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judeswhore · 2 years

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somebody else; steve harrington

summary: steve isn’t happy that you’ve started seeing someone else but it takes a little bit of liquid courage before he’s falling through your bedroom window with a barrage of confessions

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested: yes

warnings: jealous steve! drunk steve!! this isn’t angsty enough i don’t think but idk how to write angst smh

notes: feedback is appreciated! you can find my masterlist here.

"i'll pick you up at seven then?" andrew raised his eyebrows at you, expression hopeful as he leant against the front counter at family video, toying with the wire of the phone. without thinking, steve reached out and tugged it free, his stare blank and completely unamused. andrew shifted under his attention, trying his hardest to keep his eyes on you rather than the somewhat broody boy beside you, or the girl grinning like an idiot from the action isle.

"seven's good. you have my address right?"

"yeah, i got it off that sinclair kid."

"his name is lucas." steve grumbled, his words drawing a frown from you and a giggle from robin, poor andrew just looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. for the entire fifteen minutes that andrew had been in the store steve had been weird, rushing him when he was trying to find a movie, mumbling under his breath about how ridiculous his new haircut was, telling him that he couldn't just stand and flirt with you because he was holding up customers. customers that didn't exist because the store was empty. you knew he didn't like andrew, he'd told you repeatedly since the first time you'd told him you were going on your first date, but his behaviour tonight had been weird and somewhat completely out of character for him.

"steve, don't you have tapes to rewind?" you sent him a warning look, one that he completely ignored as he pretended to type away on the computer, his finger repeatedly hitting the backspace key. "or maybe you could help robin put the returns back?"

"i'm logging the returns, she doesn't need me." you glared at the side of his head, annoyed that he couldn't give you just a moment alone with andrew. you had to spend countless hours watching and listening to a number of girls flirt with steve but you were never rude to them, not even the ones who glared daggers at you because of the way steve brushed his hand along your back to get passed.

your friendship with steve was complicated. it was more than just friends but you'd never reached a point where you could actually put a label on it, it was just occasional dates and secret kisses when robin wasn't looking. other things had happened, when you'd snuck him into your room after an extra long shift but you'd somehow never gotten out of that blurred space and you hated it. you wanted all or nothing and steve didn't seem interested in giving you all which is exactly why you'd out with andrew. he wanted to give you all.

with a sigh you made your way around the counter, settling your hand on andrew's arm to steer him towards the door, not at all wanting to say your goodbyes with steve throwing around his well practiced death looks. his skin was warm beneath your fingers and he smelt good and you told yourself that you didn't need steve harrington to be happy, andrew was nice and fun and he made his intentions clear from the very start.

"you've got food in your teeth by the way, johnson." steve called out, still aggressively jabbing his finger against the keyboard, his eyes settled on your hand curled lightly around the other boys bicep. you glared at him over your shoulder but once again he was oblivious.

"ignore him," you mumbled, pulling open the door, the jingle ringing through the store. "he's got a stick up his ass." steve watched you slam the door shut behind you and follow andrew to his car, the image of your hand on his arm burned behind his eyelids. he hated andrew johnson and he momentarily hated you for choosing him.

steve knew he wasn't the best at showing how he felt but he thought after how much time you'd spent together and how many hints he'd dropped that you understood. he thought all the dates and kisses and nights you’d spent together meant something but the way you’d so quickly fell into andrew’s arms had him second guessing everything and he hated it. he wanted to go back to when you would come to him every morning, press a kiss against his cheek before wrapping your arms around him, the two of you swaying slightly, still sleepy but needing that contact. he wanted to go back and not be an idiot, to tell you that he wanted you to be his. properly. not just in halves, he wanted you wholly and completely.

“did he have food in his teeth?” robin slid up beside steve, her gaze following his to watch you lean against andrew’s car, your head tilted back to grin at him. steve’s heart felt funny and he was sure he was going to be sick, nausea rolling over him in waves because you should be looking at him like that.

“he might have.”

“if you keep glaring at him like that you’re gonna pop a blood vessel, dingus.” robin gave a loud sigh and tugged the keyboard away from steve’s hands, concerned he’d already deleted today’s logs. “why didn’t you just tell her you were in love with her and then she wouldn’t be giving googly eyes to tom cruise wannabe.”

“i thought she knew.”

“you thought she knew? dude, seriously?”

“what?”

“you really are an idiot.” steve reached over to flick the centre of her forehead, not the least bit happy or in the mood for robin’s teasing. he was annoyed and upset and more jealous than he’d ever really felt and for one second he wished he was back in high school so he could go to a party and drink until he forgot what it was like to have you look at him the way you were looking at andrew. he finally tore his gaze from the window, blinking rapidly as he met robin’s sympathetic eyes.

“you wanna get drunk tonight?”

you were back home and in bed by 10pm that night, your date with andrew not exactly going as well as you would have liked. he'd spent the entire time you were supposed to be watching the movie talking about basketball and about how he wished you'd spend more time with him and his friends at school rather than with robin. that comment alone ruined your entire evening and the remainder of the movie and the drive home was spent in silence, you having to strategically dodge the kiss he tried to give you by pretending to sneeze.

you were half asleep when the first knock sounded against your window, the book you'd been reading balanced against your chest, head lolled to one side. mind still a little fogged from sleep, you ignored it, assuming you were either hearing things or the wind and rain were the cause behind it but then the window rattled and your heart plummeted. the lock was more than a little flimsy and one push would have it swinging open, your bedroom suddenly a free for all for whoever was on the other side. your parents were away, the house empty besides you and your room had nothing you could use to protect yourself with against an intruder.

scrambling from your bed you could make out the silhouette of a man on your tiny balcony, rain pouring in sheets around him as he repeatedly fumbled with the lock. you were still clutching your book, as if that could harm him, but it fell to the floor when your eyes adjusted to the light again and you realised the figure on your balcony was actually steve harrington. a startled "jesus christ" fell from your lips just as you reached the window and went to tug it open because steve had finally mastered the latch and with a light push came tumbling into your room, the sounds of his breathless giggles filling the previous silence.

"whoops, missed a step." he was completely soaked head to toe from the rain, hair matted to his forehead and neck and your mouth went slightly dry at the sight of his chest in the now see through white top he was wearing. your hand shot out to steady him, fingers slipping over his bare skin and it wasn't until he lifted his head and you finally got to see his face that you realised something was wrong.

his cheeks were splotchy and red, eyes too bright and glassy, gaze just a little unfocused when he looked at you. despite his previous giggles and the merry tone of his voice he looked sad, a strange look in his eyes that made your tummy flip. he'd never looked at you like that before, like you'd done something to hurt him, like you were the reason his usual charming smile was lost tonight.

"are you drunk, harrington?"

"i walked here." he muttered as if this was any sort of appropriate answer. his unsteady gaze wandered along your body, clad in only a pair of shorts and an over sized t-shirt which you were certain belonged to steve at one point, leaving you hot and bothered. goosebumps rose along your arms and legs under his stare and you felt the need to wrap a blanket around you, unsure why he was making your head swim so much.

"why? it's raining and you're soaked, you're gonna get sick, you idiot." your fingers slid down his arm so you could link them with his, his palm wet and cold against your own as you tugged lightly. "think i've got something you can change into." you tried to pull him towards your bathroom but he was rooted to the spot, head shaking when he untangled his fingers from yours. "steve-"

"i lost you, didn't i?"

"lost me? have you been smoking too? seriously, man, you're dripping all over my carpet, take your shoes off." but steve wasn't listening, he was still shaking his head, brows scrunched together, lips almost pouted. he rubbed at his eye with the heel of his hand, his chest heaving on a shaky breath.

"god, y/n, i don't think i can watch you be in love with somebody else." the words seemed to tear from his chest, ragged and harsh around the edges as if he'd been holding them in and he'd said them without meaning to. your hand dropped from his arm again, your own eyebrows drawing in to match his frown because you weren't quite sure what he was talking about. you weren't aware you were in love with someone and you also had no idea why steve would be so bothered even if you were. he was the one who'd pushed away any sort of relationship with you.

"what are you talking about?” you wrapped your arms around yourself, watching as steve dragged a hand through his hair. he blew a breath from his lips and slumped against your desk.

“i was an idiot, such a fucking idiot. i thought you knew how i felt so i never said it out loud but i should have, i should’ve told you months ago because now you’re in love with andrew and i’m still in love with you but i’ve messed up and i’ve lost you and fuck i don’t know what to do, y/n, i don’t-” he drew in another sharp breath, lips pressing together as yours fell open, surprise washing over you at the abrupt confession.

you were momentarily shocked and at a loss for words, unsure of what to say as you stared at the boy across from you. the boy you’d been sleeping with for weeks, who you thought only thought of you for sex but who apparently felt exactly the same way you did. steve had never made it clear that his feelings for you went beyond friendship, you’d practically tiptoed around the topic but here he was telling you he was still in love with you. you took a step towards him, unsure what to say but wanting, needing, to touch him but he started shaking his head again.

“god what am i doing?” he gave a humourless laugh, one that made your stomach sink and he looked so lost your heart ached for him. “you just came back from a fucking date and i’m climbing through your window like a tool and giving you some stupid sob story. i’m sorry, i just- i kept thinking about you and him and how i want that to be me but he probably already got you with his stupid hair and stupid car and that stupid fucking accent.”

“steve-" he was starting to ramble and you needed him to be quiet. you needed to tell him that what you felt for andrew was far from love, that your date had been awful because it wasn’t him, that he didn’t need to worry about you loving somebody else because no one would ever compare to steve harrington.

“i know you probably don’t want to hear it, i missed my shot and it was the stupidest thing i’ve ever done but i love you. i love you so much that sometimes i can’t breathe when you’re around, you make me forget my own name sometimes and i hate andrew for doing what i should have done but i hate myself more. because you’re a once in a lifetime kind of girl y/n, and i’m so fucking in love with you but i can’t watch you-”

steve’s words were cut off abruptly when your lips found his, his surprised gasp getting lost in your mouth. your fingers settled on either side of his face, gently cupping his jaw as you tilted his head further towards you. it had been weeks since you’d last kissed him but somehow it felt like your first kiss all over again, your tummy fluttering at the the familiar taste of him. it took him a few disoriented seconds before he realised what was happening and then his hands were on your waist and he was kissing you like he’d never get the chance again.

steve tugged you against him, his shirt sticking to yours and soaking it through but that didn’t matter when he was kissing you the way he was. it seemed as though ever unspoken word went into it, every “i love you” neither of you got to say. his fingers were slightly cold when they snuck beneath your shirt but you only pressed closer to him, sliding one hand around the back of his neck to tangle your fingers in the hair at the very bottom. he made a low noise in the back of his throat, one that vibrated against your lips and for a second made you remember his previous confession.

“steve,” you breathed the words against his lips like a prayer and he swore he wanted to play the sound on a loop forever. you stroked your fingers along the base of his neck, pulling your lips away from him, fighting back a grin when he tried to chase your mouth with another kiss. “wait, just, wait.” he let you pull back enough to meet his gaze, eyes still glassy but a lot more focused. you surprised a shiver that tingled up your spine when he ran his hands along your back.

“i love you, too. i’m in love with you. like butterflies in my tummy, forgetting what day it is when you smile at me in love with you.” you ran your thumb over his cheek, catching a drop of rain that had dripped from his hair. he turned into your hand, lashes falling closed for a second as he took in a deep breath of air. “i know you said you should have told me how you felt but i should have told you too. i should have told you that i only agreed to go out with andrew because you didn’t seem like an option. i didn’t think you wanted me the way i wanted you and it hurt and the only way i could stop it from hurting was to fill your place. but it never worked because no one can ever fill your place, steve. no one is ever gonna make me feel like you do. andrew didn’t win me over, didn’t even come close and the date was awful because everything he did reminded me that he wasn’t you and that i wouldn’t truly be happy unless it was you asking me dumb questions every five seconds of the movie.”

steve was silent for a few seconds, eyes searching your face and then his lips tilted into that crooked grin that could make you do whatever he asked. despite the confident smile, his voice was soft and just a little bit shy when he spoke.

“you love me?”

“completely.”

“completely?” his smile grew when you nodded and he bumped his nose into yours, his lips pressing a messy kiss over your mouth that spread tingles all the way to your toes. he gave a little breathless laugh and then brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, an array of wet kisses falling on every inch of your face, from your nose to your forehead to your cheek and back again. “i’m sorry i took so long.”

“it’s okay, you have a lifetime to make up for it, harrington.” with that you lifted your mouth back to his and in the dark of your room, with the rain still pouring against the windows, you kissed him until your lips were bruised and his name was the only thought on your mind.

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softxsuki · 6 months

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Hi!! Congrats on 1.5k! May I please request 10 troupe with Shinichiro from Tokyo Revengers x fem!reader? Thanks in advance and I hope you have a good day! 💜

1.5k Follower Event Trope 10: Tokyo Revengers

Trope 10: Marriage of Convenience

This event is CLOSED. You can check out the masterlist here.

Pairing: Bonten!Mikey x Fem!Reader

Warning: mentions of killing, bad childhood, stalking, injury, blah

Genre: idek, kinda fluff?

Post-Type: Oneshot (so much for drabbles smh)

Word Count: ...1.1k (oops)

Note: Hey! Thank you so much. So for my tropes, you're only supposed to send in a trope number and fandom name, then I pick which character from that fandom I think it matches with the most! I've also already written one of these for Shinichiro hence why I've written this for Mikey. I hope you still enjoy it though, I love this trope! Also side note: I’ve read like 2 seconds of Bonten Mikey but I felt it fit this trope more SO if this makes no sense, you know why :)

Marriage was the last thing on Mikey’s mind, until your father approached him with a contract that included you and part of the city he owned, in return for protection from Bonten and the chance to make Bonten grow even more powerful. Naturally Mikey agreed, taking little interest in you as a factor, but desiring to see his gang flourish even farther.

As the daughter of a gang leader, your role since birth had been to be used as a means to help your father, ensuring he was always well off. There was not a day when your father thought about you or your own feelings.

You were handed over to Mikey straight away, allowed to pack up the few clothes that you had, along with any other personal items. Meeting with him briefly to sign a few marriage documents, signing away your life, and ultimately leaving one prison and entering a new one–or so you thought.

For the most part Mikey left you alone to do as you please, only giving you a few rules to keep you safe and away from the darker areas of their base where you were staying. But you were given your own room that was nicely decorated, new clothes that fit you perfectly, and the freedom to do as you please within their building. It was more freedom than you’d ever had in your life.

Even though you were trapped in what you thought was a loveless marriage, at least everyone treated you respectfully. Though, Mikey found himself opening up to you in ways he’d never opened up before after all the trauma that he befell in the past. He admired how you carried yourself, standing tall and proud despite being thrown in an unfamiliar place by force, the least he wanted to do was make you comfortable…but why?

He found himself inviting you to the dining room for meals with him, quite enjoying your company even if you ate in silence. Flowers and other gifts were left by your bedroom door, shocking you. Why was he doing this for you, wasn’t this just a marriage of convenience? There was no need for heartfelt gifts and attention like he was giving you.

But Mikey couldn’t help himself, he felt lighter around you as if he could finally breathe again and it was such a relief–a good change from the usual heaviness that clouded over him. He realized you were slowly becoming someone he wanted to keep happy and safe; he wanted to protect you from the cruel world that existed outside those walls, the cruel world he was also a part of.

Mikey kept his feelings to himself, aside from the random gifts he’d leave you and quality time he’d spend with you every now and then. That was until one day you were granted access to wander outside in the city, saying you needed fresh air. Enemy gangs were always keeping a close watch on Bonten headquarters, just looking for any weakness that could cause the huge corporation to plunder, and finally they had one–you.

Word that Mikey had taken a wife spread quickly in the underground world, a potential weakness of the big boss man behind Bonten, everyone was waiting to get their hands on you to bring Mikey crashing down–and that’s exactly what happened.

A few blocks later as you walked peacefully through the cool streets, loving how calming the area was at night and enjoying your new found freedom, that all came crashing down as you felt the presence of someone following you.

At first you thought nothing of it, but every turn you made, they made and when you turned around to glance behind you, they’d stop walking and pretend to be busy with something. You quickened your pace, your heart beating out of your chest at the prospect that you were in danger and needed to get back home quickly. The man noticed this and also fastened his pace, getting closer and closer to you.

You begin running, but you’re not fast enough as a hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you down to the floor.

“Gotcha,” the man grins. “Let’s see how riled up your husband gets when we send your head back to him.”

Fear fully floods you as the man takes out a knife and approaches you with it. He only manages to scrape your cheek though before adrenaline kicks in and you push him back with the strength you didn’t know you had, jumping back to your feet and running full speed back to your home–back to Mikey.

Upon returning back to your home and bursting through the door with blood running down your face, mixed with tears, you ignore the questions of Mikey’s men who were keeping watch by the front door and run to your room.

Urgently, the men report to Mikey who jumps up from his seat and runs to your room, bursting your door open, not caring if you were decent or not.

“What happened?” He demands, closing the distance between you as he approaches your bed where you’re sobbing into your pillow.

When you don’t speak, he sighs and gently takes your hand, pulling you into him. “Let me see,” he softly says, guiding your chin up so he can get a better look at your face, gritting at the cut that had been so close to hitting your eye.

His fingers wipe your tears away and slowly graze over the cut–he was upset. “Who did this?” He hisses. Who would dare place their hands on his wife?

You felt surprisingly relaxed and safe in his arms as he held you close, never once breaking eye contact with him, you had no choice but to fill him in on what happened during your walk.

“I just went out to get some fresh air and take a quick walk, but I noticed someone following me. I tried getting back here before he could catch up to me, but he was too fast. He said,” you gulp, fear once again filling your body as you remember the man's words. “He said he was going to send you my head back.”

Mikey was seething now. Not only had someone harmed you, but they’d also threatened to kill you?

“Sanzu!” He screams, calling his most trustworthy man to enter your room, to which the pink-haired man appears immediately. “Have a few men patrol the area, I want any suspicious men taken in, I don’t care if you bring in everyone, I want him found, whoever it was that did this to my wife,” he grits, holding you tightly to him.

Though anger was bubbling up inside him, he couldn’t help but feel slight relief that you were still alive and safe in his arms. He couldn’t lose you too…

That man would be tracked down and made an example out of. No one would dare try to harm his wife again. This marriage was now real to him and Mikey would do anything to protect it–to protect you.

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Posted: 10/23/2023

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jackfrombaskinrobbins · 1 year

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road trip as a teenage avenger headcanons!

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1k

request: yes / no

dynamic: avengers x teen!reader (teenage avenger series)

characters: lots ofc but i'd say big emphasis on reader (duh), harley keener, peter parker, miles morales, scott lang, clint barton, bucky barnes, sam wilson, tony stark, happy hogan, natasha romanoff, and bruce banner. more are prob in it but i don't wanna type it all out lol

a/n: y'all i think my pictures are getting more chaotic & tbh i think it's a good thing anyways requests are still open, send in an ask whenever :)

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it was an annual tradition for the avengers to go on a road trip.

steve always said it was "team bonding". it was honestly kind of fun.

better than the other "team bonding" you did, which mainly consisted of running long distances!!

anyways, they usually would do it soon after you, harley, peter, and miles finished school (also yes im including miles now bc i love him)

tony would come over the intercom while you all were lounging around and tell you to pack your bags.

packing is always a big issue.

let's just say that SOME people are big overpackers...

COUGH scott COUGH

no offense to him but like ppl have had to sit in the trunk before because of him

and he overpacks with stuff that rly doesn’t make sense

like once y’all went to colorado

and he packed snorkeling equipment

and so you were like “scott. seriously?”

and he looked at you with such a serious face

“y/n. what if all the snow melts? then we would be underwater!! i have an extra snorkeling mask too. i was gonna give it to you, but now idk….”

HAHA

bruce overpacks too

but he overpacks in a good way

guys bruce is like the mom on vacation

well him and tony both

you’d think steve would be but he is NOT

like the man doesn’t even wear sunscreen

and then here comes bruce with a tote bag full of snacks

which tony eats half of by the way

smh

the best part of having thor on a trip is that he will ALWAYS pick you up if you’re too tired

like once he had you and peter under both his arms like footballs bc u got tired

and clint was sad bc he was tired too

he tried to get scott to pick him up but scott wasn’t ready and they both fell and they like hit their heads

that was an interesting day

ok so setting the scene again

you, peter, harley, miles, natasha and bruce were in the middle of a very competitive round of uno

like y’all

competitive doesn’t even begin to cover it

anyways you were about to get uno

you put down your card and suddenly

“HEY EVERYBODY” “SHHH you’re being too loud” “ohh sorry HEY EVERYBODY”

you started laughing at the quite obvious blunders of thor and clint in the intercom room

“thor, buddy? you don’t need to be kissing the mic when you speak, alright?”

tony, from another room, always quick with the jabs.

“AH! MY BAD STARK. HAHA! THIS MUST BE BETTER”

natasha just shook her head but you and peter, harley and miles were DYING

“ANYWAYS IT IS ROAD TRIP TIME. EVERYONE PACK UP AND BE IN THE FAMILY ROOM IN TEN MINUTES… what? MY MISTAKE. ONE HOUR. THAT’S RIGHT ONE HOUR.”

with that done, you all got up, groaning.

“uno.” natasha smirked at you, noticing that you only had one card.

“darn it!!!” you said. “well, doesn’t matter now. we have to go anyways.”

“we can always resume it later, y/n :) “

“fine, nat. but i’m going to win this time!! right bruce??”

“well, kid, you know i’m usually on your side, but…”

“aw, come on!!”

ok fast forward.

you were in the family room

aw guys isn’t that cute that they call it a family room

bc ur a family

awwwwww

ok anyway

and here comes scott with his fifty bags

“relax sharpay, we’re not gonna be gone for THAT long”

guys i wanted a cool tony nickname and tbh i just remember vaguely that sharpay had like suitcases on the cover of her movie i never even watched it so i could be wrong but that was my intention

“tony, these are my essentials.”

“scott, why don’t you just shrink that down? like seriously, man.” miles remarked, and you couldn’t help but agree.

“hey, y’know what? that’s a great idea miles!!”

and so he ended up shrinking his luggage

but then he couldn’t find it

oh scott

sigh

anyways tony and happy did a lot of car assignment work

to make sure everyone would get there safely

and your car

was

drum roll please

ok also this was only for the trip there

the trip back would be different

ok the car was

tony, happy, clint and peter

tbh this was not a bad car at all

poor miles and harley were stuck with scott, bucky, sam and steve

natasha and wanda and pietro and thor were the other one

although here’s the issue

guys

tony is a bad driver

but happy didn’t feel like driving

and u were just starting to drive so clint was like “NO WAY do i trust y/n in a car!!!”

that goofy clown fr

so tony was driving

oh and btw y’all were going to the compound

tony told you and you were like

“dude, that’s not a road trip”

and he was like “we’re in the car for more than an hour. it’s a road trip, kid.”

and miles and harley kept texting like theorizing about where u were going

harley said europe

and you were like

harley

anyways ya

so tony is like swerving and speeding everywhere

ok maybe thats dramatic

but happy was holding the little bar

and he was like yelling at tony to slow down

meanwhile clint is just singing along to the music thats BLASTING

and u and peter are ready to accept ur deaths

like u literally texted sam a video of what was happening and he almost called happy to tell him to pull over 😭

sam’s got ur back thats for sure!!

anyways tony pulled into a drive thru

bc he needed coffee

guys hes tony stark he needs stuff like that

and he got u and peter and clint happy meals :D

and clint was so excited like 💀

love him

happy made sure u and peter had ur seatbelts on

he said it was bc he didn’t want to have to explain to midtown why yall didnt come back for the next year 😭

that and “too much paperwork”

smh

anyways tony finally got it together

u and peter decided that he just needed an acoustic song on the radio bc as soon as something more relaxing came on he was a lot better lol

the rest of the drive was pretty alright

i'm gonna do another headcanon set about the avengers actually on vacation but yeah there ya go :)

thats how the road trips work yahoo

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 1 month

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Girl you know I gotta ask for writing for my boy Connor (loml) and a daughter of Athena 🤞🤞 I really don’t mind whether it’s headcanons or a blurb or a fic just whatever you feel like writing babes I trust you’ll do him justice 🫶🫶

Love you and I am officially fully caught up on all your writing 💪💪

⋆⭒˚.⋆ connor stoll x daughter of athena! reader hcs

content: connor stoll x daughter of athena! reader hcs warning: language author's note: i hated starting this one for some reason but guys!!! so fun!!! i love, so cutesy. AND CONNOR MY BOY HAS RETURNED also glad to see you are FINALLY all caught up smh, can't believe you missed one of my leo fics frfr everyone point and laugh at her in the comments (jk jk public humiliation is not allowed...mostly)

connor was in desperate need of a tutor

he wasn't sure he could take junior year english...again

the athena cabin was the obvious solution but not many of them were too fond of connor at the moment

okay, so yes, he had hidden tiny fake spiders in their cabin that took months to find all 250 of them, but it was just a harmless little prank!!

but, with quite a lot of bribing of snacks he could sneak into camp, connor finally won one of them over

you were a sucker for twinkies, okay??

you were put on the 'traitor of the month' wall within cabin six, along side percy who was asleep the last time a real spider was in cabin six so he was unavailable to kill it

at least the picture was cute

and the boy in which you risked your reputation for was even cuter

though, terrible at english

the worst part was that he was truly trying his best

which just happened to be a 'd+'

so you felt bad, more often than not just giving him the answer, though thoroughly explaining why it was the correct answer

connor was more than grateful for you, one you boosted his grades and two you were quickly becoming the girl of his dreams

and you were quickly losing interest in the twinkies, sticking around for connor and all his corny jokes

"did you hear about jay gatsby’s new car? It was a real hit with the ladies," connor mused, clearly proud of himself, leaning over his homework to be closer to you

you didn't even raised your eyes, flipping a page of your book

"connor, i know you did not read that book. do you even get the joke?"

"yes!! he's...hot, right?? like, leonardo dicaprio plays him in the movie so-"

"no, con, he hit a lady with his car. get it?"

"WHAT THE FUC-"

connor then stole your copy of the great gatsby and read it, determined to understand the joke

and then, one day, while you were walking to lunch, you heard yells of your name

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! SMARTIE PANTS, CMERE!" connor yelled as he ran up to you, huffing and puffing as he bent over, out of breath, in front of you

you went to open your mouth but connor held his hand up, taking a few more deep breaths before pulling himself upright

then he presented you with his paper that the two of you had been slaving away over

and proudly put in the top right corner in read was a 'b+' and a little 'good job!' under it

"omg, a b?!" you hissed out, brows furrowing

"I KNOW ISN'T THAT STELLAR?? best grade i've ever gotten and-...are you- are you mad?-"

"that was totally an 'a' paper, are you kidding me?? i did not use the word 'quintessence' to get a 'b'!" the daughter of athena raged and connor couldn't help but laugh, setting a comforting hand on her heaving shoulders

"y/n-"

"IM GOING TO WRITE A VERY ANGRY EMAIL ABOUT THIS!"

"okay, you do that."

post angry email, you sought connor out, this time with a warm smile.

"come to terms with my 'b'?" he asked with a wide smile as you sat down beside him with a roll of your eyes

"i'll allow it," you joked, bumping your shoulder with his before handing over what you had been hiding behind your back.

it was a little fake diploma and graduation cap on a headband, the little diploma reading 'y/n's tutoring school'

he laughed, setting the headband into his hair, turning for the girl's approval, which he got in laughs

"...does this mean we're done with tutoring?" connor asked after the laughter died down, his smile slowly slipping away

and panic filled the girl's heart as she came to the same realization

then, her ever brilliant mind too over, thank the gods

"what? no, you've still got tutoring college. and then, tutoring grad school. and, maybe, if you're lucky, tutoring internship. you think you're getting rid of me, stoll?"

"gods, i hope not."

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #connor stoll #connor stoll x reader #percy jackon and the olympians

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r0ckgoblin · 1 year

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Would that I- bella ramsey xreader

“true that i saw her hair like the branch of a tree”

summary: bella is a person of many trades, your favorites just so happen to be when they play guitar and sing. you have always admired this about her, as any friend would. b/c you and bella have always been supportive of each other’s interest, they always come to you first when he’s written a song or learned a new one. why would this time be any different?

a/n: idk how to write summaries… but anyways enjoy:) (p.s. hc wise, i think they listen to hozier…yea she definitely does)

warnings: unproper grammar(maybe) how i've passed all my lit classes i will never know. probably not fully proofread, i miss the smallest things smh

*all pronouns for bella used*

you wiggle the key into the stubborn door of bella’s apartment, eventually winning the fight against it. opening the door you’re met with the sound of guitar strings being plucked and you smile softly. setting your bag on the kitchen counter you begin wandering around looking for your best friend.

“hey bels?” you call out.

“in here” he says from the sunroom.

you laugh softly grabbing a small throw blanket from the couch.

"hi" you smile, bending down to hug her, finding it a little difficult due to the guitar in their lap. the smell of old spice wonderfully clouds your sense of smell as they reach up to hug you back. the two of you gently sway for a few seconds before you pull back to adjust yourself next to him on the small couch, covering your legs with the blanket.

"how was your day?" he asks smiling over at you.

"it was good, slow, it was just a lot of cleaning up some scenes" you exhale recalling your most recent project, a movie you had been working on for the last few months, one only the people a part of it and the people closes to you knew about. acting was stressful sometimes, but the final project was always worth it, and that's something you and bella could both agree on.

"those days are inevitable, but i believe in you." they say as the lean back to rest their head on your shoulder. this caused you to blush a light pink color, luckily, he couldn't see your face at the moment. you didn't know what it was but lately you've been feeling certain ways about your best friend, and you were scared you wouldn't be able to hide those feelings for much longer. the only thing stopping you was the incessant fear of losing her friendship if they didn't feel the same way.

after moments of peaceful silence bella breaks it be jolting up excitedly. "oh! i learned a new song!"

"really? show me!'' you smiled mirroring her excitement. for as long as you've known bella your favorite thing about them has been her ability to play guitar and sing. they were so good at it, and it seemed to be a big passion of his as well.

"of course! you're going to love it, it's a hozier song" they beam at you holding eye contact waiting for your reaction, which didn't take long because you immediately grinned so big.

" you learned another one? which one?!" you question with giddy.

"you'll have to guess."

"c'mon that's no fun" you whine putting on a fake frown.

"you'll live" she jokes.

"okay, fine go." you pout resulting in a laugh from her.

she plucks some cords before playing, listening to them intently. you just stare at him in awe. before you know it, you're hearing the first notes of hozier's "would that i". you gasp in amazement, and they let a small laugh leave their mouth, somehow without losing focus. as if it couldn't get any better, he also starts singing the words along with the music.

you feel your eyes water, you have no idea why that would be happening. was it the emotional toll of being in love with your best friend, someone who you've watched grow into a beautiful and talented human being? the fear that if you were to express how you feel, it could all turn against you, and you lose the one person who means the most in the world to you? or maybe it's just because the song is so beautiful? its defiantly the song.

you got so lost listening to his voice and the way the sun setting through the window made their skin glow and made his hair shine like honey. shit you were head over heels.

by down you had drowned out her voice due to your staring that you didn't even realize they had finished. not until they're talking directly at you. you blush a little realizing you 100% got caught staring.

"so what do you think?" she ask not making eye contact.

"i loved it," you smiled,

"thank you so much." he grins, and you swear you see faint pink on their cheeks.

"i, um-", you go to say something, but you stop yourself.

"what was that?''

"i uh... i should get back to my hotel.''

"just stay here'' she says but its more of a begging question.

"no, i can't, ive got an early morning and we both know i'm not quiet in the mornings, i wouldn't want to wake you that early.'' you try and lie.

"y/n please'' he begs, grabbing your hand giving you those big brown puppy eyes.

"i'm sorry.'' you shake your head.

they tug you closer, your chests touching. they stare you in the eyes, you notice her give a quick glance to your lips. you in return look to theirs.

"there's something uh... i've mean meaning to tell you," they exhale nervously, "and i really need to get it off my chest. this um..." they swallow hard, "this is harder than i thought."

"shut up" you say with a fake serious tone.

"what i haven't even gotten to what i wanted to say." they knit their eyebrows in confusion.

"you don't have to, if it's what i think it is, i already know," you smile, "because i want to tell you the same thing."

"y/n-"

"i like you, like REALLY like you okay!"

"i-" they were speechless. you two just stared back at each other, waiting for the other to speak.

"i like you two, like reeaallyy like you." they smile wide.

you smile and release a breath of relief, resting your forehead on theirs. you two stay like that giggling back and forth.

"can i kiss you?" they speak up.

"of course." you smile.

she then softly presses their lips to yours, grabbing your face, she deepens the kiss making it more passionate but soft. his hands travel to your hair gently brushing it while your hands find the small of their back caressing softly. this goes on until your both pulling away for air, laughing breathlessly.

"so... stay the night?"

you laugh hugging them as they spin you around like something out of a movie.

the rest of the night you spend cuddled on the couch watching your favorite movies until you're both passed out in each other's arms.

a/n: AAAAHHH LETS GOOOO!!!! so BAHAHAAHAH this took longer than i wanted and it's not even as long as i wanted it:( anyways here it is, i hope you really enjoy it. there will hopefully be more in the future:) feel free to request, also let me know if my replies are off bc i clicked on one of my post and it says my comments are turned off??? idk, but my asks should be on:) love you! have a great day/night!🫶

#bella ramsey #bella ramsey fic #the last of us #the last of us hbo #bella ramsey x reader

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loving-august · 1 year

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๑𓈒 ' . 𑇛 I'D STILL CHOOSE YOU.

PAIRINGS. diluc ragnvindr x fem! reader

SYNOPSIS. in which diluc notices your worries about the people around you.

GENRE. angst to fluff hurt/comfort

WC. 1.05k!!

WARNINGS. none, slight profanity, insecurity, gossips, bodyshaming

NOTES. hello! this fic will be new expansion to my fandoms hehe I hope you guys will like it just as much I enjoyed writing this fic. blame diluc bc of him I made a decision to create for genshin characters smh /j + reblogs are highly appreciated!

LINKS. navigaion | genshin impact masterlist | taglist form

๑𓈒 ' . 𑇛 REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

Being the richest bachelor in mondstat, Diluc is expected to do what nobles do. The way he greets, acts, and accomplishes every job perfectly. He received a vision at the age of 10 and became the youngest captain in the knights of favonius at the age of 14. Of course, he is now just a mere businessman taking care of the winery in the morning or protecting the entire mondstat at night time. His past is yet to be told.

Rich parents of noble women across nations often visit him in hopes to have their daughter as the groom. Yet, he refuses to tell them as he tells them that he has no sole interest in having a relationship with any women. Or so he thought.

You happened to see him in his dark knight duties one fateful evening. You were ambushed by hillichurls while you were on your way to the outskirts of mondstat, your home. You came out from work a bit too late than usual.

You accidentally punched him as you thought it was some treasure hoarder coming at you. You apologised so sincerely that it wasn't some bad guy.

"Master diluc?" You asked.

Shit. He cursed himself.

"Than-"

"Don't say a word about this." He sternly said. And you did.

You scratched your neck awkwardly, "I will. Thank you again!" You walked away from him. To be honest he was scary earlier, barbatos how could this happen to me?

Little did you both know, a certain bard was witnessing the scene. A playful smirk grew into his face. "Huh, may the wind guide each other." He whispered. It's a rare scene to see Diluc in this kind of situation. Maybe the dear archon barbatos, also known as venti would be part of playing cupid.

A time has passed since your first encounter with Diluc, Venti's cupid duties came into reality. He was very happy for you and Diluc and he even played a small tune for the two of you. As much as Diluc appreciated the gesture, he would not change the way he treats venti in his tavern due to his wine addiction. As well as Kaeya, the wonder duo never fails to give Diluc a headache.

Soon enough, you opened your eyes to the noble world. There is a lot of catching up to do. All the stereotypes were shown on to you, the mannerisms on talking, acting, and greetings to fellow nobles. It was hard. As someone like you had no experience on such acts.

You found yourself in your shared rooms with your lover. With your eyes all puffy and red due to crying. You couldn't take it anymore.

"How can Master Diluc find someone so…common.."

"I expected him to choose a noblewoman from liyue."

The voices of other people in mondstat broke your heart. To hear such a thing about Diluc, you felt responsible. Instead of making him happy by his side, you could only be giving him a bad name by just existing beside him.

It felt so wrong.

What you didn’t was that you fell asleep on the vanity where you cried yourself with dried tears on your cheeks.

Diluc just recently returned home from his darknight duties. You were completely aware of his schedule as if its the back of your palm. Why would you know all about it? Of course diluc would tell you things about him, he’s that devoted to you. Adeline, the head maid of the manor, greeted the master of the manor. “Good evening Master Diluc.”

“Good evening to you too,” Diluc greeted back.

He went straight to your shared rooms, not giving any mind of eating for tonight. He was busy eliminating abyss mages around mondstat. When he opened the door, first he saw you sleeping uncomfortably on the vanity table. He immediately removed his coat and placed it on some chair and carried you carefully. Making sure that you were not awake. How long have you been asleep? Your neck is probably sore because of the restricted sleeping position you were in.

He sighed as he saw you still in your morning clothes. He can’t imagine wearing all the heavy clothing from daylight to night time. That's why you've woken up? "Did I wake you up darling?" He asked.

you got up and he followed. "No, you didn't. I just felt my position changed." You groggily replied while rubbing your eyes.

Diluc was observing you. He noticed that you were secretly wiping off the direct tears on your face while pretending to rub your eyes after you had just woken up from a long slumber.

He was worried. Maybe he has been busy lately since he has a wine business to attend to. Not only the wine business but also his secret duties at night time at mondstat. The abyss order has been showing up lately.

"y/n, can I ask you a question?" He started. You looked at your hands, not looking at his worried eyes laid upon you. "uh, sure. What are you trying to ask?" You replied.

Something is not sitting right. The way you said it was as if you changed your sentence and the way you speak. this is not the y/n he used to talk to. A hint of guilt punched at diluc. He HAS been busy. He should reschedule his time for you after this. He felt accountable for your well-being, since he was the one who asked you to live with him and as his lover, it is his duty to take care of you.

"Is something bothering you lately?" He asked. There, he asked for it. Although he expects you to lie to him. You can't lie to him after all.

"No, nothing's wrong dearest, I'm just tired..that's all," you answered and gave him a small smile.

Diluc uses his thumb to wipe off rye excess tears from your face, "No you're not. It breaks my heart whenever you lie to me. Tell me the truth my love, whatever you say is valid, after all it made you feel this way," He slowly opened his arms for you to be able to rest on his chest while wrapping his arms around you, "if you feel like I'm slipping away from you, don't worry."

"I'd still choose you."

#๑.made by aug #diluc ragnivindr x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader angst #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #genshin angst #genshin impact

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blue-jisungs · 2 years

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heyy 💝 just do you know, you're doing amazing with the time stamps ✨

can you write a stray kids reaction to meeting their s/o's protective little brother that pretends not to know stray kids? very specific, yep :D

they meet your protective sibling ♡

a/n. thank you sm :D also i mixed it up a bit, hope you don’t mind!! i wish my younger brother was like this smh 🙄

warnings. cursing lol!! and mention of cutting off various parts of body…

┆彡 BANG CHAN [ 방찬 ]

i feel like chan, being the social butterfly he is, would have no problem getting into you brother’s heart

but, your brother being the rascal he is, would hide it >:T

"this is chan, a singer as you know…" you introduced him, grinning

"no i don’t know" you brother said, causing you to frown. because you have been talking about stray kids ever since you started listening to them and…

"that’s okay. not everyone listens to k-pop. or knows us" chan shrugged it off with a grin. later on the name popped out in the convo and your b/n just giggled

"stray kids? what a dumb name" he sighed and you shot him a dangerous glare. and chan took a mental note that you being pissed off is not the… greatest thing to experience

throughout the convo your brother was just butting in to add some sarcastic comments about chan or stray kids… or you.

but you could see that chan impressed him!! but b/n was just busy being the "protective brother" to admit it

but don’t worry, chan noticed that too. but he thought it was cute that your younger brother cares so much about you

┆彡 CHANGBIN [ 창빈 ]

honestly the moment changbin saw your older brother with crossed arms and glaring death stare standing behind you he almost shat himself 😭😭

like "why is he staring at me like that??" "why y/n’s brother seems so buff??" "can i run away??"

"and who’s this little fella?" your brother smirked "now this is a stray kid"

you smacked his arm, grabbing changbin’s hand and dragged him away

he did not leave your side for the whole event

and your brother wouldn’t stop staring 😭😭

changbin tried to flex his muscles every chance he got just to make your brother stunned a bit.

and it worked, just a bit.

but until the future meetings, changbin started figuring out how to curry into your brother’s favor

┆彡 LEE KNOW [ 리노 ]

oh my god it would be an never ending staring contest

like you’d have to nudge lee know and your brother because the food was there

"you know, lino is a dancer. how cool is that?" you hummed, looking at b/n

"i don’t care" he mumbled in response

"and he has three cats" you added. your little brother shrugged, the food apparently being more interesting then your boyfriend

when your mom took lee know to show him the garden, you went there with your younger brother as well yet stayed behind

"why are you acting like this?" you sighed, looking at your boyfriend

"it’s just… i want you to myself. i don’t want him to take you away from me…" your little brother said and you couldn’t help but to hug him

in the meantime, your mom said the same thing to lee know explaining how much your younger brother loves you

so the rest of the day was a bit awkward but during the next meetings with your family, b/n started opening up more to lino

and your boyfriend wasn’t even mad. he found it rather cute <33

┆彡 HYUNJIN [ 현진 ]

hyunjin was a bit puzzled because, well, your mom liked him mostly because of his looks (i’m sorry but that’s true) and your dad because jinnie is a huge gentleman

picking you up, giving flowers to you and your mom, always saying hello, etc etc

so once your dad asked him to pick up your brother from school, he didn’t have the heart to turn it down plus hey, he’ll finally meet him

the ride home was silent. dead silent.

once they arrived home and no one was there yet, b/n stared at hyunjin

poor boy.

so he tried to start a conversation but your brother was not giving up on making this evening the worst in hyunjin’s life

"y/n is awful, how can someone even date her?"

now, you see, it was a test.

LMAO you know that one tiktok trend when someone says something and whilst waiting for the answer the person who said it goes 🤨🤨🤨 bc that was trick a question. yeah.

"she’s not awful. i think you think of her like that because you’re siblings but to me she’s the most amazing and stunning person i’ve ever met. and i mean it not only physically. she actually told me a lot of great thing about you…"

hyunjin passed the test and your brother may take into consideration liking him 🙄

and it was the first and last time of him picking up your brother from school.

┆彡 HAN [ 한 ]

han met your parents before but he didn’t have a chance to meet your younger sister

so when the time came, he did a research (i mean, asked you) and bought a present for her

whether your sister likes pokémon cards, a video game that just came out or the newest album of her favourite band – he got it

after saying hello and giving it to her, she just looked up and down at him with suspicious frown on her face

for the whole dinner she was teasing him or ignoring his questions (which made you kick her under the table and han pretended he didn’t see the whole table shake from the impact…)

your mom said that there’s gonna be a dessert in a while and your sister sent han a death glare and disappeared in her room

han, on the other hand, dragged you somewhere far away from everyone (little did he know that your sister was standing nearby and heard everything)

"did i do something wrong? did i say something i shouldn’t have? why doesn’t she like me?" with :( look on his face. he was really anxious that he did something wrong </3

your sister felt bad, so during the dessert she explained that she just wanted to… yknow, throw a dangerous facade so he knows how she’ll act if he ever hurts you.

clang. another kick under the table aimed at her leg, causing the table to shake.

but han just grinned and repeatedly said that he will never ever hurt you

after all it turned out that they get along pretty well and you could see how relieved and happy han was :D

┆彡 FELIX [ 필릭스 ]

your sister tried to look dangerous and act protective

but the moment felix walked into the room… i mean come on, he’s literally a walking sunshine

trying to look defensive, she held a staring contest with him

one smile and she was defeated.

they started getting along, gossiping about you and everything 🙄🙄

but the moment your sister dragged him to her room to film a tiktok

"i doubt you’d even hurt a fly… but just try hurting my sister, mister" s/n said, threatening him with her finger and - she thought - dangerous glare (`ヘ´)ﾉ !!!

"don’t worry. i’d chop my own leg off if i ever hurt her, even on accident" felix announced with a grin and then they proceeded to film the tiktoks like nothing happened

┆彡 SEUNGMIN [ 승민 ]

your brother looked up and down at seungmin, shaking his head

i’m sorry but the most of the dinner was silent.

you tried to loosen up the atmosphere and tell some jokes or funny stories about skz but…

"what’s stray kids?" your brother asked, waiting for seungmin’s reaction

and your boyfriend just snorted.

now, your brother took it as a good sign

and seungmin explained everything, breaking the ice step by step

and actually your broether was quite interested in that!! started asking questions about the mv filming process and everything

but seungmin couldn’t help but still feel a bit… threatened

and well, he was right about the feeling because before you left and you quickly went to the bathroom, your brother took him the the side 0_o

"listen, you’re a nice guy. but break her heart and i’ll break your nose. understood?" your brother looked your boyfriend dead in the eye but seungmin just smiled

because your dangerous-looking brother just said he’s a nice guy!! :D

┆彡 I.N [ 아이엔 ]

i.n would be very awkward at first (due to your brother not answering him 😭😭)

"hello!" … "i’m jeongin, y/n’s boyfriend" … "nice to meet you!" …

you nudged your brother to say something and he just murmured his name in response

while you went to help your mom in the kitchen, i.n started looking around the living room out of curiosity

and your brother watched him carefully

"what’s your business with my sister?" b/n asked suddenly

"nothing. i mean, not nothing. i’m dating her. and i really love her. i’m hoping for marrying y/n one day but we’re too young right now… woah, you have mario kart?!"

yup.

while your brother was still recovering from the marriage part, i.n focused on b/n’s game collection

"we can play if you want but don’t think that i’ll go easy on you because you’re famous or something" your brother said, rolling his eyes

and i.n didn’t even care that b/n didn’t know (or acted like) stray kids – he just wanted to have a good relationship with him

and well,,, play mario kart >.<

[ masterlist <3 ]

taglist: @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @lhsng ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny

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bitbugbites-re · 7 months

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𝙳𝙰𝙼𝚂𝙴𝙻 // 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔰 𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔦𝔯𝔞 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

As summer comes to an end, you’re desperate to get some pool time in while you still can. However, since it’s now October, you’re pretty much out of luck. Luckily for you, there’s an indoor pool at the Y. Not to mention, it comes along with a cute pool boy!

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word count: ~8.6k

gender: fem! reader

cw: NSFW, FLUFF // drowning // ktober

a/n: literally supposed to be reading the bible for class rn but god be damned, this lady knows how to write erotic fiction !!!

p.s. -- if you're only interested in the smut, you can scroll down until you reach the thin black bar lololol

You’re not crazy. You just want to swim.

Frowning, you stared down your phone as you read the most recent messages from your friends. They were replying to the flurry of texts you had just sent.

The first response read: “Girl. Lol.”

The next was: “You didn’t think about this in September???”

And the last response wasn’t even a response. It was a TikTok link leading to a video about things to do while in Vegas. You didn’t even live in Vegas. You’re on the East Coast.

You sighed, placing the phone down for a second before popping a Keurig cup into the proper machine, waiting for it to finish warming the water. When the buttons lit up, you pressed 12oz and leaned over the counter, one of your hands resting on your cheek. With your free hand, you picked your phone back up and re-read your initial texts as you listened to the liquid pour a straight line into your mug.

“u guys”

“I wanted to go swimming at least once this summer but I forgot”

“do u think there are any pools still open??? I don’t even care if its cold im desperate”

Yeah, so maybe you are a little crazy after all. It was October, and there was no way that even one pool would be open. You felt a little defeated, your desperation morphing into disappointment. Suddenly, the whirring of the Keurig slowed before spitting out the last bits of bitterly strong tea, a burning droplet jumping out and landing on your hand. You wondered if that was the Keurig’s way of calling you crazy as well.

Shaking your hand before wiping it with the opposite sleeve of your shirt, you stood up straight and leaned your back against the counter. With your phone in hand, you tapped out a string of shushing emojis in the group chat. Fuck it. You’re crazy and you’re proud.

You then pressed the video on, “Fun Things To Do In Vegas” which was accompanied by three exclamation points and a couple of emojis with their tongues out. The emojis implication almost made you a little scared of what “things” were going to be listed in the TikTok.

Before you could actually watch the video, though, a notification from your group chat popped up. It was from the friend who sent the Vegas video – they likely just now actually read the chat.

“Claire: Wait, what about the YMCA near your house? Doesn’t it have an indoor pool? Probably not the same kind of swimming that u were thinking of, but it’d be swimming lol.”

Oh shit. That’s a good idea. – Is what you both thought and simultaneously typed in response. Not missing a beat, you opened the search engine app on your phone and looked up the YMCA closest to you. Just under the images (which mostly consisted of it’s pool, oddly enough), you noticed that it was open from 5 A.M. to 9 P.M.

It was only 6:30 P.M. right now. Meaning, it was still open.

You switched back to the group chat’s tab and typed away.

“guess who’s going to the pool tonight”

“(it’s me)”

“anyone wanna come with?”

Surprisingly, the responses flooded in pretty quickly. They said:

“Claire: I wish, but I’ve got a class in an hour. I knew it was a bad decision to pick a class at 7 at night smh. Can’t ever meet up with u guys on weekends anymore :/”

“Ada: Can’t. Lots of work. Maybe next time.”

“Jill: Sorry, I’m at work right now. Had to pick up my coworker’s shift again. How about on the weekend?”

You groaned out a whine, throwing a mini-tantrum. You didn’t really want to go alone, because what fun would that be? Nonetheless, you didn’t want to wait for the weekend either. It was rare you guys ever actually had the same schedule, so you were sure the plans would just end up getting canceled or be pushed back even further. You’d just have to go alone.

You typed out a message informing your friends of your plan before placing the phone down with a heavy hand. Dragging your way down the narrow hall to your room, you plopped yourself down on your knees, opening up the dresser drawer that stored your bathing suits. You had an idea of which one you were going to wear, as it was a black one-piece with a deep-wired V down the front – It was appealing in the way that it wasn’t too revealing, but not unattractively modest either. Perfect for a venue that was family-friendly and not as free as the beach.

After a couple of minutes of rummaging, you slumped down to a hunch and huffed. You couldn’t seem to find the swimsuit. Not even after pulling out each bathing suit one by one. You searched, and searched, and searched, but it was nowhere to be found.

You caved to your frustration and picked out a bikini instead. You didn’t have any other swimsuits, so it was either a simplistic bikini or nothing. And after all that hullabaloo in the group chat, you were not choosing nothing.

Changing quickly, you then grabbed your things and headed for the car. It was now already after 6:45 P.M., and you were running out of time before the Y would close.

Soon enough, you were turning your car wheel to pull into the YMCA’s parking lot. You found a spot fairly fast and quickly put the car in park, removing your keys from the hole with a twist and pull of the wrist. As the car’s engine whirred, shutting off, you observed the parking lot. You noticed there weren’t too many cars. Hopefully, most of the people would be in the gym or another section of the Y and not the pool, you thought to yourself.

Stepping out of your car, you held onto the handle as you got dusted in the face by the wind, your hair flinging all over the place. The wind was pretty bad, but the chill alone was enough for you to huddle your arms over your body before running into the building. You were starting to regret coming to the pool so late in the day, especially in October, nonetheless. At least the air smelled nice, though; there must’ve been a place nearby having a bonfire, as there was a heavy waft of burning wood.

You pulled the heavy glass door open, practically swinging it with all your might, and walked in heaving. Maybe you should be going to the gym instead of the pool – how could you be out of breath from only a short jog across the parking lot?

No matter, you walked up to the counter and paid for a day pass. You got to go in free since you’re a first-time visitor, although you felt a little guilty considering it was going to be wasted on a less than two-hour excursion. It was probably fine though – you don’t think you’d need to go to the Y again after this, anyway.

Walking through the building, you admired the decorative furniture and monotone walls contrasted with bright accent walls and signs. It had a clean, modern look and you were pretty impressed by how well-kept it was; it must’ve been hard for the janitors who worked there considering it was a pretty big community establishment. You appreciated how spotless they were able to keep it with this knowledge in mind.

Soon, you found your way to the pool after getting lost and asking a very tired-looking staff member. You almost felt bad interrupting them – their dark undereye mixed with the lighting made them look as if they were ready to be taken out back and put down. Not that you blame them – they must’ve been here for a while now. You were sure you’d look like that too if you had to work until nine at night.

As you pushed the door to the pool open, you were immediately exposed to the hot, humid air. Typical of a pool. You had to admit, though, it felt pretty good as compared to the cold breeze outside. Besides, you probably wouldn’t feel this type of heat again unless you decided to put your heater on full blast in winter. Although that would turn your room into what was practically an oven and not a fun chlorine-smelling paradise – so maybe it wasn’t the same after all.

You observed the area, your eyes immediately landing on the few kids splashing around in the middle of the pool. Great. In situations like these, you tend to sit on the side of the stairs to the pool – but that spot seemed to be occupied by a group of older men and women, so you crossed that option off. You didn’t feel like getting dragged into a conversation about retirement homes, or grandchildren, or…stuff. You weren’t really sure what the elderly chatted about.

Admitting defeat, you decided to just go sit on one of the pool chairs instead. You figured you’d just wait it out, betting that both the kids and the elderly wouldn’t stay for much longer. It was almost pitch-black outside, and seeing both children and old people at night was practically like spotting a leprechaun next to a pot of gold, you thought.

As soon as you sat and plopped your stuff down in the middle-most chair, you took in a breath and looked around. And that’s when you saw him.

You swore your heart stopped beating for a second. He was gorgeous.

Most of the men you came across on a day-to-day basis looked downright horrendous, dressed in sweats and backward caps with dumb labels like “GymRat,” so to see a fit man with a haircut that suited his looks and facial scruff that looked like it was actively trimmed was like seeing that your younger sibling didn’t pick all of the marshmallows out of your favorite cereal and eat them. A blessing, that’s what this is, you thought.

You figured he was the lifeguard, as he was sitting in the lifeguard’s chair, leaning back with one leg dangling and the other using his heel to support his placement on the seat. He had one arm lazing on the armrest, while the other held his tilted head in place as he watched the kids dash up waves of water at one another. Every once in a while, his lips would curve into an amused smile, and he’d shake his black curls out of his face, eyes not straying from the children at play. Cute, you thought.

Watching him for a while longer, you noticed three things about him:

His eyes stayed trained on the kids in the pool, not the elderly. Every once in a while, if they made a sudden movement, he’d sit up, as if he were ready to leap from the tall chair at a moment's notice.

He seemed to be pretty proud of his body, or at least his looks. His posture was confident in nature and he never covered up any part of his body with his arms.

He had a charismatic personality, or at the very least, was on good terms with the janitors. Every time they passed by, he’d quickly turn his head, see who it was, and make a comment of some sort. He always had a grin on his face as he did, and never showed a bit of discourtesy nor dislike, even if the janitor didn’t return the energy.

Of course, those weren’t the only things you noticed about him. You also noticed he had a great body. Did you mention he had a great body? He had a great body.

He didn’t even need to be shirtless for you to tell. His arms and thighs were fat with muscle, his calves fit for a marathon runner, and his chest with mounds big enough that you wouldn’t be surprised if he knew how to flex them one at a time, as a kind of party trick.

You also could tell that he was a pretty hairy guy, not that you were complaining. You liked that in a man. You wondered what it would feel like to run your hands down his arm as his legs brushed up against the skin of–

And then he looked in your direction. He saw you. As you were at your apex of wanting to eat him alive.

Your face burned with embarrassment as his eyes met yours, and before you made a fool out of yourself, you looked away. Grabbing your phone which now felt sticky from the humidity, you pulled up the group chat, pretending to be busy.

“guys”

“there’s a rly cute lifeguard here and he caught me staring”

“im so embarrassed”

You stared at the screen for a while, waiting for your friends to respond, but none came.

Damn. Why is it that whenever you need a distraction, no one is active?

It didn’t take long after for you to give up, slinking your phone back down. You picked up a book instead, sneakily glancing up at the lifeguard once more to see if he was still looking your way. He wasn’t. His eyes were trained back on the kids, which surprisingly, made you feel a little disappointed.

You read for a while until eventually, you received a notification.

“Ada: Lol. You have a crush?”

“Ada: You should go up to him.”

The longer you considered Ada’s suggestion, the more your heart raced. You seriously considered it for a moment, but abruptly shut it down after thinking about how weird it actually might be.

“I can’t do that”

“I don’t even know what I’d say”

Ada replied almost immediately.

“Ada: Then make him want to go up to you.”

It wasn’t bad advice. You thought about it for a bit, staring at the paved concrete below your pool chair. An ant scurried on by, passing your left foot, and once it was out of sight, you snapped out of your daze and returned your head to a forward position.

Once you did, you noticed the lifeguard’s gaze on you. He was looking at you first this time.

As soon as your eyes met, he flung his head to the side, pretending to rub his neck. It was pretty awkward to watch, as his hands moved aimlessly and unpurposeful, as there was really no physical reason for him to need to touch his neck. It was easy to tell that he was only doing it to play off the fact that he was caught staring, too.

His attraction – or at the very least, interest, was mutual, then. You felt a fire of confidence rising in your chest, and you now knew how you’d get him to come up to you first.

You stood up from your chair, keeping him in your peripheral view, pretending to dust yourself off before seeing his head move back in your direction. Good, he was watching you again.

Very slowly, you began to remove the regular clothes that rested atop your bikini. Once fully stripped to your swimsuit, you made sure to fold your clothes neatly. After each article was folded, you would bend over, your behind facing his direction, placing it flatly onto the pool chair. Each time you did this, you couldn’t tell if he was looking, but you were sure that he wouldn’t have been able to resist at minimum, a glance.

Once done, you began to walk towards the water. You felt a little conscious in your stride, your step heavy, but also determined to play it cool. When approaching the stairs of the pool, you grabbed onto the accompanying handlebar, creating a divide in the water as you were further submerged. You passed the elderly group, and once they thought you were out of earshot, one exclaimed, “I wish I still had a young body like that.” The others chuckled, agreeing with the notion. You blushed and continued your journey to an empty spot in the pool.

Wading through the water, you then came up near the area where the kids were playing. You went to the side opposite the lifeguard’s chair and leaned against the wall. It was a little noisy – no, very noisy being near the kids. On top of that, you were occasionally hit with splatters of water every time they tried to mimic professional swimmers, but at least your plan was working. You think.

You weren’t really sure because you were too scared to look back up at the lifeguard. But that’s OK. All girlbosses have their weak moments.

While lost in thought trying to figure out your next step on alluring the lifeguard (as, for some reason, he wasn’t already proposing marriage and offering a bride-dowry to your parents consisting of 400 sheep, 200 goats, fifty pieces of silver, a years’ worth of unleavened bread, and seven years’ labor), you noticed two children playing roughly, one a bone-thin blonde, and the other a brunette missing one of his front teeth.

The blonde child was in a small floaty, laughing as his friend tried to swim under the tube and get inside of it with him. Every time he dived under the water, the boy would swerve his donut-shaped float, swimming a few inches away, laughing. This went on for a while, until eventually, the blonde boy switched his tactic and began pushing his friend’s head away from his float while under the water.

You grew concerned as you watched, knowing they were starting to get a little too carried away, and you looked around for their parents. You then spotted a couple of adults on the pool chairs near the towel rack, busy conversing about something you couldn’t hear. You weren’t sure what to do and turned your head back to the kids, and then there was a stifled thump.

Your heart started to race as the blonde boy started to look worried, noticing his friend wasn’t coming up out of the water. You noticed what was happening when the child leaned over his tube, holding his reddened elbow, freezing in place.

The toothless boy was knocked out.

The child with scrawny arms somehow managed to deal a blow hard enough for his friend to lose consciousness. He whipped his head around to get the lifeguard’s attention, desperately screaming, “Help! Help!”

The lifeguard was already halfway down the chair even before the boy started yelling. It seemed like his gaze had been so focused on the children earlier because he knew something like this was bound to happen.

The child was now sobbing, looking around for his parents, of which the whole group was now running over to see what the commotion was about.

You saw the kid whose body started to sink downwards, your heartbeat stammering in your chest.

You had to do something.

Launching yourself forward, you began to swim to the child nearby. As you did, you heard the lifeguard jump in the pool, a loud splash of water mixing in with the cries of the children’s parents.

You made it to the boy under the water first, diving straight down. Once you got a hold of him, you yanked his arm up, pulled him to your body, and positioned his behind on your arm, so that his head would immediately be above the water.

Both of you came up, and you gasped for air, blinking rapidly so that you could see. The lifeguard was right next to you, hurriedly taking the boy from your arms, rushing him toward the edge of the pool, and plopping him down on the concrete. You followed over, as did pretty much everyone at the pool, watching the lifeguard push desperately at his chest.

After a short while, which actually felt like forever, the boy gasped, throwing up the water that was in his lungs. The lifeguard helped the boy sit up a little, rubbing his back as he continued his violent coughs and sobs. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered. “I got’cha, bud.”

Once the brunette had finally gotten a hold of himself, he ran to his parents, who held him and began petting his head. The other parents, who seemed to all be friends, began thanking the lifeguard profusely on both the boy's and his parent’s behalf.

The lifeguard was crouched, slightly hunched over, breathing heavily, simply shaking his head to assure them it was okay. “Just doin’ my job,” he smiled despite the apparent stress on his face, “Actually, you should be thanking the kind lady over there.”

His gaze moved from the worry-stricken parents to you. “She’s the one who saved his life.”

You blushed, your eyes moving from him, then to the parents, not sure what to say. You didn’t think you did that much.

The parents came up to you and began thanking you as well, telling you how brave it was of you to dive in after the boy. You were only able to stammer out a couple of “it’s no problem’s” and “thank you’s” in return.

Soon, almost everyone left the pool, deciding they had witnessed enough of the pool for the night. Even the group of elderly packed their things and headed towards the changing room.

You too had figured it was probably time to go, forgetting your entire plan of romancing the man who had just previously given you all the credit when he was the one to bring the boy back from unconsciousness.

However, as you turned and began walking back to your stuff, the lifeguard ran up to your side, trying to get your attention. “Hey, hey.”

You turned to face him, stopping in place. “Um–yes?” you said, a little taken aback at his greeting, not expecting him to have started a conversation.

“Ah–oh,” he said, tripping on his words. “I just wanted to thank you, for saving the kid.”

You smiled at his words. “Sure,” you said. You then tilted your head, quirking a brow. “I didn’t really do much, though. You did more than me, so–”

He quickly cut you off, a tint of excitement in his voice. “No, no! If you hadn’t gotten him out, he would’ve been under even longer. Every second matters–you saved his life. I only got the water ‘outta his airway.”

You blushed a little at his enthusiasm for your act of heroism. “Well, uh, thank you–”

“You were so cool,” he said, and you swore you felt your heart explode.“Thanks,” you mumbled out, and soon enough, silence grew between the two of you. You were trying to figure out what to say back.

“Well, I should–” the lifeguard started to say, turning his body to leave. You scrambled for a response back, not wanting him to go.

“You were cool, too.” You said, your voice sounding a little wobbly. You felt your face start to grow red, your blood rising in degrees with every millisecond that passed.

The lifeguard seemed shy now, too, raising an arm behind his head, rubbing at his neck like he did earlier. “Oh–really?”

“Y-yeah,” you breathed out.

There was silence once more before the lifeguard laughed a little and held out his hand to you. “I’m Carlos. It’s nice to meet ‘ya, Phelps.”

You took his hand, shaking it gently. He had a good handshake, and his hand felt huge in your own. “Phelps?” you said, not really understanding why he was referring to you as that.

“You know, Michael Phelps? The swimmer guy? Because you dove in to get the kid?”

You let out a long “ooooooh” as soon as you recognized what he was talking about, and laughed in response. “Pretty rude to call a lady Michael Phelps, dont’cha think?”

He laughed back before running his hand through his hair – which, miraculously, was able to stay dry since you were the one to reach the kid underwater. “Sorry, pretty lady. What should I call you then?”

You blushed a little upon hearing him call you “pretty lady,” a cheeky grin growing on your face. “You can call me Y/N. Or pretty lady, too. I don’t mind either.”

He laughed, shaking his head in an amused manner. He placed his hands on his hips, and tilted his head back a little, grinning. “Okay, pretty lady. How old are you? You in college?”

You nodded your head. “Yeah. What about you?”

“Yep. I’m a senior. You?”

You replied, and from there, your conversation began to take off. You talked about things as small as favorite colors, to medium things like what your majors were, to big things like how many dogs were too many dogs for a person to have. You both seemed to click really well, and you had to admit, you had never met someone as easy to talk to before Carlos.

As you both started passionately debating on whether or not the pool slide was white or beige, an announcement sounded over the speakers.

“Attention guests, the YMCA will be closing in five minutes. Please make sure to gather all your things and head to the exit. Those who are still in the building after closing will be escorted outside by staff. Thank you for choosing the YMCA, and we hope to see you again soon!”

You and Carlos looked at one another, not sure what to say.

You realized then, that all this time, you’d been keeping Carlos from leaving when he probably could’ve packed up early for the night. Embarrassed, you jumped up from where you both had been sitting. At some point during your conversation (before its interruption), you both had sat at the edge of the pool, your legs resting in the water.

“Shit, I’m sorry for keeping you–” you said. “I’ll go get my things so you can leave–I’m so sorry–”

As you turned in a hurry to go get your stuff, you felt Carlos’ hand rest on your shoulder, stopping you. “Hey, hey–you’re fine, you’re fine.”

You jumped a little at the contact, your face turning red, and once you turned to face Carlos, you noticed he had realized what he had done.

You were wearing a swimsuit. You had on practically next to nothing. And he, a stranger, was touching you.

He pulled his hand back, going to rub his neck, but pausing as he began to raise it. It seemed like he didn’t know what to do with himself now. “Uh–”

“Sorry, shit–I didn’t mean to–uh,” he stumbled. “Was that weird?”

You took in a deep breath and averted your gaze. “No. No, you’re fine.”

“Are–are you sure?” he pushed.

“Yes, yes, you’re fine. Don’t worry.”

“Well, I’m worrying. You can tell me if–”

You sighed and looked him in his eyes. “It’s fine. I liked it.”

Upon hearing the words come out of your mouth, you froze. Your frustration with his reluctance to accept your assurance must have gotten to you, as you didn’t mean to say the last part.

“You liked it?” he said. He seemed a little surprised, with a mix of something else. You weren’t quite sure what.

“Um. Yeah–yeah.” you asserted. And then there was silence again.

Unable to take the awkward tension, you cracked a joke. “I’m flattered by your desperation to keep me from leaving. Very, uh–flattering touch.”

Turns out you weren’t very good at jokes.

Nonetheless, he seemed to like it. He chuckled a little, which made your heartbeat increase in pace. He seemed to have good humor even in cringy situations. You liked that.

“Well, I’m glad you’re flattered, at least. I’d do it again if I needed to.” He smiled.

You blushed, and that’s when your mouth started to move on its own. “Then do it.”

“What?” he said, a little surprised.

“I’m on my way to leave. The building closes in…” You checked the clock on the wall. “...a minute or less. If you don’t want me to leave, then touch me again.” You looked up at him expectantly.

He paused for a minute and it was clear he was debating on what to do. You waited, watching him shift in place – going to rub his neck again, as he had been doing whenever he was nervous.

Suddenly, it was 9 P.M. and the announcement over the loudspeaker played, declaring it was closing time and all the guests who hadn’t left yet needed to begin their way on exiting the building. Your heart dropped a little, taking his lack of response before the loudspeaker’s interjection as a “no.”

You smiled weakly, taking the hint. You turned to grab your things off the pool chair and spoke. “Well, it was nice to–”

In a heartbeat, he grabbed your shoulder with a sense of determination, spinning you towards him. He placed one hand on your hip, pulling you in, before kissing you with wild passion.

You felt the roughness of his stubble first and then the softness of his lips. Slowly, you closed your eyes, kissing him back.

He was a fast kisser, constantly changing the way he sucked at your lips, alternating between tilting his head to the side so that he could press his mouth into yours, and tilting his head downwards so that he could pull your mouth while you struggled to stay connected. He was constantly desperate for more access as if he wanted to make sure you felt him all over your lips, not one spot untouched.

Your hands rested on his soaking wet shirt that clung to his skin from when he had jumped into the pool to save the kid. It felt a little cold, but you got used to it as your kiss continued.

The only thing the two of you could hear was each other’s heavy breathing, along with the smack of your lips as they collided. That was, until, the sound of the pool door opened.

Both you and Carlos separated immediately, your lips feeling cold at the sudden touch of air, missing the warmth of Carlos’ own warm lips. You did, however, still feel the tingle left from his feverish push-and-pull play.

With about a two-foot distance now between the two of you, you both looked over to see what the noise was exactly.

In walked an older woman, one you would’ve guessed was in her early 60’s. Her hair was completely gray, resting in a shaggy bun with little hairs falling out. She looked rough – and ready to go home for the night.

“H–hey, Mary. You almost done for the night?”

She eyed him suspiciously before replying. “Wouldn’t that be a damn miracle.”

She continued to go about her business, and you felt awkward watching their conversation.

Suddenly, Carlos’ head shot towards you and then back towards Mary. “Oh, uh, I was just about to escort this…young, damsel-in-distress out of the building. She didn’t know where the exit was, you see.”

You shot him a dirty look as if saying, “I know where the exit is.”

Mary didn’t seem to care. She simply took the mop out of the water in the cleaning cart and plopped it on the floor. It made an uncomfortably loud squelch sound in an otherwise silent room. “Mmm.”

Carlos grabbed your things for you, and put an arm around your shoulder. “Well, I’ve gotta maintain my status as a gentleman, so…we’ll be on our way! See ‘ya later, Mary!”

It sounded like she mumbled out an “I hope not,” but you weren’t too sure.

The two of you walked quickly to the door, and once it shut behind you, Carlos let go of your arm.

“Well, that was, uh–something?” He smiled, still holding onto your clothes and other items.

“Yeah,” you said, before looking up at him with an amused smile. “Damsel-in-distress, huh?”

He laughed and shuffled on his feet. “What, you the type that doesn’t like to be saved?”

You smirked. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. You wanna find out?”

He grinned as he looked at you, raising a brow in an amused fashion. “Only because you make it sound so alluring.”

After hearing his reply, you closed in on his body, wrapping your arms around his neck. You stood on your tippy-toes, whispering in his ear as your cheek brushed against his lengthy hair and scratchy stubble. “I’ll show you every part of me that you want, but you need to take me somewhere private first.”

You pulled back, and you saw that he was grinning. It was evident in his eyes alone that he was excited, although, there was a mix of something else, too. The other kind of excitement, perhaps – it was a very lustful look.

He held out his hand, and as you took it, he led you down the hall. You both laughed a little at the situation, adrenaline coursing through your veins. It was cold in the building, probably mostly because you still only had on a bikini, but you weren’t too focused on it. The warmth of Carlos’ hand and the anticipation for what you both were about to do were the main things on your mind right now.

Soon enough, Carlos pulls you into a room, and you look around, observing it. It was a locker room, although you hadn’t noticed whether it was for men, women, or unisex. You figured it didn’t matter all that much, though – it’s not likely that anyone would walk in.

Carlos twirled you around, pulling you into his chest again. He looked down at you, smiling before leaning down and kissing you.

This time, his kiss was soft and exploratory. He took his time, not making any wild moves, although still leading the pace like he did the first time he kissed you. Maybe you were a damsel-in-distress after all – it was starting to seem like you were swept up in his game with no escape.

After a while, he broke away from the kiss, looking at you with gentle eyes.

“I don’t have a key to lock the door. Someone could walk in. Is that okay?”

You laughed a little, smiling. “Let them walk in.”

He chuckled back, speaking in a soft voice as he pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You’re a bold girl, huh?”

Before you could respond, his lips were back on yours. His hands moved down your back before interlacing his fingers, keeping you pressed to him.

The kiss you shared was slow again at first, but it didn’t take long for it to pick up again. At the apex of your kiss, Carlos pulled his lips away, moving them to the corner of your mouth, to your cheek, and finally to your neck. It tickled at first due to his facial hair, and you let out a small laugh, but eventually, it started to feel really good.

He found all of the sweet spots on your neck, sucking and licking, desperate to hear the pleased moans that escaped you every time he touched you the way you liked. Once he seemed to want more, he began to travel further down your body. You smiled when he ventured over your breasts, gasped when he reached your stomach, and paused when he kissed your pelvic area.

Petting his hair, you spoke. “Carlos?”

“Hmm?” He mumbled, looking up at you. He was waiting for you to give the go-ahead.

You felt a little nervous asking, but you knew it was important. “Have you been tested recently?”

He paused, thinking. “I haven’t been sexually active for a while, so I haven’t gone to get a test any time recent. The last time I did, though, there were no concerns.” He then picked up your leg, throwing it over his broad shoulder. He placed a kiss on your inner thigh. “Is that okay?”

You nodded your head and returned to running your fingers through his curls. He smiled up at you and started kissing through the bottom piece of your swimsuit again.

Once he figured he had done enough teasing, he removed your leg off his shoulder, slipping the bottoms down. You stepped out of it, and he picked your leg up again, placing it in its former position on his shoulder.

“You’ve got a pretty pussy.” he said nonchalantly, placing a kiss on where the slit started.

You laughed a little, pulling his head back to look up at you. He let you do it. “And you’ve got a pretty face to look at while you eat my pretty pussy.”

He let out a small exhale of a laugh, and you felt his breath brush up against your clit. Your grip on his head shivered, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

Soon enough, he was licking and kissing your soft spot. He took his time, remaining very gentle and attentive. No tremble, no shake, no quiver went unnoticed while he worked.

As you started to get closer to orgasm, you pulled him by his hair, tilting his head up at you. His eyes were half-lidded, staring up at you, his lapping at your folds unwavering.

You rubbed yourself a little more forcibly into him, grinding against his face. He seemed to like it, as he placed a hand on your hip, bringing you down even harder onto him every time you pushed up against him.

You felt yourself getting close, and the moans you had been stifling were getting hard to hold in. “Fucking god, Carlos, I’m close.” you murmured.

Carlos didn’t respond, nor speed up, he simply shut his eyes and kept the pace he had been going at. You stared down at his eyelashes, admiring how long they were as you came.

Your body shook a little, and once the high was over, you were panting, relying on Carlos to hold you up. He slowly pulled away, placing your leg back down, running his hands up your body as he stood up with you.

He held you for a moment, placing your head against his chest, and rubbing your back as you calmed down.

Once your breathing was steady, you pulled away from him, grabbing him by the shirt. His eyes widened, and he gave you an amused look.

You clung to him for a moment, before running your hands down his body as you got onto your knees in front of him.

Panicked, he took your hands off him and held them gently. “Hey, hey– you don’t have to–”

You looked up at him, still panting a little. “I’m paying you back.”

He shook his head, and then let go of one of your hands to caress your face. “Nah. Not this time. You can pay me back another time. After all, if I let you pay me back now, you might just run away and I won’t get to see you again.”

He smiled down at you as he said it, and you blushed a little when you realized he said not this time. That meant that there would be other times.

He then helped you up to your feet and kissed you again. It was a gentle kiss, but after your last orgasm, you were feeling needy for something faster.

You took the lead from him, kissing him as aggressively as you could to show that you were ready for him to be a little more rough with you. He seemed to get the hint but pulled away from the kiss.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said, seeming a little downcast at the thought.

You smiled at him, your arms now around his neck. “I do.”

He perked up a little and smirked at you. “You’re a little too prepared for a damsel-in-distress, aren’t you?”

You laughed and replied as you went to get the condom from your purse. “I’d say I’m just the right amount of prepared.”

As you walked back over to him with the condom, he pulled you in and started kissing your neck once more. He moved from up, down, up, down, then up again before whispering in your ear. “Think you’re prepared enough to put it on me?”

You laughed at his smooth words, and you whispered back. “What, you don’t know how to put one on yourself?”

He chuckled, and pulled away, taking the condom as you handed it to him. He tore it open using his teeth, staring down at you as he did it. Once it was open, you made a smart remark. “You know you’re not supposed to use your teeth to get it out, right?”

He chuckled, placing the wrapper and condom in his palm. He made a closed fist and went to remove his clothes. You admired his body as he did – and in regards to your earlier comment about him being a hairy man, you were right. He had just the right amount of chest hair, as well as a happy trail stemming from his trimmed pubic area. “Guess you were right – I don’t know how to put one on, after all.”

You laughed, watching him slide the thin condom onto his shaft. He was pretty big – you were a little worried about being able to fit all of him in.

Once he was certain the condom was on well, he looked over at you before picking you up in a rush. You giggled, wrapping your legs around his hips and burying your head in his neck. After a couple of seconds, you felt the cold wall against your back, and arched into him a little, trying to escape from the freezing touch.

He made a hmm noise that sounded amused at your squirming and then began pecking little kisses on your neck. You slowly eased back against the wall, getting used to the cold.

Once you did, Carlos began to press his body into you. You could tell Carlos enjoyed getting as much skin-on-skin as he could when intimate because he was always somehow buried in your touch.

His hips ground his cock into your stomach, humping you slowly as he continued to suck your neck. You were starting to get a little impatient now, wanting him inside you already, and so the next time he ground into you, you ground back.

He didn’t seem to be expecting it, as he let out a throaty, closed-mouth moan. He got the hint, though, as he pulled back a little, and propped himself at your entrance.

Slowly, he lowered you down onto his cock. He inserted the head first, watching your expression to see if it was okay. You winced a little, and he noticed.

Whispering, he tried to encourage you while he eased into you. “You’re doing good, Y/N. Most damsels-in-distress would’ve given up by now.”

You laughed, feeling him sink into you more. He smiled, watching your face as you adjusted. “Want me to make some noise for you?” he said, lowering his voice.

You nodded your head, interested in what noises he was going to make.

He placed his head on your shoulder, beginning to make subtle grunts and moans the more his cock delved into you.

You started to get a little more wet from hearing his voice, turned on by the presumable pleasure he was feeling as he moved in deeper and deeper. Eventually, he was fully in, and you were more than ready to get started.

You tapped his shoulder, insinuating that you were good to go. He picked his head up from your collarbone, then pressed his forehead against yours as he began to pull out, then push back in.

Both of you gasped silently, gripping one another as a way to express how good it felt. He continued to move, alternating the way he did it, going from rolling his hips in a continuous rhythm to jerkily bucking into you. Carlos was proving to be a spontaneous lover, and you had to admit, you enjoyed being kept on your toes.

Eventually, things started to pick up, and Carlos was now thrusting into you with a feverish desire. You moaned into his mouth as he kissed you, hearing his heavy breathing every time he pulled away for air. You knew it wouldn’t be much longer until he came, and so you decided that you would start making your way to orgasm as well.

One of your arms reached down to your clit, and you began to rub yourself while Carlos buried himself in you. He pulled away from the kiss with a pop, which actually wasn’t as audible, since it was drowned out by the sound of both of your breathing, moaning, and collision of skin.

He buried his head into your neck, a slur of whines, grunts, and moans escaping his lips.

You listened to his voice, closing your eyes, and focusing on reaching your climax. It didn’t take long after he caught on that you were right there, and whispered in your ear, “Do it. Cum on me. Cum on my cock.”

As you came down from your high, you trembled in Carlos’ arms. You noticed he was starting to become shaky himself, and you were a little worried as you felt his hands wobble underneath your bottom. It was likely that his arms were getting tired from holding you up for a prolonged amount of time.

You pulled his head in close, whispering in his ear. As you did, you heard his breath hitch, panting as if he were desperate for air. “Carlos,” you said, “Let me help you cum. What do you need?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but only a moan came out at first. “My back…scratch up my back.”

You listened to what he asked, digging your nails into his skin, softly at first, and then a little more rough once you felt him shiver. He seemed to like it a lot.

He continued, which surprised you a little. You thought he would’ve stopped at his one request, but he didn’t. He must’ve been a needy man. “Kiss my neck,” he huffed, “please, Y/N.”

You followed what he asked, kissing on his neck as you clawed up the muscles on his back. It didn’t take much longer after that, and soon enough his entire body was trembling. He thrust a couple more times into you, grunting as he did, and you felt his cock jerk as he spilled his warm seed into the condom.

As soon as he came, his hands lost most of their grip on holding you, and you unwrapped your legs around his waist, jumping down. You felt him press into you, heaving as if he weren’t getting any air. You smiled and decided to comfort him as he did for you earlier after eating you out.

Pulling him into an embrace, you felt his head rest against the wall, trying to reach your shoulder, but failing as he was too tall. You chuckled and began to rub his back, talking to him in an endearing tone. “You good, Carlos?”

“Yeah–yeah, I’m good.” he huffed, and soon after his response, he pulled back, standing straight as he looked down at you.

“So, was it good? For you, I mean.” He said, running a hand through his hair.

You laughed, reaching up to caress his cheek. He leaned into your touch. “It was really good. The best I’ve ever had, I’d say.”

He smiled, taking your hand from his cheek and kissing it, “It was good for me, too. Turns out I really like saving damsels-in-distress. Who knew, huh?”

You rolled your eyes at his comment. The two of you then continued your back-and-forth witty remarks, while agreeing on going to wash yourselves off quickly in the showers that were a part of the locker room you just had sex in. As you both bathed in separate stalls, you continued to talk, practically yelling over the bustling of the shower head as the water fell.You hoped no one was nearby outside, because it was likely they would have heard you.

Once finished, the two of you got dressed and grabbed your stuff. Luckily enough, the locker room that you went into was the men’s, so Carlos was able to grab his things from the locker he usually uses when on lifeguard duty.

The two of you then walked out of the building together, acting like a newlywed couple. You teased one another, laughing and joking around as you had the entire night.

Once outside, feeling the chill on your skin, you both paused, not sure where to go from there. You both didn’t really want to go your separate ways.

You desperately wanted to ask for his number, but you weren’t sure how to do so in a witty and playful way. You didn’t want to ask outright, because for some reason, even after all you just did, you worried it would come off as desperate. Even though you were desperate.

You opened your mouth to speak but was cut off by Carlos. “Hey, so, if it’s alright with you–you wouldn’t mind me asking for your number, would you?”

You giggled, happy that he was thinking of the same thing. “No, I wouldn’t mind at all. I was just thinking of asking the same thing.”

Carlos smiled, and the two of you quickly exchanged numbers. “Make sure to give me a cutesy name and contact photo.” He said playfully grinning at you.

And that gave you an idea. “Hey, why don’t we take a picture right now? That way we both get to have a cute contact photo.”

He smiled, ruffling your hair, and then let you hold your phone up, ready to take the picture.

“Cheese!” you exclaimed, and he laughed as you pressed the camera button.

After taking the photo, you sent it to him straight away. The two of you then realized it was getting late, and you couldn’t drag your time on with one another any longer. You said your goodbyes, and both went in different directions to get into your cars.

As soon as you got into your car, you started it and began to think about your night. Your cheeks blushed, and you immediately grabbed your phone. You had to tell your friends what happened.

Unsurprisingly, they all freaked out on you, exclaiming how they were wondering where you went. You laughed a little, typing out a quick summary. After hitting send, one of your friends began to ask strange questions.

“Jill: Wait, what does he look like?”

Puzzled, you typed out a relatively simple description. After a couple of minutes, your friend responded.

“Jill: Wtf I think I know him”

“Jill: He’s in my science class???”

“Jill: Dude sucks at science lmao”

You were a little taken aback by the revelation of Jill knowing Carlos, although you were a little more shocked at him sucking at science. He seemed like a science-y kinda guy.

As you continued to chat with your friends, you got a notification from Carlos. Your heartbeat quickened, and you wondered what he had to say so soon.

Upon opening the notification, you saw that what he had sent was a screenshot of your contact name and profile picture in his phone – it was the selfie the two of you took, along with the name “Damsel.”

You reply with your own screenshot, which also used the selfie the two of you took, while his name was set to “Phelps.” It didn’t take long for him to reply,

“Phelps: Hey, hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s rude to call a gentleman Phelps?”

You laughed out loud, and could already tell you’d be spending the rest of your night talking with Carlos.

Oh well. The night was still young.

For the official and original Kinktober 23 prompts, check here. Credits to @kinktober2023 for the ideas!

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kreideroses · 8 months

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albedo hcs

i don't normally post on tumblr but it's his birthday and i love him sm 😭 this is just how i perceive him and maybe i'm biased because i'm a simp LOL

🕯️tags: gn!reader, established relationship (reader and albedo are dating), implied thoughts of parenthood on albedo's part, this is really self indulgent, a fuck ton of fluff LOL

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- albedo is a busy man, so it's a real privelege whenever he makes time in his hectic schedule for the both of you.

- albedo likes listening to your heartbeat when cuddling. he's not human so things like being able to hear your heartbeats, feeling the rising of your chest as you breathe fascinates him

- speaking of cuddling, he gets clingy and very touchy but only to people he trusts.

- albedo loves to hold your hand when he's writing paperwork. he links his arm with yours when you guys walk around mondstadt. very clingy especially around you

- draws you A LOT. this is a common trope in fics of him but i love it okay. he loves studying every detail about you. he works hard to make sure that his depictions of you capture your likeness.

- he's also very open about the drawing thing. like, you saw him sketching you out in his sketchbook one time and when he saw you were flattered he just went "i have entire sketchbooks filled with drawings of you, you know?" and didn't elaborate further until you pressed him on about it. absolutely shameless smh

- he's not really a petnames guy, his reasoning being he loves saying your name, it just rolls of the tongue perfectly for him, he doesn't really see a need for petnames. he does however make an exception for the petname "dear"

- when he holds your hand, sometimes he squeezes it three times out of nowhere. it's his way of saying "i love you" quietly. ever since you learned of this habit from him, he always waits expectantly for you to return those three hand squeezes

- he's the embodiment of "actions speak louder than words". he's still quite shy with saying he loves you, so he tries to make up for it by doing small things such as remembering something you like and getting you something related to your interest, clearing his schedule to spend time with you, or constantly holding or touching you.

- you, albedo, and klee have occassional "playdates" (which is mostly just you two trying to make sure klee doesnt blow up the knights' headquarters)

- during one of your "playdates" with klee, she asked to play house with the both of you and assigned you two to be her parents. albedo could Not meet your eyes for the rest of the day after your roles had been given

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sorry if this is messy i never post T-T

if this is ooc i apologize to my king albedo it's been a while since i've done my daily albedo wiki page reading :(

#albedo x reader #albedo #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin hcs #albedo hcs #albedo genshin #albedo genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #headcanon

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des111ree · 1 year

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·˚ ༘"Just Wanted To" // OMINIS GAUNT -------------------------------

Pairings: ominis gaunt x f!reader

Promt: " 'how many men have you kissed?' - 'very few.' - 'but you offered me a kiss, why?' - 'such a foolish reason, i'm afraid. i just.. wanted to kiss you.' "

A/N: this is just a lil sappyish fluff w ominis.. I’m publishing this half-assed as hell because I haven’t posted in weeks and just wanted to give SOMETHING. I’ve not been in a writing mood I have so many half finished drafts rn that imma be getting to soon. This is a very rushed lil one shot I was really just desperate to get something small out there so I apologize if this one don’t do it for y’all smh I swear my writing can be better and IT WILL BE !!!

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Sebastian had left only a few minutes ago, I and Ominis sat against the cold wall of the undercroft in silence.

It isn’t awkward. It’s nice. It’s comforting. Though, being in Ominis’ presence was always comforting, regardless.

“Hey, Ominis.” I speak up, missing the voice of him. How he always sounded so lovely and graceful, regardless the words escaping his mouth.

“Hey, y/n.” He responds shortly after, causing me to turn my face toward him, examining his state.

His face was straight and emotionless, but I could see the exhaust behind his eyes. He wasn’t wearing his robe anymore, and his suit jacket was rolled up a bit, along with his white undershirt.

He had just barely finished studying in here a while before Sebastian had left. He started last night nonstop, the circles in his eyes proving his little to no sleep. Always in a book, he is. Though this years more intense, for the N.E.W.T.S coming up.

I move my hands on the floor of both sides of my hips, then lifting my bottom up slightly as I scoot in front of him.

He has one leg up, his knee to his chest, the other out lazily in front of him. His arm was resting on his knee as he attempted to keep himself awake and mind less foggy.

I stop myself in front of him, sitting criss-crossed. “Have you ever fancied anyone, Ominis?” The thoughts been in my mind as of lately, attempting to imagine Ominis being a romantic. Truthfully, the thought causes my stomach to flip.

I look at his face, him turning his head to the side in thought. “That I would not be able to give a simple answer to.” He responds, his eyes seemingly reverting down. I hum in response, having him add onto his answer.

“It’s different for me. Not simply for I’m blind, but because I’m frankly unsure of it.”

“Is that so?” I respond in a question, and he moves his face toward my voice. “I mean.. I’ve gotten flustered over some remarks my way from women, but I’ve never felt my feelings linger, and especially not for anyone specific. So no, not exactly.”

I smile softly. I love hearing of Ominis‘s personal feelings and or thoughts, for he isn’t very open toward them. Though it is late at night, and we’re tired, alone. Now’s some of the only times he’ll talk much about himself, unless it’s absolutely necessary.

I’m so, so interested in Ominis and his thoughts. Everything of him, and what goes on in his mind.

“Well, I know girls have had their fair share of fancies on you. What’s that like?”

“Oh, please. Don’t act like you don’t know what it’s like to be fancied.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes and looking away again.

I smile toward his words, looking down as I scoff a small giggle.

“Fine, next question then.” I look up at him and see a lazy smile plastered over his face as well, looking down and slowly fiddling with his fingers. I part my legs and scoot closer into him, my legs on either side of his one which is up, wrapping my arms around his calf.

“How about… Have you ever been kissed by a girl before?” My smile is clear through my tone, questioning him as though we are teenage girls giggling and gossiping in the dorm alone on a late night.

I bite the bottom of my lip, concealing my rather broad smile, attempting not to giggle. I don’t know what it is but I’m filled with joy speaking to him of such personal matters, knowing he’s not uncomfortable from it. Ominis isn’t afraid to brush people off when he is, so he would’ve said something by now if he was.

“I have not.”

I hum. “By a man?” I tease, and his eyes slightly broaden, looking toward my direction then back down at the ground in a flush. He slightly stammers, unaware of how to respond to that. I merely giggle in response, causing him to exhale. “I’ve not once been snogged.” He finds his words, but the thoughts in his head make it clear on his face, so I stay silent in case he decides to add onto his response. Which he does.

“Many wish to, you know?”

“Many men?”

His face shoots my way again, my smile growing larger.

“People.” He responds sternly, yet also in a teasing matter. I let out a giggle as he continues.

“They presume it’d be something of which gains them admiration, as if I’m some sort of toy, a rare object. Kiss the blind boy and you’ll favor top admired.” His sarcastic sentence trails off due to his yawn, shaking his head slowly.

“They’re entirely focusing on the wrong things of which you possess.”

“Apparently, I’ve no other interesting traits.” He scoffs, as I do in return.

“You can’t believe such things??” I respond in disbelief, causing him to avert himself toward my direction again.

“I could go on forever of everything you possess charming.”

“Charming?”

I hum again in response, then leaning forward and resting my cheek on his knee, my arms still wrapped around his calf.

There’s silence. We’re both clearly in thought.

“Never kissed, huh?” I return to our past conversation, but my mind is still on the fact he doesn’t believe he could genuinely be liked. I like him. I more than like him.

He shakes his head. “Emphasis on ‘never’ .”

I stare in silence, thinking of how lovely it would be to kiss Ominis… Causing bad, bad moves.

“Could I kiss you?” I blurt out, not entirely thinking through my words.. Yet entirely at the same time.

After a small pause, I lift my head up to examine his face in a slight panic. His face is stained red, a rather panicked expression on as well. I gnaw at the bottom of my lip in anticipation.

“Though, It’d be hard not to brag about it.” I fill the silence, referring back to our past conversation. “Just not for the reasons you’d think.” I rest my chin on his knee as I speak, looking up at his face in admiration. I can lightly feel his breath barely touch my face, and I just smile. I love being able to admire every inch of his features, every curve and every mole. He was perfect. I want to count every speckle on his face with my lips. With a kiss.

“How many men have you kissed?” He asks after the silence, not looking toward me. I inhale deeply as I look up in thought. I sigh as I answer. “Very few.”

“As few as I?” He teases, but his tone is serious. I hum again in response, him taking it as a yes.

“But-.. You offered me a kiss.. Why?” He genuinely asks, his face then turning toward mine. His eyebrows are very slightly curved, his eyes big and pure. My heart skips a few beats, forcing myself a nervous blink.

I inhale deeply, lifting my chin off of his knee. “Hmm.” I start, fiddling with the hem of his pants. I don’t look up at him. I’m aware he can’t see me, but it’s embarrassing saying it to his face either way.

“Such a foolish reason, I’m afraid.” I sigh. “I just,” I shrug before continuing, nerves rising. “-wanted to kiss you.”

I stammer, attempting to get the word ‘wanted’ out. This was so terrifying simply for the way I was afraid this is a conversation we were not tired enough to forget and get over. I can now only hope this doesn’t jeopardize our friendship.

My heart rate speeds, noticing his chest beating harder, indicating his breath had gotten heavier. His face was purely blushed out, the point of his ears as red as his cheeks. I watch his face in continuous awe. “You’re perfect.” I say, almost breathlessly, the beauty of his face robbing me of my breath. I frankly don’t know when to stop.

I clear my throat, adding onto what I said, feeling it sounded awkward alone. “Who wouldn’t want to kiss you.” I say so quietly in an awkward chuckle it’s almost a mumble, as if it were strictly for my own ears, but the raise of his eyebrows and deep exhale from his mouth shows he certainly heard me.

It’s quiet.

I merely let the time pass, sitting in this agonizing silence.

“I think I am sure of it.” He says randomly, making my eyebrows thread in thought, unsure what he’s referring to.

“I’m sure I’ve fancied someone now.” He continues, and now I understand.

“Ooo, let’s get you a cake.” I smile, teasing him. He smiles a scoff, shaking his head.

It goes silent as we both gather our thoughts.

“I meant it, you know.” I let out, feeling as though it’s time he about knew my thoughts. Possibly if all goes wrong in this conversation we could just forget about it. Maybe I’ll say I’ve been sneaking a few swigs of a flask the past few hours.

“Good, some cake sounds nice.” He jokes, thinking I was too. He’s unaware of what part I was referring to.

I giggle once with my throat, shaking my head. “No, Ominis.” My smile is clearly in my tone, not leaving my face either. I straighten my back out and continue messing with the hem of his pants.

“I meant it.”

The silence is there, but doesn’t last long enough to make it awkward. He was simply in thought.

“Care to specify?” He says almost hesitantly, as if he knew exactly what I was rambling on about, just wanted to hear it from me for clarification.

“Hm.” I scoff with a smile. “I really, truly think you’re beautiful-“

“Beautiful, was it?” He budges in, causing me to snort, the same smile on my face, just broadening.

“Perfect.” I correct, gazing up into his gorgeous pale eyes.

His teaseful smile fades, but not sadly.

“Truly perfect.” I add on slightly breathless, admiring his face yet again. I really can’t get enough.

He avoids my direction, looking down and to the side, seeming as though he’s fighting away swarming thoughts and attempting to slow his heart rate or breathing.

“And I really do want to kiss you,” I finish, quitting moving my fingers along his pant hem.

I rest them there for a moment, weakening my grip along his pants which causes my hand to fall and graze just above his ankle. My hand is softly rested around his leg as if holding it, but not in the weird way you’d imagine.

My other hand grasps his sock gently, no tight grips enlisted. Just soft, subtly and friendly touches. Friendly?? Maybe.

I scoot myself more toward his leg, the side of his foot stopping me from being able to scoot anymore into him, the both of my legs still around each side of his right one.

His head softly turns toward me at the skin to skin contact of one of my hands just above his sock. He looks worried yet not at all. A kind of nervous and innocence over his face.

“Say something.” I whisper in an almost plead, the unbearing silence making it harder to sit in.

“I’m trying.” He responds lowly, the cat still ahold of his tongue.

I make a noise, almost a sort of whimper, as I drop my hands away from his ankle. I lean forward toward him a bit, slowly and very hesitantly bringing my hand up to his head. I brush a singular dangling hair from in front of his face, him lifting his head up a bit more toward the touch.

My eyes struggle between watching his eyes or his lips, or, frankly any and all of his features, driving me to lean my face in more. My fingers completely brush past his hair, but my hand continues slowly to the side of his head the closer I lean in.

“But I’ve never-“ he begins to slightly panic, stammering in a small whisper.

“Me neither.” I cut him off in a shared whisper, now close enough to feel his breath beginning to meet and graze across my mouth.

“I thought-“ he starts, and I bring my hand over his, softly guiding it up to my face so he knows where I am. I interrupt him again. I interrupt him with a hard press of my lips against his, which he doesn’t wait long to return. I slip my hand off of his, him keeping his on my cheek, his fingers parted between my ear.

The kiss was slow and short at first, us both slightly backing away to catch our breath. Our foreheads still touch, and his hand is slowly making its way to the back of my head. My hand is now rested on the back side of his neck.

Though before either of us got the chance to speak up or breathe enough to refill our lungs completely, he quickly leans into my face and kisses me this time, it being harder and more passionate than before.

I make a noise, a muffled hum, into this kiss due to the unexpected aggression, instantly kissing him back. My lips curl into a smile as his are still pressed against mine, us deepening the kiss a tad.

I giggle, it then causing us to break apart. My heart is beating at the speed of light, my cheeks rather burned up. Giggles bubble in my chest, my attempt to controlling them being unsuccessful.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, but not seriously. His lips attempts to hide back his smile, but he can’t fight that either.

“Nothing, I’m just happy.” I giggle again, then bringing both my hands to cup his face and kiss his nose.

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aanoia · 8 months

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Would you be interested in doing “Broken one” by raelyn with James? Just like a readers who’s home life isn’t awful she has her mom and her mom is amazing. But when it comes to love she just doesn’t have a good foundational understanding unlike James potter who grew up amazing

obviously I loved this request so much and I hope I did it justice. It actually really hit close to home with me, so I'm really glad I got to write about it.

Broken One

James Potter x reader words; 1,626 song; Broken One by RaeLynn warnings; divorce (if you need to talk, reach out. this is something I know personally so I'd love to be someone you can trust about it.) the disrespect this world has for never letting me know about this song until now smh if you have a song request, or a normal request (bc i definitely get those out in a timely manner) just use my inbox. I love doing requests :) this one might be a little confusing to read, lmk if it is haha

We grew up so differently

You had one house, one backyard, one Christmas tree

The difference was obvious between the two of us. Maybe only I saw it, maybe the entire world did. All I knew was I came from a broken home of divorce, my dad was a cheating drunk and my mom, although amazing, was mostly emotionally unavailable. James on the other hand, had parents who loved each other unconditionally, they rarely fought and acted like teenagers in love.

You didn't split your time, didn't wonder why, like me

“This came from your mother.” My dad said, walking into the kitchen and handing a letter to me.

“Thanks, dad.” He nodded briefly, giving me a tight lipped smile.

“Do you want anything to eat?” He asked. “I can make eggs.”

I smiled teasingly, “You gonna burn them again?” Dad took a swig of his beer and laughed.

“I’ll try not to.”

I smiled and carefully opened the letter. It was from James, so I assumed he forgot it was my dads week and sent his owl to my moms. I smiled as I read the letter, he’s such a sweetheart.

When I met your mom and I met your dad

Damn, it's cool to see that love can last

I watched with a smile as James’ parents danced together in the kitchen, completely forgetting the dinner they were making for us.

“Are you alright, love?” James asked quietly, not wanting to bother his parents.

I nodded, “I’ve just never seen something like that before.”

James pressed a soft kiss to my lips, “Soon that will be you and I, yeah?”

I smiled against his lips, “Yes.”

'Cause I never knew 'til I was loved like that by you

“Ohhh, Y/n! I’m in love with youUuUUuuUUUuuuuuUU!” James sang loudly in the common as I died with laughter.

Sirius joined as his backup vocals and air guitar and Remus rolled his eyes.

“Will you dimwits shut up, please? I’m getting a migraine.” He asked and James just sang louder, his vocal chords straining.

You could've seen too much work

All the missing pieces

Someone who's gonna leave

'Cause I come from leaving

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“No.” James said, crossing his arms.

I furrowed my brows, “No?”

He nodded and shrugged, “No. You don’t get to finish your sentence because I don’t think I’m gonna like the ending.”

“But Jame-”

He booped my nose and I pulled my face back in surprise, “No. And it’s Jamie to you, missy.”

Could've seen my past

Took a look at my baggage

And packed yours up and run

“You can cry, you know?” James said softly, sitting beside me on the porch of my moms house.

Tears filled my eyes at his words, “I should’ve had you meet them separately. I’m such an idiot.” I whispered, my voice cracking.

James pulled me into his side, “You’re not an idiot. They're the only idiots here. This was important for you, they should’ve been able to put aside their differences for you.”

But you saw a home in a girl from a broken one

“I want this one.” James said and I side eyed him.

“James, I love you. But this one sucks.”

James scoffed as our real estate agent (do they even have those?) laughed.

“That’s all right. I have one more for you two.”

“It’s perfect.” James and I said in sync.

She has my eyes and has your nose

I let out a wet laugh as my baby girl was handed to me. I gently pet her head, a few tears falling down my face.

“I think that was more painful for James than it was for you.” James’ mom said and I laughed as he grabbed my hand, ignoring the teasing.

“I’m at a loss for words.” James whispered honestly and I smiled at him as he stared at our daughter.

“Hold her.” I whispered back and he shook his head.

“I’ll hurt her.” He worried.

“You won’t, my love. Hold our little girl.” I said, carefully lifting her into his arms. He held her carefully, as if she was a fragile flower.

But thank God she never has to know

What it's like to grow up picking sides

“This is a recipe for disaster.” I muttered as James bundled up our daughter in her snow coat.

“No, it’s not. Relax a bit, Y/n/n.” Sirius responded and I glared at him.

“Don’t kill my kid or I’ll do worse than kill you.”

He grinned, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“She’s ready!” James proclaimed proudly and the two ran out the door.

I hesitantly followed behind them and watched as they swung her over a large pile of untouched snow. A small smile graced my lips as her laughter filled the air, before it was silenced as she fell into the snow. Instead of it catching her she just went right through. She began laughing again under all the snow and James hurried to get her out while Sirius was howling with laughter. Even a few laughs left my lips.

You could've seen too much work

All the missing pieces

Someone who's gonna leave

'Cause I come from leaving

“Shh, you’re okay, my love.” James whispered into my hair as I cried softly, clutching tightly onto his shirt. “Hey, beautiful, look at me.” He lifted my chin and I struggled not to bury my face in the crook of his neck again. “Hey, we are not your parents, all right? Not your parents.”

Could've seen my past

Took a look at my baggage

And packed yours up and run

I held tightly onto my son's hand as we weaved through the train station, trying to get to platform 9 ¾.

“Are you ready for this, Jean?” James asked our daughter who nodded nervously.

“I think.”

“Well, I know.” I chimed in and she smiled.

“Yeah. I am ready.” She corrected herself.

“First year of Hogwarts, and then in two years it’ll be you Harry.” I said, squeezing my sons hand as he smiled up at me.

“Ah, here we are.”

“Uh, dad, this is a wall.” Jean deadpanned and I laughed.

“Not just any wall, smartas-” I glared at James and he cleared his throat. “Alec. You walk through it to get to platform 9 ¾.”

“Huh?”

“Come on. Together.” I said and grabbed onto Jean’s free hand. The four of us as a group walked through the wall and were greeted with the familiar horn of the train. Jean went rigid and I looked down worriedly. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“I’m scared, mama.”

“No need to be scared!” A voice said from behind us and we turned around.

“Yeah! We can be best friends!” Two identical ginger boys said with large smiles.

Jean smiled, “Okay! I’m Jean Potter.”

“I’m Fred.”

“And I’m George. Or am I Fred?”

“Am I George?”

“What?” James said and I laughed.

But you saw a home in a girl from a broken one

“Ugh, Sirius is a dick.” James said as he walked into our room.

“Then why are you forcing me to let him live with us?” I asked with a teasing smile, setting my book down.

“Because I love him.” James laid his head in my lap. “But I love you more.”

Yeah, my raising wasn't perfect

But the girl you saw was worth it

“I feel so old.” I said, sitting down at the kitchen counter after dropping off Jean and Harry, Jean entering her fourth year of Hogwarts and Harry his second.

“You are, my love.” James said, kissing my cheek and grabbing some milk.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

You could've seen too much work

All the missing pieces

Someone who's gonna leave

'Cause I come from leaving

“Just go, goddamnit! Leave!” I yelled at my parents who were arguing over who got to see this kids for Christmas. “I mean, for fucks sake, get out of my house!”

“Y/n, that is no way to speak to you pa-”

“I think it’s time for you two to leave.” James said calmly after taking the kids to their rooms, walking over to the door and opening. I breathed heavily, my bottom lip trembling as they walked out angrily.

Once the door closed my shoulders deflated and I sighed in defeat. James silently brought me into a tight hug, quietly telling me he was there and everything was going to be okay.

Could've seen my past

Took a look at my baggage

And packed yours up and run

But you saw a home in a girl from a broken one

“Oh, you old bag. Shut your face.” I croaked from beside James’ hospital bed.

“You be quiet, you wrinkly tomato.” He retorted.

“Kick the bucket all ready.”

“Mom!” Jean scolded, holding her toddler in her arms.

“What? It’s gonna happen soon for both of us.” I reasoned and James laughed.

“You age like fine wine.” He complimented.

“You age like a banana.” I gently kissed his cheek. “I’m gonna miss you, but if I have to spend another minute in this hospital because you’re too stubborn to die I will kill you.”

He smiled and motioned me closer. I obliged and he kissed me like we were young. Passionate and loving. His monitor flatlined mid kiss and his grip on my hand lessened. I smiled sadly as a single tear fell from my eyes and landed on his cheek.

“It was his time.” I whispered. Two days later I laid in the same bed and took my last breath, the only thing on my mind was seeing James again.

Yeah, you saw home sweet home

In a girl from a broken one

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duckiemimi · 7 months

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Will you talk more about virgin Satoru? I feel like this concept is becoming quite popular among the fandom and i think it makes sense. will you share more?

also did Sukuna in latest chapter imply something or just that he couldn't connect with anyone? it's kind of similar with Satoru except he connected with Suguru but they never slept together smh

really?? this is surprising to me considering we’ve gone years with ppl characterizing him as a womanizer! baby steps!

realistically speaking (well, as realistically as it gets considering any opinion about characters’ sexual lives in jjk is mostly headcanon territory), there’s a big chance that he is a virgin. but there’s a big chance he isn’t either.

all we really know in canon is that he eats sweets to stimulate his brain, and that’s really the only cemented and stated fact we know about him with any proximity to sex (yk, bc “stimulation”). we also know he loves a good fight and can tend to almost lose sight of the point of the battle because of it. he’s also a non-drinker. i assume it’s because alcohol more so serves as a depressant than a stimulant (perhaps that wouldn’t bode well with the cycling of reverse cursed energy in his brain).

so far, we can infer that gojo likes certain stimulations. taking these things into consideration, we can either further infer that a.) he only looks for stimulation from sweets and battle-adrenaline, or b.) he looks for stimulation everywhere, he wants to feel. the first inference would imply that yes, he could be a virgin. the second: no, he is not. gege has also mentioned that whenever he wears his sunglasses out, he could be meeting girls. (edit: this was a mistranslation; this is what gege meant.) whether or not that leads to sex, we’d never know…

he could either have a typical guy-in-his-late-20s-who-has-no-time-for-himself sex life (which isn’t a big roster to boast about, not that gojo would really care about boasting purposefully), or he could actually be a virgin (implying, none of his dates ever went that well). i don’t think he has any particular interest in other (living) people, at least romantically or sexually. like you said, the only person he’s ever really connected with is geto. (have they slept together? i don’t know, maybe. those are some long 10 years, but again, there are no cemented or stated facts. in my opinion? they have mindblowing sad sex every now and then and it leaves gojo hollow. hehe.)

but then again, would gojo need connection to have sex? or would he be fine with a simple hook up/one night stand? after all, it is just stimulation—unless he puts meaning to it. and while i do talk about his metaphorical infinity a lot and how he unknowingly pushes people away because of it, is sex off-limits because of it? or is that metaphorical infinity just an internal shield for his feelings only? for the unaddressed emotions he’s locked in a box in the back of his brain?

in my opinion? he could definitely be a virgin! if he does see meaning in sex, then the only person he would’ve done it with is geto, but alas, they’ve either never had sex before or we don’t have any on-screen proof (yet…hehe). i’m leaning more towards gojo having the very, very rare night with a stranger. he brushes it off his shoulder the next morning and goes back to work.

as for sukuna??? i honestly think he grew up an unwanted child until someone showed him care and love, then they betrayed him and he became cold all over. (sound familiar? well, except the gojo clan wanted and expected gojo, and gojo became warmer because of geto.) i think sukuna got his hopes up and opened his heart up to someone who tore it into pieces and as a result, he’s spent hundreds of years working to prove that he was never that weak and vulnerable and that love is a fantasy concept. the typical thing you see with some men in real life. what’s new?

#jjk #gojo #gojo satoru #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jjk 238 #jjk leaks #jjk spoilers #asks

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a-cloud-for-dreams · 6 months

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Ok so I've mentioned this a bunch of times on my blog by now but I've been trying to speedrun all of the Choices books and I'm so glad I am because there are some underrated gems out there! I'm almost done with TC&TF Book 1 and that book had a ton of love interests so I was inspired to make a top ten list to organize my thoughts. This post will be under development as I play more books or change my mind lol

Top Ten Books/Series

Bloodbound Series - This book is literally one of the best series PB has ever put out. To be fair, it should be under Blades and TC&TF, I would argue that these three books deserve top place. But it would be harder to combine my Bloodbound explanation with the other two fantasy books so here you go. Contrary to most, I did like the first book, wasn't my favorite, but it was a good intro to the series. I like that the world slowly grew as we learned more about vampires and it felt complete and like it had something to say. Thank @gaiuskamilah for my further obsession with the series lol

Blades of Light and Shadow Book 1/The Crown and the Flame Book 1 - I couldn't choose but they're both AMAZING BOOKS ugh I can't say enough good things about them. The choices actually matter and the plot was so good. Every chapter had a purpose and the conclusion felt so satisfying. The scoring system and skills for both books was super cool, we need more books like them <33

Crimes of Passion Series - Definitely a Top Tier MC!!! I liked the mystery (Book 2's reveal wasn't great but the chaotic Thorne siblings make up for it) and Trystan is the best single LI we've had in a while, their dynamic with Rose was *chef's kiss*

Perfect Match Series - I LOVED this series and our friend group/love interests so much. They all felt like unique people with their own experiences and the plot was so amazingly intense. The finale of Book 1 was UNMATCHED we won't ever live to experience something that iconic ever again smh. It took a while for the plot to kick in, which is why it's lower on the list

The Elementalists - I'm a sucker for elemental magic systems/magic schools, and I love our friend group/family so much. Atlas is the coolest twin, and the whole sun/moon dynamic was fun! Being a powerful Sun-Att boosted my ego astronomically. I wish we got another book to see our mom more though

It Lives in the Woods - I like that the premise was relatively simple, along with the game mechanics. Your actions had real consequences and it was more immersive. The flash-forward in the last chapter was super sweet too and I like that the anthology was interconnected. This series also gave us an amazing friend group and set of LIs so I'm thankful <3

Open Heart Book 1 - Simply iconic, grounded in reality, and actually put together imao. It was one of the peaks of our fandom. This book is super nostalgic for me because I'm interested in the medical field, and it's the whole reason I'm posting Choices content here in the first place

Ride or Die - I adore this book. It felt complete on its own EVEN IF IT DESERVED A SEQUEL *side-eyeing PB* and it's a great coming-of-age story with a realistic teen MC. The ending was bittersweet and you felt changed by the experience playing the book

Nightbound - I liked the vibes and the idea more than the execution if that makes sense? I love the idea of Lamrian and how the MC is half-fae and super powerful, but the book didn't have enough time to showcase the supernatural world compared to Bloodbound, which focused on vampire lore. I can probably make a whole separate post on this but yea

The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir - I think, again, I like the vibes of the series more than the flawed execution, but because it went on for so long I kinda of got attached to the characters (mind you I didn't play or finish any of the books) but it's super fluffy and sweet and iconic for Choices history so here <3 a lot of the books like ROE, TRM, and TC&TF are interconnected so it's part of the foundation for the PB Choices Multiverse :) to be fair, it looks like they did a somewhat decent job writing the conflicts for each book?

I have a feeling when I finish Endless Summer, this list is gonna change...

EDIT: I totally forgot about The Heist: Monaco, but it was amazing! TRR/TH should be bumped down to honorable mention, I'll change it at some point-

Honorable Mentions

A Courtesan of Rome - The book took awhile for me to get through but my MC is legendary and carried the book so it's up here lol. I also liked that it felt like a historically accurate book?

Platinum - Cool commentary on the darker sides of fame and the music >>>

Veil of Secrets - The plot was interesting, one of my fave mystery books they've written! Also the characters >>>

Mother of the Year - Wholesome and felt finished, def one of the best single books. Also the antagonists were properly despicable so...good writing

Wake the Dead - It wasn't perfect, but I love zombie apocalypse stories and the idea of rebuilding our camp was so cool so idc how flawed it is <3

Foreign Affairs - The ending was rushed and the premise should have been rewritten but more on that on a later date. It was still fun for me to play

Desire and Decorum - I finished book 1 and I really liked it! it's basically the Choices version of Bridgerton, not historically accurate but super entertaining. The vibes and the LIs were amazing

Kindred - Pacing issues but still entertaining, I love the witch lore that they had in the book and the focus on building both platonic and romantic relationships so I'm not complaining

Top Ten Love Interests In No Particular Order

Trystan Thorne

Bryce Lahela

Kamilah Sayeed

Damien Nazario

Kaine Bell

Raleigh Carrera

Aerin Valleros

Jax Matsuo

Colt Kaneko

F!Hayden Young

Honorable Mentions (Again, No Particular Order)

Drake Walker (listen LISTEN I don't like that he sidelined other LIs, and I absolutely HATE how his character was a total contradiction, it was executed poorly, but I like the idea of his route if that makes sense. Some of the banter was cute and I love the whole grumpy x sunshine trope. I'm pretty sure he took a bullet for me lol)

Raydan Lykel (Solely because I haven't finished the series yet)

Mal Volari (He would have been in Top Ten but I had to bump him down because his Book 2 Route isn't working)

Tyril Starfury

Nia Ellarious

Prince Hamid

Tatum Mendoza

All of the Nightbound Love Interests are amazing I just couldn't fit them on the list

Gaius Augustine

Alana Kusuma

Rainier (Kindred)

Thomas Mendez

Flynn O'Malley

Olivia Nevrakis (she had so much potential omg)

Robin Flores and Sofia Russo (in my world, they're LIs just shush)

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That Cynari poly idea with a reader who is great in acting is just so good, and I could totally see the reader growing even more famous in the art world because of their performances and their skill with the crafts!

Imagine them finally following Nilou’s advice and deciding it’s time for a new relationship, or even some time alone to really be who they want to be. Imagine them going to help Yun Jin in Liyue for one if her performances, and in the way, they start getting close to a person from there! (It could be Zhongli because of his like for opera and performances, or even Ningguang!)

It would be even more funny to see reader getting in a relationship with Nilou lmao, after all, she was the one who truly was for them every time, and she also is the one who understood their passion for the arts :)

We just love to see reader grow after going through some angst 💕

Okay so this is gonna start with yet another argument with Tighnari and Cyno (smh you two all you do is pick on poor reader!). Gender neutral reader. It's a happy ending if you like Kazuha, but a sad one if you like Tighnari in particular.

"Every time you ask us that question, we always say no." Tighnari huffs in response to you asking if Cyno and Tighnari wanted to come along to watch a performance. "You're so persistent, even after we make it clear that we aren't interested."

"I just thought it'd be nice for you guys to watch a performance." You pout, crossing your arms.

"Well, it wouldn't be. You know I can't deal with loud sounds, and both of our work is too timely to have the spare time to come along." Tighnari fires back. You feel the imminent shouting session Tighnari was about to start, and out of instinct you run.

"Oh and there you go, running off an inevitably going to crawl back and give a pathetic apology for not listening, only to do this again!" Tighnari rambles off, Cyno silently standing with him and watching you run off.

"_, wait!" You hear Nilou calling out. You stop, Nilou taking a breather before she begins to speak again. "I'm sorry, I should have asked you if they were okay with watching the arts before encouraging you to ask them again." She admits, before she thinks to herself. "...Hold on, do they support you at all with your dancing?"

"Not really, but I don't really tell them about it unless it's asking them if they want to watch a performance." You admit. "I know they're really busy, and maybe they're right. Maybe I should just give up on my dreams, and start to look for a real job."

"No, please don't do that." Nilou stops you. "You are a phenomenal dancer, not to mention your propwork is immaculate. If your boyfriends do not accept your passion, then forget them!" She huffs.

"But I love them! I can't just move on like that." You protest.

"They don't accept that you have lots of potential as a dancer, and that is their loss. It will be hard, but I will be here to help you get through this." Nilou states. "You enjoy dancing, I know it, and your props also allow you some extra finance."

You nod, wiping your tears before nodding.

Your first dance after the last argument you would have with Tighnari, you couldn't dance normally. Usually optimistic and full of energy in your moves, you become slow and weighted with your movements. Graceful in a sorrowful way, you decide against going to grab the prop you had ready, letting your limbs do the work. You feel like the music has stopped, but you keep going, your mind creating a sad melody that you would dance to. Your eyes close shut, you fully becoming immersed with the impending sense of sorrow as you feel your dance beginning to come to it's end. Your last step fumbles at the end, but your arms recover, you on the ground as you slowly open your eyes.

A few seconds pass, and you hear someone start to applaud, everyone else joining in. Looking up, you see Nilou waving at you, mouthing at you to talk to her.

When you go along, she gives you a suggestion. Not one on your dance that you just monumentally changed, but on how to be happier. She suggests that you go to Liyue and find a woman that goes by the name of Yunjin.

"I think you need to be away from Sumeru, at least until you can stop thinking about them." She explains. "I look forward to seeing you again." She smiles, you nodding before you decide to head off towards Liyue.

"Excuse me sir." You call out to a man enjoying a cup of tea, hoping you weren't interrupting him. "I am looking for a Miss Yunjin, do you know where I can find her?"

"I do, actually." The man responds. "I was just about to head off for a performance of hers. Would you care to come along?"

"I would love that, thank you sir." You smile, following the man when he stands up, walking towards the location where Yunjin was.

You watch on in awe, taking in the beauty that was her performance. She was truly captivating, and you almost completely forget about needing to meet her and ask her about something before the man across from you nudges you, saying that now was the chance.

"Excuse me, Mis Yunjin?" You call out, the woman turning in surprise. "Sorry, haha. I'm from Sumeru, and Nilou has told me to look for you. I don't know if you would be looking to help me with my performances, however I also do my own prop work."

Yunjin laughs lightly, shaking her head out of disbelief.

"Ahh, yes. Nilou has told me all about you. Quite the story, I'm sure I could write a script on it." She teases lightly. "Accompany me, and I shall help you in finding yourself." She states.

You didn't actually see that man after the interaction at all, which did make you feel sad. You did hope you could thank him somehow, perhaps pay for his meal or give him a carving.

Yunjin turns out to be the discipline you need to solidify your dance. Your movements always remained heavy, however Yunjin taught you how to make even the heaviest of steps graceful and flawless to the blind eye. She also shows you how you can incorporate your props into your dance in various ways, her complimenting your handiwork in the process, and after she believes you are recovered from the last argument you had with your boyfriends, she tells you that she would like to have one performance where it's just you.

There is the man that showed you where Yunjin was. There is a shorter man across from him, in Inazuman attire, and hes also there to enjoy the show.

The performance seems to go much better than you anticipated, your dance showing your process of recovering from the heartbreak of 'a' lover who chastised you repeatedly for a passion that was immature according to them. The performance ends, and you hear two sets of feet approaching you.

"Your footwork is quite exquisite." The taller man states. "And those arms carry the burden of a lover scorned."

"Thank you, sir. Oh, and I must also thank you for showing me where miss Yunjin was." You smile.

"What are your plans now that your training is complete?" The man asks.

"Well, I have Sumeru I can return to. I had to leave from a previous relationship, however I feel that I can continue my craft back in my home nation." You respond.

"Would you mind if I accompany you?" The shorter man asks. "I have always wanted to see Sumeru for myself, and I'm sure you could show me some special spots most could only dream of."

You nod, introducing yourself. The man introduces himself as Kazuha, a mere wanderer.

The walk to Sumeru was surprisingly nice, the man with you having a lovely conversation with you. You find out he enjoys exploring, not intending on settling soon, and he tells you of all these places he had been. He doesn't bring up Inazuma, and you decide against asking him. Chances are, he had an awful time in Inazuma and you'd rather not sour this mood.

He finds out, after he promises not to judge you, that you had two lovers who never truly supported your dance career. It was the very reason you left Sumeru, and there was a small part of you that felt worried. Kazuha reassures you that he was going to be there with you when you return to your usual place, and you smile and nod in acknowledgement.

The moment Nilou spots you, she gasps before she runs up to you, asking how you were. You say you're doing much better, and you were now thankfully no longer so stuck in the past.

She looks at Kazuha, hiding her smirk before introducing herself. Kazuha introduces himself, and Nilou invites him to stay for a performance before heading off for his next destination. Of course, she drags you along explaining she was looking forward to seeing you dance.

"I think he likes you, _." Nilou teases.

"Oh please. He's a free soul, I wouldn't be able to date him."

"Whatever you say." She giggles, looking over at Kazuha before freezing.

Tighnari is there.

"Tighnaris here, do you still want to perform?" Nilou asks, clearly worried you were going to get worse again.

"Yes." You definitively state, a determined look in your eye.

A performance later, and you walk over to Kazuha, Tighnari conveniently behind him. You don't see How Tighnaris tail stills when he realises you weren't walking to him, but another man. Here he was, hoping to apologise for being so mean and tell you that you were great.

"You did well." Kazuha states, you smiling and thanking him. You look behind Kazuha, seeing Tighnari waiting for you to talk to him, and you tell Kazuha you'll be ready to show him around Sumeru after you finish old business.

"_, I've missed you so much." Tighnari begins. "I decided to come along when I saw you were back, and I figured I may as well watch one of those performances. I realise now that you are very good at this, and-"

"Stop, please." You hush him. "In our relationship, the only thing we did was fight. I'm sure the only reason you even came here today was because you saw me with a man that wasn't you nor Cyno."

"I can do better, please give me a chance."

"No, I'm at peace now. It's about time you adjusted to not having me in the relationship, which I'm sure won't be too difficult for you."

"Can he provide what I can? Is he smarter than me, do you find him-"

"Tighnari, stop." You growl. "He's just a friend, and he isn't even going to be staying in Sumeru for too long. I'm only here to show him some spots."

And with that, Kazuha taps your shoulder.

"I think it might be a good time for us to get some rest. Your friend gave us a room for the night." Kazuha states, his eyes going to Tighnari. "It's nice to put a face to the name."

Before Tighnari can ask Kazuha what he knows about Tighnari, Kazuha guides you along, a smug looking Nilou showing you your room.

And of course there was only one bed.

#gender neutral reader #genshin impact imagines #tighnari #kazuha #zhongli #yunjin #nilou #nilou + gender neutral reader #kazuha x reader #kazuha x gender neutral reader #tighnari x gender neutral reader x cyno

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