET
paring: Lara Croft x fem!reader
summary: what the title says
tw: established relationship, some hurt/comfort (mentions of arguments and breakups), fluff
a/n: hi!! hope you enjoy this and have a great day <3 ITS NOT PROOFREAD, so excuse any spelling/grammar errors lmao
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Lara is a, ‘discreet affectionate person.’ She’ll showcase it through gentle gestures like checking in on you.
She’s naturally very independent, so she’s not going to be clingy. She’ll show her love for you in small ways through acts of service and quality time (which are both less obvious love languages).
B = Best friend (How would the friendship start?)
She’s an introvert, so it’ll take a bit for her to warm up. It would take a while for a solid friendship to bloom. A friendship with her would have to happen from consistent interactions that show you’re able to be trusted.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
She enjoys holding you close before bed. She would prefer to be the big spoon so she can hold you close into to her chest.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
She’ll want definitely want to settle down in the near future. Lara quite literally knows how to survive in the wilderness, she knows how to cook and clean. She prefers a clean house to messy, but understands when it get a bit messy every now and then due to stress, etc…
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
She’d be up front about it and talk about it in person. How the breakup goes is very dependent on what you’ve done caused her to end it. (Ex. going separate ways v.s. something like cheating).
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
She’s the type to want to label your relationship, “what are we?” She dates with a future in mind.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
She’s very gentle. Soft touches on your back, holding your hand when you look concerned, kissing your head when she sees you. She’ll treat you with love, it’s apparent in her actions.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Yes, but in specific moments. If you haven’t seen each other in a while, after something nerve-wracking, etc… but not every time she sees you. Her hugs are warm and calming.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
She’ll say it at a normal/expected time. Nothing too early (after one date) or too late (after 2 years).
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
She trusts you, but if she saw someone flirt with you, she’ll get a bit annoyed. Lara would be the one to do sly things to show them you’re taken (kissing your cheek, calling you a nickname, pulling you onto her body, etc…).
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Lara is a fan of gentle pda. She likes showing that she cares for you in public. She likes small gestures such as kissing your cheek when she’s leaving a room to head to bed. Her kisses are usually soft and/or passionate. On her she’ll take any form of a kiss, but she loves the ones you leave her on her neck, lips, top of head.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Lara’s a bit awkward, but she loves and cares for them like they’re her own. If a kid is in danger, she’s risking her life.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
She seems like she’s naturally an early riser (like 7-8AM). When she wakes up, she’ll take it easy and just lay there. She’ll occasionally close her eyes and see if she can sleep more until she eventually just gets out of bed.
If you’re an early riser, I feel she’ll nudge you to get up early with her when she’s fully getting out of bed.
If you’re a, “5 more minutes, let me sleep in to 1PM,” she’ll most likely just let you sleep most days, but on some she’ll come in and nudge you to wake up.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
She’ll have a general sleep schedule when she’s in a city/society. Shower, change, and just hop in bed. She wouldn’t do much before bed. No matter what you do in bed before sleeping (reading, resting eyes, etc…), she’ll rest on you/be touching you in some way as she falls asleep.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
She’s an introvert with a rough past/life story, I don’t think she’s sharing anything right off the bat unless she has a good reason (like if you knew someone who knew her dad or something tragic happened with your parent(s)). She’ll revel things in random moments after some time. Definitely doesn’t fully trust you at first.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
If someone belittles her/you, she’ll express her anger through her tone/volume, but to the little things like someone cutting you two in line, she’s waving it off.
She’ll have an open conversation with you if you’ve done or said something that’s upset her. She doesn’t resort straight to yelling. (She may raise her voice if you say something hurtful in the heat of an argument).
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Her initial signs of her crush on you is remembering details about you. She’ll bring up a small detail you’ve mentioned like two months ago in a conversation.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Her favorite moment is all the times she’s remembered she has someone she can care for. She enjoys checking in on you and sharing moments of vulnerability.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
She’s protective over those she cares for. The, “hurt me, don’t hurt them,” type. She’ll show her protectiveness through sacrifice. If you get hurt, she’s taking care of it. If you show any selflessness/sacrifice protectiveness back, it’ll affect her (in a good way). Her receiving love language is acts of service, your actions mean a lot more to her than words spoke.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
I don’t believe she’s an over the top lover, but she would show she cares and remembers important dates with small things. Her love language is acts of service and quality time, so she wants to do something with or for you.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
She can still be private even when you’re dating. It’ll feel like she still has a wall up and doesn’t fully trust you.
Lara can be one-track minded, so there will be times you feel you’re a second choice/forgotten
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
I feel to a degree she is. When she isn’t literally sleeping in a jungle, barely surviving— she cares for her basic hygiene and cares if she’s dressed in a way that makes her feel comfortable/confident. She’s not obsessed in a “supermodel influencer” way.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
She wouldn’t feel, “incomplete.”
A better word would be, “hurt/unhappy.” She loves investing in a relationship, but she isn’t completely dependent on it.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)
Lara has a tattoo on her back that she got when she was younger. Regrets it, but when you told her you loved it, she began to love it again.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Lara doesn’t like feeling controlled. Also doesn’t like having to deal with someone who’s demeaning and/or dishonest.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
She’s an, “eyes beginning to feel heavy at 10PM,” girl. Can definitely see her being the type to situate herself somewhere and in two minutes she’s dead asleep. More often than not, you’ll have to wake her up and tell her to actually get in bed.
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these anons lately have been a little... presumptuous/overly familiar tbh? like you are someone who chooses to upload parts of your life/work to the internet but that doesn't mean that people are entitled to that content, let alone intimacy? like the whole nickname thing where you stated a reasonable boundary and people kept pressing about why or 'explaining' to you how you could upload something anyway when you explicitly stated you needed rest. idk it rubs me the wrong way and i just wanted to say that i'm sorry you have to put up with it and i hope this heatwave breaks soon
ahh unfortunately yes, some of them have been a little strange recently. i don’t think it helps that internet culture atm is very informal, and especially younger people share a lot constantly and are used to talking and posting sort of nonstop all day- it’s a never ending dialogue.
im a (very introverted) autistic person currently being investigated for a sleep disorder so i am . tired and almost never willing to be 100% online and talking, especially at the moment while im in some sort of general exhausting and hazy flare up. i don’t even have the energy to reply to texts from friends, never mind the anons in my inbox asking why i keep ignoring all their (anonymous) messages 🤡
you’re right in that i like to share parts of my life and work (my job!) but increasingly i seem to have newer sections of my audience (for lack of a better term) who want to see more, want to see everything, want to know everything and it does sit really strangely with me lol. feel like i need a social media therapist because i never intended for this to be my life and im finding it increasingly stressful
it’s just weird because my channel (and whatever else) continues to grow which is cool as a freelancer but increasingly it feels like people forget im literally just a person trying to exist and make something of a life i didnt even expect to still be living at this age lmao. im not a people person or particularly “cute” in my personality im literally just a moody illustrator with chronic sleep deprivation and migraines, slightly confused as to how so many people ended up on my lawn (and seem to want to stay!?)
does that make any sense
#like please stop asking to see my kitchen i literally live in a rented house#no i dont have any new photos of my brother to share#but thank u for your kind words anon#and for helping me talk about something i didn’t know how to address#answers
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Roommates - E.N
(this takes place BEFORE he becomes the riddler. I wanted to write what I thought he would have been like before, so here ya go. metal head, introverted, smoker, emo Edward. lmao. also, I watched Little Miss Sunshine and fucking loved it, highly recommend. ALSO, i realize that it's very unrealistic for a small apartment to have two bedrooms EACH with their own bathrooms, but SHUT UP I DIDN'T THINK ABOUT THAT <3 so pls ignore that in this fic)
Summary: Edward Nashton: a quiet, reserved, heavy metal loving introvert. Y/n: a friendly, outgoing, hyper extrovert. Very different personalities. Though, opposites do attract.
Word Count: 10,797 (guys, what is happening to my fanfics, they are getting so long...is this a good thing?)
Content Warning: Smut, explicit language, hinting of r*pe, hinting of drugging a drink, knife, penetration, corruption kink, virgin!reader, daddy kink (brief), kind of stupid!Reader (that's mean to say but true), dom!Edward, Edward being a HUGE 'simp' for y/n, sub!Reader, praising, ed guides y/n through sex, gentle sex that turns rough later on, fingering, oral fem receiving, aftercare. (There might be grammar mistakes cuz I'm reading this over at 1:30 am, so please cut me some slack I have class in the morning lol. Hopefully the errors aren't too bad. If so, I'm sorry pookies <3 I promise the fic is still good!)
Songs For Inspo:
Kunst - KMFDM
Custer - Slipknot
Sweating Bullets - Megadeth (my FAVORITE metal band, Dave Mustaine ik ur like over 60 but we can figure something out, please u were so hot in the 80's and u still are plssssss...)
Bounce! - System Of A Down (love them sm)
Revenga - System Of A Down (one of my fav songs by them)
Freak On a Leash - Korn (yoNatooRADatEDotRAndat - John Davis in his songs)
Chop Chop Slide - Insane Clown Posse (edward would SO listen to them, not listening to any other opinions. also this song is so funny like its the cupid shuffle but violent.)
Heavy Metal Lover - Lady Gaga
Eddie My Love - The Chordettes
Vacation Bible School - Ayesha Erotica
Daddy AF - Slayyyter (Edward is so daddy AF guys, i don't think u understand fr like i want this man to *censored*)
(picturing Edward Nashton as a metalhead is hot to me and I feel like it is EXTREMELY accurate for his character. Like, he's an introverted lunatic...he definitely loves metal. This is now a personal headcanon of mine.)
~Read Below Cut~
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"Oh, you precious thing..." Edward cooed, reaching down and stroking her hair.
Y/n looked up at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. He chuckled, trailing his hand away from her hair and down to her chin. Gently, he pulled at y/n's bottom lip with his thumb. Y/n squeezed her thighs together.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked sweetly, a hint of desire lacing his tone.
Y/n whimpered, breathing heavily. She didn't even know how to respond to his question. It was so bold and blunt, something that he was able to be with ease. But y/n had a hard time with that, unable to get her thoughts out fully. She nodded, lips forming a pitiful pout as she looked up at him. Edward bent back down to her level, grabbing her leg gently and lifting it up. Slowly, he trailed kisses up her shin, over her knee, and up to the bottom of her thigh. Y/n shivered at the feeling of his lips against her skin.
"Yeah? You want me to fuck you, angel? I need to hear you say it."
"Y-Yes, Eddie, please..." She whined.
He smiled, looking up into her eyes as he planted another kiss on her knee. Edward's eyes were glazed with adoration and love, lust only a small part of the glint. He desired y/n, yes, that was a fact. But, he didn't want her in an animalistic way, no not at all. He so badly wanted to pop her cherry gently, showing her how much he loved her with his body. There was plenty of time for more rough and kinky acts in the future, but you didn't get another chance at your first time. And Edward wanted y/n's first time to be loving, caring, fun, meaningful, and passionate.
"I'll give it to you angel, I promise. I'm going to show you what sex is, what it means, and I'll show you how much I love you through it."
~
-3 months before-
~
Edward heard a knock at the door just barely through the music he had playing. Groaning, he got up from his desk in his bedroom, walking out into the living room. His hair was a mess, black streaks scattered throughout his hair due to a crappy dye job he did. A lit cigarette hung from in between his lips as he opened the door. Grabbing the cig, he held it between his pointer and middle finger. Before him was a young girl, maybe a year younger than him, with a bunch of boxes and a single suitcase. He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Hi! I'm your new roommate! Y/n L/n! We talked over the phone, remember!?" She exclaimed, reaching out and shaking his hand rapidly.
Edward instantly grimaced.
"Oh, how could I forget..." He mumbled.
"These are all my things, is it ok if I come in?" She asked politely, a bright smile on her face.
"Um, yeah. Do you want help carrying your stuff in?" He begrudgingly asked, putting out his cigarette on the ashtray near the door.
"Oh, that would be so nice! Thank you!" Y/n beamed.
Edward started to bring in some boxes, moving them to the spare bedroom. Y/n grabbed a box as well, looking around the apartment. She didn't like that he smoked inside, but she felt better when she noticed he had a window open. She really appreciated that. With a bounce in her step, y/n brought back boxes to her new room. The metal music that Edward was listening to was still playing in the back, fairly loudly.
"You have the same music taste as my dad!" She commented, smiling.
Edward froze in place, box in hand as he looked at her. His face was blank, only a look of confusion in his eyes. Y/n felt herself blush and quickly got back to moving things to her room. Edward rolled his eyes as he placed the last box on her bed. He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at the contents scattered all over the floor.
"You've got a lot of clothes..." He stated.
"They aren't all clothes!" She laughed, finding it amusing that he thought that.
"Then what the hell do you have in these boxes?" He asked, regretting it instantly, because he truthfully did not care.
Y/n looked around for something to open up a cardboard box with. She looked at the desk in her room, smiling when she saw a pencil. Grabbing it, she stabbed it through the tape and Edward flinched, taking a step back. Y/n ripped the tape away with help from the hole she punched in it. She picked it up and angled it slightly so Edward could see the contents. He opened it up, looking inside and raising an eyebrow, glancing back up at y/n. Pulling out a picture, he looked at it and laughed.
"A bunch of cartoon horses?" He asked.
"It's the Mane 6 from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, thank you very much!" She huffed.
"Alright then, well I'm going to leave. Have fun unpacking the things you stole from an 8 year old." He commented before leaving her room.
"That's so rude!"
~
The two of them instantly recognized how different their personalities were. It was a little jarring at first, living with someone who was the complete opposite of them. But, Edward tried to keep to himself a lot. However, y/n found herself becoming more and more interest in Edward. She definitely had a type...
Tall.
Metalhead.
Slightly scary/intimidating.
Looks a little bit homeless.
He checked off all the requirements on y/n's list....
~
-2 weeks after moving in-
~
Y/n's room was fully decorated and furnished. The bed that was already in the room now had pink and white bedsheets with lace on the ends. A bunch of fairly lights were strung about the room and she had all her posters hung up. Shelves were lined with stuffed animals, figurines, and candles. Y/n's room smelled like fruit punch and flowers, if that made any sense. Her room was so cozy and homey, just how she wanted it. Though, most people would say it was too cheery and bubbly for a bedroom. And, those people were dead wrong in y/n's opinion. Y/n was currently listening to music and dancing in her room on top of the fluffy pastel pink rug she had. She was wearing a pair of black leggings that flared at the bottom and a hot pink spaghetti strap tank top. Underneath that she was wearing a white lacy bra. Edward was at work today, so she wasn't worried about the music being too loud.
"Sometimes I wonder if you still wanna fuck me..." She giggled to the lyrics, spinning out of her room.
The white socks she wore caused her to slid across the tiled floor of the kitchen. She swayed her hips back and forth, dancing to the fairly erotic song that was playing. Opening the pantry door, she grabbed a box of cheez-its. Y/n took a bowl from one of the cabinets and poured some of the crackers in. She put the box away and started to snack on the cheez-its. The sound of the front door opening was drowned out by the loud music. Y/n was dancing away, oblivious to the fact that Edward was watching her dance as he put away his keys and coat.
'Well, it's fine because I'm a whore'
'And I sleep with guys just for fun and drugs'
Y/n was still swaying her hips around, jumping up and down slightly. Edward chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets, one of which had a chain dangling next to it. Y/n turned around eyes closed as she sang the lyrics, opening slightly at the end.
"Vacation Bible Schoooo..." She froze, hands in the air.
"Hey." He said, eyes heavy and tired.
The music continued playing in the background, causing Edward to smile slightly. Y/n let her hands fall to her sides, a blush on her face. She cleared her throat, grabbing a cheez-it.
"Hello Edward, nice day outside, right?" She asked, placing the cheez-it in her mouth.
"Yeah, really good day to listen to bimbo music in my kitchen." He commented.
"Shut up."
~
The two roommates had grown tolerable of the other after some time. Y/n was still absolutely obsessed with Edward, finding his mysterious and intimidating nature addicting. Every time he was near her or talked to her, she felt her stomach do backflips. And, Edward was no idiot. He knew how she felt. He was a genius, for sure, but it didn't take a genius to know how y/n felt about him. He didn't want to act on it just yet, even though he felt himself getting feelings for her as well. But, he did enjoy purposefully teasing her. It was a fun little game for him.
~
-1 month after moving in-
~
It was around 10 in the morning and y/n sat on the couch, bundled up in blankets. She was as snug as a bug in a rug. It was her day off from work, and she didn't really have much planned. Because of this, she decided that she would watch a bunch of Pixar movies, starting with Cars. Cars was one of those movies that y/n could watch over and over and never get tired of.
"Where is it...?" Edward mumbled.
Y/n realized that she forgot to tell Edward that she had the day off. It aligned well with his work schedule, as he didn't work today either. She wanted to ask him if he wanted to watch Pixar movies with her. Though, she figured that he would say no, in classic Edward fashion. Y/n looked to her right, ready to ask Edward, but her face flushed instantly. Edward stood in the living room, looking around with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was completely naked, other than the towel of course. His hair was slightly dry, though still damp in most places. Y/n couldn't see his eyes that well because his hair hung in his face, covering most of his face up. Edward looked up, not really reacting when he saw y/n.
"Oh, hey y/n. Aren't you supposed to be at work?" He asked, hand gripping his towel.
"U-Um, today is m-my day off. I meant t-to tell you, but I fo-forgot..." She stuttered.
Edward took in her flustered appearance, knowing the affect he had over her. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, getting it out of his face. Y/n watched with her eyes wide as he continued to walk around the living room.
"Have you seen my shirt? The uh...the...oh the Slayer shirt." He asked.
Edward looked towards y/n, mouth forming an 'o' as he saw the shirt resting on the top of the couch behind her. He walked over, leaning down slowly, making sure to get as close to y/n as possible. Based on how stiff she became, Edward could tell that he was definitely doing a good job at teasing her.
"Here it is. Oh, are you watching Cars? That's a good move. Mind if I watch it with you?" He asked, voice coarse from smoking a cigarette earlier.
"Oh, u-um, sure yeah. I was g-gonna ask you that actually." She mumbled.
"Alright, well I'm going to get changed. I'll be back."
~
Over the next few months, y/n and Edward's attraction to each other grew stronger. Y/n would follow Edward around like a dog after it's owner, and it was extremely apparent to him. One night, y/n decided she would go out to a party with her friends from work. Not wanting to be alone, even though she knew most of the people, she invites Edward.
~
-2 months after moving in-
~
Y/n knocked on Edward's bedroom door, a System Of A Down song playing loudly on his speakers. Shuffling was heard from behind the door, and then the music was turned down, but not too much. The door swung open to reveal Edward, who leaned against the doorframe. He had a very slightly cropped black tank top on with the skull from Megadeth on it, a few small holes ripped in it. His jeans were washed out and a chain dangled from one of his pockets. Y/n could see his happy trail above his belt, and she felt her breath hitch. Edward pushed his glasses up, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"Oh, um...I'm going to a a work friend's party tonight. Just a few drinks and music, stuff like that. I was wondering if you uh, if you might wanna go with me?" She asked, fidgeting with her hands as she looked at the floor.
Edward smirked, noticing how shy y/n was at the moment. It was clear that she desperately wanted him to go with her. He usually didn't like parties, but he couldn't say no to her face. Not when she looked so small in front of him, so needy for his presence at all times. It fed his ego for sure, but it was also nice to be wanted.
"Is there a dress code or some shit?" He asked.
"N-No, I don't think so? If there is then she never mentioned it."
"Ok, then this is what I'm wearing." He said.
"So, does that mean you're coming?" Y/n asked, excitement lacing her voice.
"Sure. I don't have any other plans."
"Yay! I'm going to go get ready right now! We need to leave in 30 minutes!" Y/n squealed, running to her room.
Edward watched her, closing the door to his bedroom a few seconds after. He turned the music off, knowing that they would be leaving soon. Opening his closet, he looked for a jacket to wear over his tank top. Grunting, he grabbed the first one he saw, which was denim. He had patches sewn on it, each from different bands he listened to. He also sewed a bunch of green question marks into it. Shrugging, he slid the jacket on and grabbed a pack of smokes from off his nightstand. His lighter was already in his pocket, so he grabbed his pocket knife and put it in his back pocket. You could never be too safe in Gotham. Even he knew that. As he walked out of his bedroom and closed the door behind him, he wondered about what he just agreed to. If y/n's friends were anything like her, then he would have a headache within the first 5 minutes. Sighing, he grabbed his wallet from off of the table next to the front door and put it in his other front pocket. He could hear music from y/n's room as the shower cut off. A couple seconds later he could hear the hairdryer. Y/n usually liked to take her time getting ready, but if there was a time limit then she could get ready extremely fast. She always liked to be early to everything, which was a good thing. Edward was the same way.
"Can't even drink while I'm there..." He mumbled, realizing that should be prepared to be the designated driver.
After about 10 minutes, y/n came out of her bedroom. She had on a lacy spaghetti strap tank top, it was a soft purple in color. Her pants were ripped denim shorts, which was a good choice since it was summer in Gotham. Y/n's hair was let down, wavy in some places and curly in others, chaotic but cute, just like her. Underneath her hair was a white ribbon that tied into a quaint bow on the top of her head, off-centered on purpose so it wasn't so symmetrical. Blush adorned her cheeks and the tip of her nose. Her eyelashes were accentuated with mascara, a glittery eyeshadow with no color covered her eyelids. Y/n's lips were plumped up with a shiny pink lip-gloss. Edward felt heat rush to his face, and he quickly looked away.
"Ok! I'm done! Just gotta get shoes on!" Y/n cheered, rushing to the door.
Edward stood up, watching her as she bent over and slid on light blue converse. The shoes had tiny gems on the edges, and stickers on the top of it. He remembered when she customized them. He walked in the living room one night to see her hunched over them, it was really amusing. Clearing his throat, he slid his combat boots on. Y/n grabbed her purse and Edward grabbed his car keys.
"You're gonna have to tell me the directions." He said.
"Oh, are you driving?"
"I was hoping we could take my car."
"Aw, but I wanna take my car..." Y/n pouted.
He grunted, closing his eyes shut. Mumbling under his breath he pinched the bridge of his nose. Edward let out a sigh and placed his keys back on the table.
"Ffffine."
"Yay!"
-
Edward was slumped in the passenger seat of y/n's soft pink mini cooper. The interior was light brown leather, and it smelled just like her room, like fruit punch. Tiny little stuffed animals, beanie babies, and squishmallows were in her backseat. One beanie baby, which was a unicorn, was in the corner of her dashboard, in front of Edward. Y/n giggled, turning into the driveway of her friends house. She got out of the car quickly, shutting the door behind her. Edward got out too, hitting his head on the roof of the inside of the car. Wincing, he cursed under his breath. Once he was out he closed the door, hearing y/n lock the door shortly after.
"Your car makes me stick out like a sore thumb." He said.
"Yep! I know! Now, let's go!" Y/n said, skipping to the front door.
Edward shoved his hands in his pockets, following y/n slowly. The only reason he agreed to coming was to make sure y/n was safe. He hated going to parties, and he didn't even know the people, so it was even worse. But, it's hard to say no when y/n gives him puppy dog eyes. Stepping up on the front porch, y/n knocked rapidly on the door, ringing the doorbell twice after. Edward chuckled softly, standing behind her. When the door opened, y/n was practically bouncing in place.
"Oh, y/n! Hey! I was worried you weren't coming!" Her friend said.
"Sorry, Emily, we got stuck in traffic." Y/n said, gesturing to Edward.
Emily looked behind y/n, looking Edward up and down. He looked ominous towering over behind y/n. His eyes were tired and he smelled like leather and pine.
"Oh, you'll have to introduce everyone to him. Me included. But, please, come in! It's really hot outside. We've got AC in here." Emily said, moving aside so they could walk in.
"Thanks Emmy!" Y/n walked inside, Edward following close behind.
With how close Edward was following y/n, you'd think that he'd be scared to leave her side. But, he wasn't. Not even close. He didn't look like a lost puppy, he looked like a rabid attack dog that would maul someone if they breathed a little too hard. He was like a bodyguard following y/n around. Everyone looked towards y/n, smiling when they saw her. At work, y/n was considered the nicest and friendliest person. But, that also led to people taking advantage of her. Asking her to cover shifts, stay late, and even do other peoples jobs. Edward knew about all of this, because y/n would tell him about it. It was sad that she didn't realize it was manipulation. This was partially another reason that Edward came: to make sure that y/n wasn't coerced into doing something for someone. He didn't want to see her come home 3 hours past when her shift ended for the 3rd time this week.
"Hey girl! Oh, who's Mr. Tall, scary, and hostile?" A girl asked.
Edward looked at her, his face emotionless and dull. The girl looked away quickly, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. Y/n smiled as everyone gathered around, it wasn't that many people, maybe 10 people. That was without including her and Edward. Emily was there as well. Placing her hands on Edward's shoulder, y/n shook him lightly, not getting a reaction from him. A few people chuckled, causing Edward to grunt lightly.
"This is my roommate, Edward! I'd be living on the streets without him!"
"Oh, THAT Edward! Y/n talks about you all the time at work!" One guy said, taking a sip of his drink.
Edward smirked slightly, letting it fall as quickly as it appeared. Y/n awkwardly laughed, brushing the comment off.
"Uh, where's the drinks at? I'm parched!" She asked.
"In the kitchen, and outside we have music playing, we have a pool too. Though, I forgot to mention that to everyone. So, only go for a swim if you're ok with not having a change of clothes." Emily laughed.
"I already know someone is going to get so drunk they jump in. And, it won't be me. Maybe." Y/n smiled.
Emily turned to Edward.
"Do you want a drink, Edward?" She asked.
"I'll take a Coke." Was all he said.
"I'll get it for ya!" Y/n smiled, going to the kitchen.
Some people in the house made their way outside, other's sat on the couch in the living room and talked. Edward leaned against the wall that connected to the banister of the staircase. He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched y/n in the kitchen, ignoring basically everyone around him.
"So, what's it like living with y/n?" Emily asked.
Edward raised an eyebrow, breaking eye contact with y/n to look at the fairly tall woman. He shrugged, sighing as he looked up at the ceiling.
"It was jarring at first, she's pretty hyper. But, I'm getting used to it." He replied simply.
"Well, Adam was right earlier. She does talk about you a lot. Don't tell her I said that though." She laughed.
"Uh huh." He mumbled.
Emily took this as a sign to walk away, which Edward greatly appreciated. He was not one for socializing. Hence, why he doesn't like parties. Shortly after, y/n came back from the kitchen. She gave Edward a can of Coke, and took a sip of the drink she got.
"What did you get?" He asked.
"Margarita. Well, a poorly made one. But, a margarita nonetheless." She replied, giggling.
"Alright."
"You wanna go outside?" Y/n asked.
"Sure, I need a smoke anyways." He grunted.
The two of them walked outside, Edward glaring at some of her coworkers as they did so. His glasses caught the reflection of the moon, and he leaned against the outside of the house. Placing his coke down on the porch banister, he pulled out a cigarette. With it between his lips, he lit the end of it and took a drag. He blew smoke to his left, making sure it was going away from the backdoor, not wanting to get smoke inside the host's house. Watching y/n, he noticed her talking to a few people, coworkers no doubt. The sound of crickets and frogs in the summer night comforted Edward and made him feel relaxed. Taking another drag, he blew it to his side again. Y/n had already drank her entire margarita. She came back to the patio and looked at Edward, pointing at her drink.
"Gonna get another!" She said.
He nodded curtly, confused as to why she told him. He wasn't in charge of her. She could do what she wanted. He took another puff from his cigarette. The two guys that y/n was talking to approached him. He raised an eyebrow, looking up at them from his hunched over posture.
"Yeah?" He asked, voice hoarse.
"You're y/n's roommate?" One guy asked.
"Last time I checked." He answered.
"Can you do us a solid?" The other one asked.
Edward didn't answer, only looked at them. The guy on the left elbowed the guy on the right softly, chuckling. Ed took another drag from his cigarette.
"Is she a good fuck?" One of them asked.
"Yeah, she seems like she'd open her legs for a good price." The other commented.
Edward's eyes narrowed as he finished his drag, blowing the smoke directly at them. He mumbled under his breath, something about how gross they were. The two men coughed, trying to wave away the smoke. Edward straightened his posture, fixing his glasses that were slightly crooked.
"What the fuck, man?" One guy asked.
"That was a dick move!" The other said.
Edward put his cigarette out on the bottom of his boots. He glanced to his left and saw an ashtray on the banister. He dropped the cigarette in there. Noticing he had a few ashes on the tips of his fingers, he brushed them off on the shirts of the two guys.
"Mhm." He grunted, walking away from them and going inside.
Edward didn't bother saying anything to the two men, it would be a waste of his breath. But, he did know that he didn't want y/n to be anywhere near those cretins. He went to the kitchen, seeing y/n pour herself another margarita. Walking up to her, Edward tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around, take a huge gulp of her drink, smiling wide at him after.
"Hi Eddie!" She giggled.
"How many drinks have you had?"
"Well...th-this is my 4th one..." She hiccupped.
"I see. Well, I think it's getting late. We should head back home." He said.
Just as he said that, one of y/n's coworkers walked up to the kitchen counter. She leaned over, propping her elbows up and letting her cleavage show. Edward looked at her and rolled his eyes, looking back at y/n.
"Hey girly~ tell me about your friend here. He seems interesting." She winked at him.
"Oh! W-Well-"
"I'm not interested." He replied curtly.
The girl scoffed, standing up. She mumbled under her breath.
'Prick.'
Edward looked back at y/n, seeing that she was absolutely wasted. He sighed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. The two men from early walked in and Edward glared at them. Leading y/n to the living room, he whispered down in her ear discreetly.
"We need to leave, ok? I'll tell you why when we get in your car."
She nodded, unsure of why Edward wanted to leave so bad. But, after living with him for a little over 2 months, she trusted him. Y/n glanced over her shoulder and saw two guys staring at her. She looked back at Edward and he nodded subtly. Y/n took this as a signal to say bye to her coworkers.
"H-Hey guysss, it's g-getting late. I think weee're gonna go hooome." She said, smiling drunkenly.
"Aw, already? It's only been an hour since you got here! Stay longer, you're always the life of the party!" One girl with a braid said.
Edward squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, knowing how easily she was influenced by her coworkers. She fidgeted with the hem of her tank top, drinking the rest of her margarita. She shook her head.
"N-No, sorry..."
"Ok, well, before you leave, do you think you can cover a shift for me this weekend? I know you don't work weekends, but I have a concert to go to and I really don't want to miss it." A guy said.
"Well, I-I sup-pose..."
Y/n looked up at Edward, seeing that he was watching the two guys in the kitchen. They were eyeing up y/n, and y/n finally noticed that. She shook her head.
"No, I can't. We-We're leaving nowww, bye everyone." She slurred.
Before anyone could say anything, Edward made sure y/n had her purse on her and they left the living room. He guided her to the front door, watching the two guys as he opened up the door for her. He quickly followed her, closing the door and helping her go down the steps. Edward opened up the passenger door for her, making sure she buckled herself in. He groaned before getting in the driver seat of the pastel pink mini cooper. He felt like a giant in the vehicle.
"Who were those two guys?" He asked, buckling up and backing out of the driveway.
"J-Josh and Aaron..." She stuttered.
"Don't ever talk to them at work. Don't ever accept anything from them and do your best to not work a shift alone with them." He demanded, his tone serious and instructive.
Y/n nodded.
"W-Why?" She asked.
Edward sighed, gripping the steering wheel as he put the blinker on. He turned left and glanced quickly at y/n.
"They asked me a very disgusting question about you. And then they made a gross comment on you." He said.
"Like w-what?" She asked.
Edward scoffed, stopping at a red light.
"Well, one of them asked me if you were a good fuck. And then the other one said that you seemed like you'd open your legs up for a good price." He said through gritted teeth.
Y/n went quiet, giggling drunkenly. Edward didn't understand why she found it amusing. But, he assumed that she was just drunk and laughing it off. Deep down, it probably made her very uncomfortable.
"I've n-never even fucked anyone bef-fore." She hiccupped.
Edward found this comment surprising. He figured a beautiful girl like her would have had plenty of sexual encounters. But, here he was, being proved wrong. Still, he shrugged and turned onto their block.
"Don't let them know that. Knowing how creepy they are, they'll probably find a way to twist that and sexualize you in ways no one ever should. They seem like the kind of people to fantasize about...taking advantage of you..." He said, shuddering at the thought, the words feeling like poison on his tongue.
Y/n mumbled to herself, staring out the window. Edward sighed, pulling into the parking garage of their apartment building. Parking the car, he got out and closed his door. Walking around the car, he opened up y/n's door and helped her get out. She groaned, the salt from the rim of her margarita cup stuck to the corners of her lips. Edward huffed, letting y/n hold onto his arm for stability. She was absolutely hammered. It was clear that she could not hold her drink well. Locking the car, Edward put the keys in his pocket and helped y/n up the stairs. When they reached their apartment, Edward unlocked the door and opened it up. Y/n went straight for the bathroom and Edward heard her gag over the toilet. Sliding off his boots, he hung his denim jacket up and picked up y/n's shoes that she removed when running to the bathroom. He walked to the kitchen, grabbing a sticky note from off the counter and picked up the pen next to it. Scribbling something down, he slapped the note onto the door of the fridge.
'Josh/Aaron=shit'
He grinned, proud of the little reminder he posted up. When the two of them needed to remember something, or communicate with the other, they would leave post-it notes on the fridge. It was usually used to let the other know if there was no milk left, or if a certain food was theirs. But, this worked good too. Edward walked to the bathroom, knocking on the door. Y/n didn't respond, but he heard a flush. The faucet of the sink ran for a little while, and then the door opened up. Y/n's mascara ran down her face slightly.
"You ok?" He asked.
"Y-Yeah...just wanna go to bed..." She mumbled, tears forming in her eyes.
Edward watched as she went to her bedroom, about to turn around to go to his own. Her meek voice caused him to stop, looking back towards her.
"Th-thank you for getting me out of there. I d-don't know why I hang out with those people..." She sniffled.
"Don't thank me, y/n. That's the whole reason I went."
"What reason?"
Edward grinned, pulling out the pocket knife he had in his back pocket. Y/n's eyes widened slightly and she blushed subtly. She felt butterflies in her stomach at the sight.
"To make sure you were safe."
~
After that incident, y/n felt safer with Edward than she had ever felt with anyone else in her life. Her fascination with Edward turned into full love. Edward felt love towards y/n as well, feeling the urge to protect her at all times. What started off as two roommates finding each other annoying, had evolved into love and adoration. One night, Edward notices how shy y/n is around him. She tells him that she has feelings for him, and he listens to every word of it.
~
-3 months after moving in-
~
Y/n sighed, a pen and paper on her desk as she sketched away. She couldn't get his eyes out of her head. His dark, tired, mysterious eyes that hid behind his messy bangs. She giggled as she remembered seeing him in only a towel, recalling how it made her stomach do backflips. A knock at her door snapped her out of her thoughts, causing her to turn down the music that played from her speaker. It was her playlist she listened to when she was in a really happy mood, so basically, it was music that Edward wouldn't listen to. She looked in the mirror, making sure her hair was cute. She was wearing a peachy color oversized t-shirt that she got from a thrift store. It ended just in the middle of her thighs, hiding the cream colored panties she was wearing. Opening the door, she looked up at Edward who stood before her. A dark olive green tank top covered his chest, his arms on display, and a pair of flannel pants hid his legs away. The black socks he wore contrasted heavily against her pink ones.
"Hey, Eddie. D-Do you need something? Is my music too loud?" She asked, feeling sheepish.
"Huh? Oh, no it's not. Uh, I was wondering if you had anything to eat yet? I haven't had something to eat, so I figured I'd just order some pizza or some shit." He said, stretching his arms upwards, revealing his happy trail.
Y/n's eyes trailed down slightly, but quickly flicked back up to his own. She shook her head, clearing her throat. Edward tilted his head to the side slightly.
"Uh, no. I haven't had anything to eat yet. P-Pizza sounds good." She stuttered, trying to hide the notebook that she was drawing by blocking it from his vision.
Edward noticed how awkward she was being, and decided to make it worse, just for fun. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and walked in y/n's room. Sitting down on her bed, he was careful not to sit on any stuffed animals. Last time he did that she nearly ripped his face off. Y/n shyly sat back at her desk, trying to ignore the fact that he was ordering food in her room. However, she took advantage of this and took occasional glances at his eyes, using them as references to get a more accurate drawing of his eyes. Edward watched as she scribbled away, placing the order over the phone. Once it was placed, he hung up and slid the phone back into his pocket. Getting up from the bed, he walked over and looked over y/n's shoulder.
"They said it'll be at least 15 minutes." He briefly explained.
Y/n flinched when she realized he was behind her. Frozen in place, she watched in terror as Edward picked up the notebook, looking at the sketches of his eyes. He chuckled, placing the notebook back down.
"Those are pretty good, you really captured how tired I look all the time." He said, being serious about his compliment.
"Th-Thank you..." She stuttered.
Her heart felt like it was about to burst with him standing behind her. Slowly, she turned around in the chair and stood up. Edward watched as she walked to her bed, picking up a hello kitty plush and fidgeting with it. She looked nervous, and Edward had a good idea as to why. Y/n sat on the edge of her bed, watching as Edward leaned against the wall that was directly in front of her.
"Um, E-Edward?" She asked.
"Uh huh?"
"There's something I need to tell you..."
He nodded, grabbing y/n's chair from her desk. Pulling it towards him, he sat in it, getting close to her. She felt her heart race, the moment feeling intimate with him being in front of her. Letting out a shaky breath, y/n fidgeted with the plush in her lap.
"W-When I first moved in with you...I was really skeptical..." She started.
He listened intently, spreading his legs slightly as he leaned back into the chair. Y/n swallowed, her throat suddenly feeling dry. His presence was enough to make y/n feel anxious.
"But, I c-couldn't help but notice that I had f-feelings...for you..." She mumbled.
"Oh really?" He asked, not surprised at all.
"Y-Yeah...I think I...I think I love you...Edward..."
He nodded, his glasses glinting from the fairy lights that were hung in y/n's room. She anxiously awaited his response. Her eyes stayed on him as he stood up, pushing the chair back to where he got it from. Taking a few steps, he stood directly in front of y/n. Sighing, he knelt down, looking up at her as he gently held her hands in his.
"I know you love me, y/n. I've known for a while. I've felt the same." He said, rubbing over her knuckles with his thumbs.
Y/n's eyes widened and she felt heat rush to her cheeks. She was stunned by his gentle demeanor, not used to it. He was usually gruff and blunt. Sure, he could be nice and caring every now and then, but this time he was being vulnerable.
"You mean..."
"Yes, y/n. I love you, too." He reassured, kissing her hand.
Y/n gasped softly, unable to comprehend what was happening before her. She watched as he reached his hand up slowly, cupping the side of her face in his palm. He hummed to himself, the music that played softly in the background providing a nice ambience, even if it was y/n's hyperpop music.
"I don't know how else to ask you, y/n, so I'll just say it." He said, sitting up, meeting her eye line.
"Will you be my girlfriend? I probably made that sound like we're in middle school, but whatever." He chuckled.
Y/n nodded frantically.
Edward smiled, looking down at her lips. Brushing his thumb over them, he sighed. Y/n looked at his as well, wondering how they would feel against hers.
"May I kiss you?" He asked.
"Yes, please."
Leaning in, he tilted his head slightly. His lips met with y/n's in a soft embrace. His hand held the sides of her face gently as y/n's slithered around his neck. She sighed in delight as he pulled away, completely enamored with his entire being.
"You're so heavenly, y/n. My angel on earth." He cooed, dimples showing as he smiled.
"Oh, Edward..." Y/n giggled.
"Why don't you and I go watch a movie while we wait for the pizza, hm?" He asked.
"That sounds good. What movie?" Y/n asked, grabbing Edward's hand as he helped her up.
Y/n tossed the hello kitty plush back on the bed. Turning off the music that was playing, she followed her boyfriend out of the room. Edward thought for a moment, running a hand through his hair. As they walked, y/n caught whiff of his scent and nearly melted. She hated the smell of smoke, but when it came from Edward mixed with pine, leather, and green tea, she couldn't resist.
"Let's watch a horror movie, is that ok with you?"
Y/n nodded.
"I love horror movies, I had a huge crush on Stu Macher for a long time. Still kinda do..."
"Oh, you're one of those girls." He winked.
Y/n blushed, sticking her tongue out at him. The two of them sat down on the couch, the only light in the room coming from the fairy lights that y/n convinced Edward to hang on the wall behind the T.V. Y/n snuggled against his chest, feeling him sigh under her touch. He rested his hand on her thigh as he wrapped his around around her. Y/n watched as Edward put on Friday The 13th. As the movie played, y/n giggled, the feeling vibrating through Edward's chest.
"What's so funny, squirt?" He asked.
"Nothing, I just can't believe we're dating now. I'm just super happy!"
"I'm happy too, angel." He cooed, kissing the top of her head.
A knock on the door made them both look away from the T.V. Edward got up, letting y/n stay on the couch. He smiled as he saw her watching the movie from the corner of his eye as he opened the door. Flipping through his wallet, he pulled out 15 dollars, 10 dollars for the pizza and 5 as a tip. He always tipped people who worked in customer service. Edward was a really friendly person, but he looked like he could rip your throat out. So, the pizza delivery guy was quick to leave. He looked at y/n and faked a surprised face as he showed her the pizza, y/n giggled and got up from the couch. Edward placed the box on the kitchen table.
"Go ahead and start eating, I'm gonna get some water. Do you want some?" He asked.
"Oh, yes please!"
Edward poured two glasses of water, bringing them back to the table and placing them down. He looked at the T.V and chuckled, looking at y/n as she took a bite of pizza.
"Honestly, if I was a killer and I saw a naked woman in the woods, I'd run away. Do you know how awkward that would be? Like, 'Hey, I know you're basically naked but I kinda wanna kill you...so...you ok with that?' Like, how do you handle that?" He asked.
"Yeah, you're right! That's so weird. I don't care who you are, if you see a naked person in the woods, you're gonna be a little thrown off." She agreed.
The two of them continued to watch the movie, eating their pizza as they did so. Edward stole occasional glances at y/n, smiling every time she laughed or reacted to the movie. Every thing she did made his heart swell. Once he finished eating and y/n finished eating, Edward cleaned up their mess, even though y/n offered to do it. The movie came to an end as Edward finished cleaning up, and y/n gave him a kiss on the cheek. He repeated the gesture, saying good night before he walked to his room. Y/n grabbed his hand, frowning as she looked at him. He chuckled and tilted his head to the side.
"What's wrong, angel?"
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"To bed...?"
"Well, um, can you sleep with me tonight?" She mumbled sheepishly.
Edward smirked, nodding as he embraced her in a hug. Y/n smiled and pulled away, running to her room quickly. Humming to himself, Edward turned off all the lights that were still on, turning the T.V off as well. He did a double check of all the windows of the apartment and the front door, making sure they were closed and locked up.
"Eddie, come on! I moved my stuffed animals for you!" She called.
"I'm coming angel, just double checking things." He said, walking to y/n's room.
Stepping inside, he saw that y/n moved all of the stuffed animals on the bed to the corner of her room, all in a pile. However, she did leave a worn out rabbit on the bed, something from her childhood. Edward had to admit, her bed looked extremely cozy with all the fluffy blankets and plump pillows she had. Y/n went into her bathroom, brushing her teeth. Edward forgot about that, and quickly went to his bathroom to do the same. Once he came back, he saw that y/n laid flat across the bed, head hanging off the other side. She was stretching her back out in a comical way. Smirking to himself, Edward crouched down and attacked her thighs with kisses. Y/n shrieked and shot up instantly. Edward looked up at her from his position on the ground, watching her face turn red. The subtle muscles in his arms were flexed from how his arms were propped up. Y/n couldn't help but stare at them, squeezing her thighs together at the sight. Edward noticed and raised an eyebrow, finding the movement to be curious. Testing it, he pushed himself up with his hands, making sure to flex his arms as he did so, and lo and behold, y/n couldn't look away. Chuckling, Edward looked down at her thighs and hummed at how gently she rubbed them together.
"What are you doing there, hun?" He asked.
Y/n looked away, blushing. Firmly, yet softly, Edward moved her chin to force her to look at him. His eyes were soft as he looked into hers, seeing how nervous she was.
"You just...you make me feel hot. And I get..." She trailed.
Edward placed his hands on her thighs, looking up at her for approval. She nodded, breath hitching as he spread her legs slightly. His expression was understanding, knowing that y/n never did anything sexual with someone before. He wasn't sure if she had done anything to herself, she obviously knew about being turned on, so most likely she has.
"...wet?" He finished smoothly.
Y/n nodded, face beet red as she watched him massage her thighs. He planted a kiss on her inner thigh, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin. Edward could feel her shiver under his touch and it drove him wild. Standing up slowly, he looked down at her. Her little bambi eyes gazed up in his baggy eyes. He brought his hand down and stroked her hair.
"You make me so...hot and bothered, Eddie. I just...please..." She sighed desperately.
"Oh, you precious thing..." Edward cooed, reaching down and stroking her hair.
Y/n's eyes were wide and her mouth was slightly agape. He chuckled, trailing his hand away from her hair and down to her chin. Gently, he pulled at y/n's bottom lip with his thumb. Y/n squeezed her thighs together once again.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked sweetly, a hint of desire lacing his tone.
Y/n whimpered, breathing heavily. She didn't even know how to respond to his question. It was so bold and blunt, something that he was able to be with ease. But y/n had a hard time with that, unable to get her thoughts out fully. She nodded, lips forming a pitiful pout. Edward bent back down to her level, grabbing her leg gently and lifting it up. Slowly, he trailed kisses up her shin, over her knee, and up to the bottom of her thigh. Y/n shivered at the feeling of his lips against her skin.
"Yeah? You want me to fuck you, angel? I need to hear you say it."
"Y-Yes, Eddie, please..." She whined.
He smiled, looking up into her eyes as he planted another kiss on her knee. Edward's eyes were glazed with adoration and love, lust only a small part of the glint. He desired y/n, yes, that was a fact. But, he didn't want her in an animalistic way, no not at all. He so badly wanted to pop her cherry gently, showing her how much he loved her with his body. There was plenty of time for more rough and kinky acts in the future, but you didn't get another chance at your first time. And Edward wanted y/n's first time to be loving, caring, fun, meaningful, and passionate.
"I'll give it to you angel, I promise. I'm going to show you what sex is, what it means, and I'll show you how much I love you through it."
Y/n breathed heavily, watching as he stood back up. Glancing out of y/ns room, he looked back at her.
"I need to get something, hun. I'll be right back." He said.
Y/n watched as he left the room, hearing him opening drawers in his own. She took this as an opportunity to catch her breath, even though she figured she'd lose it again within a few minutes. As Edward came back in the room, y/n saw that he had a condom in his hand.
"If I'm going to take your virginity, I'm going to be safe about it." He said.
Y/n smiled at him, appreciating how thoughtful and responsible he was being. She would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. But, knowing that Edward would be the one popping her cherry, she felt comfortable. Safe. In the right hands.
"Are you sure you want to do this, angel? If it's something you don't want, then I won't do it. I don't need sex from you, I'm happy just being in love with you." He said.
"Y-Yes, Ed. I'm sure. I want this. I want to do this with you." She reassured.
Edward nodded as he placed the condom on the nightstand. In one fluid motion, he removed his tank top, his bare chest on display. Y/n shivered as he let his pants fall to the ground as well. The bulge in his boxers was evident, and it caused her eyes to widen. Sitting down next to her, he patted his lap. Y/n took the invitation gladly, straddling his lap. Edward brushed a piece of hair out of her face, looking deep into her eyes.
"You're so beautiful, you know that?"
Y/n blushed, about to say something before being cut off by Edward's lips. She melted into the kiss, hooking her arms around his neck. His hands trailed down from her shoulders to her lower back. Sliding his hand under her shirt, he rubbed circles into her skin.
"Have you ever been given oral, angel? It's ok if you haven't." He said.
Y/n shook her head.
"Do you want it?"
She nodded quickly, the idea of Edward's lips over her pussy making her whimper softly. He smiled, kissing her forehead before gently flipping her over on her back. Letting her legs hang over the edge of the bed, Edward closed her legs, hooking his thumbs under the fabric of her panties. Y/n sat up, holding his hands in place. Looking up at her, he cooed.
"Honey, I'm not going to judge you. You're perfect just the way you are."
Y/n nodded, releasing her grip on Edward's hands. Propping herself up on her elbows, he watched as Edward pulled her panties off, placing them beside her on the bed. With his palms, he spread open her legs, looking at her center. He let out a shaky breath, kissing her thighs.
"Just like I figured. Perfect." He said.
Leaning forward, Edward let his breath fan against her soaked core. She shivered, hips bucking simply from his breath. Slowly, he let his tongue roll out of his mouth, placing it against her. Y/n moaned and gripped the sheets. Letting her get used to the feeling, he massaged her hips. After a few moments, he licked a stripe in between her folds. When she bucked her hips again, he held her legs down firmly. Edward began to suck at her clit, tongue flicking over it occasionally. He was fluid with his movements, making sure it wasn't too overwhelming for her. Y/n reached down and tugged at Edward's hair, signaling for him to stop. Groaning at the sensation, he pulled away from her legs. His lips glistened with her arousal, wiping it off with his thumb before licking it off. Y/n was panting heavily, face flushed.
"You did so good, angel. How did that feel?" He asked, rubbing her thighs softly.
"S-So good..." She gasped.
"I'm glad, darling. Are you ready for more?" He asked.
Swallowing a lump in her throat, she nodded. Her thighs were coated in her slick and Edward's saliva. It served as a lubrication for Edward as he gently slid his finger between her folds, letting it coat his finger with the wetness.
"Ok, I'll be slow. You'll probably feel a small stretch, ok? I'm just going to use one finger." He explained.
"Ok, Eddie. I trust you."
Just like he said, he slowly pushed his pointer finger inside of her. Wanting her to slowly adjust, he only went down to his first knuckle. Y/n whimpered, the sensation a new feeling to her. Edward pushed in to his second knuckle, causing y/n to gasp. After a few more seconds, he slid his entire finger inside her. Y/n's back arched.
"How's that feel? Does it hurt, baby?" He checked.
"N-No, just pressure...so good...m-more?" She asked.
"You want more, are you sure?"
"Yes!" She cried.
Obliging, Edward slid his middle finger inside of her. Y/n yelped, panting as he slowly pumped in and out of her. The pace was slow enough that she could handle it but not too fast to where it hurt. It was perfect, almost like he knew her body inside and out. He smirked.
"Can I do something?" He asked.
Y/n nodded.
Edward stretched his fingers out in a scissoring motion, watching y/n squeal and arch her back. He reveled in the sight of her pleasure, slowly repeating the motion as he pumped inside of her. After she got used to it, he pulled out, laughing at her whines. She grabbed his hand, putting it back between her legs. He pulled it away, shaking his head.
"Angel, don't you want me? Or, are you still not ready for it?" He asked, lifting her shirt up slightly and placing a kiss on her tummy.
"N-No, I want it! 'M just nervous..." She mumbled.
"Aw, pretty girl. I told you I'd be gentle with you. I'm going to take good care of you, I promise you. You just need to trust me, angel."
Y/n nodded.
"Ok, but if I say stop you'll stop right?" She asked.
"Of course, sweetheart."
She smiled, feeling better about what was to come. Edward gently picked her up, placing her head down on her pillow. Reaching over to his side, he grabbed the condom off the nightstand. Y/n grabbed the hem of her shirt, looking up at Edward.
"Only if you want to, y/n." He said.
She nodded, slowly lifting it up over her head. Y/n tossed it to the side. Edward looked down at her as he straddled her lap. His eyes scanned her chest, leaning down and placing kisses over it.
"You're so beautiful, y/n. I mean that." He said, in awe of the woman below him.
Y/n leaned forward, grabbing onto the waistband of Edward's boxers. He smiled at her eagerness. Nodding, he let her pull them down. Her eyes widened as his dick popped out, causing her breath to hitch. She swallowed a lump in her throat. Leaning forward, she opened her mouth. Laughing, Edward pushed her back gently. Sliding his boxers off completely, he dropped them on the ground.
"No, not tonight y/n. Tonight is about you. You're all I care about tonight." He hummed.
She nodded, watching as he opened up the wrapper for the condom. Placing the trash on the night stand, Edward rolled the condom over his dick. He hissed at the contact, twitching in his hand. Y/n shuddered at the thought of it inside of her. But, it also exhilarated her.
"Are you ready, angel? If you've changed your mind, that's perfectly fine."
"Eddie, please, I need you..." She whined.
Shivering, he nodded and lined himself up with her. He propped himself up on his right arm, cupping y/n's face with his left hand. He counted down from 3, making sure y/n wasn't caught off guard. Groaning, he slowly slid inside of her, only pushing the tip inside. Y/n moaned, reaching up and hooking her fingers in his hair.
"Oh, fuck. Angel, you're so tight. A-Are you ok...?" He asked.
Y/n nodded, taking deep breaths.
"Y-Yeah, I'm ok. Keep going, j-just slow. I want it all..."
Edward nodded, doing as she said. Slowly, his dick pushed inside her, inch by inch. The feeling of her walls stretching around him made him roll his eyes back, burying his face into the crook of her neck. He whimpered in her ear, lifting y/n up slightly so he could wrap his arms around her. Y/n whined as she felt him twitch inside of her.
"L-Let me know when you want me to move, baby." He panted.
Edward stilled inside of her, kissing her neck delicately. His heart fluttered as he felt her pulse around him. He had had sex with people before, but it never felt meaningful. So, right now, in this moment, Edward felt absolutely enamored with the girl below him. His girlfriend. He wanted to show her how much he loved her, and he wanted it to be exactly what she wanted it to be. He wasn't the type to listen to anyone, but he would do anything y/n asked. He would do anything for his angel.
"E-Eddie...I'm ready, please." She panted.
Edward nodded, slowly pulling back and pushing inside of her. Each thrust was gentle and loving, not wanting to be too harsh with her. Y/n moaned underneath him, tightening around him as he kept a steady pace. Scratching at his back, y/n groaned.
"I want it faster, please!" She pleaded.
Edward knew he was going slow, but he was worried about hurting her. Moaning, he picked up his pace, hips slapping against hers. Y/n continued to moan underneath him, begging and crying for more. She wanted it faster and harder. Propping himself up on both of his hands, he hovered over her.
"Are you sure, angel? I don't want to hurt you."
"Eddie, I'm sure. Please, I wanna cum! Please! I need you so bad, Eddie please..." She whined, her voice desperate and pitiful.
He let out a guttural groan as he reared back and rutted up into her. Edward watched as her eyes rolled back, scratching at his shoulder blades. His mouth opened slightly as he maintained his harsh pace, whimpering at the sound of her moans and whines.
"Oh f-f-fuck!" Y/n cried out.
"Y-You like this? Does it f-feel good, angel?"
"Oh, fuck, yes d-daddy!"
Edward's eyes widened, a pathetic moan leaving his lips. That name sounded so sinful leaving her mouth. It was laced with a sweet honey that Edward couldn't get enough of. Moaning, he grabbed her hips and quickened his pace.
"I-I'm g-gonna...I think I'm..." She gasped.
"That's good, angel. I'll get you there. H-How do you wanna cum, baby?" He asked in between sloppy thrusts.
"M-Mouth..." Was all she said.
Edward pulled out of her, dropping to his knees off the bed. He pulled her close to him, cupping his mouth over her pussy. Lapping hungrily at her core, he buried his tongue inside of her. Y/n moaned, arching her back as she gripped at his hair. Pulling away, Edward put a finger inside of her, curling it inside of her.
"That's it, cum for me baby. You've got it..." He cooed.
As if on command, y/n let out a loud and erotic moan as her orgasm washed over her. She whimpered as Edward swallowed every bit of her climax, not wanting to waste a single drop. It smeared over his face as he buried his face between her thighs. He acted like he hadn't eaten food in weeks, and her arousal was the only sustenance he could get. It went down his throat like a sweet honey and he wanted more and more. But when there was no more, he pulled away, a string of saliva from her pussy attached to his bottom lip. It broke as he stood up and looked down at y/n. The sight of her naked and run through was enough to bring him to his own orgasm. He groaned, bending over and gripping onto the sheets for stability as he pumped his hot load into the condom. Panting, he let it ride out, a shiver running down his spine when it went away. Pulling the condom off, he tied it and tossed it in the waste bin near y/n's night stand. His glasses were fogged up and he was breathing heavily. Using his fingers, he cleared his glasses and leaned down, kissing the top of y/n's head.
"Ok, I'm gonna pick you up now. Is that ok?" He asked.
She nodded, holding out her arms so it was easier for him. Y/n wasn't the only one who was utterly exhausted from the events that played out. Grunting, Edward placed y/n on the counter top in her bathroom. Grabbing a wash cloth, he dampened it and gently wiped away her climax off his face. After that, he cleaned off the arousal and spit that was smeared over her thighs. Once that was done, he left washed his hands. While he did this, he yawned.
"Make sure you go to the bathroom, ok?"
"M'kay, Eddie."
"I'm gonna get you a new pair of underwear. I'll wait in bed for you, angel. I just want to make sure you're taken care of first." He said.
Leaving the bathroom, Edward closed the door behind him. Grabbing his boxers, he put them back on. Yawning, he didn't even bother with trying to find his tank top as he went to y/n's dresser. Opening different drawers, he looked until he found the one with y/n's underwear. He was surprised to see she had lacey panties, but he didn't pick one of those. Looking through, found one pair that looked like it would be the most comfortable. He grabbed y/'s shirt from off the floor and placed them on the bed. He groaned, realizing that he needed to brush his teeth.
"Hey angel, I'm going to brush my teeth again ok?"
"Wow, did I taste that bad?" She joked.
"Haha." He mumbled to himself as he went to his bedroom.
He was quick with brushing his teeth, wanting to get under the covers with y/n. Rinsing his mouth out of the toothpaste, he left his room and came back to y/n's. He was happy to see that she put on the clothes he laid out and got in bed. He closed the bedroom door behind him.
"Do you sleep with those lights on?" He asked, gesturing to the fairy lights that hung around her room.
She nodded. Edward smiled and turned off the main bedroom light, leaving the fairy lights on. Feeling cold, he was quick to get in bed behind y/n, drawing her close to his chest. She turned around, nuzzling into his chest.
"That was amazing, Edward." Y/n smiled.
"I'm really glad I could do that for you, y/n. I wanted it your first time to be special."
"Well, it was. You made me feel so comfortable. You talked me through the whole thing, I really appreciated that. I was super nervous."
"Of course I guided you through it, I wasn't going to leave you in the dark."
"You're so sweet..."
"By the way, no, you did not taste bad. Quite the opposite actually." He hummed.
"Yeah, you were acting like it was a four course meal." She giggled.
"Uh, cause it was. Speaking of, I didn't get any desert. Can I snack on a couple of your fingers? I'll leave you your pinkies." He joked, opening his mouth, about to put her fingers in his mouth.
"What?! No! You weirdo!" She laughed, snatching her hand away from him.
He scoffed, rolling on his back and staring at the ceiling. Crossing his arms over his chest, he mumbled to himself, pretending to be mad. Y/n rolled her eyes, resting her head on his bare chest. Humming, he stroked her hair.
"Fine. I won't eat your fingers. Yet..."
"Mmm, well give me a heads up when you're about to, ok? I'd like to say good bye to them." He said.
"Are you really that attached to your fingers?" He asked.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I? They let me grab things."
"True. That's a good point. Well, how about I just give a you a kiss. I think that'll be a good desert."
"Hmm, I guess that's ok." She giggled.
Edward rolled his eyes as he kissed her gently. Humming to himself, he held her close to him, rubbing her back. She sighed, warmth flooding her body as he embraced her. Both of their eyes grew heavy as they felt comfort in each other's presence.
"I love you, Eddie."
"I love you too, y/n."
~
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