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meenatranslates · 9 months

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[SR] Sakyo | Courier Rabbit

Those brats... I’ve told them to do it seriously, but this is some crazy instruction. I’ll give them a lecture after this.

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All-out Easter Etude! - Part 1

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*Director's default name as Izumi

―Entrance (Night)―

Izumi: I’m home~.

Sakyo: Oh, you just came home too, huh.

Izumi: Yeah! Good work for today, Sakyo-san.

―(Lounge)―

Sakyo: We’re back.

Kazunari: Welcome home~.

Izumi: What’re you all doing here?

Sakuya: We’re doing preparations for Easter event!

Sakyo: Oh, the one that Miyoshi proposed?

Kazunari: Yeah, that one! It’s kinda tiring to prep for it tho, cuz there’ll be tons of different games~.

Izumi: Are you guys making easter eggs?

Azami: Kinda, but not really. The egg inside has a piece of paper with instruction written on it.

Izumi: Instruction?

Kazunari: I call this game, “Simon Says Easter Eggs Hunt”!

Sakyo: What kind of game is that?

Sakuya: It’s like a scavenger hunt. The contestants must pick up an egg and follow the instruction written on the paper inside.

Taichi: Sakyo-nii will be the rep of Autumn Troupe for this contest!

Sakyo: What? Since when did you decide on that?

Azami: You weren’t there for the event selection ‘cause you had some errands to do. You even said it yourself, “Go ahead and decide for me”.

Sakyo: Oh, that time... It’s my bad for not listening but you should’ve told me if you’ve decided already.

Taichi: Sorry, Sakyo-nii!

Izumi: It doesn’t seem like there’s that much progress though...

Sakuya: Actually, we all had trouble coming up with challenges to write on the paper.

Kazunari: We need some decent amount of them~.

Azami: And it won’t be good to have many identical ones too.

Sakyo: Perhaps it’d be better to go for a different direction that’s not too biased and easy to think about.

Izumi: Oh, how about writing a theme for an etude? It might be a bit different from an instruction though.

Sakuya: That’s a good idea!

Taichi: It’s fitting for us actors!

Azami: Etude themes... Anyone got any idea?

Kazunari: Here, here! I just thought of one!

“A person who frantically waves his hand for a taxi in a heavy rain at midnight, but the taxi is actually a police car”!

Sakyo: What the hell...

Sakuya: That’s very sad...!

Azami: How surreal.

Taichi: But thanks to Kazu-kun, we’ve got some idea of the direction! We just gotta think of themes like that!

Kazunari: Alrighty~, I’m gonna come up with lots of ideas~!

Sakyo: You better not just think of weird stuff.

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All-out Easter Etude! - Part 2

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Taichi: What about this one!

“A rabbit who is wary of the surroundings to monopolize its favourite carrot”!

Izumi: Nice, you included an Easter element!

Sakuya: Mine is... “An Easter egg who is sad for not getting any paint”. How is it?

Kazunari: Super interesting, Saku-saku!

Oh! I got one more idea... “A frog who wants to be reborn as a boba”!

Azami: Are we having a surreal story fest now?

Sakyo: ...Cut that out, you brats. Take this more seriously, will you!

Taichi: Eek! I’m sorry~!

Sakuya: We didn’t mean to play around...!

Kazunari: I guess it’d be a problem if we put any strange themes in this game since Frooch-san’s gonna be in it~.

Sakyo: That’s not what I meant. If it’s etude, we’ll do it seriously. I’m just telling you to think more properly.

Azami: Properly, you say... In that case, an interesting theme that we don’t usually see might be better.

Sakyo: Hey, what’re you up to now?

Azami: Nothing.

Izumi: Now, now. You don’t have to be that angry.

🌸CHOICE 1: Make the event more exciting

They just wanna make the event more exciting, that’s all.

Sakyo: I know that.

But what if the game stops because the contestants have difficulty with a theme like the one just now?

They’d be sluggish and everything will be a mess from that point onwards.

Izumi: Sakyo-san...! I thought you weren’t that interested in the Easter event but you’re very serious about it!

Sakyo: What? Well, I gotta do it properly since I’m going to participate in it.

Izumi: Fufu, I’m kinda happy to know that you’re also enthusiastic about this.

Sakyo: Hmph, I’m not so keen on it though.

🌸CHOICE 2: Sounds interesting, count me in!

Izumi: It sounds interesting, so I’ll try coming up with a theme too. Let’s see...

How about, “A person who’s happy after they open an Easter egg and find a curry rice in it”?

Sakyo: You’re the only person who’d be that happy about it.

Izumi: EHH?! I don’t think that’s true though...

Sakyo: Heh, yours are probably the most surreal out of all.

―The day of Easter eventー

Manager: The next game is “Simon Says Easter Egg Hunt”! Which is also an “Etude Game”!

Masumi: I’ll show her my good part.

Tenma: I’m gonna win this.

Homare: I’m very looking forward to seeing what kind of etude themes will pop out!

Manager: We’ve got quite a unique group of members here!

Sakyo: Guess it’s time for me to play now.

Omi: Do your best, Sakyo-san.

Juza: We’re rooting for you.

Taichi: Go, go, Sakyo-nii~!

Manager: Well then! On your marks, get set... Go!

Sakyo: Guess I’ll go with the egg that’s closest first. Let’s see what’s inside-.

......

Manager: Oh? Looks like Furuichi-san is frozen in place after seeing his paper. Sir, please read out loud your theme~!

Sakyo: ...“Sakoda Ken, who’s eating a fried shrimp set meal”.

Taichi: Whaaat! He’s gonna act as Sakoda-san?!

Banri: Pfft, the heck? That’s more of an imitation rather than an etude.

Juza: Who put that theme in...?

Azami: I wrote it thinking it’d be funny if Shitty Sakyo pulled it, but I didn’t expect for him to actually get it. I should film this.

Sakyo: ...So that’s what this is.

Manager: Quite a difficult theme there! What will you do, Furuichi-san?!

Sakyo: I’m an actor, so I’ll give my all to act it out.

Azami: Wow~.

Sakyo: You better watch me closely, you brats...

―After the etudeー

Banri: Oh, man~. If there’s MVP for this game, it’d be Sakyo-san for sure.

Azami: Yeah, that acting of his was the best. Bet Ken-san would cry if he saw it himself.

Right, I should send him the video that I took.

Sakyo: Stop it, don’t let the guys from Ginsenkai see that.

Azami: I’m the one who took the video, so it’s up to me how I want to use it. Anyways, gotta send it to Ken-san first.

Sakyo: Dammit...

Izumi: Great work, Sakyo-san! You were really impressive as an actor!

You were just like Sakoda-san!

Sakyo: ......

Izumi: Um, Sakyo-san? What’s wrong?

Banri: I’m sure that was meant to be compliment but that ain’t it for him, Director-chan.

Izumi: Huh?

Sakyo: ...Not happy at all.

Story Clear!

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coffee-at-annies · 7 months

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@paintingtheice so I totally meant to post this yesterday and then fell asleep editing/adding on to this. This is not the essay on gendering Sidney Crosby we’ve talked about in dms it’s instead a different fandom essay that I started writing in my head half as a convo and then said fuck it essay time. @podcasts-8-my-heart this is also dedicated to you saying you’re proud of me for writing 2.5k+. I’m proud of you.

So I was thinking on my bus ride into work this morning (yesterday - yes it’s been a day this got long don’t look at me like that) about hrpf and SidGeno and some of the shifts I’ve seen fandom go through in my time following hockey. There are a million and one little reasons why things have changed and many of them can simply be chalked up to the passing of time; new information gets revealed, new events happen, roster turnover, and fandom/writer turnover. One thing that I think about a lot is when fic is set in relation to “canon.” The relationship with canon in hrpf is both deeper and more divorced than other fandom, but stay with me I’m gonna pull a bunch of words out my ass and hope it makes a lick of sense.

The first talking point/part of this thesis is recency bias. People are way more inclined to favor recent events over the past. You see this in the actual fandom with people reacting to losses or saying “we never win against [team]” when we have in fact won against that team as recent as last year. It’s this sort of bias that causes us as readers/writers to read something current and assume it’s always been this way and then experience cognitive dissonance with other depictions of the characters that are older or simply different. “He would not fucking say that.” Well once upon a time maybe he did. Maybe it’s out of character now, but back then it was the defining character study for how fandom understood him and you need to sit down and actually look at what people were saying. Maybe it was never in character but the author committed to being ooc and you can see how our understanding has drifted closer or farther away in the years since.

The second talking point is that when fandom isn’t reacting to current canon it has a tendency to latch on to specific parts of canon and not let go. I’m quantifying that as “events”. Fandom hates filler but it loves a plot point. In hprf in general and sidgeno specifically you see this in a lot of different ways. How many stories have been written about [insert team]’s cup run? The Olympics? I’ve read so many fics about 2015 Worlds despite never reading hrpf before 2016. We love an event. Do we actually care about every game of the season or tournament tho? Not really unless something specific to progress the plot or characterization happens. Geno visiting Sid at Sochi when they’re supposed to be enemies is more important than whoever Canada beat in the round robin.

Anyway this is all introductory backtracking because the original thrust of this essay was defining to myself the “when” that people write about. My brainstorming had it separated into the nebulous now, right fucking now when I (the author) wrote this, events events events, the vague future, the past aka when they were Youths™️, the generalized timeline (y’know, canon?) - usually characterized in hrpf by events, milestones, and team personnel, and timeline what timeline.

Are you saying to yourself, gee she just listed a bunch of stuff I hope she defines it. Well good for you, that’s literally the rest of this monster. Buckle up I’m about to say way more words. I do not think I’m 100% accurate perfect no notes. I’m sure parts of it are bullshit. But hey I’m gonna close my eyes and post it anyway.

1. [Nebulous Now] - Hey remember that paragraph on recency bias? Welcome to recency bias the fic setting. In my head, the nebulous now is +/- the last two or three years. It’s set around present day* or going back only as far as the author was engaged in fandom. You’ll probably know when it’s set based on team makeup, season highlights, major events, but it’s basically meant to be set now. It may care about schedules and specific details but reserves the right to throw it out the window if it feels like it. The problem with being set now is when you run across a fic that is 5, 10, 15 years old and is supposed to still be set in whatever the current year is.

*when the fic first started being written

2. [Right Fucking Now] There is nothing nebulous about when this fic was written or what it was written about. These are usually smaller fics** where inspiring event happened anywhere from the day the writer started writing to at most a month or two ago. Usually precipitated by X did Y in Z game against team A and got celebratory gangbanged in the locker room about it. (Y being goals, hat tricks, fights, ect.). You can’t get more specific than this baby. Fics set before/during/after a specific game fit here. All Star Game fics written around the All Star Break are here. Milestone events are here, for example Tanger and Geno’s 1K games. Fics written immediately in reaction to stuff like Contract-gate go here. Most playoff fic that references specific events or was written during the playoffs falls under here. The main clarifying point is it wasn’t written very long after the fact. Anything written now about last years All Star Game, Contract-Gate, Sid slutting it up at worlds and the Olympics, all fall under a different category. Which is a great segue to my next one.

** I said usually smaller but sometimes an author decides to write a big fic about the narrative arc of the season and we love them for it.

3. [Events Events Events] - This is probably the one that is the biggest broadest category and the one I have the hardest time narrowing down despite having more examples than I can shake a stick at. Simply put, this category is for fics that are concerned with a specific event, usually big, but sometimes small. This can be any event that stands out in a reader/author’s head. Generally the fic was written after the event happened from a place of knowing how everything shakes out in canon. These fics can feel different because the we walk in already knowing the start and stop and major events of the fic. From the reader’s perspective the event is over but the characters experiencing the event don’t know it.

SidGeno/Pens Examples include: World Juniors. The Olympics/the golden goal/Sochi. The cup runs are a subcategory unto themselves but the playoffs/finals are a big event. Major injuries like Geno’s knee surgery and Sid’s concussion. Duper’s retirement tends to be a foot note in cup run stories but it’s a small event. Trades def count since there are absolutely stories about the before/after of a trade. Vegas & Seattle Expansion Drafts. The lockouts (05 & 2012). I’m ignoring that the pandemic-stoppage is also under this cause I don’t like reading about it. Contract-gate is a recent example. Basically if you’re asking “hey does this event count as an event” the answer is probably yes because you’ve remembered it. If you can point to something specific on the timeline and zoom in on it then it counts.

***this one I keep tweaking it’s definition and I’m still not 100% happy. I just keep thinking about all the fic I’ve read in other fandoms that feel beholden to canon in ways that I end up bemoaning the lack of creativity. Nobody says it has to happen this exact way every time but authors who claim to hate that installment still faithfully recreate it every time.

So we’ve had now, and we’ve had the events that everyone (or just you) remember, what’s next is literally what’s next.

4. [Vague Future] - Quite literally 1, 5, 10, 20 years in the future. Next season fics. Retirement and post-retirement fics. Their kids getting drafted fic is this. Anything that makes you think further ahead than the end of the current season is probably in this category. It’s vague because who the heck knows if it ends up true or not. There is of course overlap with the Nebulous Now because its nebulous. Since everything is set vaguely now-ish, it’s hard to tell when now starts becoming the future. The season just started and all through the preseason I saw people talking about who they think is going win the cup this year. There’s so much hockey to be played still. The future is vague but it will eventually become now.

Also remember it’s all about perspective. There’s tons of movies set in the far distant future of the late 2010s and they don’t match up to our lived reality. Going back to the comment about cognitive dissonance, sometimes you aren’t writing about an event from a place of knowing; sometimes it’s just your best guess or heartfelt wish. It’s so easy to say “oh that’s an au” when maybe it wasn’t an au when it was written, maybe it was intended to be accurate to the author’s best guess. Sometimes fics from the past were set in the future but that time has been passed by life and going back to read them is weird but cool. It’s interesting to see where people thought the boys were going vs where they are. Who could have guessed the core would have careers this long or decorated but they have.

Speaking of writing from a place of knowing; this next one is sort of a subcategory of events, but was a specific enough setting of fic I wanted to call it out.

5. [Youth™️] - This is anything where they are children. It may be well research but for the most part it’s probably non-accurate outside of the broad stokes. It’s the prologue and chapter 1. Pre-canon and the first 20 minutes. Kid!fic. It’s all about the kids in this one. This is the start of the story and the time before that.

Hrpf examples include anything about juniors, Sid’s time at shattuck, and World Juniors. For SidGeno I’d probably include the 03 to 05 drafts. Can include Sid’s first year in the NHL and Geno’s flight from Russia and his first full year in the NHL (that’s the hard cutoff for me personally). You could potentially argue up to and including the 08 & 09 cup runs as like the climax of them being young NHL stars, and yeah sure I’m not a cop write whatever you want if it makes sense to you then it makes sense. I don’t think Sid getting drafted is a bad place to start a fic, especially if you’re doing an AU. There’s always a good argument to start at the beginning of the canon story.

I’m highlighting this because holy crud the number of fics I’ve seen from other fandoms that don’t even like the early material but start at movie 1 scene 1/book 1 chapter 1 anyway. It’s fanfic we don’t have to start at the beginning. You can, but its not necessary. I personally struggle with fics that don’t change anything in early canon but require you to read their version of it anyway, but I’m just one person. You do you.

This next one doesn’t have a snazzy name because look sometimes there’s a timeline and you wanna write something that encompasses it. If it’s granular I’d say you’re talking about Eventsx3 or Right Fucking Now. Overlaps with Youth™️ because you have to start somewhere and Nebulous Now because now is on the timeline. If there are expected events on the timeline like retirement from professional sports, that’s the vague future.

6. [Timeline] Sometimes authors want to care about the timeline or the fic is set over weeks, months, years. Most canons have a specific set timeline and hrpf is no different. However ours is actual literal years rather than something someone created and is thus easy to navigate. For my examples I’m generalizing over the span of months and years and then grouping by big events rather than calling out any one specific event.

[the early years] Anything from Sid’s first year to the 09 cup. Let’s be real here, most authors either write incredibly detailed fic about the whole timeline, or they’ll only write about Sid or Geno’s first full NHL years or the 08-09 cup runs. Everything else is usually glossed over. The babies era. Youth™️

Events include: Sid and Geno’s drafts. The 05 lockout. Geno fleeing Russia. Losing streaks. Mario’s return and retirement. Flower and Tanger getting called up. Sid living at Mario’s. Geno living with Gonch and learning English. Sid being named Captain. Hard cutoff is after the 07-08 and 08-09 cup runs.****

****You can argue that the 08 & 09 cup runs are their own subcategory but this is already long enough imo.

[post cup - international success and dead years] - the middle years. You’re probably only going to read event fic set during this time unless it was written in the nebulous now of those years.

Events include: the golden goal/2010 olympics. Sid’s concussion. Geno’s knee surgery. The 2012 lockout. Geno playing at home in Russia during the lockout. I think Geno & Ovi had a memorable All Star Game in here. Socchi Olympics. Worlds 2015.***** Tanger’s stroke. Olli’s cancer. Geno getting married. Trades include I wanna say Jordy, Talbo, Lazy. Gonch is in Dallas but I don’t remember if he was traded. This is also the spacetoaster era. Sid spending several years building a house only to move back in with Mario due to post-concussion syndrome.

*****Sid winning at worlds is I think the end of this era cause Worlds kicked off Sid’s “winning everything that he could possibly win” era.

[the sully era] The 15-16 & 16-17 cup wins against San Jose and Nashville. The threepeat attempt in 2018 with its second round loss to the capitals. The vegas draft followed several years later by the seattle draft. Geno had a kid. Once you get past the cup runs this really blends into the nebulous now. Maybe it’s cause I stopped reading fic religiously sometime between 2019 and 2021 but aside from the covid pandemic which I very much do not like reading about, there’s not much here to highlight other than player milestones and trades, but don’t worry Sid and Geno have had a bunch of milestones.

[modern pensblr] - The covid stoppage, pandemic-hockey, and now. Anything from 2020 to the current 2023-24 season. Very much the nebulous now but there’s tons of milestones for our two headed monster/core trio to celebrate.

Okay I know I just spent a while being very “general with specific” but this next category is for the people who just don’t care about anything I’ve talked about.

7. [Timeline what timeline] - This is the one where authors simply don’t care about the “when” of their setting. It’s an outgrowth of the nebulous now but it’s less tied to canon. It may reference a season but it doesn’t have to and will often ignore actual team makeup because “this is my fanfic and if I want to ignore that trade I can.” Non-hockey aus (one or both s/g) will often fall under this since you need to answer who is playing center for the Penguins if Sid drives the zamboni. Straight up aus are kinda here but I don’t think fics that are fully an au setting like a college frat or space au really counts for this conversation since the au comes with its own time period that is wholly divorced from canon outside of the cast of characters. This is also where fics that go “I’m going to write my own canon” belong (ie Geno is a flyer, what if Pens drafted Ovi instead of Geno, what if X player got traded to Y team and hooked up with Z player). Timeline can matter for some of those fics, but most of them only care as much as it makes sense to make the fic make sense. The important timeline information is that hockey is happening (or it’s the off season and hockey isn’t happening). These are the fics where the Pens are always conveniently playing Washington when Geno needs advice from Ovi or Vegas when Sid needs similar from Flower. As long as the fic is internally consistent what does it matter if you’ve forgotten this or that timeline detail such as setting a timeline in the first place. Hockey itself is so intertwined with the specific routines of a season that you can divorce that routine from reality and just have hockey. Fall becomes winter becomes spring becomes the playoffs, what more can an author ask for?

Done? Idk I’m out of words. Okay I love you for reading this far. Bye bye. Feel free to chime in in the notes if you’ve got your own ideas. I certainly don’t have a monopoly on thoughts and I’m not convinced I’m right either, just doing a deep think.

#chit chat #this is a lot of semi coherent vaguely organized thoughts about a topic idk if anyone else cares about #rpf mention #as in this whole weird essay thing is about both rpf specifically and fandom generally #I’ve tried to edit out examples from other fandoms but idk if it works #oh I can feel myself starting to doze #time to yeet and deal with what ppl think tomorrow #it’s bedtime

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faerieismm · 2 years

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HI :} today i have for youuuu🥁🥁🥁 a make out with levi oneshot >:)) didn’t see alot of these so i decided that meant i must make my own(☝︎ ՞ਊ ՞)☝︎chile anygays, ENJOY

“practice”

tw: none

genre: fluff ish? lil spice

the play. lucifer made it out as the most important thing in the devildom right now. much to everyones (but especially satan’s) annoyance, but the demons seemed to do their best anyway.

the roles were divided and you and levi starred as the main characters, with you playing the part of henry.

practice had been going on for about two weeks now, and to say things were not going smoothly was an understatement…

mammon constantly forgot his lines, lucifer and satan got mad at each little thing, belphie slept through almost every practice and levi was so nervous he couldn’t get a single sentence out.

the fact the whole thing was run by simeon was not making it any better either, as his constant criticism was getting to everyones heads, including yours ofcourse.

when you finally had a day off, you were still practicing for the play, and even tho you were getting used to it, it wasn’t that fun at all. you valued your free time, often being spend with levi.

you loved those days. trying ridiculous games, reading manga or watching new anime. sometimes you would craft random things together too, or go out for boba on the rare occasion.

as you were thinking about it, you decided to put your script aside and make your way over to said demon’s room. you didn’t even have to use the password anymore, your friendship having gone far beyond that.

opening the door, you let out your usual sweet and enthusiastic “hi levi~!” and walking over to the demon who was browsing through his phone a bit. he looked up and smiled. “hello m/c”

you slid down to where he sat, embracing him from behind. “not practicing the script?” you teased.

“no - he sighed - it just makes me so nervous!” you hummed and nodded at that. suddenly an idea plopped into your head.

“we can practice together if you want?”

“oh uhm yeah, that could work..” a blush crept to his face. you nodded, let go of him and got the script off of his desk. plopping down next to him again, you opened the script.

“oh great lord of shadows! i have searched for thee everywhere, my friend, my dear friend.” you both laughed at how dramatic you made it.

levi took a deep breath. “henry my friend, you have made it!” at this the script said hug. at this you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him against you tightly. any opportunity you’d get to touch levi, you’d take.

levi made a little surprised noice, but wrapped his arms around you anyways, leaning into your touch. the hug went on much longer than needed, but neither of you minded.

“this is nice, i wish we could stay like this forever.” at this levi snapped back to reality and started to ramble and stutter about how he was sorry for holding on to you for so long. you reassured him you meant what you said and you didn’t mind at which he only got even more flustered.

you two made it through most of the script, with some struggles and pauses sometimes, but you had made some progress anyway. you hadn’t even come this far with the official practice held by simeon. but you were enjoying yourself and kept on going, not really paying mind to if you were doing the new scenes right or not.

“oh henry! thy are so dear to me, i feel like i can’t put into words what i feel!” you laughed, “nice!” you then read the next line, “me.. me neither my lord!” you glanced at the script again, and your eyes widened. at this levi looked at the script aswell.

passionate kiss.

you looked at eachother with uncertain looks, levi’s face beet-red, his mouth slightly agape. “uh-” “you-” you both said at the same moment. you let out a slight chuckle.

“you first.” you insisted. he tried, but the words would not come out of his mouth. you sat there for awhile as levi tried to put his words together.

“you.. don’t have to do this you know? - he stuttered - i mean, i totally get it. i’m just a yucky otaku! who’d want to kiss me?” he rambled on.

“levi.” you tried to break his rambling, gently grabbing his face. “i do want that.” if his face could get any redder, it would’ve. he swallowed and just stared, waiting for you to make to first move.

you had wanted this for so long, and so had he. always making little butterflies flutter in your stomach. he was the sweetest being you’d ever met and you truly loved him. you were so happy he was your best friend, but also sad because, you wanted to be more. but what if that would ruin everything you had?

maybe this kiss would make you even more sad, getting a taste, but never truly going any further. still, you wanted this, and it would happen eventually anyway, thats what you told yourself.

inching your face closer to his, you pulled his head down, as he was quite a bit taller than you. you softly closed your eyes and whispered, “you sure?” you felt him nod, and as he did, you closed the little space between your mouths, giving him a slow, soft, but passionate kiss.

at first levi was frozen. he had no idea what to do, but then he realized this might be his once in a lifetime shot at kissing you! so he just did what he thought felt right, kissing back.

the kiss lingered on for just a little longer, before you broke it. leviathan was speechless.

“that wasn’t really passionate, was it?” you chuckled, looking at him, before lunging yourself at him again, kissing him with much more passion now, less gentle. it took him a second again, but he went with it.

your lips parted again. “something like that.” it was just a whisper, but he caught it. “yeah.” it was safe to say he couldn’t look you in the eyes for the rest of the evening, unable to stop blushing aswell. his brothers looked at him a bit weird but brushed it off eventually.

the next day you tried to act like you normally would again, but you couldn’t help but blush and stutter and laugh after everything you said. levi tried to talk back and all, but it were mostly stuttered incoherent words, resulting in him texting most things if he really wanted to say something important.

as you walked back home from rad, conversation seemed to be a bit easier, especially when you started about one of his interests.

you held the door open for him, and the two of you made your way downstairs, but were stopped by lucifer.

“you two will be practicing, i take it?” his arms crossed.

the two of you shot eachother a quick look, and both stuttered out a sort of “yes” , speed walking to levi’s room.

“so uhh-” “i guess we-” chuckles. you signaled at the script and looked at leviathan with anticipation. he shyly nodded and you both dumped your bags to the ground. you pointed on the line you started at last time.

“from here?” he nodded at that.

“oh great lord of shadows.. i have searched for thee everywhere, my friend, my dear friend.”

“henry my friend, you have made it..” thats how you slowly made your way through the script again, the moment you were so eager for coming closer and closer.

his heart was beating so fast he’d swear you could hear it.

he stuttered his “oh henry! thy are so dear to me, i feel like i can’t put into words what i feel!” and from that point on, he couldn’t really focus anymore, one line away from the kiss he’d want over and over.

gently, you placed your hands on his neck, and pulled him down to your level.

“aah no, this ain’t right.” you mumbled as you let go of his neck, and harshly yanked his head down by grabbing his tie, lips crashing into his.

he was shocked at this, but also thought it was kinda hot, this was what they always did in those animes too!!

he kissed back eagerly, and made a sad look as you broke it off.

you looked around for the script. “uhh..”

levi was holding it tightly in his hands. you sat down next to him as he was now sitting on the edge of his bathtub/bed.

“levi?” he looked at you slowly. you held out your hand. the dumbass then blushed and grabbed your hand, interlacing his vingers with yours.

you laughed. “oh lord you meant the script didn’t you?” you nodded but squeezed his hand and got closer to him. your beaming smile made not only his heart flutter, but reassured him a bit aswell.

with your other hand, you grabbed the script, but levi didn’t let go.

“once more..” he stuttered, “i think that would be.. good, you know!”

nodding, you moved to put your bum on his lap, half straddling him. this time you went for a very soft kiss, as you didn’t really see this as practice anymore, you were too distracted for that.

leviathan couldn’t believe that actually worked. but he tried to focus on the kiss for now. feeling you sliding off his lap, he quickly put a hand on your back and one holding your leg.

“want another one?” you teased as your lips parted. surprisingly he was the one who pressed his lips to yours now.

needless to say, the practice of the script was left at that, and now it was even harder to talk to levi. that night, the two of you just sat in each other’s presence. levi wasn’t even playing a game. at some point you were both getting tired and you decided to stay the night there.

the play was coming somewhat closer, so you and leviathan decided to practice again soon.

the time between it was rather awkward. you felt so bad, he truly was a great friend, your best friend even, and you felt like you messed it up. maybe he was uncomfortable? no, he wouldn’t have kissed you back then right? but maybe he felt forced to..

you tapped levi’s arm, and signaled him to leave the classroom with you. he didn’t look you in the eyes but nodded nevertheless.

as soon as you were out of the classroom, you let out a “i’m so sorry!” and before leviathan could answer, you rambled on. “i shouldn’t have kissed you, things are so weird now and it’s clear you’re uncomfortable-”

“no!” leviathan screamed, shocked on how hard he said it. “no.. - he repeated - i was fine with it, i’m just nervous because i..”

your face was still full of guilt and worry, and leviathan wanted to make it go away so bad, but he just couldn’t get out the fact he liked you.

“i really don’t mind okay?!” he stuttered. you nodded, but you still did not quite believe him.

you were called back to class shortly after that.

you still sat in class together, and walked back home. but you were silent, and levi didn’t like it.

“i meant what i said okay? - he paused - and i wanna practice again today!” you smiled at that. “okay then.”

and so you did.

the usual “oh great lord of shadows.. i have searched for thee everywhere, my friend, my dear friend.” and “oh henry! thy are so dear to me, i feel like i can’t put into words what i feel!” ‘s were spoken, and neither you nor levi was really focused.

you sighed. “lets just get to the good bit shall we?” levi blushed profusely, but nodded, hearts could almost be seen in his eyes.

and that’s how it started. a few soft kisses led to passionate kisses, and passionate kisses led to a pretty intense make out.

you laid on a pile of pillows and blankets, hands tangled in leviathan’s hair. leviathan was surprisingly on top, each hand on either side of you.

the kiss was a bit sloppy, but oh so sweet. levi seemed to pour all of his feelings into it, as did you.

oh how you longed for this. how he longed for this. feelings always hidden away, scared to make any wrong moves. scared to break this sacred friendship you had.

but now all of that was released. and damn did that feel good.

the kiss got softer again and when you broke, leviathan laid down on you chest, panting.

you gave eachother some time to calm down and steady your breathing.

you looked at him, smiling, looking at him lovingly. he returned the favour, but with alot more blush. you whispered a sweet “i love you so much.” as levi’s eyelids slowly fluttered shut.

“i love you too m/c.”

okay this one turned out quite bad in my opinion but i kinda pushed myself because i promised content hahaha, i hope y’all still enjoy it tho!

yours truly,

#obey me x reader #shall we date leviathan #leviathan x reader #obey me levi #leviathan obey me #leviathan avatar of envy #leviathan x mc #obey me levi x reader

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I've been working my way to getting all classes leveled up for Talia because... I'm insane and love to set impossible goals for myself. I haven't been talking about too many of them bcs I have nothing to say about most of them, but since I've played through 9 now

Here is a quick summation of my thoughts, ranked from least to strongest reactions I've had;

Paladin: This is boring. I'm bored. I don't care about any of these people or their dumb problems, let me kill class enemy lalafell.

Astrologian: I don't care about these people or their problems, I already know from MSQ and better job stories that Ishgard sucks. These outfits DO rule tho.

Dancer: Huh, that dance to cure people of the morbs turned out surprisingly relevant... too bad it didn't matter! Oh well. Who are these people? What are their problems? Nevermind, I don't care. Dancing scenes are pretty at least.

Red Mage: These outfits rule. But wow, I don't care about these people. I actually weirdly hate this amnesia girl? Not for GOOD reasons, just for like. Trope reasons. Not her fault, but still, I hate when she's here.

Samurai: I don't care until suddenly for 2 minutes at level 60 it stops just being fun Samurai movie homages and tropes and gets REAL with Musosai trying to suicide by WoL. A momentarily beautiful moment that reincorporates and recontextualizes a silly moment from earlier in the story, describing atonement through having to LIVE and make amends, arguing that remorse is what separates good from evil, and wow! This was great! I legit loved- oh, they immediately ruined it with the Stormblood quest to uphold the status quo of a corrupt regime and made Musosai's student morally in the right thus making his death and guilt meaningless.... well, I hate this! Least favorite class story now.

Reaper: I love a mean old battleaxe so Drusilla is rad as fuck and this is some fun lore on Emet and Garlemald in general. I choose to care about this because I headcanon that my own WoL is from Garlemald and this is relevant.

Ninja: This is boring and kinda sucks, but Karasu is here and I love him. An eccentric theatrical weirdo here to test the hero and cause problems for drama? Yes, I DO love trickster figures, thank you. Oh wait, he's not a villain, just a decent dude trying to get out of a bad situation and being cagey to cover his own ass and help you so you can get him out of this jam? Rad. But why can he control bats as his Children of the Night if he's not evil? ... Don't worry about it! I don't know if he's a GOOD character, but my god is he a FUN character. That's all I care about. Look at how much I love Zenos; I DON'T need depth to have a good time. That said;

Dark Knight: I am WEEPING inconsolably over Fray and Myste, chortling over Moogles and Sid, and Rielle is but one of my many, MANY adopted kids from this game. It is perfect. I could talk about Dark Knight for hours, I lost an entire day of progressing through story just having to be insane about the reveal that Emet Selch was a Dark Knight, perhaps the FIRST Dark Knight, because OF COURSE HE WAS. Dark Knights are about LOVE and grief manifesting tangibly, and oh my god, everything ties in together as a coherent whole. I'm not normal about Dark Knight. I'll never be normal about Dark Knight. It invades my brain and gives words to the Things I'm Trying To Say about characters and what I want out of stories. Finding out that the woman who wrote Dark Knight took over as lead writer got me through the worst of how much I HATED base Stormblood and thank god it did because it meant I stuck with this game long enough to play Shadowbringers and Endwalker and didn't consider Heavensward just a fluke. Dark Knight saved this game for me. Dark Knight is incredible. Dark Knight has more to say about storytelling, motivation, and a player's role in and relationship to a story than anything I've ever seen from a SINGLE PLAYER RPG, let alone an mmo. Dark Knight is fucking transcendent.

Fishing: This is the dumbest story so far and I fucking love it. I love traveling the world with this lunatic who took up work as an ASSASSIN to fund her fishing hobby. She has her priorities in order, she is the most correct about the point of this game and I love her.

#Caitlin Plays FF14 #FF14 spoilers

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crystalelemental · 2 years

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“emrylurkeroftheloch: Tbh I don't mind the crafting aspect, if only because it might make some TMs easier to get? Like, I'd rather this and they encourage world exploration than the nonsense of "This very important TM is in this one specific location that is incredibly easy to miss". It could also open up ways of creating variable difficulty, if the game is to easy at a base level? Artificially adding difficulty by doing stuff like "No creating TMs" or such could be spicy!”

Okay, that last bit? That’s actually my hope for the crafting. I made a whole writeup about move accessibility and difficulty in the series, and one of my major problems is how a lot of necessary tools for shenanigans are post-game locked. This can solve that by making shit like Toxic and Trick Room available early on to play around with. Comparatively, Gen 8′s TRs, while tedious to farm Watts, meant you could waltz into Gem 1 with Fire Blast. Having moves with that insane base power absolutely trivializes the game from then on, because nothing survives. A crafting mechanic could, in theory, mean that early-game accessible TMs from materials are weaker options, while the powerful moves are locked to late-game materials. I think that’s really the progression they need. Do I think that will happen? No, if I’m being honest. Pokemon doesn’t do strategy, they just want you to hit each other with rocks. But it could be an interesting structure, depending on its implementation.

“Also if they force us to use this legendary bike I am going to do my best to drown the damn thing-- (More seriously tho, I'm just gonna run everywhere. I know some kids will be super hyped about it, bc like. It's exactly the kind of thing I'd be hyped about as a kid)”

Yeah, we’re not huge fans of the legends over here either. My wife and I were talking on the car ride home, about how recent reveals have been really strong compared to initial reception, which was largely “The professors don’t look good and I don’t care about the legends at all, but at least we have Sprigatito, who will definitely stand up.”

#emrylurkeroftheloch

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regrettablewritings · 2 years

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Same anon here, a lengthy dissection is exactly why I came to you tbh! And you delivered, as always <333 What you said about not starting with a character already in his final stage makes perfect sense, still the idea of changing the character that much doesn't sit right with me. (Part 1/4)

Since the series has been announced years ago I always thought we were going to see a Cassian that was voted to the rebellion but kinda "fresh faced", less jaded (the series is set five years before Rogue One, he's 21 in here, so it makes sense to me that even tho he has been "in the fight" since he was a kid, being recruited by the Rebellion is a big change and he might be kinda lost and new to the rules of the Big Game they are playing) and we would be shown how he descended into the stiff and aloof spy we know through story points, or we could have gotten a series that wasn't character focused but more story driven were Cassian was more or less the same we see in the movie. "Self-serving nihilist into a selfless martyr" is Jyn, Cassian was supposed to represent a different aspect of the war and the Rebellion.

I'll probably watch it regardless but this whole thing really curbed my enthusiasm. :/ Thank you for "listening" and hosting these thoughts of mine on your blog, I hope you have a nice day! 💖💖💖

(Sorry I'm just now getting to this, I've had a very busy and exhausting week or two 🙃🙃🙃)

In all fairness, I don't think they entirely expected Cassian to be the a breakout character when they first penned him. (Though that would arguably be odd, considering that nowadays, companies put a lot of pressure on film productions to make any and every person or thing franchisable. I would LIKE to believe that when Cassian was first created, they just wanted to make a man made cynical after years of chasing hope and no longer in the fight necessarily because he believes in it, but because he's already invested so much time into it that he sorta HAS to see it to the end. But that's just me.)

I do think, though, that he can start of cynical and still progress. It's hard for me to explain, at least through writing, but try and stick with me here:

Cassian is meant to be human. Meaning he can fluctuate at any given moment, so long as it aligns with who he is as a person and who he can potentially be as a person.

He starts of a child who is taught to be distrusting, either through the people around him or by his own experiences. However, because he is a child, he can still have hope because, well, children are often humanity's purest source of it even after being colored by jadedness. He sees himself as a Rebel, regardless of how indoctrinated he may be because he's been brought up to believe that every thing counts -- including throwing rocks at Imperials.

He's a rather rigid child, as anyone experiencing a forced exodus would be. But he's still a child who has wants and needs like comfort and the chance to play safely.

But as he grows up, the hope starts to dwindle. He comes less certain: This thing has been going on for his entire life and yet no real signs of progress have happened, at least not on the side he's in support of. But he sort of has to keep trying because it's all he has.

But then he gets deep into his teenage years. And teens, by nature, are kinda just . . . moody. Apathetic. And what's not going to help is realizing your entire life has been overshadowed by war, and that you've spent the entire time being pressured into fighting in it. You never really had a childhood and given the trajectory of things, you can't exactly see yourself as having an adulthood, either.

But he's already devoted his entire life to it so he's sorta going through the motions. He rises up the ranks, catches the attention of the actual Rebellion. There's no point in saying no, so he carries on.

But something has to happen that makes him genuinely want to hope again. Something strong enough to make him want to believe in the cause again, but fragile enough to have been worn down some by the time Rogue One starts to take shape. Kinda like how when you're depressed, you have a break where you want to still continue going, even though that feeling may wear off after a bit.

He's still Cassian. He's still changed, yet stayed the same. He can still be hopeless while fighting for a hope he doesn't actually believe in. There's a reason I stress "investment" in my writings about him: It's because it doesn't matter how much he feels for it, he's already in the fight. He's given this war everything, from his time to his thoughts to his blood and so on. He sorta doesn't have much of a choice but to go all in, even if he doesn't necessarily want to. He just sorta HAS to because that's what's expected of him and it's what's been drilled into him.

He's the side of war where people put in the time not necessarily because they WANT to but because they HAVE to. They go through the motions because even if you're fighting for "good", you still have to do dirty things and put your own personal wants aside.

And given that Cassian's been doing this a lot longer than Jyn, he could easily claim that he has more skin in the game than her, regardless as to whether or not he took a break or tried to distance himself from it at one point.

. . .

Buuuut that's just me. I could be very wrong. Like I said, I'm still gonna watch it to see what they decided to go with, but I'm frankly mostly just hesitant on the grounds that they handled TBOBF so poorly. I'd be glad if they gave Andor the respect they give The Mandalorian, but I'd admittedly also be a wee bit skeptical of their reasons as to why. Suffice to say, there's no real way Disney can win this unless they give TBOBF a second season and actually make a damn effort. That's on them.

Anywho, I feel I've rambled long enough. All we can do now is wait until August and see what happens . . .

#long post #the void speaks #response #i'm also admittedly not hyped up from the trailer #he wasn't really in it it was literally all these other fuckers i do not have any investment in whatsoever #which gives me bad vibes considering TBOBF's trailer situation was just them recycling the same clips over and over #in order to hide the fact that they didn't really TRY with Boba or Fennec and instead saved everything for Din's storyline #a sTORYLINE THAT SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE --

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limon-leme-soda · 1 year

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kaeya

Fheihfpehfpi so so so so sorry for not doing these reviews! I need to get organized….

Oh well! Let’s get into this!

As a player, you meet kaeya during a quest, where the player learns the ins and outs of genshin temples, which are essentially dungeons. Here’s his portrait:

I love-love-loooved Kaeya as a playable character in the beginning. His elemental burst puts a cryo effect on anything about 3-4 hilichurls away (which, I know, is an odd way to measure, but that’s how I saw it), and his elemental skill creates a circle of revolving ice crystals that affects anything they touch with cryo, even if you switch to a different character. Both of these elemental abilities served me well- since he was close-range, I could freeze difficult opponents (such as the samachurls and mitachurls that show up later in the game), and, when I received Electro characters later in the game, I could use Kaeya’s elemental skill and switch to these Electro characters, making their attacks, bursts, and skills deal way more damage!

However, again, as I progressed in the game, I found it more difficult to play as Kaeya; his elemental burst didn’t hold as long, his elemental skill didn’t hold long enough, and his normal attacks didn’t do as much damage as I thought they would, even when I leveled and ascended him almost obsessively. My final opinion is that while Kaeya is an insanely powerful character in the first parts of the game, he unfortunately becomes less so as you progress.

So, as a genshin player, I’d say that as a beginner, keep Kaeya on your main team, and utilize him to get out of tough spots. However, the longer you play, the more you will realize that there are absolutely superior cryo characters to Kaeya. All in all, he’s a powerful character in the beginning, just to start you off, and it seems like (with the way the game functions) that you’re meant to eventually replace him. (still think he’s hot tho lol)

#genshin character review by limonleme #genshin players #genshin characters #genshin #genshin impact #kaeya #cryo #cryo characters

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anarchistbitch · 2 years

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HIIIIII I AM FINALLY FREE FROM THE HELL THAT WE REGULARLY REFER TO AS COLLEGE ALSO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

briefly(3 weeks and 5 days to be precise) but anyway, im tired, there's one class that idk if im gonna fail but im just glad to be done with it for now

how have you been?? ive been thinking of talking to you for such a long while uuuggghhhh but n e ways, i hope youre doing great and send you tons and tons of hugs to make up for the time i've been gone

i'd tell you im gonna read the sxf manga rn but ive got so many things on my list and i havent progressed with any of them bc ive been gaming, there's kinnporsche, and cutie pie, and semantic error, an endless list of books, so many fics too, my three weeks and 5 days are not going to be enough for sure

yeah, s2 was way more messy, but well, it's fictional and enjoyable to watch, benedict i felt was 2 seconds away from jumping him but theyre cowards so i wasnt expecting it

did you end up finishing cbaw?? 👀 btw, im gonna watch fire island tonight bc of you reblogging so many things about it cause i hadnt heard of it at all

i havent read a single thing ugh, idk if i mentioned that i was reading vermillion bird but i havent even continued that one, even tho i watched the donghua and it was good as hell, at this point i wont even login to goodreads cause ill be too ashamed to see the 0/4

i didnt even know there was a semantic error novel lmao, i started the manhua and might watch the la soon but that might is quite stretched

i was reading the lady needs a break or something like that, ive seen so many variations of its english name, it's about this girl that has been reencarnated so many times, remembering every single life and is just done with life and wants to laze around but her plan keeps getting spoiled by her being unable to ignore situations that she sees as unfair or generally disagrees with as well as other plot reasons, i wouldnt say it's high literature or whatever but ive enjoyed reading it despite several moments where i just feel unimpressed lmao

smzs was fantastic, 100/10, so much fun :'3 i wanna watch it with my friends sometime soon but theyre still in classes so it's gonna have to wait

hearstopper ahhhh it was great and i cant wait to see what alice meant exactly with big asexual plans, need me that rep

did you hear about the bts hiatus-not-hiatus?? thoughts on that??? honestly i think they said it wasnt really a separation to bring down the chaos somewhat bc everyone was already crying their eyes out, i feel they went "sheesh" and backed up a bit lmao on a serious note tho im glad theyre taking a break, recently after the announcement i saw two reels that just made me get out of the saddened state, one was about how the op hoped somewhere in the multiverse jk got to live his childhood and the other one was that one time they realized they could go home directly after the shoot, they really have sacrificed so much of their time to this and it's heartbreaking bc yeh, it's their dream but it does not replace family and friends

also, i cant with the memes about joe biden being sold to bts, i think of them and laugh randomly through the day

and yes, i want to tattoo jin's speech in my forehead bc i need to remember it more often

FEVER BY ENHYPEN WAS A MOMENT, it's so fucking good, i think i said in my last ask but i really like their vampire/supernatural concept

i am eagerly awaiting holland's bl, idk what it's about but i hope it wrecks me

did you finish the god of highschool??? it's so fucking good and well, halfway through i BAWLED, damn i wanna rewatch it now, i LOVE the fight scenes and the op makes me wanna stand up and start kicking stuff

heavy by yonaka is so SEXY, makes me think of like a noir movie heroine

re:gooey by glass animal yeeeees indeed, it's just perfect for that, and i though more brownies buuuuuuuut chocolate deserts exactly 😌

sxf does not dissapoint EVER lmao, it's comedy gold and yeah, yuri pls chill, and the thing about anya's performance at school is just agh, cause, i dont remember if it's canon or if it was just an analysis i saw floating around on here, about her having lied about her age and it would add so much bc she's trying her best and i seriously understand trying your best and still not seeing the results you'd hope for and if she's younger then she's already doing so damn good for her age, not to mention that she was in a shitty af orphanage for who knows how long, i cant imagine she got good education there, so yeah it's comedy gold but it has so much heart, what a great show :'3

KJSDHJFSGJFG THE THING ABOUT MIKA SHOVING HIS FINGERS IN SOMEONE'S MOUTH SJHJSFHJFH THAT WAS SOMETHING OK BUT IM NOT GONNA SPOIL YOU BUT LIKE THAT WAS SOMETHING

ok i can be normal now(lie) djkfhjsdhfjd look, i, sdjkhsjfhd, it's something alright, and with context it's so fucking different but still kfhkdsf i cant wait for you to watch/read it, the manga has so many scenes that make me put my phone down to breathe and it's art style doesnt help, in the anime they look softer

and yes i think of you often <3 hope you're eating well and resting enough!

-M<3

i know ive done this many times, but id like to begin answering by apologizing for the delay[ik u said its okay but its fine if u were frustrated]

i really wish i couldve answered this a few weeks earlier because i wanted to wish you the happiest pride month with better months to come!! i hope it still holds true

BUT ALSO HELL YEAH WOOOO FREE FROM COLLEGEEEE!!!!

i do hope that class went well[on that note, smth similar happened to one of my subjects: long story short, it wasnt fine for a bit but now its fine-ish, if it was the same for u i hope it continues to be well and then better💗💗💗💗]

i have been well!!! ive been in good health but how have you been!!! i hope you see cats , and ice cream trucks/ or little convenience stores with reasonably priced ice creams and chocolates!!![if u hate both maybe drinks? u strike me as a fanta person] ive been thinking of ways to talk to u too!! but it istg tumblr has some agenda against me cause it glitches so weird!! truly home of phobia😔[NOW SEE,, if i posted this during pride month i couldve also landed a joke about "during pride month??". truly my own enemies art mine own actions]. i am hugging u rn so if you feel warm rn thats me!! and if u feel cold in ur hands thats me holding ur hand with my ice cold hands hehe[im distantly related to mbj. sorry🧊🧊<-ice demon emoji for hearts<3]

i have so much to get through and its very ❕❕❕❕❕[<-overwhleming] so im taking everything as slow as possible but i am watching a few things rn like cutie pie and sxf so i get u. but also do tell me ur thoughts on everything regardless!! i like knowing what u think!! [also on cutie pie: idk if u started but i did and i think its a pretty good show and i think u'd like it 🤗 ]

bro i totally thought that benedict was gonna join in and s2 would be those 3 navigating a queer poly relationship in s2 while dealing with societal rules and "decorum" as it was in the 1800s

i did not finish the cbaw kdrama[im kinda abandoning all the shows ive left in the middle and coming back to them fresh in a year or around that time ]

re: fire island. i aim to inspire😔

oh goodreads isnt even that social but boy does it bully you hfksjksf[changed my reading goal to 1 book and now im 1200% done<3<3 beat the system<3 or beat up the system<3]

by the sounds of it she needs a break sheesh. high literature is fake ,if its doesnt bring u joy in some sort of way approach it like a snake[with care and curiosity] and i will check it out[in the future!!]

ive rewatched smzs so many times it really doesnt get old🥰 hope u and ur friends get to see it while eating smth really good!![personal rec is soup cuz im a soup fanatic!][also teeny tiny story but i once watched a show when i was younger and very impressionable ,and one character mentioned hating soup and i was like "ykw i will also hate soup now" and i felt horrible for like a week after that cuz i love soup!! moral of the story: soup is about warmth and love and also a form of rebellion against the deep nihilism engraved in society]

whats ur favourite soup? mine is sweet corn soup cause i used to have it a lot as a kid! and rn i favour egg drop!

heartstopper ahhhh!! i wanna see what they meant by big asexual plans too!!

bts does need a hiatus just for like letting ppl get into the know about what all they done -bbmas, run bts, bon voyage, beyond the screen , in the soop, literally all the concerts, not including solo work and so much more . and its been 9 years since theyve debuted and like namjoon said its hard to improve or grow urself in a field of constant expectations, so if they go to paris or a museum im glad they want to share it as well yk?

writing this in small cause even though i mean this genuinely i also feel a bit cringe😭so like ik theyve sacrificed a lot , not a little ,a lot and even though theyve reached a level of success that is quite hard to achieve without real talent and a lot of support, i do wonder what wouldve happened in another world if they didnt decide to pursue their current career. and yk. i hope theyre happy in both. also i hope in another world we wouldve crossed paths a little closer, m.

hope joe robinette can finally pay those student loans😢 and gets to live his best reverse harem explicit lemon 100k wip wattpad fanfic<3

ooooh wait if i also tattoo it on my brain😳😳 we'll have matching tattoos😳

i dont follow enhypen but yes it was a MOMENT i remember the first time i heard fever i was like "waiiiiittt a sec"

NOTE: above image is supposed to represent my enthusiasm about the song and nothing else. thank u for ur time

wait didnt holland release a song for it!!! im listening to it rn and its a freaking bop!!!

i couldnt start the god of highschool (￣ ‘i ￣;) but bro . bro why did it make u cry. bro answer me [<- person who is even more motivated to start it once they have enough time]

oooh i do like noir movie heroine!! and also . thats kinda a spot on vibe??

dude i kinda made a mistake associating that song with brownies/desserts cuz now whenever i hear that song im hungryyyy

anya! is ! such ! a ! cool ! character! the thing is idk if shes actually younger than six but if she is then she is technically performing better than any average child at that age would be[when i was six we already started multiplication and also at six i had an impulse to lick window cause of hansel and gretel<3] and shes just so near and dear to my heart💗💗 and also theres this thing about loid being an exemplary spy , but still fatherhood being his toughest mission like iktr

mika shoving his fingers in someones mouth is a spoiler therefore implying major plot significance got ya😊👍🏾

i might actually read the manga before the anime cause im a sucker for cool art [love animation too but as i said , im kinning a snail for the next few months<3 ]

i think of u quite often and hope ur well safe and have lots of food!!!

a song rec: every pore by tamino

love, kit

idk if u wanted to know and i feel. a bit weird about sharing this at all but the main reason for not answering this in so long is cause im in a weird headspace. which haha i mean who isnt right? but a lot of things changed in two months and like i can feel im in that stage you are right before a huge burnout and im trying to not? burnout? and my support system rn isnt the best rn and yea. im doing less than ok but just above being crushed. hopefully it passes and also hope this never happens in mine or anyones life again lol

making u read that might have u bummed out but if u read that [firstly sorry] [and secondly just, thank u for sending that first ask at all<3][my good bitch what do you want for your birthday][i think of u everyday lol][and also these last few months ive learnt to say i love you more freely without it being some huge moment at all, so i'd like to say: i love you. i truly do. idc that we've never seen each other. if u ever feel lonely just know that im rooting for u forever][💗💗💗💗💗]

#m for mwah! and mwah! and mwah

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loumauve · 2 years

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well..

#lou plays hfw #Horizon Forbidden West #I hadn't even really meant to go there and do a quest I just wanted to fill out some more of my map but after that..#I had to stick around and collect stuff for her. how could I not. after such a convincing argument #the side characters keep me sane ngl. I meant to get to the second half of Talanah's quest but instead I went to check on Milu #(who then ghosted me instead of actually going to the Hunting Grounds as she said she would. *sad face*)#and then Dekka and her grandson. and on my way there I hit up like three more rebel camps (there are so many more in this one jfc)#but all in all a good amount of progress. got some new gear. struggled with the modification slots bc the game hates me sometimes #and randomly takes away the button guid in the bottom right so I end up pressing the wrong ones and losing already equipped coils #oh well.. just need to do a bunch more machine hunting so I can upgrade my gear fully and then I'll hopefully be better off #(don't really like that all the good weapons always make me use three different ammo types per weapon tho. so fiddly in combat)#so I've been mostly still using my green bows bc I didn't wanna bother with all the different kinds of arrows #but the more Prometheus dudes I have to fight the worse my damage output gets. urgh #I miss my old setup. with my pretty Banuk bows and everything #I wonder what kind of weapon setup everyone else is using. would be interesting to know

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pagesfromthevoid · 2 years

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vigilante and crossfire getting together without knowing each others identities tho

A Fucking Duck | a.c. | 5

Adrian Chase x Bat!fem!reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Smuuuuuuut. Handjob. Blowjob. P in V penetration.

Author’s Note: Ahah yeah. Idk. I’m still a whore Adrian Chase. This was needed because I’m scared for tomorrow. These are just things I would do if I was also alone with Adrian ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ At least there’s a little bit of plot progression! Also yes anon. That’s the plan lmao.

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Adrian kept going back and forth, looking out his window. He was incredibly excited for her to come over, honestly. It would be the first time he’d have someone come over, and more importantly it was a hot girl.

A hot girl who liked him.

He was opening the door before she was even out of the car, seeing the headlights pull into the driveway. With a bright smile, he hurried out into the night, opening the car door for her.

“Let me carry that,” he offered, peeking into her car. She usually carried a laptop case but all that was in there was a backpack and the pizza, alongside a six pack of beer.

“I can get my bag if you get the other stuff,” she said, getting out and opening the passenger door. She leaned in and grabbed her backpack, and Adrian couldn’t help but admire how great her ass looked.

She pulled back and held out the pizza and beer to him, smiling. Adrian took the food without complaint and led her inside. Honestly, she wasn’t sure what she was expecting; Adrian’s place as normal as could be. Movie posters were on some of the walls but he had family photos scattered around. He led her through the living room, which was cozy feeling —though it was clear he’d brought out extra blankets for the evening.

As he walked to set the food in the kitchen, she peered around the corner and down the hall. A bedroom door was cracked, and she assumed it was his.

“Can I put my bag in your room?” She asked, though she didn’t wait for confirmation as she walked in.

Adrian looked from the kitchen towards her, quickly following her as she pushed his door open. It was certainly the room of a young guy; though it was eclectic at best. Various more posters on the walls, ranging from superheroes and movies. Adrian was trying to get in front of her, which she assumed was from embarrassment but the truth was that he had definitely left his mask on the bed.

But she was more interested in the books on his shelf, which gave him a chance to snatch the mask and stuff it under his pillow. Then she finally turned and looked back up at him.

“You can just set the bag on my bed,” though he offered to take her bag and do it himself. She nodded, handing it over without question.

“What’d you bring, anyway? Like a game or something?” He asked, setting it down.

“I brought a change of clothes and my tooth brush,” she answered simply, walking out of his bedroom.

Adrian looked at the backpack for a moment, realizing that she was going to stay the night. She was going to stay the night! She was staying the night in his house, with him, in his bed! The excitement was flooding his mind as he thought about what that really meant. But then he realized where he’d put his stuff. So he quickly grabbed the mask and put in the closet, shutting the door.

Couldn’t have her freaking out that he was Vigilante. Not tonight, anyway.

She was curled up on the couch when he finally returned from his bedroom. While he’d never guess she was there out of guilt, he wondered what happened during the day to make her want to come over so bad. But it didn’t matter when he saw her in his living room. He had to sort of stop, and stare. Her eyes were fixed to what was on TV, but she just looked so…at home. Like this was exactly where she should be. And that tightness that made Adrian sick was coming back as he tried to compose himself.

Eventually though, she looked up and motioned for him to join her. And who was he to say no? Adrian hopped over the back of the couch, landing awkwardly next to her. She laughed at him, shaking her head some as he shifted to sit down. It was a bit awkward; he was sitting about foot away, and even though he was smiling, his hands rested in his lap like he didn’t know what to do with them.

She knew that Adrian didn’t seem to process social cues very well. It was one of the many things she’d picked up on when they started talking months ago. One of the endearing features that she liked about him. But she didn’t think he was going to be this oblivious. However, she didn’t want to push him if he was uncomfortable either. So she waited.

And waited.

But he just happily sat and watched the show, pointing out plot points she didn’t know. Explaining who characters were. It was very sweet; cute even. But she wanted a little more than just sitting on the couch. So she kicked his thigh gently, catching his attention.

“What’s up?”

“Come here,” she ordered, though her tone was soft as she held out the blanket she was under.

Adrian hesitated, glancing at the TV for a moment before he moved to sit closer. She was warm, and when she draped the blanket over their laps, she curled into his side. Adrian’s breath hitched, caught in his throat as he tried to keep himself from smiling like a goddamn idiot. But she could see it in his face as he not so subtly draped his arm around the back of the couch. Then dropped it so he could wrap it around her shoulders.

It was a picture perfect moment, honestly. As cheesy as it was.

The only reason it got any better was because, while he was focused on the show, her hand snaked it’s way to his thigh. Her nails scratched against the fabric of his jeans, and Adrian swore he was in heaven, wondering next how that would feel against his bare skin. He shifted some, moving his leg closer to her as her hand moved to trail along his thigh next.

He didn’t need to know anything about people to know that he was enjoying what she was doing. It was distracting, and making his heart race as she slid her hand further up. When her hand just barely grazed the growing bulge in his jeans, however, he had to take a deep breath, shifting once more to give her any and all access that she could want from him.

It was the searing kiss to his jaw that really did him in though; coupled with her incredibly skilled fingers undoing the button of his jeans with just one hand —Adrian thought he was dead. That he had died, and this was heaven. She wasn’t even looking at him; she was focused on the TV while her fingers danced around the waistband of his boxer briefs. Finally feeling her touch against his skin made him shudder, breath hitching as he sat up a little straighter.

He kept looking at her. Waiting. Seeing if she was watching his reaction. But all she had on her face was an innocent smile, as she slipped her fingers under the waist band finally, running her nails just above where his growing cock begged for her touch. But she didn’t touch him; the way his jeans sat wasn’t great and she simply kept her nails scratching against his skin.

Adrian huffed a little in frustration, his patience wearing thin. He tried to subtly pull his jeans down further, hoping to give her better access. However he accidentally pulled his underwear with them, exposing his dick under the blanket. However the smile on her face became a bit more sultry as she tried to keep her eyes trained on the TV.

But then her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and Adrian thought he was going to cum right then and there. He tensed up almost immediately, gripping the sides of the couch cushions tight as she stroked him slowly, carefully. Something about how she just casually did this; how she wasn’t even looking at him made it so much hotter. Her thumb swiped the head of his cock, smearing the precum that had leaked out over him. Her movements sped up, hand twisting just slightly as she finally shifted her body towards him.

He was so wrong earlier though; it got even better as she slipped under the blanket. Adrian was briefly confused, of course, as her hand disappeared from his cock and he wanted to whine. But then her touch was replaced by warm, and wet, and fuck. She was trailing her tongue up his shaft, then over the head. And finally, she took his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, taking a breath.

There was no helping himself as he pulled the blanket from on top of them. He wanted to watch; he wanted to see her sucking his dick so bad. His hands ran over her hair, tugging at it gently as added in her hands for extra measure, bobbing her head up and down. His head fell back as he groaned, saying her name over and over again as he thanked her for this.

The laugh that was muffled by his cock in her mouth vibrated against him, and he moaned again. He was so close, but as much as he wanted to cum down her throat, Adrian wanted more. As she pulled back for air, he tugged her up to him and kissed her hard, tasting himself on her tongue as he slipped his into her mouth. Her hands immediately found his hair, running her fingers through the curls as she moaned into the kiss.

His hands trailed down her sides, lingering just briefly at her hips as he pulled her leggings off of her. Honestly he was thankful that she didn’t wear jeans because the leggings, with her panties, slipped off with ease and she was now straddling him on the couch. The tip of his cock brushed against her and she hummed in excitement, slowing grinding down against him.

“I want you so fucking bad,” Adrian managed to get out, moaning as she pressed her core against his cock. “Please. Please let me fuck you.”

“You don’t have to beg for me,” she playfully scolded, taking off his glasses and setting them on the arm of the couch. “You can do whatever you want to me, Adrian.”

It was the way she said his name that flipped the switch; how she practically sighed it, telling him he could have his way. His hands found the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. Her hands pulled at his shirt next, tossing it to the floor with the rest of the clothes.

“Fuck me, dude,” she groaned, running her nails down his stomach. It sounded like she was surprised; unexpectedly looking him over. “Look at you. You’re so hot, oh my god..” It was genuine, and she truly meant it as she looked him over several more times.

Adrian swelled with pride as she ran her nails down his abs. But what she said earlier was ringing in his ear. You can do whatever you want to me, Adrian. It repeated over and over as he pushed her back into the couch, kissing her hard again as her legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth left hers, attacking her throat now as he bit and kissed his way down. She whined, begging for him to fuck her, and Adrian nodded frantically into her neck. One last bite, where he sucked hard enough to leave a mark, and she blindly reached for him, guiding his cock into her wet folds finally.

It was an amazing stretch, and she cried out his name as he filled her. He straightened up, resting his hands on her hips, as he looked down at the sight before him. Her writhing under him as his cock filled her up; her half closed eyes looking up at him with a bright, lazy smile. She was fucking beautiful, and he was inside her, and holy shit. How did he suddenly get this lucky?

“Please,” she begged, reaching up to run her fingers down his abs again. “Please fuck me, Adrian.”

He didn’t have to be asked twice as he pulled out of her and pushed back in. It was slow at first; steady. He wanted to watch how she reacted, see how she felt as he started a steady, solid pace as he fucked her. Her legs tightened around his waist as he leaned over, burying himself deeper into her as he thrusted. Her hands reached for his hair again, tugging at his roots as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Between biting and sucking at her neck, and speeding up his thrusts, she cried out his name, begging for him to go harder, to go faster.

It was how she tightened around him, clenching as he hit her sweet spot over and over. It was driving him insane, pushing him closer to the edge. He had been so close earlier; he knew he wouldn’t last long. But god, he needed her to cum for him. That’s all he wanted as he reached between their bodies and deftly found her clit.

“Fuck,” she cried as he rubbed circles, thrusts becoming stuttered. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he fucked her, face buried in the crook of her neck. “D-don’t stop, please. F-fuck, I’m so close, Adrian.”

He nodded, his fingers against her clit getting sloppy as he tried to bring her over the edge. It was when her nails dragged down his back that he couldn’t keep himself together anymore. She was practically screaming his name as she came, though, and it only added to his pleasure as he panicked, suddenly, and pulled out —cumming all over her stomach and chest. He leaned forward, elbows resting on either side of her head as he tried to come down from the high.

She laid there, eyes closed and wishing he was still inside her.

“I wish I could take a picture,” he mumbled as he leaned his forehead against hers.

“Wh-what?” She asked, trying to catch her breath.

“I…I just said I wish I could take a picture of you, like this,” he repeated. “Covered in hickies and cum. Like you’re hot and beautiful and all of that when you’re dressed but like. Right now? I want to just remember this forever.”

She stared up at him for a moment, calming down slowly. Adrian grabbed his shirt, awkwardly using it to wipe her off. She sat up, gently taking the shirt from him. He looked at her funny, but she reached up and pulled him into another kiss. This one was sweeter; softer. It wasn’t needy, or dirty. She just…she just wanted to kiss him, and enjoy it for a moment. And Adrian was happy to oblige, kissing her back and pushing her into the couch again.

She pulled away with a small smile. “You’re far too good for this world, Adrian Chase. I hope you know that.”

He didn’t. But he liked hearing her say it.

*****

The next morning, the two of them both had shit excuses why she had to leave. While waking up with her in his bed, in one of his shirts, and laying on his chest was amazing…Peacemaker had texted him about a mission he was completing. Vigilante needed to make an appearance, Adrian decided. Unbeknownst to him, she’d gotten a text from Harcourt about the same mission.

Adrian insisted he had to go enroll in classes at the community college and that he couldn’t do it online. She rolled with it and said she had to go have a Zoom call with her dad about her brothers birthday party. Neither of them seemed to care how stupid their excuses sounded, caught up in their own issues and need to get out.

But it didn’t stop him from kissing her before she walked out the door. And it didn’t stop her from deepening that kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I’ll come over tonight,” she promised, smiling up at him as she pushed a curl off his forehead. “If that’s okay?”

“You can come whenever you want,” he insisted.

“That’s what she said.”

There was a moment where she looked embarrassed that she had said it. And she was about to correct herself, but Adrian just laughed and kissed her again.

Adrian swore to god that if he could fall in love, he just did.

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saintobio · 3 years

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pov: he’s a player and you’re his favorite game.

↳ iwaizumi hajime/reader

summary. where one hookup with Hajime Iwaizumi turned into many nights of casual sex—all is good until you started catching feelings and he wanted no strings to ever be attached.

genre. angst, smut, fwb, college au, 18+

cw. alcohol/smoking, reference to drugs, profanity, degradation, explicit sexual content (aka casual fucking with irvine!iwa)

notes. this one hit home lol and i need to feed my iwa brainrot atm so,, enjoy ;) he’s a complete jerk in this tho

masterlist -> next

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The frat basement was more packed than usual that night.

It was strange because finals were coming up and yet all of these college students were spending their Friday night getting wasted, partying all night, only to find themselves waking up in someone else’s dorm the next morning.

The latter actually applied to you more than the others because you wouldn’t have bothered getting all dressed up to turn up at this party if not for Hajime Iwaizumi from UCI Bio-Sci who often went here on a Friday night. You just didn’t want to miss the chance of seeing him again.

No, you weren’t his girlfriend. You were just a girl he shared many nights with, although both of you were kind of exclusive without the label, mainly because he hated putting labels.

The first time you’ve met him was almost a year ago when a mutual friend introduced him to you and you just somehow clicked from there. At first, he flirted with you on the low until the simple hi’s and hello’s became consistent texts and late night calls. You already knew him prior to that party because he was quite famous around the campus for being one of the ‘hotties’ that girls would often gush about. And because of his reputation in the campus, you almost couldn’t believe that you were the girl that caught his attention out of the many.

But after months of constant texting, you noticed the decline of attention that he was giving to you as of late. You still hungout with him from time to time when he was lonely and he would ask you to come over to ‘watch movies’ (you know what he really meant) or there were days where he would simply go straight to the point and tell you he wanted to hookup.

Well...

For an insight, the first night and how this all started was when he brought you to his dorm after a party and his roommate wasn’t around. You ended up losing it to him because you wanted to know how sex really felt like and you no longer wanted to be that one innocent virgin in college. Your friends told you it felt amazing if you did it with the right person, but college being college, it didn’t really matter if someone was your boyfriend or not. You could have sex with any guy you want in college. Hookup culture was a thing and relationships weren’t so much.

However, if you wanted him and he wanted you, why couldn’t you just be together? Why not be that cute campus couple who went around holding each other’s hands while being the center of all the single people’s jealousy?

Losing your virginity to Hajime was already one step closer to that relationship you wanted, but how come nothing really progressed between you two after sharing many nights together? And by progress, you meant actual feelings and not just constant fucking.

“Looking for someone?” your friend asked, finding humor at the sight of you looking around the crowded place.

How could you even begin to describe college parties? Aside from the deafeningly loud music, there were red cups everywhere and people were grinding on each other like they didn’t have final exams to worry about. Turn to your right and you’d see a couple making out, turn to your left and you’d see a freshman doing a kegstand, turn to your back and you’d see people taking pot.

Welcome to college.

The place itself was pretty dark even with the purple neon lights on, so you could hardly see who’s who because there were just too many faces to look at. With each grinding body bodies, each smiling faces, each silhouette—only one person mattered to you.

“No,” you shortly denied, pretentiously sipping on a red cup and relaxing your back on the kitchen counter. Was it that obvious? You checked your phone just in case Iwaizumi texted you but you had no single notification from him at all.

Your friend, Erica, let out a playful snicker at how restless you were becoming. “Yeah, you’re obviously waiting for someone. Is it Iwa?”

You took another gulp of the vodka mix before answering, “I mean, it won’t be bad to see him, too.”

Right. You were just trying make an excuse to save face. Yes, you were waiting for Iwaizumi and the guy hasn’t even bothered to text you all day. In fact, the last time he responded was 3 days ago when he told you that he was busy working out at the gym and he didn’t even try to contact you further after that.

Let’s say he was probably really busy but come on.

You cocked your head to the side to distract yourself and saw a bunch of shirtless guys playing beer pong and spilling drinks all over. Gross. “They’re wasted as fuck.”

Erica sneered while taking a drag on her cigarette. “Wanna do molly? I can get us each from Sam.”

The smoke from her blunt made your nostrils flare before you quickly shook your head. “I can’t tonight.”

“Lame,” she replied, peering behind you before nudging your rib. “Oh, he’s here!”

It was embarrassing how fast you turned around to find him. You even tried to squint your eyes until you saw Iwaizumi squeezing his way through the crowd and Jesus, he was looking even more fit and gorgeous than the last time you saw him. He came in just in time when m.A.A.d city was booming through the speakers as he made his entrance with a smirk on his lips and a half-buttoned shirt that accentuated his toned chest. God.

Of course, you didn’t miss the stares he received from the thirsty college girls that he passed by—their eyes followed him around as if he was some sort of a celebrity that they could try and coax into sleeping with. You could tell their knees went weak when he licked his lips and ran his fingers through his cropped raven hair. Iwaizumi oozed of frat boy swagger that took every girl’s attention in this godforsaken frat house.

His eyes soon found yours and the two of you locked in on a distant gaze, with him briefly nodding his head to acknowledge you, before his friend called him over and completely took his attention away.

In a snap, he was gone from your line of sight.

“Did he see you?” Erica asked, snapping you out of your unbreakable stare.

Annoyed and a little disappointed, you sighed and turned back around. Honestly, you were kind of hurt at how he didn’t even bother to go to you after you stupidly waited for him all night. It has been 3 days, did he not miss you?

You were visibly upset but you knew not to show it to your friend. “Yeah, he did but he’s probably off to hangout with his friends for a while,” you said it like you were the most understanding girlfriend in the world.

Erica then gave you a questioning look that screamed ‘so, what are you still doing here?’, encouraging you to follow Iwaizumi.

“You’re totally in love with him,” she pointed out, raising her brows up and down.

“I’m not.”

“Girl, go to your man and set up your dick appointment!”

At least, her words made you chuckle and allowed you to relax your rigid stance. “Nah, he’ll come around when he’s drunk.”

Plus, you couldn’t really say that he was your man because he wasn’t. You weren’t dating him and you weren’t sure if he’d like it if you went around and told everyone that you two had a thing, especially not with all these hot girls ready to spread their legs for him in a heartbeat. Hajime would not want you to be acting like his girlfriend.

Besides, you didn’t want to ruin your night waiting hopeless for him so instead, you pulled Erica through the crowd and enjoyed the night on your own. “Let’s get fucking wasted.”

Around 1AM, the place was still lit and the night was still young.

You ended up taking no-chaser shots after seeing a few of your friends by the pool area where they challenged you to chug the liquor straight. By this point, it was safe to say that you were already drunk as hell.

And what does being intoxicated make you?

It gave you hell of a confidence to sway your hips on top of a table without caring about anything else. You could hear hoots of encouragement from your friends and the other strangers who watched your drunken self dancing provocatively to No Hands. You sexily got down and back up with your hips moving from side to side. This is so fun, you drunkenly thought. So fun.

You took a long drag from the cigarette and a sip from the red cup as you rocked your body to the beat. Maybe tomorrow you’d end up with a headache while whining about how embarrassing this was, but for now, you didn’t give a damn. You were having the night of your life.

None of it mattered until your body was being pulled down and you realized that Iwaizumi had carried you off the table with a furious expression painted on his beautiful sun-kissed face. Even in your drunken state, you could feel your heart fluttering at his mere presence.

“Hey,” you slurred and stumbled on your feet as he put you down in a less crowded part of the area.

“Are you a fucking stripper?!” His brows were furrowed in annoyance but how come you only found it extremely hot?

You ended up giggling before placing the cigarette between your lips. “Did you enjoy my show, then—”

Surprisingly, he snatched the cigarette off of you and threw it to the side with his growing temper coming out. “Don’t fuck around.”

“Daddy, chill,” you teased and laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a quick peck on his kissable lips. All the bitterness you felt earlier just flew out the window now that he was here with you. “Weren’t you too busy to pay attention to me?”

“Shut up.”

You gave him a flirtatious wink. “Make me.”

Iwaizumi sighed in exasperation and ran his fingers through his hair, later noticing your outfit. “What the hell are you even wearing?”

“Huh,” you huffed, pulling the hem of your low-waisted jeans. “I look hot, what do you mean?”

“No, you’re dressed like a fucking hooker.”

“Fuck you.”

He exhaled, calming himself down before he placed a hand on your waist while tracing your halter on the other. His thumb nearly brushed your side boob as he caressed your curve like he was dying to hold you close. All the while, he was leaning on your ear to whisper, “But you look fuckable in that top.”

First of all, holy shit.

The way his voice turned an octave deeper and his pupils turned darker just made you tingle on the inside.

Yes, yes he could made you weak even through simple things like that. You had no idea why he had this much effect on you, but he was the only guy who managed to make you feel this way. It was hard to believe that this man had you wrapped around his fingers.

And being drunk as you already were, you suddenly thought: wouldn’t it be fun to tease him a little?

“Fuckable, huh.” You played with his unbuttoned collar with a playful grin. “That’s the same thing Connor told me a few minutes ago.”

You weren’t exactly lying. Connor, one of his closest friends, did compliment your outfit and told you that you looked pretty tonight. He didn’t say the word fuckable but the way checked you out reflected his dirty thoughts.

“No, he didn’t.” Iwaizumi’s glare turned sharper.

“Yes, he did.”

He kept a straight face, pulling you closer—way too close that you could smell his signature ‘wood sage and sea salt’ scent. And you know what? You wanted this. You hoped to God all the girls were seeing this. You, him, bodies entwined, lips close to each other.

“If you like him that much, why don’t you go to him?” His breath smelled of alcohol and lime as he spoke.

“I don’t want him, I want you,” you insisted, batting your eyelashes before trailing sexy open-mouthed kisses on his jaw.

His lips lifted into a satisfied smirk just as his hand sneaked down to squeeze your ass.

“You’re such a slut for me,” he spoke in a low voice, pressing his lips against your ear. “I’ll show you exactly what Connor can’t do to you.”

Lesson learned: you never should have riled Iwaizumi to begin with.

Because now, he was fucking you to hell and back like you’ve never had before. You were lucky enough that your roommate wasn’t in your dorm when you two came stumbling inside, otherwise she would have been a total cockblock to this hardcore sex that awaited you.

Iwaizumi gripped your waist tighter until his nails were almost leaving crescent marks on your cold yet sweaty skin. You could never admit it, but him being rough was achingly good.

“H-Hajime,” you whimpered, feeling his hard thrusts getting rougher each second until his cock stretched your tight walls. You no longer had any control to the screams that were coming out of your mouth as he pounded on you from behind. Your hands, barely gripping the headboard and your legs, quivering at the mixture of pain and pleasure that he was giving you.

“You’re such a fucking whore, right?” he hissed, pulling your hair before pushing you forward against the mattress. He shifted his weight above your back when you fell on your stomach while crying for his name. “I’ll treat you like one.”

Another loud moan escaped your lips when his throbbing cock hit you at the perfect spot. Your entire body was on fire with the way he was moving his hips to meet your desperate ones, filling you with every inch of him that it was impossible to stop yourself from screaming out his name.

“Ah—ahh, Haji—me!” you whined, gripping the sheets with your chest pressed against the cushion and your hair still on Iwaizumi’s tight grip. You didn’t think he could penetrate you deeper than he already had before.

Even more, the alcohol in your system was making you lightheaded on top of the amazing sex you were having. You were in complete spirals. The sensation ignited your body so you could disintegrate into flames with his burning desire.

Thank fuck you actually went to that party because you didn’t want to spend a boring night alone in your dorm. You knew that you’d always choose spending time with Iwaizumi any time of the day. Heck, you’d even choose being fucked like this as long as it was with him.

Except, you hoped that he could be softer and more affectionate to you.

You wanted him to look at your eyes and kiss you while he made love with you.

There was a huge difference between fucking and making love, and the sad thing was, you’ve never really experienced the latter with Iwaizumi.

Sure, he was sweet during the first few months of this whole friends with benefits thing, but lately he was placing a safe distance between you two, not knowing that you were only becoming more attached to him.

Sometimes, you wished you could tell him that you wanted to go on dates, too. Sometimes, you wanted to just cuddle all night and talk about random things that interested you. Sometimes, you wanted to show him off and hold his hand in public. You wanted him to actually get to know you better instead of just sending you dirty texts and dick pics here and there. You wanted him to genuinely look at you in the eyes and tell you he loved you.

The only reason that this whole fuck buddy setup was dragged on for too long was because it was the only way you could get closer to him. You hate to admit it but Iwaizumi didn’t seem that interested with you aside from having meaningless sex.

Frankly, it hurt.

You knew from day one that it was risky and dangerous to be in love with him, but it was just impossible not to. Iwaizumi was a perfectly lovable guy—he was your ideal guy and you wanted no one else but him.

“F-Fuck,” he cussed, pacing faster inside your cunt with the bed creaks getting louder and louder. “This pussy’s so fucking tight, you’re gonna make me cum.”

You screamed and bit your lip, feeling sore from the friction from your tight hole and his hardened cock. You could hear squelching noises with each rough thrust and felt a growing sensation in you that signaled your incoming orgasm.

Like you, he was reaching his own orgasm, because in an instant, he pulled himself out of your core and very swiftly made you sit on your knees while he pumped himself on your face. “Agh, shit. You look beautiful,” a guttural moan leaving his lips as he looked down at you with a predatory gaze.

Fuck. He was so hot like this.

You wrapped your shaky hand around his shaft and did the job for him, performing a fast but rhythmic stroke that satisfied his needs.

“Put it in your mouth,” he ordered, pulling your hair into a ponytail.

You did as told because you were such a good girl for him. You always were. You wanted to please him so he could praise you like he always did—were you really this in love? Or was this all just lust?

With your tongue pressing flat on his throbbing tip, you watched him throw his head back as his member slowly disappeared in your mouth. You started nice and slow, allowing your hand to help build his orgasm the way he badly asked for. There was a hint of saltiness to his taste which you’ve already grown familiar with. “Fuck yeah, that’s so good,” he breathed out, gazing at you lecherously. You released a hum while his cock slid in and out of your mouth and you used you fist to jerk off the upper half of his length.

You were doing the most when you sucked his dick, even hollowing your cheeks, and swirling your tongue around his veiny shaft. When he couldn’t hold it any longer, he grabbed your head with both hands—now thrusting his manhood against the walls of your warm mouth to chase his climax. You let out a gag when he hit the back of your throat before he made you take all of him in again.

“Good girl,” he muttered, chuckling darkly. It took him one last thrust until you tasted his thick, hot cum that were sent straight through the back of your throat.

You swallowed hard, chest rising and falling even until he pulled out of you and there was a string of cum connecting his dick to your mouth to show just how much semen he ejaculated for you to swallow.

That very image drove him crazy. If only he still had the energy, he would have gotten hard at the mere sight of it.

You ran your thumb across your lip to collect the excess jizz that he released and you swallowed it all, not allowing each drop to go to waste because every bit of Hajime was special to you.

He collapsed to your side as he panted—heavy breaths echoing and reverberating inside the room. You followed him soon after and lay on your back next to him.

“I’m so tired,” he exhaled, heavily, “so tired and drunk.”

You smiled and pulled the covers to your bare chest. “Me, too.” You tried to pull his arm to make him move closer to you. “Stay for the night, please?”

Iwaizumi hesitated because he didn’t really stay the night with you that much. He did stay before, however on very rare occasions. If he was nearly passing out from the many rounds of sex that you had, that was the only time he would stay.

He also didn’t like cuddling. He used to like it when you first started, but recently he wasn’t into it anymore. You didn’t know why there was a change of heart or perhaps you were just overthinking this whole thing.

“Fine,” he mumbled, scooting closer and pulling you into his chest.

You giddily wrapped an arm around him and pressed a light kiss on his lips. You could never get tired of his scent and his warmth. “I missed you so much, baby.”

He didn’t respond. He only gently rubbed his hand on your back while your fingers traced his collarbone.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, peering at him with your sleepy eyes.

“Yeah.” He nodded once and kissed your forehead. “I was just busy.”

He probably really was. You’ve had papers to finish on your own and you could only imagine how stressful it was with him. To be honest, you were already lucky to even have this night with him during the busiest time of the month. In Erica’s words, ‘go set up and a dick appointment with your man’ as if knowing that he was hard to get ahold of.

“Go to sleep,” he ordered, patting your back. “Night.”

You relaxed in his arms and held him tight hoping that tomorrow, you’d wake up to still find him by your side. “Good night. I love you.”

Soon as the sun rose from the sky, you woke up from the blaring noise of your alarm going off at 7 in the morning. Iwaizumi stirred from his sleep as you reached for your phone with a deep groan to stop the alarm. Yawning, you stretched your arms and kissed his cheek.

“Morning,” you greeted with a smile.

“What time’s...it?” he asked in his raspy morning voice.

You caressed his cheek and traced the bridge of his nose. “It’s seven.”

As if on cue, his eyes shot wide open in realization and the next thing you knew, he was already rushing out of your bed while briskly putting his clothes on. “Shit! I have an early morning class.”

“On a Saturday?” you inquired, pulling the sheets to your chest with a pout. You were hoping to cuddle with him more. “That sucks.”

“I know,” he said as he sat on your bed so he could put his shoes on. For a moment, he fell silent and you wondered what was going on in his mind but he already spoke his thoughts for you, “Hey, we’re good, right?”

Huh?

“Yeah,” you answered, uncertain with what he meant.

He ended up taking a deep breath before he avoided your gaze. “You know what we are, right?”

Oh.

You swallowed. “...Yeah.”

“Good,” he said, his back still coldly turned to you. “I just don’t want you to be weird about it ‘cause I don’t really know if I like you that much when I’m sober.”

Wow. Just wow, you were speechless.

Out of all the countless nights that you willingly gave him, out of all the times you wasted with him instead of being with your friends, out of all the feelings you’ve harbored for him hoping that this relationship would develop into something more serious—in the end, he still didn’t want to take you seriously.

In the end, you were just another option for him that he could throw away anytime he wanted.

“You’re an asshole,” you spoke through gritted teeth.

He got up from your bed and looked at you momentarily. “Not my fault you deluded yourself into thinking we’re dating.”

“Fuck you!” you snapped. “You took my virginity and used me!”

He frowned unapologetically. “You’re the one who keeps throwing yourself at me like a whore!”

You gasped in utter shock with his words that stung your heart in the most painful way possible. “Get the fuck out of my sight,” you hissed, tears pricking at your eyes.

As soon as he realized how harsh his words were, he quickly shifted into an apologetic stance—his guilt started knocking into his conscience the moment he saw you cry.

“Baby, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it—”

“No, you fucking meant it!” you exclaimed, glaring at him intensely. “You can’t take back what you said. You meant every word!”

He closed his eyes in remorse and wiped the tears off your cheek. “I’m really sorry. I can’t—I gotta go right now. Let’s have this talk in another time,” he said as he took a step back.

“Just go,” you muttered, turning your face away and drowning from the ache on your chest.

You expected that he would stay, apologize, and kiss the pain away. You expected that he would insist that his words bore no meaning and that he actually did like you.

You only wanted to be an important person to him the same way he was to you.

But expectations could kill.

Because when you heard the door closing, you knew he chose to leave you with a broken heart instead of fixing every piece of it.

You spent that Saturday morning weeping it all out after Iwaizumi had left you alone. You felt pathetic at the fact that you were crying over someone who didn’t even give a single shit about you.

Truly, how ridiculous was it that you let him step on your pride like that?

You should have already known that this was going to happen because if you weren’t so blinded with your feelings for him, you’d have realized that he never, not once, treated you right.

In his eyes, you were just a whore.

He simply saw you as another girl he could play around with whenever his body called for it. He probably thought of you as an easy girl, and whether you liked it or not, he could never take you seriously because you were a fool for falling into his trap.

Now it made complete sense—how he stopped chasing you when he knew you’d easily give it to him, how he would retreat into his safe space when he felt that you were getting attached, and how he never publicly acknowledged you as ‘his girl’.

You knew all of it. You just turned a blind eye on it because you thought you could be wrong. You agreed to be in this friends with benefits situation without realizing the repercussions.

When he said he’d talk to you about it at another time, that was another big fat lie.

Nearly a week has passed and he never even bothered to contact you. He didn’t even bother seeing you or meeting with you in person.

You didn’t see him around campus either and you had no idea if he was busy with finals but goddamn, you deserved a fucking apology—a sincere one—for playing with your heart.

Why was he putting the blame on you at all?

No matter how gorgeous or hot he was, you could never look at him the same way and still be attracted to him knowing that he was capable of ruining a girl’s heart like he did to you.

Not one text.

Not one call.

Not one knock on the door to tell you he was sorry.

You grew tired and eventually decided to focus on your final exams that were coming up next week. However, you were incredibly pissed that he was still lingering in your head even when you tried to forget about him.

Erica has noticed this when she saw the look on your face when you two walked outside of the building.

“Everything okay?” she asked in slight worry.

You tightened your hold on the folder like you were going to crush it. “I’m fine.”

“You are not. Have you talked to Iwa?” She assessed your emotions, whether or not you were angry or sad. It was both.

“We have nothing to talk about,” you lied.

She gave you a look of pity and a comforting rub on the shoulder. “He’s just a fuckboy. You never should’ve fallen in love.”

“I know.” Pursing your lips together, you took a deep breath. “I mistook his actions.”

Speak of the devil, Iwaizumi came into view from a reasonable distance across the campus square.

He wasn’t alone.

He was holding a girl’s hand—smiling, kissing her on the cheek, and treating her with utmost respect.

So that was why he just fucking ghosted you.

At that moment, you preferred a real stab to the heart than to see him with your own eyes.

You watched him from afar as he acted so gentle and caring to the girl and it made you wonder why you never received that kind of treatment despite giving everything to him.

Despite offering all that you had to him.

What did you even do wrong for him to treat you this way?

“Who the hell is that?” Erica spat, sending the couple a dirty look. “Do you want me to confront him? Because I will—”

“It’s fine, Erica,” you cut her off before she could finish and gave her a reassuring smile. That was all that you could muster right now. “I never wanna talk to him again.”

“What’s up, chicas?”

The two of you shortly turned to the owner of the voice and saw Connor walking closer.

“Connor, come here!” Erica grabbed the blond boy’s arm and pulled him to point towards Iwaizumi. “Who’s that girl?”

Connor blinked in realization and looked at you hesitantly. He obviously knew something but didn’t want to hurt your feelings.

So you urged him to just spill it, “You can say it.”

“That’s Alisa, his new girl,” Connor confirmed while also sending you a sympathetic gaze. “They’ve been talking for a month now and they kinda just got together this week. He’s been pining for her long before that, though.”

You laughed. You sure as hell laughed at how ridiculous this was.

“What a jerk,” Erica commented. “Dude, seriously, he’s the biggest asshole I know.”

“You deserve better,” Connor told you. “I don’t wanna snitch on my bro but—”

You shook your head, trying to put on a brave front. Although inside, you were already a wreck. “No, I’m glad you said something. Did he say anything else about me?”

“Tell her everything, Connor,” Erica ordered, sending wary looks towards the tall guy.

He scratched the back of his head looking like he was deciding if he should tell you or not, but fuck it, you deserved to know, “All I know is he bragged about taking your virginity with the guys and, uh, said you were clingy, obsessive and that he’s only in it ‘cause you were an easy fuck.”

You froze from where you stood, unable to process what he just said.

Only one thing was on your mind.

One thing, and that was to end this pathetic infatuation you had for him and completely cut him off from your life. You learned your lesson the hard way and you should know that you were worth more than being his plaything.

The problem was, no matter how hard you try to please him, he would never change. A fuckboy like him did not deserve any bit of your attention and someday soon, he’d realize what he lost. He might regret it, or he might not even feel the tiniest bit of guilt at all. For now, this was your cue to stay out of his cruel games and focus on what you deserve.

You hardly noticed that Iwaizumi was heading towards your way with a worried look on his face. He knew what Connor said to you and he knew that he broke your heart into pieces.

But you chose to leave and never look back even after he called for your name knowing that from now on, he was nobody to you.

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Tom Hiddleston | nice acting skills

Pt2 : the changing room

Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

Author’s note : I never originally planned to write a second part but I was being held at gun point so here’s pt2 of the “nice acting skills” imagine KSKSK

plot : after going through this rather peculiar moment, you unexpectedly bump into Tom in one of the changing rooms. From there, things take an unexpected turn.

warnings : smut ( with /legal/ age gap ), unprotected sex, extremely light and discreet spanking.

You were pulled out of your daydream session again by the exhaustingly familiar sound of the director throwing around new orders, setting you and Tom free from set as this scene didn’t necessarily needed to be filmed twice. You were now sent off to the makeup and costumes room which was located nowhere far from the place you currently sat. Tom wasn’t meant to be changing nor getting ready in the same room as you did, which was totally understandable due to the fact that you didn’t share the same gender nor age. He therefore took a different turn than you did, feet leading him to the left as you were accompanied on your right.

You were allowed in your personal changing room, the makeup lady arranging her stencils which laid on the table before the mirror. However, she suddenly seemed to remember about an important detail which she seemingly needed to be getting on the instant. You were therefore left alone with nothing but the costumes and cold cup of tea to keep you company. Sighing tiredly, you sat down on the chair which faced the mirror, eyes falling on your own tired reflexion. However, you were now able to hear the sound of the door opening again, a forced smile appearing on your lips as you expected this person who just walked in to be the makeup artist.

“Did you find what you’ve been looking fo-“ you began, eyes diverting upwards only to land onto Tom’s familiar yet unexpected silhouette. He closed the door behind himself, leaning against the wall as his strong arms crossed against his bare chest. You were now trapped with him. However, it was far from being a bother. But your naturally strong mindset forced you to put up a mask and pretend as if his naked upper body wasn’t something which disturbed your mind and senses. “Oh, it’s you.” You spoke bluntly, trying you best to hide any emotion which could’ve been a threaten to your reputation as a young and serious lady.

Tom smirked. “Yes, it’s me.” He answered, his deep voice which carried a beautiful British accent rolling off his tongue perfectly. It never failed to make your heart and crotch melt. Finally getting up from the door, the older man slowly moved towards your seat before his veiny hands decided to take ahold of the leather material. His ocean blue eyes stared at your reflection in the mirror, yet he wasn’t making eye contact but simply admiring how beautiful your body was. Gently, his hand moved up to your hair which he dragged back behind your ear, fully revealing your beautiful face to him.

“You’re beautiful.” He affirmed, making sure to regulate both his voice and tone in order to guarantee that he would look as attractive as he possibly could- even tho he wouldn’t have needed any of these forced artifacts to seduce you or anyone else. You had caught him red handed through his game, though- again- it was far from being a bother. In contrary, you enjoyed it. However, the little voice in your head couldn’t help but beg you to deny his offer whilst the other part of yourself desperately wanted you to give in his flirts. Your body easily became a battlefield for those two separate opinions to fight and argue endlessly.

Face to your lack of answer- and that mostly because you were lost in your thoughts- Tom tilted his head before moving his hands down to the opening of your robe, gently starting to pull on it in order to reveal your bare chest. However, your own hand was soon to move up to his wrist and take a firm hold of it, asserting dominance and stopping the older man through his track. Face to this hostile move, the actor couldn’t help but grow confused. He frowned and accepted to respectfully pull his hand away. “Do you not want this? I beg your pardon, I thought you shared those same feelings which previously took possession of my body.” Tom explained, referring to how he felt whilst shooting the infamous scene barely a couple of minutes ago.

“No no, I do.” Your responded, your main priority being to make sure that he wouldn’t feel like he was in the wrong nor inappropriate. You finally agreed to get up from the chair you have been sitting on, still unfortunately remaining shorter than your screen partner who towered above you. “But isn’t this... not such a good thing? I mean, I always hear people brag about not mixing your love life with coworkers.” You explained, remaining aware that Tom surely didn’t work that way, which was easily noticeable if you bothered to take a look at the female casts from the movies he’s played in and link it all up with his never ending list of ex romantic partners.

Upon noticing that he didn’t seem to truly pay attention to your words, but more to your face, you stopped yourself through your speech. He was adorning those flirty eyes of his, which no woman could potentially resist to. No matter how hard you fought, in the end, you’d always fall for him. “Can you- stop looking at me like that, with your eyes and.. eyebrows.. and all of it.” You ordered, hands gesturing towards his face. Hearing those satisfying words, Tom accentuated his facial features game. “Looking at you like what?” He responded, slowly moving closer to your body until his hands could finally wrap around your waist. It felt like a huge victory to him.

Before you could know it, Tom’s lips pressed against yours, the man offering you a genuine and intense kiss which honestly resembled the ones he’d give you on set. But for now, this didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you were sharing a wanted and needed moment with your screen partner. His hands moved down from your cheeks to your shoulders, pushing off your robe which fell off your body with ease. Unlike him, you didn’t adorn any form of underwear and was therefore left naked for the older man to cherish and enjoy. The kiss progressively intensified, both of your lips parting in order to allow each other’s tongue to come in.

As he embraced your figure, Tom slowly started to push you towards the nearest wall, the two of you stumbling upon a couple of objects before your back could finally collide with the hard material. You moaned against his mouth, knee moving up to his hip which allowed you to feel his hardening bulge against your sensitive core. Your clit was throbbing, begging for sexual satisfaction coming from the man. Feeling your leg suddenly raise against his hip, Tom’s hand moved underneath your thigh and made sure to hold it up there, offering you some free support so you wouldn’t have to carry the heavy member on your own.

Tom cared a lot about the feminine pleasure- probably more than he did care for his own- which would surely guarantee you a good time spent with him during this early afternoon.

Upon feeling that you were now wrapping your arms around his neck, Tom decided to take the initiative to pull his boxers down- setting free his hardening member which had yet to grow to its full size. He was now able to fully pick you up, hands wrapped underneath your thighs in a cautious manner. His tip wouldn’t stop colliding with your soaking hole, visibly begging for entrance without ever truly daring to cross the step. Thankfully, you knew that Tom had always been a very determined man who usually reached out for the stuff he wanted instead of waiting for people to give it to him.

Therefore, it didn’t take long for him to carefully sit you down on his cock, being able to feel that you were now wet enough to painlessly welcome in his prominent member. You guys moaned together, his forehead pressing against yours as his girth was progressively coated with your love juices. Once he reached balls deep, the actor decided to take a couple of seconds in order to allow you to adjust to his size, ocean blue eyes looking up at your face which he admired and praised more than anything in the world at the moment.

Kissing your lips, Tom began to move again, hips gently and cautiously thrusting forward and retracting backwards repetitively until he felt like he could now fasten his pace. Meanwhile, you found yourself lost through pleasure and bliss, forehead firmly pressed against his as you decided that it would probably be wiser for you to keep your mouth shut and avoid to attract anyone else’s attention. Besides, you only wanted and needed his. Moaning out loud would’ve been a great risk to take as the two of you remained aware that you were in a studio filled with thousands of working people. Therefore, Tom regulated his pleasure by wincing and hissing silently whilst you decided to carry on humming sensitively.

Your arms remained wrapped around his neck as he carried on pleasuring your cunt as well as his own member, lips praising your neck which in some way also helped him through the restricted moans process. His girth rubbed past every single sensitive spot of yours, g-spot going wild and swelling out of pleasure due to the man’s perfectly appropriate actions and mannerisms. However, and without giving you a warning, Tom suddenly pulled out in order to flip you around- you chest now facing the wall as you were soon to understand that your job was now to bend over for him. His arms had probably grown tired of carrying you, which you acknowledged and understood.

Before he decided to bend you over, his large hands moved up to your breasts from behind your back, caressing and squeezing them with a lot of lustful care before he retracted his hand back to your spine, pressing his palm against your flesh and forcing you to slightly bend over. There wasn’t much space between you and the wall, which therefore only allowed you to fold a little bit. Your own palms collided with the wall as Tom’s hand caressed all the way down to your bum, giving the flesh a gentle slap before allowing his digits to take ahold of his own girth. He guided his tip to your entrance again, taking time through his actions to make sure that he would execute them properly and painlessly. Even through lust, Tom remained a gentleman.

Feeling his hardness slide inside of you again made your legs tremble, yet Tom made sure to hold you up by giving your hips a gentle and reassuring squeeze. The muscles he had developed through the intense hours spent at the gym contracted as he began to move in and out of you as you tried your best to once again remain silent and discreet. Though, a couple of moans eventually had to escape your lips. Tom shushed you respectfully, giving your bum a light spank which stood as a punishment face to your risky behavior. Yet you refused to complain, smile appearing on your parted lips as the older man continued to pound your core.

Eventually, his hips began to stutter, thrusts gaining in sloppiness which was due to his nearing orgasm. This once Tom didn’t manage to hold back his own moans, hums and groans escaping his lips as he respectfully pulled out right before white strings of sperm could be projected against your cervix. Instead, the thick liquid landed on your back, staining your flesh. “Fuck..” he praised, taking a deep breath in before exhaling loudly. His hips continued to gently rock against yours, shaft rubbing against your upper bum as Tom wished to fully get over his orgasm.

You were left emotionally shattered, body still recovering from the intense amount of emotions and sensations which had previously taken possession of your body- brain still attempting to figure out wether this was right or negative for both of your careers.

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Seers' Miscellany

Prologue: Origins of the first bloom

A circular fic for the Dainsleif mini-series I'll be working on. This will be the introduction; of the evanescent bough keeper of the new world. "Observers of the North do not usually wind up in personal business, but when they do, in their wake comes great shifting of the plates of the timelines." Logs of the stag and the delicate flower.

Pairings -> Dainsleif x Reader; Reader is NOT Traveler

Word Count -> 1579

Themes -> Pretty sad, but also fluffy

Chapters -> 1

Warnings -> Story progression takes a while, oh dear why am I doing this now, I'm so busy

"500 mora; and three answered questions."

He's not really sure what lead him to indulge the requests of a simple adventurer when he made his rounds around the city of freedom. Was it the simple need for currency? It couldn't be, he was better off with other commissions that Katheryne could offer.

Was it the desperation in your voice and eyes? You looked at him like a prophet, your only salvation, and perhaps in this context that may be true. You were but a lone adventurer and the way your weight leans heavier on one foot shows your struggle to those who have keen eyes like him, no other person wished to indulge your needs and you were getting desperate.

Or was it the three questions? Dainsleif have yet to hear such contractual obligations before, but it felt as tho it was the most important part of the agreement he took the moment you pleaded with that soft voice. Humble yet resolved, not letting him walk away without at least considering it once.

And so he found himself traversing the land of the wolves through a dangerous path, where you skip ahead with a gait of happiness, bubbly and energetic enough to surpass even his long legs. You hummed without consideration at the glee of finally having a companion, and he did not mind it at the slightest despite the attention it may bring upon your little party.

"First question," Dainsleif fleeted his gaze away from the horizon to turn to you whom slowed your pace to match his, head looking over your shoulder with a wide grin. "How are you?" So innocent.

He huffs in amusement, the most emotion you've seen of him. "You don't need to waste a contract question for such a simple question, you know," he stands behind you as you crouch down on a shrubbery filled with Wolfhooks. Your main objective for visiting Wolvendom in the first place.

You assured him that you meant your question in every way possible as your hands carefully pick at the herbs, wary of the thorns and the intrusive prickly leaves. Despite your attention turned away from him he knows you await his answer. Dainsleif hums to himself and stops—

How is he? What does he truly feel in this moment of his time?

A simple question yet risked for one of the three inquiries agreed upon definitely holds a deeper meaning. His train of spiraling thoughts halts upon the sound of otherwordly grunts and chants as he turns away from your still busy form (you seem very focused on your foraging) to find three Hilichurls approaching with ill intent.

Dainsleif squints at the impending threat before shooting a final glance to make sure you weren't looking. His arm glows blue as he raises it, power in the form of blue swirling mist surges around him - how are you? The feeling brings him back to vague memories of his past, of the energy rising through him at his expeditions with an old companion, of the thrill spent upon encountering the unexpected. Such thoughts are not vivid but the familiarity of what he is experiencing right now was enough for him.

Though he was sure that there were no camps before they went through this route.

"You asked me how I am," he spoke when you finally turned from the bush with an armful of Wolfhooks on your arsenal, confusion on your face at the sight of downed Hilichurls and the side profile of the bough keeper.

His cerulean eyes were fixated at his left hand that he repeatedly closes and opens for a few seconds, before he fully turns to you (your eyes did not miss the blue glow from underneath his cape, where his right arm should be) with a wisp of a smile, "I feel alive right now."

You reciprocated the gesture with a wide grin, "I'm glad to hear that!"

A majority of the wolfhooks gathered where given to the little Botanist Chloris, the seller of flowers, who looked relieved and ecstatic upon your arrival. Something Dainsleif took great notice of. Carefully handing over the berries and some which you had to pluck singularly from your companion's flowy cape, the little girl gave you her Valberries in exchange.

It was sweet and familiar, something Dainsleif took note as he accepted your offer of the fruit despite his none need for sustenance.

Your little chewing sounded through as you two settled on the humble camp you managed to setup with your supply for a single individual. There was a little hole in the middle for a campfire Dainsleif had made the effort to prepare knowing the coldness the night will bring soon enough, and your fragile form is not something he wishes to bargain now. Is that really the reason? Perhaps in the back of his mind, he was really just working on forgotten routines.

"Second question," his footstep at the edge of the camp halts as he turns once again, where you sat on the mat as tonight's bedding, hands flicking to remove the stray juices of the berries. He stood still in wait before he goes back to his mini mission of getting fire wood.

"Go on," he urged when you stood a minute longer in silence.

"Do you like traveling, Dain?" Easy enough, he simply said yes and left when you ended the conversation with a nod.

When he came back with the wood and tinder bundle for easy spreading, out of the corner of his eye he watched your hands work on the mortal and pestle as you grinded the remaining wolfhooks on your person. The fire started the moment he was done setting up the kindling and your face filled with admiration at the sudden and immediate spark, praising him for his quick work.

Dainsleif is both talkative and not, and at times he finds himself rambling to the wind. The moments of the night passed without much details until he found himself talking about his past adventures with his old companion, of the world they've seen together and the now estranged relationship between them.

His responses were sometimes cryptic unintentionally, and he apologizes when there are things about it that he couldn't answer simply because he could not remember. When silence struck after he finished his tales and meal, the beautiful spike in his eyes found yours gleaming despite the drowsiness pulling at your whole feature.

"I'm glad you're very fond of traveling. If not, I wouldn't have met you," and he wouldn't have taken the commission. Dainsleif's eyes flashed in recognition, finally understanding the meaning behind your second question. Somehow this little commission deal turned into a silent back and forth quip of him understanding past your simple inquiries.

Like a little game he muses on with his curious mind.

That night you rested with the extra comfort of his eccentric cape, something you needed more than him as he gazes over the clear night sky. His eyes silently traced the galaxy of stars while the sound of your whispered breathing accompanies his sleepless night.

The last question and that last of your very quick expedition came the next day at the cliffside overlooking the lair sealed by winds.

Your fingers were dusted by the violet paste of grinded wolfhooks long consumed the night prior, stained fingers gripping the thin and fragile stem of the yellow dandelion in its grasp. It was his great observation that let him realize the disaster that happened now but even his foresight could not prepare him for what has to come.

"Third question," his head snapped down to watch your ethereal face don a calm smile, the sun's setting light kissing your cheeks in the right angle that matched that of the clean clouds above. Your eyes silently questioned his unfocused gaze but he only shook his head.

Don't worry about it. "I know this last question would end the commission with you," your voice trembled in both fear and fatigue but Dainsleif didn't force you to preserve your strength like he should. "But I wanted to ask, maybe tomorrow again,

do you want to be my traveling companion?"

The hand that clutched the Dandelion found it way to the side of his mask, the petals brushing against his eyelids as he looks down at you with an eye. A ghost of a smile lingers on his lips as he leans on your hand.

"It would be my pleasure."

Life momentarily flashed over your orbs before you let out a sharp exhale and a breathless, joyous laughter. Relief overtook the tension that laid on your shoulders, and your hand would have dropped to the ground immediately if he had not gripped it on the last second.

"That sounds good. I've always wanted to travel the world," he pulls the cape closer around your form as your eyelids droop to a close. And he witness another breathe, "It was supposed to be today, but I feel really tired today, I'll rest early too if that's okay."

He rose from the ground with you in his arms, "I'll be here."

"Mmm thank you... good... night."

"Good night, little dandelion."

And perhaps that distant memory from faraway had urged him to invite and indulge, when he saw the same spark of intrigue and desperation, of the warmth of carefree days in front of him.

"But I will require advance payment,

500 Mora, and three answered questions."

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Time And Time Again

Dream x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Romance, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Basically a rundown of some of the most recent cute moments brought to you by the most adorable will-they-won’t-they couple: Y/N and Dream.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your wonderful request, it really made my day when I received it! I hope I captured what you wanted and what you had in mind in the fic and I hope you enjoy the read! This is my first time writing for Dream so I hope I don’t mess it up hehe. Love, Vy ❤

“I don’t wanna go in the cave!“ Y/N squeals in terror when she realizes that in order to make progress in the game and continue moving onward with the story, she has to walk Blake through the dark, dingy and danger-ridden cave in Outlast 2. The gang’s all there with her on a Discord call to keep her company, knowing she’s a scaredy cat underneath that tough girl exterior. And being the scaredy cat she is while also having a preference for horror games has made Friday nights very interesting for her and her friends: her, Clay, George and Sapnap sit on a Discord server while she streams whatever horror game she had planned for the evening to her close to her thousands of viewers.

“Don’t worry, Y/N! I’ll come with you, imma hold your hand the whole time.“ Clay volunteers wholeheartedly without a second to waste.

Much to his disappointment, however, Y/N’s reply to that is: “Not until you go wash off all that cheeto dust that’s all over your fingers.“

Clay gasps dramatically, “How DARE you? I offer you help and comfort and this is the thanks I get? I hope one of those heretics in teaches you a lesson!”

While the pair are now in a full-on ‘heated’ dispute on their manners and politeness, bringing back things they did wrong as far back as three years ago, George and Sapnap are just connecting the dots silently.

“Wait, Y/N...“ George is the one to finally speak up, “How’d you know he’s eating cheetos?”

Taking a momentary break from the bickering, Y/N reassumes her more sweet tone of voice as he addresses him, “He freaking raided my cabinets and has eaten all my snacks already! He’s only been here for two hours, damn it!”

“Don’t make it sound like I inhaled a mountain of snacks in two hours! You literally had only two bags of snacks - meant for one person, mind you!“ Clay argues back, neither him nor Y/N realizing that this accidental outing will send their fandoms in a fit.

Of course, people hang out at their friends’ all the time, nothing weird there. This wouldn’t have been such a big deal to anyone if Sapnap didn’t say:

“How come Clay has the privilege of coming over to place and George and I don’t?“

Oh boy...

* * *

“Hi everyone! I know you guys couldn’t care less for an intro so Imma get right into it...“ Y/N says, all seemingly in one breath, “You see this masked man next to me? This tree of a man right here? Yes? Good, well judging by that poorly made cardboard mask he’s wearing - curtsey of yours truly - you probably already know who he is. If not, meet Dream, aka Clay, aka the raincloud above my parade.“

That specific laugh echoes throughout the room as the said tree-of-a-man wraps an arm around the significantly smaller girl’s shoulders, pulling her closer till their sides collide, “She loves me, trust me, she does.”

“Only when you bring me food though.“ She corrects him, wiggling his shoulders to see if she could set herself free from his grip but relaxing in his embrace when she realizes she won’t be going anywhere unless he willingly lets her go.

Clay tilts his head to the side to look at her through the holes poked into the mask before lifting his free arm to reveal the plastic bag he’s been holding all this time. “Oh, well then I wonder what I’ve got over here...”

“Oh my God, Panda Express! You’re the best, Clay.“ She squeals, grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie and pulling him down while she simultaneously pushes up on her toes to place a kiss on his cheek which is a tiny bit exposed to her between the mask and the hood he’s got over his head.

Before the man could even recover, he finds himself empty handed, having lost the girl and having lost the bag of food to the girl.

That kiss was worth it though.

* * *

“Ok, so I’ve seen this ‘my girlfriend does my makeup’ challenge going around and since I’m single as all hell, I got my best friend Y/N here to do my makeup.“ Clay points to Y/N who’s holding a makeup bag in one hand and is giving him a very disappointed look, “Judging by the look on her face, she’s not at all impressed but I promise to make her a bit more excited to be here in editing.“

“Of course I’m unimpressed, this is the troll video of troll videos!“ She complains, throwing her arms up, “Sure I’ll do your makeup and get a kick out of it myself but none of them will see it!“ She points to the camera, “None of them will know what amazing makeup artist skills I’ve got.“

This leaves Clay speechless for a moment, uncertain of how to reply to her statement before just deciding to say: “Well, at least you’ll be getting a kick out of it, that’s all that matters to me.”

“Aww...“ Y/N bats her eyelashes at the camera as her bottom lip forms an emotional pout, “Please don’t be so sweet to me after I just verbally kicked your ass. You always do that and make me feel like the meanest person in the world.“

“Aww Y/N, I’m so sorry.“ He says, sounding genuinely apologetic as he wraps his arms around the girl that’s tiny in comparison to him, bringing her closer to him with his tight hug.

“YOU’RE DOING IT AGAIN!“

* * *

“Hey Clay, I bought lunch on the way so I hope you’re-” Walking into her friend’s recording room abruptly, Y/N finds herself face to face with his webcam, the light next to which is glowing, suggesting the device is on and she’s currently on the screens of the thousands of people watching Dream’s stream. His mask is on - the one she made for him - of course, but she can still feel the aura of him smiling, relieving her of the worry that he’ll be irritated by her walking in like that - unannounced and without knocking. To be fair, they never announced to one another when they’d be stopping by and by this point in their friendship they have also stopped knocking too. “You’re streaming, huh?”

“Yup!“ The word is said in such a teasing manner she almost allows herself to blush, “What you got there tho?“

“Chipotle.“ She answers shortly, “And I’m starving so can we please turn your stream into a Mukbang?“ She furrows her brows as she inspects what’s on his computer screen, looking at a comment section instead of the usual screen of a game she’s used to seeing. “What are you doing, anyway?“

Looking back at his screen for a brief moment before turning back to her, Clay replies, “Oh, just reading mean comments, as one does to boost their self-esteem.”

The flash of anger he sees on Y/N’s face is most certainly not what he was inspecting to see. Mockery, yes. Humor, yes. Faux sympathy followed by some mean comments of her own, definitely. But he anger he did not see coming at all.

“Who’s talking shit about you? I’ll end them!“ Putting the plastic bag of delicious food aside, forgetting all about it in the process, Y/N grabs a chair and drags it over next to Clay’s so she too can look at his screen.

And that boy has never felt so much adoration for his best friend. Their fans - and especially their shippers - would’ve lost it if they had been able to see the look he was giving her.

* * *

(back to the ‘girlfriend/best friend does my makeup vid’)

“Ok, so what kind of look do you want me to give you?“ Y/N asks as she sits down on the stool in front of Clay, her makeup products placed on the dining table which is to her right.

“You ask me as though I know what I want.“ Clay laughs, the sticker of his mask floating above his face, following his movements as to keep his features hidden, “Just do the look you do on yourself everyday. It looks really cute on you, who knows, I might be able to pull it off too.“

“Sure thing.“ She smiles at her friend’s compliment, “Just stand still, ok?“

“Yes, ma’am.“

* * *

“Y/N, no! Stop!“ Clay warns her via the Discord call while the two are streaming Minecraft together alone for once, “Not another word!“

“But I really do feel bad!“ Y/N whines in response, “Why don’t you allow me to apologize?“

“Because there’s nothing to apologize for!“ He says, clearly done with the conversation, “I willingly gave you my jacket, you didn’t ask for it.“

“And now you’ve got a cold because of it!“ She continues arguing her case, “The least I can do is come over to take care of you.“

“I don’t need a pity nurse, thank you very much.“ Clay bites back, “But your company would be nice. Though I don’t want you to catch whatever cold I have.“

“I’d catch any cold for you, Clay.“ She replies teasingly - with a ton of honesty underneath that teasing.

Honesty both her and Clay are aware of. As well as the mob of people watching their streams right now.

~ ~ ~ And so the snowball effect continues with little moments sprinkled throughout their online presences that make the snowball of shipping get bigger and bigger. Every now and then, both Y/N and Clay let little bits of their true adoration and admiration for the other slip through. And time and time again do those moments send their fans in a frenzy.

Rightfully so.

@kia-isabelle

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