#it would be so much fuuuuun
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In other news i totally wanna do the silly chibi op dance now. This is why i need friends
#text post#it would be so much fuuuuun#not the chibi dance but i have seen videos of ppl doing the tutting from s1s op#really rad#that would take so much more time and effort to learn than the chibi dance tho lol
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Poki Pops your Cherry
(Pokimane x Male Reader, 2000 words) Tags: First time sex, blindfolded sex, blowjob, creampie, extremely thick asses, wide breedable hips.
Poki welcomes you into her room with a knowing smile, her soft hands confidently pulling you towards the bed. Your heart hammers in your chest, you cannot believe that this is really happening, that Pokimane is actually going to take your virginity... Noticing your nervousness, she soothes you, everyone is jittery when they first meet up, even her! She gently guides you onto the edge of the mattress, still holding you hands is she earnestly squeezes them, "Just relax okay? This will be fun I promise, but you've got to chill a little bit. That's it, deep breaths, in and out, in and out... there you go. Now its nice to meet you, as you know my name is Pokimane, and yeah, we're going to be having sex! Its always awkward during this first part, but it will get better I promise. Okay so tell me about yourself... oh- oh! Wait this is going to be your first time? Oooooh I'm so excited! I love teaching guys how to fuck, this is going to be so fuuuuun. First things first, strip for me, I gotta see what I'm working with!"
With Poki urging you on, you shyly strip off your clothes while she watches approvingly from the bed, her legs crossed elegantly. She nods in satisfaction, as she takes in the whole picture, she's glad you're decently cute. She doesn't really mind looks that much, but she does place a premium on being clean and well trimmed; so good job, you wont have to use her shower before proceeding. In one fluid motion, Poki is off the bed and hugging you tight, even through her dress you can feel her warmth. She leans up to give you the faintest of kisses, before producing a long scarlet clothe. She instructs you to memorize her face, because for this next bit you're going to be blindfolded. You see, Poki has this problem where guys just get so excited seeing her naked that they simply ejaculate prematurely; often without her even touching them. So she wants to make sure you can last long enough to enjoy your first time properly; and she has so much to teach you as well... So your last sight before everything goes red is Poki's face, comfortingly smiling as she wraps the cloth around your eyes. Taking you by the hand once more, she pulls you forward to the bed, laying you down against some pillows. You hear Poki stripping, the rasp of silk as it slithers to the ground, the soft clatter as she kicks her shoes off, the creak of the bed as she clambers onto it, and she begins to explain how this is going to happen,
"So here's what we're going to do, before we can fuck, I'm going to have to teach you how to fuck. Give me your hands- And to do that, I need to teach you how to please a woman, there is so much more to it than just sticking it in. Okay story time, the first few times I've done this, guys would just have me bend over, they'd stick it in, and then just cum. It was so, unsatisfying, both for me and the guy! Like congrats dude, you just had your 10 seconds of pleasure, now do you want to like just chat or something? It was so bad... so now instead, I set the pace, and I make sure that you guys know how to be with a girl. So I'm tying your hands up, because I want you to learn about my body, and not just go crazy and start squeezing everything alright? So the first thing to remember, is touch..."
Poki presses her nude body onto yours, and your bare flesh squishes together, as she slides against you. You feel two pillows of softness settle onto your chest, molding with your skin, sticking slightly as she settles in. And she stays like that for a little while, attuning her breathing your own, idly caressing for a time before subsiding; allowing you to grow comfortable with your novel situation. Poki's hot breath caresses your neck as she slowly approaches your ear, you shudder as she murmurs in it, "Next, you gotta know how to kiss properly, girls love to get kissed... And guys too..." With that Poki's gently plants kisses along your neck and up your cheek until her soft lips find your own. She keeps them tightly pursed, making sure that you fully appreciate the feeling of her lips before bring your tongues into the equation. So when she does deepen the kisses, your tongue eagerly seeks out the warmth of her mouth; you both tilting your heads to enjoy it. Poki sucks upon your tongue, gently applying suction to it as you moan into her mouth. She guides your tongue in how to wrestle properly, deliberately forcing you to take your time and enjoy yourself.
When Poki is satisfied, you are both panting slightly, and you can tell from the lascivious way that she drags her breasts up towards your face that you're doing well. She playfully nuzzles your face between her breasts, the squishy flesh sticking your cheeks as their warmth suffuses you. Then, with an unseen smile, she tells you to open your mouth, and you readily comply. Something soft and rough, mounted upon the oily flesh you are fast growing accustomed to, enters your mouth; and you enthusiastically slurp upon it. Poki lets out a squawk, whacking your head in disapproval, "Hey! You have to be gentle with them, nipples are super sensitive okay? Now start on outside and work your way in... uh huh that's it, spiral in slowly... you have to tease it to make it really pop, then you can give it that 'good sucky sucky' lol" Poki sighs as her nipple hardens and grows larger in your mouth, allowing you to play with it to your heart's content. Only then does she let her now swollen nipple to pop out of your mouth, before quickly feeding you the other one. All the while, her hand occasionally finds its way down to your crotch, idly tracing along your shaft to make sure it hasn't prematurely spent itself.
Abruptly, Poki detaches you from her now flushed nipple, tenderly ending your suckling session; your mouth has more important things to do... You feel her stand up, shifting her weight to either side of you as she holds your head steady. You smell something unfamiliar, salty and sharp, that makes your blood pound through your veins, your neurons firing with thrilled anticipation. Your body knows what is coming, even if you do not. Poki purrs down from above you, "You had better be careful with this, okay? Now take your time, and just feeeeel it out, I'll tell you what to do when you're ready..." With that, something warm and fishy is pressed against your lips, and at her urging you taste her. Her pussy is a soft slit, crowned with hooded nub, and beneath... a wet hole awaits. Your tongue explores every inch of it, spreading her lips, wriggling your tongue into her sex, licking at her clit. Poki endures your amateur attentions for some time, before teaching you how to please her in particular properly. She tells you exactly how she likes it, making you focus on her clit, doing circular motions with your tongue and sucking upon it gently. Eventually though, she removes your head from its place between her thick, sweaty thighs; strands of saliva still connecting you to her mound. Evidently you did a good enough job that she is moving on to her next.. task for you. And there is very little you haven't done yet...
"You did pretty good, but what's important is that I'm now wet enough for penetration. Oh... I can tell you're getting excited now! Hey, hey, just chill, sit back, and relax. Let me do all the work, I just want you to enjoy how it feels got it? I would let you watch but... yeah no I want you to cum in me for your first time, not all over my thighs." Poki crouches upon you, her breasts grazing your chest as her hand firmly holds your manhood upright. Your tip senses her warmth, straining upwards, mindlessly seeking to unload your seed. A soft breath kisses your ear, "Ready to get your cherry popped...?" You nod frantically, as Poki slowly sits on your dick. The first thing in is your head, engulfed in warmth, the tightness of her entrance noticeable just beneath it. Then she goes lower, languidly taking your entire length until your twitches can be felt in her belly. Poki's folds lightly massage your cock, far different from the hard clenching that masturbation bestows. Then she is moving, and your brain turns to mush. Poki's pussy slides up and down you, the sensation and hotness of being inside her is intoxicating; no wonder so many of your predecessors finished so quickly... The mere thought of the inevitable finale of your sex sends your balls surging upwards, throbbing with ecstasy. Poki adjusts the pace of her bouncing, accommodating your growing climax with deep, long movements. Just as you reach the edge of no return, your blindfold is suddenly removed; making you blink as your eyes drink in the wonderful sight before you. Poki beams in pride, her heavy breasts flush from your affection, her wide shapely hips, and between them... the faint implication of a bush leading down to the point of your joining; where your cock is buried inside of Pokimane.
With primal groan you empty yourself into Poki, thick ropes of your cum spewing into her, coating her pussy with your potent seed. Who rides out your climax with a smile, her thick thighs methodically pumping herself atop you until you are full drained. Poki slowly unmounts you, until you cock flops out onto your chest, glistening with your shared sexual fluids. A wet slick of semen soon follows it, splattering down onto your twitching shaft; evidence of the massive quantities you filled her with. With the faintest look of embarrassment, Poki scoots herself backwards to clean the mess of off your still sensitive cock; her attentions resulting in another round of piteous moans. When she is finished, she moves back up onto you, reaching behind you to free your hands at last. She cuddles against you, lazily inviting you to explore her body with your hands while she chatters in the afterglow of sex, "Mmmmm that was nice, wasn't it? Fuck, dude you came so much in me, it lasted so long I thought you were having a seizure or something! Hey! What did I tell you about handling a girl's body with care? That's right mister, be gentle... oh and like, don't be rough with my pussy, most girls are pretty tender after sex... Mhmm just savor the moment, this is the best part after all... cuddling together, enjoying each others' company, enjoying each other's bodies... Oh, woah you really must have saved up for this, you're getting hard again already? Gotta love it when their young... How about this time, I let you do all the work, okay?"
With that she seductively untangles herself from your embrace, crawling down the bed a bit, her butt now on full display. Her massive cheeks frame the hollow in which her entrance resides, supported by her majestically rounded thighs. Poki turns back to look it you with flirtatious amusement, she spreads one cheek wide, revealing her slick, swollen pussy for your pleasure. She leans downwards, arching her back with erotic intent, wordlessly urging you to make love to her once more. Poki knows how much guys love mounting her fat ass from behind, so what are you waiting for?
Get over there and fuck Pokimane until your balls are dry!
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Angel vs. Devil: Reader x Jean Fluff Part 2
I got more ideas after I wrote the Ice Sculpture Fluff, so now this is a mini series - surprise! If you haven't read that yet, please read it here.
If you like this, be sure to check out my original character x Jean fic on Ao3 here
Pairings: femme reader x Jean
Summary: Weeks after your first kiss with Jean, you're wondering why nothing else has sparked. He's evasive about a night out with friends that he's not going to – and you decide to find out why.
Warnings: none, this all v cute fluff, a self-indulgence
Word count: ~4K
It's been weeks since your first kiss with Jean after seeing the ice sculptures together. Weeks – and nothing. You thought things might progress, but bar trivia nights were too big and crowded for much to happen, though you were still thoroughly enjoying them. You and Jean had kept up your schedule of meeting at the coffee shop twice a week for you to write and for him to draw, but it was all very platonic. At least, you thought. A couple times you swear you caught him staring at you, but as soon as you looked up he was buried in his sketchbook again.
On Wednesday nights, the coffee shop switched to wine after 5 pm, while you met on Saturday mornings and enjoyed your favorite coffee orders. Sometimes you chatted nearly the entire time. You learned a few more things about Jean – he switched back and forth between straight black coffee or sugary lattes – no in between. He almost quit the soccer team his first year of college because of the emotional stress, but Marco talked him into staying. He had a habit of squeezing his hands into fists when he was frustrated or anxious.
He learned a few things about you too – that you twirled your hair when you were stuck in writer's block, that you chose to Trost for college because you knew nobody from your high school would be there, and that you were a sucker for the baked goods at the cafe and wouldn't share with him.
Sasha is just waking up when you yell that you're heading out to the coffee shop with Jean.
“Have fuuuuun,” she teases. Though she's buried in blankets, you know she's winking. You told Sasha everything, and she's just as baffled as you – why hadn't Jean made another move? “Don't come back unless you've got some good Jean tea!”
“I'll do my best,” you roll your eyes and head out the door.
~
You smack Jean's hand out of the way as he tries to take a piece of your chocolate chip muffin.
“Funny that you and Sasha ended up as roommates, you're just as stingy as with food as she is,” he accuses in a playful tone. The Saturday morning sun streams in through the windows and over Jean, giving his hazel eyes even more warmth. He runs his fingers through his hair to push it out of his eyes and dives back into his sketch. Fuck, why is he so cute? Though you do notice dark purple circles under his eyes and wonder what's been keeping him up at night.
“You can buy your own,” you retort and tap your pen on his elbow. You take another bite of your muffin, still warm. The chocolate chips melt in your mouth. You put it back down on the plate to get back to your character development worksheet, but Jean interrupts you.
“Oh, you uh. . .” he trails off and you glance up to see him pointing to the corner of his mouth.
“Hmm? Oh.” You realize you must have chocolate from the muffin on your face. You lick around your lips and look down, refusing to make eye contact. “All good?”
“Ah, not quite, here.” Jean's long arm reaches over to you. You freeze and hold your breath. His thumb rubs the corner of your mouth with a gentle but strong touch. He lingers for a second and brushes your bottom lip and – someone at the front of the coffee shop yells your name.
“And Jean, you're here too!” Jean jerks his hand away from your face and turns around to see none other than Connie bounding over to your two-person table. He grabs another chair from a table and plops down.
“Why are you awake before 11 am?” Jean glares at his friend.
“Because it's the big day! Don't tell me you forgot!” Connie throws his hands up in excitement for what, exactly you're not sure. You and Jean exchange a blank look. “Not you too?? C'mon guys, the basketball game is tonight!” Shit. You did in fact completely forget this one. Normally you are so honored to be invited something that you remember every detail, but watching sports has never been your thing. The Trost Titans are hosting their rival, the Marley Warriors, which apparently is a big deal. Connie “knows a guy” and scored everyone tickets. “I need everyone there in Titans gear for good luck, or Reiner, Bert and Annie will never let me hear the end of it.” You remember that those three are from Marley.
“Ah, I'm not sure Connie, basketball's not really my thing. . .” you trail off and worry that you'll seem ungrateful since he already got everyone tickets. You might be up for it if it were a sporting event outside – that's the big reason you and Historia played intramural sand volleyball in college, but trying to pretend to care about basketball inside in arena surrounded by die-hard fans doesn't sound appealing in the slightest.
“It's no sweat,” Connie says your name, “think about it, or at least meet up at our place after.” You nod and consider that meeting up after could actually be fun. Connie, Eren and Armin all live together and you haven't been to their place yet – ironic considering Connie practically lives on the couch in your apartment with Sasha. “What about you Jean?”
“I already told you, I can't.” Jean doesn't look up from his sketch.
“What do you mean you can't??” Connie throws his arms up again.
“I mean, I can't. I have a thing.” His voice grows with irritation. You have to admit that meeting up after the game without Jean there sounds a little less fun, although maybe it'd be a good distraction from pining after him.
“What thing? Got a hot date tonight?” Connie presses. You notice Jean's tell tale sign of his free hand closing up in a fist.
“No, a work thing.”
“Whaaaat? Why you working on a Saturday?? Come out and play with us!”
“Because I have a work thing, Connie, now get off my back!” Jean tears his eyes away from his sketchpad to narrow his eyes at Connie.
“Geez,” Connie leans away from him. “Whatever got up your ass this morning must be sideways. Anyways, that's my coffee order.” He points to the barista at the counter “Hope to see you tonight.” Connie waves at you before he grabs two coffees, presumably the other for Sasha, and dashes out the door. You turn back to Jean, who's sending invisible laser beams at his sketch. You had never asked Jean what he was working on and vise-versa. It's like an unspoken agreement.
“So uh, what is your work thing tonight? If you don't mind sharing,” you ask with caution. He finally brings his head up but avoids eye contact.
“Ah, it's an open house fundraiser for the kids. We show their art like a gallery and there's a suggested entry fee. It's mostly their family and friends.” He shrugs. You perk up at this endearing side of Jean you haven't seen since the ice sculpture night.
“Oh, that's actually really cool. Will you or any of the other teachers have pieces on display?”
“Not sure yet. I'm going to head there early and see if I can finish something up.” He continues looking away from you and places his hand on his neck. “Anyways, you'll have fun at the basketball game?” He gives you a questioning glance.
“Mmm, like I said, not sure basketball is my thing.”
“Yeah, I hear that,” Jean says as he packs his sketchbook away. “It is a fun time though – you'll get to see Connie get completely sloshed and try to pick a fight with someone. And believe it or not, Annie gets pretty amped for the game.”
“That's almost intriguing enough,” you laugh. You had never seen Annie anything other than stoic. She and Armin are truly like the moon and the sun. “Would it be weird if I came to your fundraiser?” You blurt out the words before you realize the gravity of what you asked. Why does your brain keep short circuiting around this man? Jean pauses and grimaces.
“It'd probably be pretty boring for you, it's just a bunch of paintings made by melodramatic 13-year olds. You'll have more fun at the game. Anyways,” he tosses his backpack over his shoulder, “I'll see you at the after party.”
“See you,” you say with a monotone voice. It's like a punch to the gut.
~
With your phone in hand, you pace back and forth in your living room. Sasha and Connie had already left to pre-game. As soon as you get home, you call your best friend to see what she made of the situation.
“But why was he being so weird about it? It didn't even sound like he was going to have any of his art there,” you muse.
“I don't know,” Historia says your name, “maybe he was telling the truth, maybe it is really just boring.”
“But still. Wouldn't he want a friend to show up to support what he does? Am I overthinking this?” You flop down on the couch, which is covered in crumbs from Sasha and Connie's late night munchies. Historia would've cleaned it up already, but you don't mind the mess. It's a sign of life, of fun.
“Maybe. . . “ she trails off.
“What if I just went?” you propose. Apparently, your brain was still short circuiting.
“Why do you even want to go?”
“I'm not sure,” you confess. “Something just feels off with how evasive he was.” You hear a muffled yet abrasive voice in the background. “Is that Ymir?”
“Um, yeah, I hope it's okay – she heard everything.” At this point, you assume Ymir knows anything and everything you told Historia.
“HEY,” Ymir shouts your name. “I think you should do it! Go to the art thing. Fuck around and find out!”
“But he seemed like he didn't want anyone there,” Historia counters in her gentle way.
“Exactly,” Ymir retorts, “You gotta find out why.”
It was like talking with an angel and devil on your shoulder. And today, you choose the devil.
~
This was quite possibly one of the stupidest things you've ever done. You linger outside of the nonprofit art studio that Jean works at and shove your hands deep in your parka to protect against the cruel wind. Although really, zero degrees was quite balmy in comparison to the -20 degrees you and Jean braved for the ice sculptures. The slightly dimmed, warm lights beckon you inside as you wonder what in the actual hell you're doing here.
A gaggle of giggling girls interrupt your thoughts. They head for the front doors of the studio, give you a pointed look, and then collapse into giggles once again as they enter the building. Despite the nearly subzero temperatures, heat rushes to your face. Somehow, it's worse getting bullied post-school.
Another sharp wind cuts right through your parka and you can't take it anymore. You rush into the building and involuntarily hum with relief. You barely hear what the kid at the table propped up in front of the doors says to you. Without thinking, you shove a $10 bill at them and walk further into the studio. As expected for an arts nonprofit, it's small – not really a studio as much as a couple connecting classrooms someone tried to dress up as a studio. You dart behind the coat rack and scan the room for Jean, but he's no where to be seen. Parents mill about with their middle school kids.
You keep your parka on, in case you need a quick escape. Plus, it's fucking cold. You begin wandering through the sea of student paintings. A sign at the start explains that the theme is peace. Some paintings are right on the nose – a dove flying with an olive branch or a collage of psychedelic-looking peace signs. Others are a little more nuanced. You chuckle at the painting of a cat stretched out on a floor in a sun spot. You too would like to be sunning yourself and lazing about. Another is a woman, you assume the student's family member, baking bread. You cycle through the student showcase faster, eager to see if Jean has anything on display. Finally, you reach the back corner of the studio. Your eyes flit to the tags below the instructor's paintings. True to what Jean told you earlier, you don't see Floch's name. At the very last tag, you find “Saturday Coffee – Jean Kirstein.”
You look up and find yourself face to face with -
Yourself.
You are on display for everyone to see. Exposed. Your eyes widen and your lips part in shock. Jean has captured you perfectly – from the exact shade of your hair and eyes, to the way you hold your pen, even the slight scars on your skin from a severe case of acne in high school. In the painting, you're at the coffee shop writing. One hand holds your pen, the other your cup of coffee.. There's even a half-eaten muffin to the side.
I'm going to kill him.
A torrent of emotions flood you – violation, honor, embarrassment, humility. Footsteps approach behind you.
“It's beautiful, isn't it? That's my Jean boy's painting.”
You turn to find none other than Jean's mother. Even if she hadn't said anything, her eyes were a dead give away. Nobody else could have his exact shade of earth-like hazel eyes.
“Yeah, um – it's – it's” you stutter.
“Oh,” her eyes light up. “It looks just like you! Are you his muse?” Her laughter is like deep music, but she's interrupted by an aggravated voice.
“Mom, what are you doing here? I asked you not to come.”
Jean. Shit.
Heat flushes your face as you make eye contact with him. And goddamn, he looks good. He's wearing Vans, black loose fitting jeans, and an olive green sweater. Based on his facial expression, you're not sure which of you is more mortified at this situation.
“Oh – “ he says your name and softens, “you're here too.”
Horror and humiliation take over your body.
“So this is why you didn't want to come.” You jab your finger at your mirror image. Jean shrinks into his sweater.
“Look, I can explain - “
“Explain what? That you drew me without telling me?” You try to ignore his mother's worried eyes darting back and forth between you two. Your throat chokes up and you whip around and head back toward the front door. Jean follows you and says your name.
“Wait!”
“No!” You turn back around to face him, tears threatening. “Shit Jean, you at least could've fucking asked me first.”
Hurt flashes across his eyes, but you don't care.
“Ooooo!” The middle school students are entertained by the show you don't realize you're putting on. All too aware of every eye on you, you dash out the door. The now subzero temperatures suck the air out of your lungs. The door behind you doesn't slam shut as expected.
“Please, give me a chance to explain,” Jean pleads with you. You turn around and soften at the sight of him running after you with no coat on, his ears instantly red.
“That was humiliating,” you voice cracks.
“I know, I know.” Jean tips back and forth on his toes and shoves his hands deep in his pockets. Fuck men for getting pockets. “Look, I gotta stay here for a little bit longer, but can you give me a chance to explain? I'll take the painting down immediately.” You raise an eyebrow. Though you do want to know why, the devil in you wants run home and leave him hanging. It's what he deserves. “Meet me at the brewery around the corner? Beers on me? Please?”
This time, you choose the angel.
~ ~ ~
By the time Jean gets to the brewery, you've already guzzled nearly all of you raspberry sour. You take the last sip and eye him as he walks in, flushed from the sudden heat.
You knew exactly what brewery he had referenced as it was the same one that you, Historia and Ymir frequented after intramural volleyball games. After one game, you three sat in the back corner and Ymir scratched “Historia + Ymir + their pet” into the brick wall. You're still not sure how she managed to scratch all that and not get caught.
One year later, you sit in the same spot – but alone. Until Jean comes running up to you. He tears his knit cap and winter coat off, leaving his lengthening hair sticking up in all different directions.
“You started without me?” He points at your now empty glass.
“Mmmhmm.” You nod and cross your arms.
“Can I get you a refill?”
“Yep. Raspberry sour.” You push your glass toward him. A few moments later, he returns with your drink and an IPA for himself.
“Explain yourself,” you demand as soon as he sits down.
“Right,” he agrees and sighs, running his fingers through his hair before resting his stubbled chin on his hand. His face is still flushed, but probably not from the heat inside anymore. “I panicked, honestly. I'd been trying sketches all the time we'd been at the coffee shop, but I was getting no where with the peace theme. I already didn't show anything at the last showcase, which isn't a huge deal, it's mostly for the kids, but I figured it would be a good way to get back into it. Then one morning, it hit me that what I needed was right in front of me.” He gestures his hands to you. “It was you. You were writing in your notebook and drinking coffee, nothing special, just our usual Saturday morning, but you looked so at peace. It's different from how I normally see you.”
“What do you mean?” You furrow your eyebrows. “Different how?”
“Oh, um,” he scratches his stubbled jaw. Fuck. You are not immune to the effects of a well defined jaw. “I guess when we're all in a big group, I've noticed that you're a little tense, like you have your guard up – which makes sense in a big group of people you don't know very well. So it's been nice to see you relaxed and in your element.” He shrugs, seemingly embarrassed of all he just divulged, of just how much he pays attention to you.
“Hmm.” You keep your arms crossed and nod, unwilling to think too deeply about Jean's accurate observations. “And you didn't bother to ask my permission because . . . ?”
Jean takes a deep breath. “Because I was staying up past midnight painting and I was terrified you'd think it's weird. I didn't want to risk not showing anything tonight, so instead I just hoped nobody would show up. And that's not an excuse, I know. It was a stupid decision. I should've given you the chance to say no. I've taken it down and I promise I won't show it to anyone without your permission.” He slumps down in his chair and looks to you for a response.
You clear your throat. “Thank you.” Jean's face loosens a little.
“Actually, you can have it, if you want. You have more of a right to it than I do.”
“No,” you shake your head and take a sip of your drink. “That feels weird. I can tell you put a lot of time into it, if nothing else.” He nods, but remains silent, unwilling to accept the compliment – probably out of shame. You're not sure if you're quite ready to forgive Jean, but you also don't want to talk about it anymore. “So what was the deal with your mom?”
Jean's head jerks up. “Ah, I owe her an apology too. She's come to every single one of my shows, but I was nervous that she'd get the wrong idea. The curse of living in the same city as your mom means she'll find out anyway,” he smirks.
“And what would be the wrong idea?” Your heart skips a beat as you wait for Jean to answer.
“That we're . . . together,” he purses his lips together. “We're friends, right?”
“Right,” is your knee jerk reaction. Disappointment and glee fill your body at the same time. Glee because you do in fact want to be friends with Jean. Disappointment because this clearly meant the kiss meant nothing to him. You remind yourself that you barely know Jean, yet the attraction is undeniable, especially as a broad grin stretches across his face, which sends you melting.
“Good. Thought I'd lost you there for a minute.”
You return his smile and give his long leg a gentle kick under the table. It's all too easy with how far they stick out. “Just don't do anything like that again,” you warn, half kidding, half serious.
“On my honor,” he says, placing his right hand on his heart in a mock salute. “But seriously, I feel like I owe you a lot more than a beer on me. Can I take you out around Trost sometime?”
Those are date words, but a small voice in the back of your head reminds you that this is an apology – and you don't want a pity hang out.
“You don't have to do that – hang out with me because you feel obligated to.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “That's not what I meant! I mean, I do actually want to hang out with you. It'd be fun to see you outside the coffee shop and trivia. Really, you'd be doing me a favor. Marco's been so busy with his nursing shifts and there's only so much of Sasha and Connie I can handle.” His words spew out almost faster than you can comprehend.
You know what he means, but you tease him. “So you want to hang out with me because your other options are out?”
“Ah shit, I'm really digging myself in a hole here.” He looks down and rubs his fingers through his godamn sexy hair again. He says your name, “I want to hang out with you because I like spending time with you. Better?”
You laugh. “Alright, you've got me. What do you want to do?”
“It'll be a surprise,” he gives you a wry smile and takes a sip of his beer.
“Hmm, mysterious.” Your phone buzzes – someone's calling you. Nobody ever calls you except Historia. You take your phone out and it reads “Connie Springer.”
“Connie?” You answer.
“HEYYYY,” he slurs your name. Jean busts out laughing. Connie's voice is plenty loud enough without speaker phone on. “We WON! Titans win! Get your ass down to our place NOW! And make sure to bring that horse face with you.” He hangs up before you can respond.
“Horse face?” You ask Jean, who crosses his arms and rolls his eyes.
“Eren's insult turned nickname, I guess.” Something tells you that it's endearing from Connie and infuriating from Eren. “Do you want to go after we finish these?” He points to your still mostly full drinks.
“Sure, though I'm not really sure what to expect. Never really been into super competitive sports.”
“It's a lot of fun, even if you're not into it. Mikasa and Armin are pretty 'meh' about it, and they still manage to have fun. Expect Connie to be belligerently drunk and insufferable. Sasha will be off the wall. Reiner might be in tears.”
“Tears?? For a basketball game?” It's hard to imagine the beefy guy in tears.
“He's a big dude with a lot of feelings,” Jean chuckles. “Shall we find out?”
#jean kirstein#jean kirstein fluff#reader x jean kirstein#jean kirstein x reader#date night#aot#attack on titan#sasha braus#eren jaeger#mikasa ackerman#modern au#snk#shingeki no kyojin#fluff#writing#brave-and-gentle#friendship#roommates#reader x Jean#Jean x reader#historia reiss#ymir#connie springer#femme reader#jean x you#you x jean
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can i just say i love the way you include diverse bodies? like yeah, rhetoric's got a tdick, pain threshold has a girldick, reaction speed has tits! they're just chilling!!!!
even with human characters, like kim in the sex pollen fic. cannot describe how much fondness i felt reading 'his scars scraped comfortably against the kitchen table'
thanks 🥹
thank you so much!! yeah its super important to me that i shake up the body types as much as i can in my art n writing, i feel like it just makes stuff more interesting overall. having everyone be skinny cis etc etc is just boring from a character design perspective-- especially with the skills! i knew i had to get silly with it because theyre note really bound to the laws of gender in the way humans are.
in fact here are my skill gender/anatomy notes for ya! enjoy!
Logic: he/him, can shift his puzzle pieces around to form either a penis or a hole
Encyclopedia: he/him, has a dick also i think it would be funny if he has a fat ass too. yeah encyclopedia has cake.
Rhetoric:they/he, will sometimes leverage their gender for problematic points. Has a tdick.
Drama: all pronouns, gender is a performance and they are the main character. has a dick and a hole because they’re just that versatile.
Conceptualization: any/all pronouns, has breasts and a dick. Can change up their form as well.
Viscalc: he/they, has a dick (also top scars because they look sick as fuck) can kind of formulate whatever genitals he wants
Volition: he/they, has a vagina. Masculine, identifies as a man, but doesn’t have any strong allegiances to it.
Empathy: they/them. No genitals! Feels stimulation through others.
Inland Empire: they/them they’ve got a tdick, hole and breasts but they do get a funny feeling if you pass your hand through their head so thats also kind of an erogenous zone.
Authority: he/him manly masculine cis man with a cock and balls and everything
EDC: demigender or bigender?? Has no genitals just a void.
Suggestion: they/them, has top scars and a hole.
Endurance: he/him, another manly masculine cis man. Flat as hell ass
PT: she/they, has a dick. (sheathed in her middle part lol)
PI: he/him, yet another manly masculine cis man but he’s caked as hell
EC: he/they oops all those tentacles are genitals actually. Does have a hole at the center of their torso tentacles– like an octopus
HL: she/he, has a hole and breasts.
Shivers: she/her, no genitals, if you fuck her youre fucking revachol. Good luck with that.
HE: he/him. Has a tdick and top scars
Perception: she/her, body is essentially a humanoid cloud of solid smoke, so she can change up her form a bit, but she claims she gets more sensation with a hole, and because that’s her whole prerogative, she normally chooses that
RS: she/they, has a tail which is fuuuuun! Has breasts and a dick
SF: he/they, has a dick.
Interfacing– he/him, has a dick.
Composure: they/them. null. No genitals on this one actually. They do have breasts tho
(meanwhile i just. love the thought of trans kim. makes me happy i should write more trans kim stuff)
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AU: Shattered Mirror
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#Palpatine's shaping up to be a real fun part of this AU#also I love the phrasing on the last bit. especially with the note of Obi-wan never falling… because it was how he was raised. #and Anakin never fell but he does rise to the light. so it'd be an inverse of his arc in the PT but not precisely like his arc in the OT #so fuuuuun to imagine how that would pan out. and the mention of the Republic being weakened. makes it sound like an underdog against #a rising Empire. which once again is just. ooohhhhh the possibilities
Oh 100%. I have to think more on who the enemy is, I know it would be the Sith but... the politics of it and what it looks like on the surface vs beneath it.
I do know that... YES, Palpatine is turning it one of the absolute highlights. He is a man who is pained when dishonesty is required of him. He... he finds it almost like a small murder. Not just to the other person, but to himself. He is trying to keep the Republic together, but it is fall apart in his hands. So much has been taken. Until it is the core worlds left. He inherited a mess, but how can he possibly fix it? He knows that the conquered mid-rim and few outer-rim planets are suffering, but he's barely holding the Sith off from the Core Worlds.
Maybe Padme "fell" when Naboo was conquered by the Sith? She decided to genuinely convert to their side, because they were what was in power. On the surface, she argues that it was for the planet. It isn't. Or maybe Naboo was destroyed? We're talking... mass extinction event. On the level of what the Separatists did in the TCW novels.
Oh... oh that dawned on me. That means that Palpatine has lost HIS homeworld. He has already failed them, what good would he be to the Republic? But, it is up to him.
Rather than so many voices going, "KENOOOBBBIII", it is Obi-Wan who gets obsessed at the slights his way. They consume him. He flies off the handle. Real ginger energy, here.
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hi HI! I just read your Wayne fics and I just had to come tell you i ADORED them! i love the dynamic you created between Eds, Steve and Wayne, i love what you did with the shovel talk and just with the whole story! it makes me happy for the three of them <3 feels like they'll have a great life they'll share with each other and that is just! so special to me! i love the munsons and i love stevie so much thank you for writing that 🥹 you're amazing and you're writing is awesome and i hope you have a great day today :)
hiiii!! omggg thank you SO much!!!! 🥺🥺🥺this is SO sweet!!!! this message made my whole entire day!!! i'm so so happy that you like the fics and the way i write those three! gah i had the best time writing those fics and writing those dynamics, they're so much fun to explore. and ahh yes! the shovel talk!! i KNEW there wasn't going to be a "typical" shovel talk between wayne and steve because nah, wayne's not like that. and he's seen for himself how good steve is for eddie — he knows steve would never intentionally hurt eddie. there's no reason for that kind of talk. which is why i went for a promise instead! a promise to always take care of each other, because thats what matters most.
fuuuuun fact, but i actually have two more parts for this series in the works! still wayne pov ofc, but one features the kids too and one features the future 👀 i'm so excited about them!!
but ahh tysm for this, it means so so much to me 💕💕💕 i hope YOU are having a great day too!!
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1. I love the Eurovision !! Americans will never get the sheer amount of joy this weird night bring to us Europeans. And I’m French and we always loose 😂.
2. Wonder what will happen with Maya and Carina in the final. Not in the teaser, not in the promo pics so don’t think drama but something spoilery. And a bit disappointed that we will not see Maya in her class A and Carina in a dress.
3. Dani need to drop out her work out training cause girl lifted Stefania like it was nothing. I request that every season now.
Hiiii, greetings from Spain. We also never win hahahahaha But yes Eurovision is so much fuuuuun, my fav part is seeing the memes people always come up with 👌🏻 I saw one last night that said "Willy Wonka and the Ompa Loompas every time a kid falls into the chocolate river" and it was a video of Moldova performance, I couldn't stop laughing. Such a fun night. Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha
I'm also kind of disappointed, I wanted to see them all dressed up (I don't think Maya would go in her class A because no one is wearing them at the gala tho). Maybe we will still see them even if they don't end up going, a girl can dream 🙏🏻 Either way I'm excited!
Hahahahahaha tbh I don't think I would be able to follow Danielle work out routine but it would great if she provided that with visual support am I right? 😉
#ask#anon#I hope they give us some good Maya and Carina content in 6x18#And I hope it's really justified them not going to the gala#(I want them to go sooooo bad 😭)#Anyway thanks for your ask anon that was fun
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Besties, I'm so fucking nervous.
So, I'm applying for a job in one of the biggest art agencies as an assistant in my country. It's an organization that organizes concerts, the biggest festivals in my country (which I go every year with my friends) etc. Please keep your fingers crossed! If I fail there, I will try for a similar position elsewhere. 🤷 I go to many concerts, it's actually my hobby for a long time. My mum always laughs that wherever i go i always have headphones with me. Also, I think it would be a perfect job for me and a HUGE-HUGE change in my life. I would get to know the backstage of these events from the other side, as a worker, as I always wanted. Jeeeez, I'm so talkative today, but I remember you telling me to keep you updated! 🧍
Anyway, I think that going abroad can wait a little longer, first I need to gain experience here and then I can try somewhere outside my country. Okay, I had to get it all out, SORRY.
Oh, yeah, also, Brad is a pie. 🍰
Always yours,
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that sounds like so much fuuuuun sending positive vibes your way and hoping you get the job 🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞 keep us updated on that and life in general!!!!!!
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Crazy weekend that I think my heart would explode. And it did.
Went out swimming with new SV friends last saturday. It was fuuuuun.
But the craziest thing was I initiated flirting with the person I really like (which I have promised myself to give more time to know before telling her, I told myself a month, and my heart ached) and she reciprocated my advances!!!! I really thought she won't like me holding her but she let me 🥺 Even let my stupid damn ass sniff on her hair. Back hug her and every clingy person would do. And even let me stay with her for a night, then cuddle with her while we both sleep. Though I could not sleep for fuck sake because my damn ass would want to savor the moment if come the next morning, she would tell me she was just carried away with my advances. I really did want to let her out of my embrace. Although we aren't in the best postition or posture while sleeping we kept at it. She have no idea how happy my heart was and how scared I was that what we were doing, for her, was just because she got drunk. But for me that was everything. I have always dreamt of entangling my limbs with the person I really love/like. And then the next day, I confessed to her. Like that was the first time I confessed. I was really ready to be rejected and told off. That we would only continue as friends as if nothing happened. But then, I guess the universe sided with me this time, because she told me she liked me back.
And then I told her everything or some things I can recall on how much I wanted to be with her. How I am so excited for the weekends because it would be our badminton day wherein I can see her for at least or at most, once a week. How I thought I could wait a month to tell her I like her, but I didn't coz my flirty ass can't stay still when she's around. Even shared my simp playlist, the playlist I listened to when I figured I was so down bad for her. How my heart aches and threathens to explode just because I like her too much.
And also in that convo, she also shared how she liked me way back and I fucking never had an idea and never assumed. All throughout our talk I feel like I going to melt. It was a dream. I never thought someone I really like would like me back. We decided that we would want to know each other better and she would allow me to visit her not only once, but as many times I want to. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 It was so surreal. Is this what it feels like to have a shot at real love? Because damn, I want it so damn bad.
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it was really early in the morning when we went to han river and ate ramen there (CAN FINALLY CROSS IT OUT MY LIST IM HAPPY CRYING AGAIN) so there weren't that many people yet except for those alr walking their pets (SO CUTE BOTH THE PETS AND OWNERS R TOO NICE :(( ) and then bicycling. our initial plan was to have a lil picnic at night but decided to just do it in the morning so it wouldn't be too cold (SIKE) and about the couples -- OMG YES THEY ARE EVERY. WHERE. ANY TIME OF DAYYYY. it's really different to see it yourself. esp at parks!! we couldn't stop giggling because we don't know if we should proceed taking pics w the flowers and all or just look for another area because they're all there doing couple stuff (cute pics and all) it's so fun n hilarious.
that's alright though, at least you could save up more and maybe do other things first so you'd be ready-ready once you're all decided to go :> going with friends really IS FUN :(( coming from a really introverted person (ME)
i so agree with you 🥹 bigger, better, more fun, more more more worth the wait. it's kinda funny to think it now but that time it was just too depressing for me that almost everyone around me are there EXCEPT ME. like, genuinely happy for them but u just can't help but be sad too yk? SO I HEARD ..... and based on the clips i saw the boys were having soooo so so sooo much fun not to mention the crowd's truly amazing.. AND I THANK THEM THE BOYS HAD SO MUCH FUN. about the byl, if you're free that time then i think you should get it. HAVE FUUUUUN think of it as a little preview for u until you finally get to experience it live ;-;
PLEASE ENJOY THAT BREAK WHILE YOU CAN I'M TELLING YOU. i went straight to working right after i graduated and yes it's a good thing i alr secured a job as they said but i felt so down and burnt out for months since i never got to take a rest even for just a week or so... it was like my time was running out fast or something.. SO PLEASE. rest, have fun, do whatever makes you calm and happy.. just. enjoy <333
(PS i notice my responses get longer and longer each time i hope it's not a bother to you or to anyone that comes across this. and pls.. don't thank me im having so much fun chatting with uuu)
HIII firstly. not bothered by ur long responses at all i love reading these it’s like receiving a letter 🫶🏻 pls keep on sending these when u have the time hehe
omg eating ramen at han river…cycling and people-watching that literally sounds like the dream i’m stealing that idea for my own future trip <3 RIIIGHT the couples also i hear all the girls r super pretty w the middest boyfriends ever 🤭 im also an introvert (and actually irl really guarded lol) and i always wonder about what it would really be like to travel w friends or even live with them…wonder what it will do to my social battery and also just seeing me at my worst (11pm-2am) but ngl i won’t know until i try :) my friends and i might all be going overseas to and the same country for uni so it’ll really be like starting a new life and i’m excited to do it w them no matter what happens
sometimes it’s a comparative thing…. it feels like everyone else is there and it’s so sad that you’re not. i’m still debating between actually paying for the byl and also just watching it being streamed off someone else… one thing is that finding links for streams r so stressful esp when they get cut off…. but another is am i rlly gna spend $50 on this….but i hear it’s going to be really special with some new songs <3
the burn out is so real….. i was so annoying for the first few weeks of working because i just couldn’t believe like is this what real life is…? is there really nothing more to life? i was so struck LMFAO i was beginning to realize the power of having a bubble subscription because getting a notification from haechan as i’m rotting at my work cubicle is like a LIFESAVER. this is my last week of work and i’m so excited bc my friend will also be finishing work so we’re sooo gna celebrate by doing jobless things and maximizing our unemployment (weekday lunch deals and cheap museum tickets) 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
I HOPE YOUUU feel rested after ur trip and that life’s been going okay…. HOW ARE YOU!!! what have you been doing :)
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Twas the day after Winterfest and- nah, not doing that again. Lara is the first gal awake in this household and she’s got 6 hours until work. First things first is to sell her gardened plants off! And NAPs are available. This time, we have the dedicated time to go and repeal and vote in a new NAP before we leave this household again. And I’m going for Water Conservation. Because I have made no strides to go and fix the water bill deficit and I don’t wanna. So I invited a few of her friends over. Moria Fyres and Naoki Kobyashi. We’ll see if they’re up for Water Conservation repeal. Alongside Lara’s husband.
Speaking of which, both him and Izzy are awake! I had Izzy take the day off. It’s offically her winter holiday after all! Lara gets repeal signatures from Moria, Cameron and Naoki before heading off to work. Nicely done! Only need two more to go then. And you’ll actually -shudder- have to talk to the neighbors.
Cameron was back to upgrading his solar pannels and working on more rocket ship upgrades and Izzy...just needed rank 10 mental. Well and an A grade but there’s not much I can do about that one when she’s on winter holiday. And Rank 10 she got! Woo. Uh, let’s do things kids would do! Like uh, play with science equipment? That gains logic which she quickly got to level 2 with. Play with a toy? Hmm. Or I guess work on her yoga? Perhaps? Man! Perhaps I would have taken her elsewhere, were it not for this blizzard. Speaking of which, weather forcast for Windenburg? Lots and lots of snow. Fuuuuun. Back to the chess board, I suppose.
Oh hey, Charity Hand is here. Charity and her father were basically the first household the randomly generator decided I should spend LOADS of time with so they’re kinda my adopted main household so to speak. Charity made friends with Cameron in college despite going to different universities. Enough so much that I have ideas. Certain ideas.
And Lara’s back from her job! She wants to stay gloomy of which...well, eh, she’s in a super-focused mood so good luck with that, and to plant a new plant. Good luck with that as well considering the ground is not in a good state to plant things in with this ultra-freeze. I’ll have her research her already planted winter plants. And her bees. And I sent Izzy to play video games. With her mental skill fully developed, she can become a true gamer!
Though Charity popped over and I realized something. I could make friends with her and at least get started on the next and most difficult child aspiration, the Social Butterfly one. Still need to meet 5 new sims but hey. We got time.
I was going to have Lara research gardening but Izzy has the computer on lockdown. Buuuut, Lara has computer glasses to use! They can check social media and browse the web. And be social. And hey, now she can stand around and look cool while she researches gardening stuff! And how’s Cameron? Still working hard on that rocket ship. Eventually he finished and he headed off for a much needed bath. Spent too much time outside in a blizzard, after all! And right around then, everyone gathered a late supper and headed off to bed.
Neighborhood Watch!
Forgotten Hollow: The McHenry household recently moved out.
Kameron Yuan in the Yuan household has died. Kameron got on the bad side of a rabbit.
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I LOVE YOUR MERMAID AU @artsyorangeykay AND I ADORE THE GRIF SIBS BEING HAWAIIAN MONK SEALS SO HAVE SOME NEVER-TO-BE-FINISHED ART OF THEM
(There’s more to come, trust me, I’m not done with this au)
#artsyorangeykay#enthusiasm at its best#I love them#I'll never not say it#DRAWING SEAL TAILD ARE SO MUCH FUUUUUN#UGUUGHHH Ima do Tucker soon enough but Ive got other peeps to draw out before him#Ive been thinking about doing baby seal Grif sibs just because I love how chubby the seal tails are#and just TURN THEM INTO BABIES AND IT WOULD BE TEN TIMES CUTER#but I'll probably never color this since it's really a lineart only sketchbook#rvb#dexter grif#kaikaina grif#tuckington mermaid au
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If you were given free reign w to write an arc for any member of the arrow fam who would you chose & what arc would you give them?
So there's a lot of things I'd like to do.
Not about me.....But I really want @batphobique to write pre-Island Ollie. We get so much pre-hero stuff for other heroes and we just get crumbs for Ollie or it's all island content. I also think that Val could absolutely kill this plotline based on the pre-Island Ollie I've seen him write before and tbh, we deserve it.
I think that writing Ollie immediately post island could be something I really enjoy, I have a lot of thoughts about the island and think that while we've seen the island and how it shapes Ollie's character that it's what happens once he's home that really impacts Green Arrow and I'd love to write it.
Anyway Val if you're reading this a fic collab with Pre-Island, to Island, to freshly home from the island Ollie???? Could be fuuuuun
I would do so many things to write a Jade book that looks at her origins. Like a "Cheshire: Year One" but instead of one year, it's looking at everything that leads up to her becoming Cheshire and actually tackles the imperialism inherent in her character history. Humanizing her is very important to me and showing her history beyond Roy Harper is also just so important to me.
I'd also LOVE to do something with Shado, maybe the kind of Shado and Jade team up I've mentioned wanting before. I think those could be really impactful.
If someone doesn't write Mia and Grant meeting I'm going to riot, but it's probably gonna have to be me who continues to write it so like... I'm out here I guess.
I want Emiko and Shado to have meaningful stories that aren't based on racism, and apparently this is too much for DC to handle so....
I'd love to explore more of Connor's insecurities with his family, especially in terms of him having a scrapbook of Ollie and Roy while feeling abandoned by his father while Ollie had adopted another kid.....
The moral of this answer is that I have a lot of ideas and a very long to-do list for fic writing.
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A very special date night
ok, here it finally is! I’m sorry about the delay but I got it finished and I’m actually pretty nervous to post this but here goes, I hope you all enjoy it <3333
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Finally.. It was date night. EJ and Gina couldn’t be more hyped to finally get their time together.
Due to busy schedules (EJ in college and Gina with highschool, theater, etc.), time alone just got cut shorter and shorter. They decided enough was enough and planned for one day a month where they could both simply be together but of course, to make things a bit more interesting, one of them would choose the location while the other got to choose the meal or place to eat.
This month, EJ was choosing where they’d go but the thing is… Gina truly had no clue what he could be planning. Usually, he’d drop a huge obvious hint but assume he didn’t just reveal but this time around, no hints or anything.
The day finally came, a bright Friday afternoon. The sunlight beamed through Gina’s window as she yawned while stretching her arms out. Still in the process of waking up, she suddenly heard a buzz come from her phone.
Hey, G. Sorry, I couldn't text sooner! I’m at the zoo with Big Red so I won’t be home most of today. Enjoy some of the breakfast saved in the fridge and get your game face ready for tonight with my cuz ;)
Before Gina could respond, a second message came in putting a stop to all her suspicions.
And nope, can’t answer any questions! Anyways, have fuuuuun
She let out a long sigh, so many questions rushing through her mind and the only way she could think of putting them to rest for the moment was by focusing on something else so the girl sluggishly got up and went to shower.
Once she was out, most of her impending questions had settled (not all were gone, to be clear though) and as she walked downstairs, yet another message came except not from Ash this time.
From EJ: Ready for one of the greatest date nights ever, babe? ;)
A smile grew on her face as she headed to the door and found EJ waiting outside beside his car. He was leaning against it, specifically by the passenger side, most likely waiting for Gina to arrive so he could open the door for her like the incredible sweet boyfriend he is. Blush spread across her face as he noticed her coming out.
“So, am I still not allowed to ask questions?” she joked once they were both sitting inside the car.
“I mean, of course but this is gonna be an interesting date and honestly I’m curious to see your reaction without any ideas..” he explained as they drove. Gina raised an eyebrow but kept her thoughts to herself. While they sat in a comfortable silence, she started to try and contemplate where they could be going. The biggest hint she had was Ashlyn’s text but even then, with how vague it was, she still remained puzzled.
Just then when they arrived, all that curiosity disappeared from her mind and she finally realized what she meant by getting her game face ready. They were about to play Laser Tag.
As they walked in, she couldn’t help but already feel her adrenaline start to rush. She finally realized what Ash meant when she said to get her game face ready and Gina was going to do just that.
The teams were selected by random and EJ already had their names filled out on the form so now all they had to do was wait for the announcer to begin calling out names. Gina and EJ anxiously but even more excitedly stood waiting for the announcement to come already with their hands interlocked.
As they stood waiting, EJ leaned over to whisper something into Gina’s ear sending a chill down her back. “Just know, that if we’re on a different teams and I beat you, I will like you just the same as I do at this moment.”
Gina scoffed at the comment and looked him dead in the eye, trying to stifle her laughter. “Don’t try to intimidate me, babe.. It’s not gonna change anything, I got my game face on now and it stays till I win.”
He jokingly rolled his eyes at the snarky reply. Before he could respond, the announcer finally came on.
“Ok ok ok, let’s do this! So excited to kick-off the first laser tag game of the day and as most of you already know how this goes, blah blah blah be safe. Once you’re hit, you’re done for a good ten minutes. Now anyways, now back to teams..” he quickly rambled.
Gina glanced over at EJ who just gently squeezed her hand while they expectantly waited to hear the team names.
“Alrighty then, let’s begin… for team red, EJ Caswell…” he started, considering the teams only consisted of six players for this round, it didn’t take long to name all the players and before they knew it, it was already time for the blue team.
Since Gina’s name wasn’t called out for the red team, it was obvious she’d be a part of the blue team meaning that they were going to go against each other. To be honest, the idea of being able to hold the win over the other’s head enticed them both.. A lot more than they liked to admit.
The teams began to disperse and head to the main room for setting up. While in there, this time EJ shot a glance at Gina, who was zipping up her dark blue vest. She turned for a second to wink at him before returning her attention back to her team.
EJ did the same and not too long after, the whispers and small talk went silent as everyone’s laser guns began beeping and flashing most likely because they were being turned on while the lights dimmed down. The announcer came on one last time soon after.
“Players, prep time is over… the doors to the laser tag area are now unlocked and you may enter. Let the games begin.”
Everyone immediately separated and went to find hiding spots. Gina immediately knew the second level was the place she needed to be. As she navigated through the dark space, something felt off… almost as if she felt a presence following behind her.
“It’s probably just your nerves, don’t break focus”, Gina muttered under her breath. Soon enough, she began to turn a corner, that feeling came back again. She immediately began dashing and ended up finding a small pitch dark corner to hide in right by the stairs she was finding to the second level in the first place.
Just as Gina thought, once she slipped behind the corner someone came not long after and it didn’t surprise her one bit who it was.
“Aw man, I lost her.” EJ groaned in frustration. Gina bit the inside of her cheek to contain her laughter at seeing the poor green eyed boy mope.
The fun ended though as he started to explore the area and he began getting dangerously close to her corner so she did the only reasonable thing a person would do if they felt threatened.
While his back was turned, she took the opportunity and leaped onto his back. He immediately toppled over and Gina had the upper hand for the moment. Gina clapped her hand over his mouth before he could start yelling for help.
“Shhh.. don’t fight it.” she whispered softly leaning in closer. Now she hadn’t planned for this part of the plan but he was right there.. one little peck wouldn’t do anything.
As she slowly removed her hand from on top of his mouth, her body went into shock when he went in for the kiss. She didn’t even think twice once her brain started to function again and reciprocated.
Her hand gently released its tight grip on the gun and Gina’s focus finally broke. They broke apart after about 30 seconds to take a breath but then Gina heard something that made her blood run cold.
Her vest was beeping and so was her gun.
She looked at EJ, who had a satisfied smirk resting on his face. “I thought you knew this, G. I play to win.” He said so while holding his red glowing gun up.
Gina, shocked and possibly just a bit impressed, remained speechless. He played her at her own game and won?! Gina wasn’t gonna let this go, there was still a chance and she wasn’t going to waste it.
In the ten minutes that Gina was out, EJ knew she would be out to get him and only him. He played an extremely dangerous move by playing Gina like that but it’s obviously what she was planning for him so if anything, at least she’ll know now that he knows most of the tricks up her sleeve.
What scares him though is what she has left…
Within a couple seconds, he manages to find one of his teammates and the two stuck together for a couple minutes. They found a good spot and chilled for a second after all the navigating and running.
“So, the girl that’s currently out.. She’s your girlfriend, right?” the boy said, he looked around 14-15 but EJ couldn’t exactly tell.
“Yep and once she’s back in, we’re gonna need to hide really well.” he warned, followed by a chuckle. “You really think she’s gonna be that furious?”
Poor kid. He really doesn’t know what she’s capable of, he thought to himself. “Oh yeah, she’s gonna be infuriated. Don’t worry though, she’s probably gonna come for me only. We’re just super competitive like that. It runs in our blood.”
EJ glanced back to see the kid terrified. “O..k.” he let out. The conversation didn’t go much further but at least before they split off, EJ did manage to get across the fact that he was only joking.
After a while of walking, he checked his watch and realized that Gina would be out any second. Just as he thought, not a minute after checking the time, a beep came from the speakers signaling that a player would be entering the game.. It was about to get a whole lot more dangerous than before.
Once she was out, Gina knew exactly what EJ would be thinking.. He knew that he was her main target and that’s what he needed to get out of his head.
So, Gina put her focus on getting his teammates out first, with the help of hers as well of course. If she was being fully honest, she really did not expect to work as well with her team as she did. They were just as cunning and competitive.
This made Gina’s plan that much easier to complete. While waiting out her ten minutes, she had concocted a pretty simple but effective plan.
Her teammates and some of the opposing team members were actually everyday regulars here at the lasertag so they knew the routes and pathways that the others would take. With this information, it was decided that they’d take care of their own personal friends and get them out while Gina was left to find EJ and get him out.
Yes,it was simple but if Gina was going to win, all she needed was for it to be efficient.
Not much time was wasted, once she got out. The beeper signaling that players were out began to go off every couple of minutes, she quietly counted while swiftly moving through the area. Out of the corner of the eye, she saw something from behind. No way, she was turning her back this time.
She quietly and carefully walked back to the spot where she noticed something and immediately let out a breath of relief at seeing a kid resting back in the corner, his eyes shut tight. “It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll tell you where he is. Just please don’t tell him I told you. I can be out, it’s ok, I-”
“Ya know, kid. I actually kinda like you for that but what did EJ tell you?! Did you really believe I was seriously out to murder him, it’s just our thing.. Don’t worry and well, if we’re bargaining here.. The best I can do is you give me EJ’s location and I’ll give you an extra ten minutes to go hide.” she explained, holding her hand out to seal the deal.
He looked down a bit worried but shook nonetheless. He quickly whispered where he thought EJ would be hiding and ran away within a second after.
Gina followed his instructions and slowly crept up to the second level of the arena. She knew that kid gave it up way too easily and there was no harm in being cautious so she walked towards the spot that the kid described as quietly as possible.
Once she was there, she looked around but not carefully enough because now she was back to square one when she heard his voice. “Well, looks like my plan worked. I’m just so touched with how well you’re taking this, G.”
“Aww Eej, you think you’re really gonna end up winning”, she started, as she turned and began slowly walking towards the proud boy, “-tsk tsk, you’re too good and naive for your own good, babe.
EJ furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and ever so slightly,let his guard down. Rookie mistake, Gina thought as she jumped towards EJ again. He saw it coming and dodged the attack but ended up causing Gina to trip over his foot.
She yelped at the collision with the floor. Pain shot through her wrist as she sat back up. Within a second EJ was already at her side, helping her stand. “Maybe we got a little too intense with the game..” he joked, walking to the arena exit with Gina.
“Ya think?” she laughed, while gently massaging her palm and wrist area. Once they made it, the two returned their gear to the set-up room. There was still about a half hour of laser tag left but it was obvious, the game was done for today.
Even if their initial idea got cut short, that didn’t mean the day was over. As EJ and Gina walked to the car, they couldn’t help but continuously chitter and chatter about all that occurred. From Gina’s surprise attack on him to EJ’s interesting conversation with the young boy.
By then, Gina’s wrist had relaxed and the pain toned down. While they drove, the chitter chatter turned to a comfortable silence. It was just that time where words didn’t need to be said anymore. The glances, little laughs here and there, it was just really nice.
The drive didn’t take too long and before they knew it, they’d already arrived at Ashlyn and Gina’s place.
“So.. we’re here. Look, I’m sorry about the wrist thing and I just got a little too into it, you see when I-” His rambling got cut short by Gina pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
“Hey, it’s alright. It was just a game and it’s not like the day is over yet, I’d like to use up all the time I have with you today.” she smiled after breaking off the kiss. EJ proceeded to continually caress her cheek as she spoke.
“Ok. This time, you name it though.”
Gina decided on a movie night to end the day.
Honestly, this month’s date night wasn’t the most planned and perfect but that’s what made it all the more fun. Both EJ and Gina couldn’t wait for the next to see what surprises were in store.
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🏠 - Quick! You now live in a mansion in the middle of nowhere and you've got your choice of three nations to live with. Who do you choose as your new housemates and why?
'Live in a mansion in the middle of nowhere' - Dear God, please don't let this be the HetaOni mansion. Anyways! Who would I live with...
Number one choice has got to be Russia. I can't help it but gravitate towards this teddy-bear of a man. Yeah, he's a bit odd, but sure, he's fuuuuun :D
Turkey. Strong, bara, beefy, thanksgiving, etc. He's a fun old man! Not to mention I bet he'd have a very soft spot for animals. He can probably also bench-press the couch for a laugh while I'm sat on it - he's that strong.
And finally, I'd love to have Ukraine since she's soft and probably nice to cuddle and can probably cook so much better than I can ehehe-- We always need a motherly matriarch to run things around here 🥺
So basically I'm living in a household filled with people who'd make me faint ahaha~ So sorry to give such a simp-y reply Zanze.
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FNAF-TOBER Prompt- 8: Funtime Freak Show
“You wanna disappear, Lambchop? Heh, you’ve got it.”
Millie had never been as terrified as when she heard those words echoing down on her. She began to panic then and frantically banged on the hatch that made up the bear’s belly, hoping she would either break out or alert her grandfather. Neither happened, and Funtime Freddy giggled at her meager attempts. Though otherwise he stayed quiet.
After a couple of hours passed, Millie became convinced that Funtime Freddy was intending to hold her until she died from dehydration. That would be a particularly gruesome death, but she held onto the hope that her grandfather would come into the room and find her before then. It was a thin sliver of hope.
That was, until sometime later in the night when Funtime Freddy started to move. Millie had fallen asleep and awoke to the body shaking and shifting as he stood up. It easily carried her weight and she was beginning to panic.
“What’s going on? Where are you taking me?!” she asked frantically.
“You’ll see,~” he trilled. He punctuated it with a short giggle.
She knew there was no point in pleading with him- she had for hours on end- but this newfound sense of secrecy only made her more aware of her lingering doom. Now nobody was going to find her. He was right, he was going to make her disappear.
Unable to see anything or make much of directions, Millie sat inside of Funtime Freddy for ages as it left the house and went... Somewhere. Again, Freddy was strangely quiet, and whenever she did press for answers he was remarkably tight-lipped. Save things like, “You’ll see soon enough!” and “Oh, we’re going to have SO much f-f-fuuuuun!”
The long period of travel was broke by a loud creaking noise that sounded like a metal door. Millie tried to listen in against the hatch and could hear the lumbering footsteps on what sounded like concrete, and what very faintly sounded like voices in the distance. They quieted down but she attempted to listen closer.
Then, all of a sudden, Funtime Freddy’s hatch opened and Millie was dumped onto the floor. Onto a thin tarp that did little to deflect the concrete beneath it.
“Welc-c-come to the F-F-F-FUNTIME FREAK SH-SHOW!”
Millie looked up quickly and found her blood run cold. She was in some sort of abandoned warehouse or something like it. Old props, probably from pizzerias closed decades ago, were sat up like some sort of makeshift diner. Posters were clumsily taped up on the walls and strands of lights weaved in shelves and hung between them and along the walls.
But what horrified her was not the decor, but the creatures standing around her. They were like Funtime Freddy, broken and busted animatronics barely keeping themselves together.
There was a ballerina hunched down on all fours like a spider. Her eyelids were open, but there were no eyes inside, her paint was worn away, and some of the plates on her chest were missing. Four, small ballerinas clung to her body, some of them missing limbs or stained with dirt and paint.
Then there was a fox who looked like it might’ve been styled like Funtime Freddy. It was missing one eye and its chest plate was missing, revealing wires spilling out of its belly. Its mouth was also hanging open, so its jaw was probably useless.
There was a small animatronic that looked like a blue rabbit. Though what was odd was that its legs didn’t seem set against its body right and were white and beige instead of a matching blue. Almost like they didn’t originally belong to it.
The final one looked to be a clown from the face peeking out from behind a shelf. Though she couldn’t make much of it other than a few wires poking out under its face.
All of their eyes were staring down at her and Millie was becoming increasingly nervous. Her heart started pounding, her vision began to tunnel, and her palms were sweating worse now than when she first was trapped inside Freddy. She was beginning to hyperventilate.
“What’s wrong, Silly Millie? Just so in sh-sh-shhock and aww about our fantastical lil scrap circus?” Funtime Freddy chirped mockingly. When she looked back at him, dwarfed by his massive form, he chuckled. “Oh, you should see the look on your face!”
“You’re going to kill me-?!” Millie blurted out. Her voice was high and her question mixed up. He cocked his head at her, eyes lowering to show the metal above them, almost like giving a half-lidded look.
“I’m sure you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” His voice was deeper, still mocking but now borderline threatening. It sent a chill down her spine. “...But nope! See, I had a ba-rilliant idea on how you could disappear- just like you wanted~- and still be a pr-productive member of society!” He spread his arms. “You’re gonna join our circus!”
That was not what she was expecting. “...What?”
“See, we’re not all put together here. Foxy can’t close his mouth to save his life, Ballora’s blind as a bat- Anyone who sees us is gonna think we ain’t good enough to be on stage. But yoooou~,” he sing-songed as he reached out and poked her on the forehead. “You’re just as busted up as we are. You’re into twisted and dark stuff. You’re a real sicko! We like that. You’d be the perfect audience.”
“So... So you kidnapped me, brought me here, and you want me to watch your show?” Millie asked.
“That’s the plan!” Funtime Freddy chirped. There were happy-sounding giggles from the ballerina’s direction, but it sound more like it was the dolls on them. The fox clapped his hands, clattering the metal together. For a moment she thought that maybe this was more innocent than she feared. Maybe she could still get out of this.
“So... If I stay and watch the show, you’ll let me go?” Millie tentatively asked. This time she was met with a pause, then a low chuckle from Funtime Freddy.
“Ha ha! You’re a killer, Lambchop! If I let you go, you wouldn’t be disappearing, would ya? Nah, you’re going to stay right here- with us!- and you’re gonna watch allll our shows! We’re going to have so. much. Fun!”
Millie felt that fear return. She looked around at the warehouse and could tell it had been abandoned for a long time. There were no signs of windows and she couldn’t see where the door was. She was trapped here, and even if she did try to escape, they would stop her. Or worse- the thought of being trapped back in the bear made her feel ill.
By now she was trembling, tears of panic and frustration welling up in her eyes.
“Aww, don’t cry, Honey-Bear. It’s gonna be great! We’ll get you food and water, keep you safe and warm- we’re gonna take good care of you!” Funtime Freddy assured. His voice dipped once more. “Because you’re going to be with us for a long, long time.”
#Fnaftober#prompt#Five Nights At Freddy's#Fazbear Frights#Count the Ways#Funtime Freddy#Millie fazbear frights#Funtime Freak Show#It's when they like you that you should be scared
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