#those sticky notes the only thing keeping me going lol
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Not sure if you're doing top gun requests right now, but if so, here's one. Rooster with a girl who is helping penny at the bar on a super busy night and there is some rowdy group who keeps calling her over and staring at her, and eventually they go too far and try to grab her but she just knocks one of them clean out and as the guys (hangman, fanboy, etc) is taking care of them, rooster takes her away bc she was about to go crazy on them lol. He's just like "that was so hot but you don't need to go to prison tonight."
baby i am always taking top gun requests. ooooh i love this idea so freaking much, thank you for choosing me to send it too, i absolutely do love it when you guys send things!
please note that i see every request that comes in and i am getting to them one at a time! with that being said, feel free to send one in!
anway, how are we all doing today? are we staying hydrated?
warnings: drinking, violence, inappropriate groping and harassment, bar fights, established relationship with rooster!
"BITCHLESS & DICKLESS' bradley rooster bradshaw x fem!reader
It was a busy Friday night at the Hard Deck, you and Penny the only two working and barely able to keep up with the constant flow of customers coming through, it only seemed to get even more crowded and rowdy when a small group of sailors fresh off the base come through, taking up a couple of the tables near the juke box. They signal you over and you make your towards them, order pad in hand incase they order more than just beer.
"Hey guys, how can i help you?" You ask, your voice upbeat and a smile on your face. It was sticky hot outside and you knew your shirt was clinging to your skin because of it, you tried not to feel too uncomfortable with the obvious way two of the men were staring at you. "Eyes up here, fellas." You say, giving a playful angry look. You were used to being looked at, it kind of came with the job title of bartender, but that didn't mean that it didn't make you uncomfortable.
One of the men cocks a smirk at you, leaning back easily in his seat. "They'll have a round of Budweiser," He says, his eyes not leaving you once as he gestures towards his friends. "and i'll have your number, sweetness."
Before you can open your mouth to object politely, one of his buddies beats you to it. "Hey, Hanks, give some of us a chance with her damn." He chuckles flashing you a smile.
"How about none of you get a chance?" You say sweetly, laughing with his buddies. "I'll be back with the beers in a minute." You shake your head, walking back to the bar. You grab six cold beers from the ice box and start putting them on a serving tray.
"Those boys gonna be trouble?" Penny asks, maneuvering her way behind you with a few drinks of her own. You hadn't realized that she had heard the interaction.
"No, they'll be fine." You shake your head, glancing back over at the table as you pop the tops off of the bottles one by one. The one that had asked for your number, Hanks, was staring at you and talking to the rest of his friends at the same time. His gaze unsettled you, but you carried on with your job anyway. You make your way back over to them, planting your serving smile back on to your face as you start handing out their beers. "Alright fellas, let me know if there's anything else i can get you, okay?"
"That phone number is still wanted, honey." Hanks' friend says, taking a sip from his bottle. He shoots you a wink and manspreads in his chair, you perk an eyebrow at him. What was it with navy boys being so goddamn persistent?
"I'm sure it is honey," You say, your voice a little more stern on the matter this time around. "but my boyfriend sure wouldn't appreciate me giving it out to random navy boys that walk into my bar." You turn to head back towards the actual bar, where you see Penny starting struggle.
"I don't see him around, im sure what he don't know won't kill him!" Hanks voice calls after you, its almost admirable how persistent they are, it was afterall one of the more endearing qualities about your boyfriend when you first met him, although you had to say that he hadn't been nearly as uncomfortable as these boys were.
"Oh he'll be around!" You call back over your shoulder, not noticing that at that moment said boyfriend and his group of friends had walked through the front door of the bar. You didn't notice them for quite a few minuets, giving them plenty of time to get to their usual seats as you worked on the fresh wave of customers at the bar, mixing drinks and handing them out almost mechanically.
After around twenty minutes or so Bradley comes up to the bar, standing directly behind you, your back turned as you pour beer from the tap. "Here you g-Bradley!" You exclaim excitedly, nearly spilling the beer in your hands before you hand it to the man standing next to him.
"Hey baby," He says, his voice gruff and hoars, tired. He gladly accepts your kiss as you lean across the bar for it, pressing his lips against your own. He was still wearing his flight suit, and still covered in sweat, and a quick glance towards the others told you everything y ou needed to know.
"Rough day?" You look at him, eyes questioning as you get to work making their drinks. Whiskey neat for Jake, Scotch on the rocks for Bradley and Natasha and a pop for Bob, your favorite sober companion most evenings.
"You could say that," He says, a deep sigh leaving his chest as he watches you, already feeling more at ease. You didnt pry any farther, knowing he would tell you all about it in bed that night. "When are you off?"
You pout, coming around the bar with the drinks on a serving tray. "Not until nearly closing tonight," You say, walking with him towards the others. Bradley studiously takes the tray from you, ever the gentleman even on his roughest days, his arm brushing your shoulder as you walk. "Hey guys," You greet, giving Jake and Bob your usual friendly kiss on the cheek, and with a giggle you give one to Nat too when she taps hers and gives you a lopsided grin. You could tell by looks on their faces that they all needed a dose of happiness.
"Where's mine?" Bradley whines, hand on your hip possessively. You roll your eyes at him but lean up to kiss his waiting cheek anyway, adoring the small smile that tugs at the corners of his lips.
"Awe come on Rooster, you get her all the time, let the rest of us have some." Natasha says, causing you to throw your head back in a laugh, leaning farther into your boyfriend. Your laugh was infectious and the whole group lets out a chuckle, you watch their bodies relax afterwards. "Might want to keep em coming, Y/N , it's been a rough one.."
Jake looks somewhere behind you, eyebrows pinched, stare hard. "Looks like you're in need, Y/N" He says, raising his whiskey to his lips to take a sip.
You look over your shoulder, your eyes landing on the group of sailors from earlier on the other side of the bar. "Those guys again," You sigh, grabbing your tray off the table.
Bob grabs your wrist before you go, and you furrow your brow at him. "Are those guys giving you a hard time?" He asks quietly, he knew Bradley was already on edge as it was and didn't want him looking for a fight.
"Nothing i can't handle, Bobby," You say, ruffling his hair with a wink before heading off towards the group, putting some pep back in your step. "Ready for round two already, fellas?"
The night drags on quickly and slowly all at the same time, customers come and go, drinks are made and made again and carried out to tables. The two main groups being your Boyfriend and the rest of the daggers and the group of boat boys who become more rowdy as the night drags on.
Bradley is already uneasy with them as it is, catching them staring at you one too many times and asking for your number more than once, to which you studiously turn them down, looking his way as if asking for help. He knew he would step in when needed, but he also hoped that didn't need to happen, he knew Penny would talk to Mav and Mav would talk his ear off about it tomorrow on base.
Your patience had more than worn thin, and you were counting down the minuets until your shift was over, hoping that the last half an hour would pass without any issues. Your hopes were wrong though.
You were bringing the group of boat boys another round of beers and a couple of waters and were just picking up the empties and placing them on your tray when you feel it, a large, sweaty hand sliding up the back of your thigh and right up onto your ass, giving it a heavy squeeze. Your eyes widen. "You wanna lose that fucking hand?" You ask, voice gruff as you stand up straight. The entire table quiets.
"What? Fly girl over there is good enough to squeeze this thick ass but i'm not?" Natasha had playfully smacked your ass on her way to the restroom a short time ago, something the two of you had grown close enough as friends to do. It had made you laugh, but this? Oh this was an entirely different ball game.
You see red, and off in the distance you hear Bradley and Jake both yell and the sounds of chairs scraping against the floor as they all get up abruptly. Youve done it before they can even reach you though. The tray drops from your grasp, your dominant hand balling up as the sound of shattering glass reaches your ears and your fist collides with Hanks' face, right between the eyes. You feel a sickening crunch under the force of the blow and blood spurts out of his nostrils as he slumps down, you had hit him hard enough to knock him out.
"What the fuck?!?" Bradley is next to you, arm out protectively as his friends all stand from their seats, ready to brawl over what you had done, even though their pig of a friend had done worse in your opinion. "Y/N?"
"Bitchless and Dickless over there can't catch a fucking hint!" You yell lunging for his friend. Rooster's arms hold you back though before you can make contact with him, the entire bar watches you scream and kick at the sailor as your boyfriend drags you out towards the parking lot. "Fucking assholes! Squeezed my fucking ass!"
Surprisingly, Bob is the first to throw a punch. He had been watching the idiots mess with you all night long along with Rooster. And after their long ass day he was just as ready to fight as the rest of them, infact, he actually took pleasure in what he did. His fist collides squarely with Hanks' friend and Natasha drags the already semi conscious asshole across the floor after you and Bradley, Penny coming to help her.
"Jesus christ baby, you started a fucking brawl!" Bradley laughs, opening the passenger door of the bronco, shoving all of his stuff onto the floorboard as he sets you up on the seat. "That was so fucking hot," He says, hearing police sirens in the distance already. "You have no idea how bad i want to fuck you right now but i can't have you going to jail tonight, buckle in tight baby.." He says, closing your door before running around to the drivers side, the only the thought on his mind is getting you home where you're safe and in your guys' bed, preferably underneath of him.
#top gun maverick#top gun#top gun imagine#bradley bradshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw#bradley bradshaw x reader#rooster bradshaw x reader#top gun maverick imagine#miles teller
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Not enough people talked about these so I'm gonna do it myself because oh my god (commentary and headcanons below, it's just long)
Sett has a little travel-sized sewing kit in his bag... it's so tidy... sett stitching things back together when his bandmates rip them...
Sett just casually carries around like 20+ pounds of dumbbells. Mans is literally always working out. The grind never stops.
"yo Ezreal can you grab my bag for me?" "Yeah sure--what the FUCK do you have in here? This thing weighs a hundred pounds."
His little exercise headband... and is that a hair tie behind it? Sett with his hair tied back??
Sett's energy bar collection. Sett's the type of person to pack an entire backpack full of snacks for a road trip.
Ezreal has a plushie OF HIMSELF on his bag.
this guy practically collects aesthetic glasses. 3 pairs in the bag plus the circle ones he had in PARANOIA.
Sharpie (for signing autographs???) His signature on the polaroids of himself???
The photo under the lip balm looks like it might be Ezreal and Aphelios. Ezreal's the type of person to make sure he has photos with all of his friends. Ezreal hanging up his favorite polaroids in his room.
can we talk about the all-white fit in the very bottom photo omg
Aphelios has back-up headphones for his headphones.
WHO SENT THE SNACKS. WAS IT ALUNE. WAS IT SOMEONE ELSE.
The writing on the note looks like Korean but unfortunately I don't know any Korean :(
his sticky noted book... is it a journal? is it full of lyrics? who put the little smiley face sticker on the front!! does he write in it!!
I love the idea of Aphelios just pulling out a little keyboard whenever he wants to write down a tune. How well can he play the piano? Only enough to write music, or does he have songs memorized? Does he ever play for anyone?
K'SANTE'S DRAWING TABLET
he's not just in charge of putting together their fashion, he designs it himself. i'm going to scream
I am in love with those glasses. I need art of k'sante in those glasses ASAP. i will do it myself if i have to.
What is his book!! What does the W stand for!!
The way the button on his gloves matches the one on his jacket in his LoL splash art. This tiny detail is driving me insane.
Also, the cologne? The top is the same as his necklace? Does he have a specific personal cologne? So elegant...
Kayn's Pentakill guitar pick. Let me see him play the guitar I beg
The crumpled up receipts. This man goes Shopping (also see: cash, various coins). And he just has a bunch of random shit in his bag because he never bothers cleaning it out.
the open leaking bottle of hair dye. please. do you NEED that
The random jewelry... I love the idea of him either a) taking it off, shoving it in his bag, and forgetting where he put it or b) bringing backup drip with him everywhere in case he needs more
While Sett, Aphelios, and Yone all opted for headphones, Kayn's gone with good old-fashioned corded earbuds. Does he not like headphones? Is it because they mess up his hair?
Big ass box of matches and For Why? Does he smoke? Is he too cool to carry around a lighter? Does he just like setting shit on fire?
Yone keeps a little emergency travel kit. Band mom energy. He's got band-aids and a toothbrush and toothpaste At The Ready.
Bottle of lotion? Yone with a skincare routine? Yone who stays moisturized? Everybody in Heartsteel asking Yone for lotion?
Earplugs (for sleeping on long bus rides, maybe?) I want to see Yone going "I'm sick of this shit" and tuning the fuck out.
Yone is the only one with a real headphone case. Aphelios has his around his neck 24/7, but his wireless earbuds have a case. Sett's just shoving his in there with twenty pounds of dumbbells and hoping for the best.
Yone's got so many little gadgets and I don't even know what they all are. He has his laptop and (probably) his phone, plus a smartwatch, and maybe a portable charger? He's that prepared.
I can't tell what the object beside his smartwatch is (looks wooden?) If anyone knows, let me know? I'm so curious
This man's got even more stuff inside his bag. Yone doesn't leave the house without like fifteen things in case of an emergency.
good news everyone. i'm still losing my mind over them
#heartsteel#heartsteel sett#heartsteel ezreal#heartsteel aphelios#heartsteel k'sante#heartsteel kayn#heartsteel yone
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tw: Smut, scent kink, pee mention, masturbation (m), the reader wears panties but no pronouns are used.
author notes: This is what happens when I wake up and first thing I see is @boyardee-znuts asking for desperate 'Tsumu. I just upped the ante LOL. Hope to go back to normal writings after I finish my exams.
‘Fuck you and your cookie game’ Atsumu thinks while his right hand desperately strokes his hard cock a pair of your used panties adding a new texture to this pitiful experience.
How does he know he looks pitiful? Well, the expression on your face while you look at him leaves no room for doubts.
If you just accepted to help him out now he wouldn’t look like a loser, he wouldn’t have to dig in your dirty laundry to find two panties, like one of those sick perverts, he wouldn’t have ended up looking like this.
The blonde tried at first to look irresistible, he wanted to lure you into joining him after all, you would have fallen for his charming way in…5 minutes? Atsumu did his calculations.
So sad he is so bad at math.
Not only you didn’t even glance at him, but his mind also numbed just after sniffing the scent in your panties. He soon licked the cotton of your panties where he could slightly taste your essence and something more…sour? Is this piss? And why is it turning him on so much?
Atsumu’s head stops thinking, letting this whirlwind of degeneracy engulf him; if doing 10 makes you go to hell then why not do 1000?
He frees his cock from his shorts, not even bothering to pull them off completely, to stroke his aching cock with another pair of your used panties, his hands try to match the rhythm of his tongue, hot muscle still licking up and down the wet cotton, in the desperate search of your flavor that always send a tickle down his spine and make his hips snap up. If only you were really sitting on his face right now, thighs trembling while his fingers leave indents in them, Atsumu is sure that he’d be able to make you mewl with pleasure.
Atsumu pushes his pinkish sweatshirt in his mouth, teeth keeping it up as if his life depended on it. Maybe if he shows his abs, now covered in a thin layer of sweat your willpower will crumble. He opens his eyes, his lashes a bit sticky from newly formed tears, and what he sees?
You are looking at him. Too bad that the disinterest is dripping from your face.
That’s how he finds himself at the starting point, a too-loud moan escaping his throat, reddish lips hanging open, sweatshirt now crumpled and wet sticking on his chest, some of his blonde curls stick on his forehead, but Atsumu doesn’t move them away, hands too busy either stroking his cock or touching his hard nipples.
“You look like a real whore ‘Tsumu.”
“Ah-“ You finally step closer to him, but still out of reach. “Please h-help me” His doe-eyes shining for all the tears spilling on his reddened cheeks, he sits lower on his armchair so he can get his hips near you, each thrust more desperate, his dick twitching begging for your attention.
“I never took you for the begging type.” Your voice is so cold and disinterested, your disappointment only excites him more.
“Please, please-“ A louder moan reverberates in his living room, the music from your game dulled long ago.
“You are really a pathetic guy.” You reply, your feet pushing against his hard-on, making your boyfriend groan in pleasure. “Really, really pathetic” you slowly say, never leaving your position, keeping him afar.
“Y-Yes I am! I’m just r-really disgusting boy.” He bucks his hip on your feet, the rhythm is random and you can sense his orgasm approaching.
So you just step on it harder, your heel pushing hard at the base of his cock.
Seems like it was the right decision, Atsumu’s eyes roll back, and his tongue lolls out staining his face even more with drool. His dick twitches one last time, cum stains both his abdomen and his sweatshirt, his red tip still covered in little globes of cum.
“Are you fine dear?” You finally get closer to him, you remove your feet and pat his head, brushing away the blonde curls to look at him better.
“Do you need something? Water? A warm bath?” Your voice is warm and soothing this time, helping him come back to Earth after the intense orgasm.
He looks at you, eyes still a bit misty, and gulps before talking “Can we cuddle?” His voice is broken and rough. You smile, your hands softly caressing his chin “Yes, dear, let me pick a napkin before.”
You clean him up the best you can before joining him on the armchair, that cracks from the new added weight.
A few minutes of silence go by, some sweet kisses exchanged but nothing more, his breath and heartbeat still.
“You don’t think I’m pathetic, right?” Atsumu looks at you, a smirk gracing his face.
…
“Hey, hey, (Y/n) answer me- where are you going, hey!”
Some things are better left unanswered.
#haikyuu imagines#hq imagines#haikyuu smut#hq smut#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#atsumu miya x raeder#haikyuu x you#hq x you#what a come back to the fandom right? Right????#I swear I'll go back to normal
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drabbling about lookism characters’ love languages
pov: lookism characters love languages
character(s) included: multiple; Daniel Park, Zack Lee, Warren Chae, Euntae Lee/Vasco, Hudson Ahn, Jace Park, Jake Kim, Sinu Han, Jay Hong, Eli Jang, Kwak Brothers, Johan Seong, Gun Park, Samuel Seo, Goo Kim, Cheon Taejin, Yujin Yoo, Baek Hangyeol, Diego Kang/DG
cw: my opinion, purposely repeated a bunch of characters, it gets pretty damn suggestive on the portion for physical touch— lots of hints of physical intimacy, long descriptions cuz i had a lot to say lol, it starts to get a little messy and pretty bad at the end, sorryy 😭😭 If you’re reading on a phone, like me, you’ll be seeing 19 lines per description (idk what it looks like for other devices)
unwrapped on: Thursday Evening, August 24 2023
wrapped up on: Thursday Evening, August 31 2023
published on: Thursday Night, August 31 2023 (at around 11 PM)
Words of Affirmation
Doesn’t matter what time of day it is, this man will be reassuring you 24/7. He sends the sweetest text messages out of nowhere just to be sure you’re doing good and remember how much you matter to him. Is constantly reminding you over and over again of how precious you are, whether you’re on facetime, voice call, or with one another. Has never missed a day of encouraging you to keep going in any situation you might’ve gotten into. You are constantly smothered with such sweet compliments & phrases whenever you’re with him. Writes extremely long and thoughtful letters to you, whether he’s just giving you an unexpected letter, or it comes with a gift he gave. He doesn’t repeat his words and phrases neither, they’re always unique and different every time, yet they’re always GENUINE. He knows his way around words & being a romantic yet sappy sweetheart, so expect to receive the cutest compliments and affirmations. He always lights up all of your worries and gets rid of any doubt you have in situations. He isn’t afraid to shower you with words in anywhere public either, it doesn’t matter where you are with this man, he will always be reassuring you with sweet words.
Vasco, Jake Kim, Hudson Ahn (i know he doesn’t really seem to be the type to do this but I feel like he’s always being told those type of words n stuff sooo), Daniel Park (Is trying his best), Kwak Jichang, Sinu Han, Jace Park, Warren Chae, Baek Hangyeol
Acts of Service
Loves doing things for you, he likes the thought that you’d have one less problem with him around.— He doesn’t even have to be there, you’d randomly find sticky notes in your favorite color on your fridge and counters, with the wonky writing you can easily recognize as his. They’re reminders of things you mentioned to him that you were afraid you might forget about, and things you told him you needed to do. Often times, it would just have some phrase like “Your welcome! <3” or “I was here fyi and I did some things for youu -their name <3” Also helps you with chores a lot even though you’ve told him he doesn’t need to. On some days, when he knows you’re stressed/tired, he brings you breakfast in bed, or sometimes brunch. Even if he’s not a good cook, or even if he is, he loves to try and cook u a meal. He’s not the best with words so he makes up for it with his little GESTURES. Definitely a believer that actions speak louder than words, and he can and will prove it to you without you even noticing it. Will always hold the door open just for you before he enters, gives you his jacket/coat whenever you feel cold, lets you wear his shoes whenever he can tell yours are starting to hurt from walking in heels.
Daniel Park, Vasco, Jace Park, Warren Chae, Eli Jang, Hudson Ahn, Zack Lee, Kwak Brothers, Yujin Yoo (he’d prolly get some1 else to do it ngl), Jake Kim, Sinu Han, Jay Hong, Johan Seong (i feel thats the only way he can show his affection)
- Would do part of it if he really wanted to: (prolly like coat giving at the very least) Gun Park, Goo Kim, Cheon Taejin, Yujin Yoo, Baek Hangyeol, Diego Kang/DG
Gift Giving
Physically can’t show his love using words or gestures. This guy is no sweetheart with words nor is he a romantic when it comes to being in a somewhat committed relationship. Which is why— he does try to make up for it by buying presents to surprise you with. Specifically purchases objects that immediately reminded him of you when he first saw it. Isn’t used to showing the kind of affection that involves stepping out of their comfort zone. He js can’t get used to showing his love in any other way, yet this man still tries to bring something other than money spending to your guys’ relationship. Always has a new gift for you every time you two meet, mostly clothes and accessories— because he knows you love those. Knows it himself he’s gotta try showing his love in different ways, but he knows you’re fine and love him the way he is, so he doesn’t think much about it. Surprisingly likes going on shopping sprees with you— Normally, he won’t ever be seen holding someones shopping bags while he follows them around and happily pays. But you’re always an exception, just because he loves giving you gifts and spending MONEY on you. Is crazy rich too considering he does this.
JONGOO KIM, JONGGUN PARK, Samuel Seo, Yujin Yoo, Diego/DG, Cheon Taejin, Baek Hangyeol, Jay Hong (cuz he aint used to no typa affection)
Quality Time
Never gets tired or bored of spending TIME with you. Can’t go a day without you, whether you’re on face time together or you’re actually with one another. Has made it a routine to spend half of his day talking to you about absolutely anything that the both of you could be thinking of. The subject of your conversations with him doesn’t have to make sense, he’ll make sure the both of you are smiling or laughing at the nonsense that the two of you have been muttering for hours. Dedicated to spending as much time he can with you, it doesn’t even matter what time of the day it is or if there’s an occasion. He’s so genuine about it too, he always puts aside his phone so that he can give you 1 hundred percent of his undivided attention and you wouldn’t have to worry about him dozing off to something that is unimportant or unrelated to what the two of you are talking about. Is committed to keeping his eyes on you and is devoted to listening to your rants while he offers his complete sympathy instead of unwanted advice. Isn’t anywhere near good at saying goodbyes whenever you have to go your separate ways. You literally need a whole new person to take him away just so he’d go home.
Daniel Park, Zack Lee, Warren Chae, Euntae Lee/Vasco, Hudson Ahn, Jace Park, Jake Kim, Sinu Han, Jay Hong, Eli Jang, Kwak Brothers, Goo Kim, Cheon Taejin, Hudson Ahn
Physical Touch
It’s almost like this man was deprived of physical touch. Like, he can’t keep his hands off of you, even for a single moment. From the first time you met him, to the minute you agreed to become his girlfriend— You easily figured how much he values physical touch when it comes to you. A waist grabber, whether you were expecting it or not, he’d randomly sneak up behind you, holding your waist as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Loves covering every inch of your body with kisses and bite marks. He also loves hugs, he values them a whole lot and views them as a sign of trust and comfort. Without a doubt, you shouldn’t let go of his hand at anytime that you guys are doing so, if you do, he’ll probably be quite upset with you and even go as far as to throw some silly tantrum. This guy either values physical touch cause he feels a genuine and sweet connection between you or, he’s js the type to be in the mood 24/7 and is down bad whenever your with him. One or the other, this man is absolutely obsessed with seeing your reaction to him teasing or tempting you. Passionate kisser, one hundred percent sure of it. Is the type to shower you with physical AFFECTION, knowing you won’t get sick of him.
- Down Bad: JONGOO KIM, JONGGUN PARK, Samuel Seo, Cheon Taejin
- Genuine and Sweet: Warren Chae, Euntae Lee/Vasco, Jake Kim, Sinu Han, Kwak Jihan, Kwak Jibeom, Kwak Jichang, DG, Zack Lee
notes: I made this on my phone and if you happen to also be reading this on your phone, does all the ends look nearly aligned? Like— I try my very best to alter the words to the point it’d fit without going into the next line below already, so that there wouldn’t be a some large or medium gap/space and so it’d look pleasing to the eye and arranged. (to me atleast lol) Idk if that made sense but I purposely do this with whatever i write because i just hate the weird looking blank space on the side. Heres an example: v
I love when they’re
already so near the
edge/corner, that i
don’t even have to
alter the sentence
^ Thats what I like seeingggg, I don’t actually care about them when it isn’t my work, I don’t even notice them— but if im the one writing, then i do care even though only phone users will see my effort i think, but idk its just my habit since i like the sight?
Heres what I feel like I gotta change when i’m writing: v
I really hate when
I do have to alter the
word’s because they’re
all lookin messy
kinda like this where they’re
so far off of being
even
^ Thats what yall might be seeing but i really dont know if it actually is and i sure as hell hope it isn’t though 😭😭
Also this took a while so hope it’s alright even though it might be a lil long
There was more stuff I wanted to place here but I can’t remember 💯
- With or without proper credits, please don’t try to steal or claim any of my works as your own
I genuinely appreciate opinions, feedback, likes, and reblogs, as this is my fourth ever post on this blog.
Once again, I hope this isn’t too bad for my fourth work and I will be doing more of these drabbles if I have the motivation & time 🫶
#Daniel Park#Zack Lee#Warren Chae#Euntae Lee#Vasco#Hudson Ahn#Jace Park#Jake Kim#Sinu Han#Jay Hong#Eli Jang#Kwak Jichang#Johan Seong#Jonggun Park#Samuel Seo#Jongoo Kim#Cheon Taejin#Yujin Yoo#Baek Hangyeol#Baek Hangyul#Diego Kang#lookism fic#lookism x reader#lookism imagines#manwha#unreleasedwrites#lookism webtoon#webtoon#kwak jihan#lookism
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Barbatos A-Z Smut HCs (Obey Me!)
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My personal headcanons using this [prompt list]
The goal is to finish the whole list; you are welcome to request a letter so I get to it faster. I will work on it as quick as I can but keep in mind I do have a life & responsibilities lol. ^^
Last Updated: Oct.1.2023 (8 out of 26)
⚠️Notes: I'll tag any sections if needed. If you think a section needs a tag, kindly let me know.
A: Affair (Describe an extra-marital affair)
B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)
For just this once, he lets himself be selfish & tells you his desires. It's birthday sex the entire day, just the two of you away from everyone. You look good in the sexy things he picked out for you & he can't wait for you to just drain him while he does nothing. He deserves this! All he does is watch as you do whatever you want with his body, his only request is for you to fuck him on top at some point (take that however you want😉).
C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)
D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)
E: Experimenting (Trying something new
F: Firsts (First time having sex together)
Whether it's planned or not, you can count on it being a perfect magical night the first time you guys have sex. Barbatos doesn't miss. He's not only listening to you, he's watching your body language. He's ever the gentleman though & still verbally checks in with you, even though he knows for a fact that you're enjoying it.
G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)
H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)
Once the two of you start seeing officially seeing each other, he'll find small opportunities to touch you even in public. Light feathery touches on your arm, his hand on your shoulder giving a little squeeze. Small innocent gestures. When alone, what is there to hide when it's just the two of you? There's no public image to uphold. The gloves come off & he will treat himself to grabbing at your ass, your thighs; your tummy if you're comfortable. He doesn't do skin to skin contact with just anyone, remember that. Anyway you can always count on him to make you whimper with those skilled hands of his.
I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)
J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)
You know what, I don't think Barb would keep it a secret! He will tell Diavolo day one & knows Diavolo will happily spread it everywhere. Barb will introduce you as his partner at gatherings, what's the point in hiding it when it's going to come up eventually? Oh but if someone still feels like trying a chance with you? All it takes is an arm around your waist & that smile with the closed eyes™. Whoever it is will retreat far far away. Barb doesn't need words.
K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)
It's happened a lot more time than you both care to admit. It's hard to resist him when you see him baking. You're both particularly fond of the syrup incident. You accidently knocked the poor container & it unfortunately spilled over his pants...he made you clean it up. "Mm..tastes that good does it? Look at how well you cleaned my cock." Not a drop of sticky syrup was left on his cock or balls, you made sure to get every last drop.❤️
L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)
M: Morning (Describe morning sex)
A very rare occasion & always a quickie. You rarely sleep over & most of the time he gets up before you do, to start with the days duties.
However sometimes you need him to start the day right so you set a plan to wake up before him. You always start with kisses & soft touches, watching as his cock grows. He's usually awake by the first few kisses & lets out a small hum as you play with his cock. He has no complaints to starting his day with you on top.
N: Never (Things they would never try)
O: Orgasm (Describe coming--who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)
P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)
Q: Quiet (Reaction to a quiet partner)
R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)
Unfortunately he has a good poker face. He won't ever show any sign of it in public & you wouldn't know it's one of those days until he says something. He's one to send some steamy texts to let you know or straight up whisper in your ear how he's feeling. The butler loves to tease you even when he's the horny one. However if you're both alone & he starts getting in the mood, you'll know immediately. His kisses get steamier, deeper. A hand will find its way to gently grope at your chest while the other hand starts rubbing your thighs. If that wasn't enough, he'll tell you. A glance down & you'll see how true it is.
S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)
T: Teasing (Who’s the tease in the relationship? What do they do? How often?)
U: Undressing (Strip teasing a partner)
V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)
W: Wedding Night (Consummating the marriage)
tags: possible eggs, demon form, tail use
Congrats you married a demon! If you haven't already, he's going to want to fuck you in his natural demon form. He wants to give you all of him & use his tail to please you in so many ways. If you're okay with it, he'd even like to fill you with some of his eggs. Of course he knows that's not something humans do but he figured his ask. Even if you say no, he's happy to fuck his beautiful partner on this happy night.🙂
X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)
Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)
Z: Zoo (Their animalistic qualities in the bedroom)
#obey me#obey me barbatos#obey me smut#obey me headcanons#obey me barbatos smut#obey me barbatos headcanons#obey me smut headcanons#obey me barbatos x reader#obey me barbatos x you#obey me barbatos x mc#◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹
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Pairing: darth vader x reader, anakin skywalker x reader
Notes: fem!reader, mandalorian!reader, gif used isn't mine!
Summary: You have become the young war hero Anakin Skywalker's right hand in his pursuit to reunite the galaxy in Emperor Palpatine's reign. It's the rumored aftermath of the war between dark and light, but you are a Mandalorian, Jedi and Sith don't mean anything to you, in fact, they are the same existence that led to the destruction of your planet a millennia ago. Their war is something you don't care to know about, you're aware you won't understand anyway, there is a lot you're told to keep your nose out of as just a soldier to obey commands.
One of those things is the distinction between Darth Vader and Anakin Skywalker; you weren't told why they must be addressed as two separate beings. Who he is really and who he appears as to the HoloNet confuse you endlessly when they are the same in your mind: both look at you in secret mourning.
You can't afford to find out why.
Warning(s): mentions of death and description of a decapitated head lol
Author's Note: death before dishonor was first published as an OC story on wattpad (shhhh carry on)! it has A LOT of plot packed into it and we start out in the post!rots empire. you'll slowly figure out who you are in this story and how you fit into everything and ~what happened to you~ as the story progresses and surprise! vader didn't burn! mysterious, huh? hehe, you're in for a ride!
I apologize bc i'm not a native speaker of English but regardless, I hope you enjoy this journey and like the story! this is a short prologue yikes
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"YOU HAVE AN ENTIRE SQUAD OF FORCE-SENSITIVE JEDI HUNTERS UNDER YOUR COMMAND, INQUISITOR." Lord Vader's face appears to be expressionless, but the sharp lines circling his eyes keep deepening in distaste as impatient seconds chase each other, carrying the choking question of whether the inquisitor is going to die today to create an example or not. "Need I remind you they were once Jedi themselves. Considering your abilities didn't disappear overnight, I expect results."
The Inquisitor's already uneasy heart, despite his training having shaped him into an impenetrable fortress, trembles under the life-threatening presence of this young man, he almost loses control and the fear crawling out of the depths of his stomach almost takes over him. He needs to remain professional before this thing who can sniff out even the tiniest of heart shivers.
He keeps reminding himself that he is not what he was before as he opens his dry, sticky mouth. "My lord, we've gotten some profound information—"
"I do not care for information, I want those treacherous Jedi dead. Are you capable of understanding me?"
Anger, fresh and smoking, slithers through the corners of the door to his mind, nudging him to make the brothers and sisters pay for his trampled pride. He's paying for their failure, after all - he has nothing to do with this. It's not fair. Feverish and piping resentment penetrates his veins and diffuses into his blood. "Yes, Lord Vader."
Even if the Sith Lord senses what the man is radiating like a beacon, he doesn't comment on it, and that is to remind him of his place: The inquisitor's anger is nothing more than a bug trying to rebel against him. "You were given one job and one job only, and if you prove to be inadequate at it, there is no reason for you to exist, no?"
Grand Inquisitor is now under the pressure of two blazing, furious stars glaring down at him——twin suns, just hiding behind the ugly, yellow eyes belonging to the poster boy of the Galactic Empire criticizing him.
The man he was in the worst of times would pat the shoulder of his clone subordinates and give an understanding, yet encouraging smile, and would say, "Next time we will get them. Keep your head up, soldier." Easygoing but charismatic at the same time. That's who he used to be within an Order of stuck-up bigots.
He resembles a Jedi more as Darth Vader, Grand Inquisitor thinks, in a twisted, extreme way.
The Emperor's right hand is absolutely insatiable, never really satisfied with anything, chillingly similar to the behavior of an eternally hungry black hole, a silent death tramping through the universe and swallowing anything on its way. In his short reign as Darth Vader, he's made history. Nothing could have picked up the galaxy the way he did in the Emperor's name. Nothing.
If this man wasn't held back by a leash, how long would it take for the galaxy to be swallowed down by him?
Grand Inquisitor is back in the moment with a tilt of Lord Vader's head. It was a minefield he was treading on, he didn't know what could tick him off, other than failure that is. Which those idiots already are shameful of. "We will not fail next time Lord Vader, they will not escape us again."
"How many nexts has it been now, I wonder," is the answer he gets, yet the agitated sentence gets less irate towards the end, Vader suddenly getting distracted by something that is not in the bleak and chilled assembly room of the starship.
Soon enough, the mechanical door slides to the left and reveals a Mandalorian inquisitor escorted by two clone troopers belonging to the 501st legion.
Grand Inquisitor's spine unconsciously strengthens in reflex, like he's in the close proximity of a predator, and forces him to stand straighter, taller, bigger, oddly akin to what a prey animal would do, but no matter how much he tries to appear stronger than this particular co-worker, the inevasible truth shows itself even in what she's holding at the moment, a portable freezer containing the head of a wanted Jedi, her trademark.
Her unexpected visit to Marauder is direct defiance to him and his strict orders, yet she stands there like a star hunter glowing with the halcyon remains of her victim, chin high and chest puffed out.
She's there to get the point across with her actions rather than words, and that's exactly what tears into Grand Inquisitor's monster of a bruised ego, twisting his view of the world; now in his eyes, her matte black Mandalorian-type Inquisitorius helmet, with garish red eye-lens strips mirrors cockiness, especially when contrasting the situation he is in at the moment.
Ignoring Grand Inquisitor altogether, "I've captured them all, my lord," she announces, a ringing, clear voice, noised with mechanical static of the helmet, cutting off into the vastly dire conversation between him and his Lord Vader, having halted the latter's growing displeased disposition with the operation not going as expected.
He simply stands there, suddenly the bleak, naked iron walls of the room with little to no furniture except a round table surrounded by uncomfortable little chairs feeling closer and closer, and the unnatural, white lighting from fluorescent lights he didn't pay any mind hurting his eyes. "Captured them all?"
Darth Vader is silent as an invisible ambush ship, his eyes glued to the case she's carrying in her gloved hand.
"Force-sensitive children are being transported to the cells." She goes on with her report as she sets the freezer on the table, and pushes on the buttons to open the lid to show the gory contents of it. "This particular Jedi had been on a spree to collect them. Didn't want to surrender to the empire. Suffered the consequences."
As the Jedi's severed ashen head is revealed to them followed by a hissing sound, slowly taking shape after the thick frictionless icy mist oozing out from the container case thins out, Grand Inquisitor takes note of how much of a clean-cut it was that took his life, such unexpected, thunderous agility she must have possessed to freeze the exact traumatized aghast expression on his face.
For a moment, it is the head of a mannequin rather than an actual sliced member of a human being's body; there is no blood, no actual sign of a struggle, the face looks artificially carved.
This is the quality of her work. Mandalorian Inquisitor operates on a different tier because of this reason: She gets things done.
"What about the other Jedi?" is Vader's question, straight to the point as always.
Mandalorian doesn't even skip a beat in answering. "He was alone with the children, I ambushed him that way in hyperspace. They think he's alive, I've recorded a holomessage of him calling for help and sampled his voice if be needed later on. We can also lure them in that way."
Grand Inquisitor, feeling farther from his title with every word leaving Vader's underling, sees his destruction in her victory, hears the quiet whispers of eventual death calling to him from her greedy, ever-expanding shadow, they tell him and his inquisitors to step up, or they'll be reduced to unnamed, nameless speckles of dust scattered from a red blade's strike. "Perhaps we could have used the Jedi."
"I am." Her retortion, needlelike in lack of respect for the head inquisitor, blows up in his face like a blaster shot, and he feels burning heat throbbing in his temples.
Vader doesn't take his words into consideration. His steely Force-touch stabs into Grand Inquisitor's signature, making him bow down with even the smallest gesture of disapproval. "That's enough, the incapable should learn from the wise."
The wise, he bites back in his head, the Mandalorian girl was just a shell of a soulless being when they had brought her to be trained in the ways of the Dark Side.
It was if a sun had died and left behind a graveyard of unrecognizable remains. The black hole of its former self were hiding in her eyes, pools of ink, devouring any touch of light in their intensity; a miserable veil of a starless, sunless planet's darkest night skies, emptier than a freshly slain star not being able to recognize itself in the mirrors of universe staring back at it. Her Mandalorian brethren would laugh in the face of that pathetic display.
If it wasn't for Lord Vader igniting the spark of a whole cosmos in her hollow rib cage, she would be rotting in dusty corners of the dysfunctional Imperial Senate, invisible shackles would keep weighing her down to rock bottom.
Yet, she is wiser than him? He is supposed to follow her lead, his inferior who had pulled this disrespectful flex of power just to vex the esteemed leader of Inquisitorius?
Sticky green envy chips away at his suppressed fury while he clenches his teeth and accepts what his lord commands.
She watches him like a shriekhawk behind her helmet, and he can't sense what she is feeling or thinking at all.
If it's because he needs more training or she's just an insentient kind of a supreme life form with no will of her own and just exists to serve Vader, he does not know.
#anakin skywalker x reader#darth vader x reader#anakin skywalker x you#darth vader x you#suitless vader x reader#star wars x reader#shai talks: my first post on tumblr#story: death before dishonor#anakin x reader#anakin fanfiction#shai's writings
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My Five **Realistic** Daily Non-Negotionals
Manifest / Set your intentions and motivations
This isn’t always something I manage to fit into the very beginning of my day, in fact, sometimes this is something I do at the end of my day! For me, this is something that feels calming, almost like meditation; manifesting is something that I can easily squeeze into my busy schedule, it brings me a moment of calm while reminding myself what I’m building toward and the foundation for where I see myself.
2. Drink water & keep yourself hydrated
This is something I always struggle with, however, once I’m feeling the consequences of not doing so I am in absolute agony. Which is why I’m lucky I have friends with set alarms to remind me lol. Just remember: staying hydrated is the key to productivity and efficiency. Without water in your system to keep you going it’s like running on E.
Some tips for staying hydrated
Set👏🏽 alarms👏🏽 always set alarms👏🏽
Politely request from friends or family to remind you from time to time
Fill up a BIGGGG water bottle / jug that’ll last you a few nights (I’m talking like a gallon sized-) and leave a cup on your nightstand. Before you go to sleep drink a cup of water!
Leave reminders on sticky notes where you spend lots of time! Staring at a computer all day? Leave a sticky! Driving and spending lots of time in the car? Leave a sticky!!! Stuck at a desk all day? Leave a sticky on your desk. (I find this very helpful)
3. Feed your soul!
This is something that took me a long time to figure out that I still struggle to internalize but feeding yourself is so important. There is nothing that should stop you from feeding your self. There is no reason good enough to justify not feeding your body. Don’t worry about what you think you must look like to other ppl or what sounds you make while eating; no one is looking, no one cares. The most important thing is that you feed your body until you feel satisfied. If you’re hungry: eat. If you’re not hungry: don’t eat. It’s that simple, I know how hard it can be to internalize that and deprogram that voice in your head telling you that you can’t allow yourself to eat but it really is so, so important to take care of your body so your body can take care of you.
4. Absorb positive energy / content & shed negative energy 🧿
I must admit I’m on social media a lot so I absorb lots of social media content daily. While it’s beneficial to everybody to go offline and touch grass every so often it’s also important to absorb positive content while online. You’ll find once you start blocking out negative energies in your life, especially in your social medias, it will make a huge impact in your mental health and may have influences on your personal / social life as well.
5. Only entertain those who benefit you
Don’t entertain those who do not benefit you. Turning someone away because they no longer serve or benefit you doesn’t make you a bad person and it doesn’t mean you are using them. The word “benefit” doesn’t have to mean financially or socially, it can mean something as simple as making you smile and providing you with positive energies and reinforcements. To “benefit” can simply mean being a comforting shoulder for you to lean on when things are difficult for you. Learn to let go of those who don’t benefit you. Once you do this you will notice your energies start to align.
#girljournal#girl journal#girl blogging#girl blog#girl blogger#dream self#manifesting#self care#self love#mental health#mental health advocate#affirmations#coquette#daily affirmations#pink blog#healthy lifestyle#wellness#pink#pastels#healthy living#positive thinking#positive affirmations#positive thoughts#positive energy#positive vibes#positive vibes only#🎀#🍓#blyssiblabs 🍓
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yikes ik it's been a while, and trust me ive been meaning to talk more about qianqing, but the uni exams started and now i FINALLY found some free time (and a sticky note at the back of my brain reminding me) to talk 😭
also before anything SEASON 2 LOOKS SOOOO FREAKING GOOOD!! like in absolutely in love with mq and i thought i couldn't love him more but i was fortunately proven wrong ! also it dragged me back into fengqing so there's that hensndkeknd it only took few hot shots of fx and yeah i hate that i love them again but i do and there's nothing i can do about it but accept 😔✊ I HAD SUCH HIGH EXPECTATIONS FOR LQQ AND HE MET EVERY ONE OF THEM SJDJDJD HE LOOKS SO BABY and speaking of him, im sooooo curious what was your favorite lqq scene??
you seem to have read my thoughts when you answered my last ask because THOSE WERE EXACTLY THE SCENES I IMAGINED THEM IN!! mq nagging lqq about paperwork, friendly sparring, lqq sticking around mq during events in the heaven iejejekejej gods i wish i have more time so i can write something for them because this hasn't stopped itching my brain for weeks 😭
i also raise you that they go on missions together, because once mq gets comfortable and once he notices that lqq keeps inviting him, even if he doesn't need the help, he would invite lqq simply for the company!
lqq meeting fy on his purse of revenge could go into sooo many different directions!! like does lqq figure out fy is out on defending mq's name quest and is conflicted because he wants to help but also killing qr takes priority rn? does he try to convince fy to work together?? now i wanna explore every crevice of that meeting and make like thousands fics for it!!
(it's not out of the question, ive done aus out of my own aus! im sure if i find the time i could do this as well😭)
the thing about qiurong for me, as it is with many ships in big fandoms, it feels very forced ig by the fandom? i don't think im wording it correctly, but for me i usually don't end up liking many of those ships because it feels like people would just smush two characters together because they ran out of characters they can pair them with. and it's not necessarily a bad thing, but in this case the most im seeing from qiurong is fluffy family aus, which would never come to mind for me when i think about qr and lqq in a room together. again not a bad thing, not a bad ship, but personally not my cup of tea.
i do have to admit tho, im always kinda leaning towards more canon characterization, so i do have a particular tastes in ships i do ship and in definitely not one of the people who would read anything they can from the ships i like. so i think i wouldn't have gave up so quickly on quirong if i found something that suits my taste, because i do like both of their characters separately.
EXPLORING THE SIDE CHARACTERS RELATIONSHIPS IS ALWAYS THE BEST PART IN ANY FANDOM FOR ME!!! especially as someone whose faves are usually the side characters lol the creativity and the freedom of interpretation, diving deeper into them and putting them into situations and having to think about how they would act in them sjsjjsjd makes me crazy every time!
IVE SEEN YOUR LQQ/SQX ART AND OMG I WAS KICKING MY FEET ON MY BED LIKE A KID! EJJEJEEJ IT WAS SOO PRETTY!! GENUINELY LIVED IT! 😍😍😍
WELCOME BACK QIANQING ANON!! Best of luck with your exams! Make sure you find time to take breaks and rest your brain when you can!
For real though season 2 has been such a treat so far— visually stunning and so fun to watch. I know what you mean about sinking back into fengqing hell while watching it. I’ve been in the same position— once you go fengqing you can never leave fengqing. They’re still so important to me 🥹🥹🧡
ALSO LQQ IS JUST AS ENDEARING AND CHARMING AS I HOPED HE WOULD BE. The way he’s so expressive and always so honest— he wears his feelings at all times and it’s always been one of my favorite qualities of his. Also asking me to choose a fav lqq scene is cruel— I love them ALL!!! From his intervention in the gambler’s den and subsequent fight with Hua Cheng, to the way Xie Lian still wrangles him like they’re still teacher & student, to lqq’s “if I hadn’t stepped in, nobody else would,” to the anger and pain in his voice as he broke his own arm to make a fair duel against xl,,,,, there’s so many good scenes!!!!
I’m bouncing all of these qianqing scenarios around in my head but I’m also especially intrigued by a fy & lqq encounter. If lqq was already close with mq when he was put under house arrest, I don’t know if lqq would be able to ignore that— even if he was still hellbent on revenge against qr. Maybe lqq doesn’t recognize mq in fy’s form— his decision to help would come across as so much more sincere like that, I think. Mq isn’t even present but lqq— who is still so jaded by his own quest— still thinks so highly of mq,,,,,,, I think mq would be taken aback by the gesture. Meanwhile lqq knows what it’s like to be wronged and want to set things right— he can empathize.
I’m shaking your hands on the qiurong sentiments— again, I think it’s fun for people to explore ships however they want. I don’t really like it so I don’t really engage with it. They don’t scratch the right type of enemies to lovers tropes that I usually like and that’s okay! I’ll be peddling my lqq content off in the corner while people have fun in their spaces.
I think it’s okay and important to be selective about how you enjoy your media! Not every piece of art or fic was made to be universally enjoyed and that’s okay! Personally I’m with you on focusing on characterization— If I feel like my silly lil guys would not say the words being put in their mouths then usually I put what I’m looking at down and move onto something else.
We’re alike in side character enjoyment too LMAO. Not to analyze it too hard but— for me at least— I think it comes down to how much they have or have not been explored and the intrigue that comes with that possibility. In more deranged words: they’re chewier! It’s like you said— it’s fun to try and figure out how they would behave in unwritten scenarios.
I’m glad you liked my autumn wind piece!!! I’d never drawn sqx before so that was exciting. I’ve been quietly enjoying people’s reactions to it while hiding so many other lqq rarepair ideas in my pockets 🤫😂
#yams uncans#qianqing#thinking about fy and lqq teaming up and crying about it actually 🥺#also sorry I’m so late responding to this wow
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oc ask game!
irza: 2, 5, 6, 18, 35 & 45
vara: 2, 6, 8, 16, 18, 36, 38 & 48
eze: 5, 11, 17, 19 (reaching w that one), & 43
Lol, yay! Also, pleeeeease scroll down my blog bc I answered a different ask of yours and you haven't given me a fake fic title yet—
I answered it with writing! It's short and you likely don't remember that ask, but I did!
This is loooooong so it's under a cut...
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Irzayn:
2: Do they wear perfume/cologne? If so, what scents do they prefer?
He usually doesn't, but there's times when he goes to visit his mom that he'll use lavender or lilac scents since they were his mom's favorite and it hides the smell of blood. Vara also likes it, but knows better than to say anything about it.
5: Do they have any tattoos? If so, what are they and do they have any special meaning?
No. Even if he tried, the needles wouldn't go through his skin unless he admitted he was a dragon, and that will never happen. Vara has put those temporary ones on him before though.
6: If they were badly injured, and for whatever reason couldn't go to a hospital, who would they go to for help?
He actually can't get treated at a hospital at all, but...
No-one. He will try to hide it for as long as possible. Most of the time he heals it himself, but he will usually end up pinned down by Vara and receive forced treatment...if he was ever gravely injured he might actually try to talk to Quickvine (Hero version of Vara but he doesn't know, for anyone who doesn't know these two) as Voidshire (His villain self)
18: How easy is it to become their enemy?
Become??? Dude, the moment he lays his eyes on you you're considered a possible threat. Vara had to keep digging and digging at the exterior for a very long time to get anywhere with it! But honestly, you truly become an enemy the moment you do something he doesn't like, which...is a lot of things lol
35: Do they believe in fate or do they believe they are in charge of their own destiny?
He doesn't believe in either. He doesn't think destiny exists at all, and rather that you have to bash your way through other people to get anywhere in life. He's traumatized and if he did believe in destiny/fate, it would be that others are in control of yours and you have to shred them apart to take it back every day.
45: Do they plan in advance or just wing it?
Both! He has this entire planning board thing where he maps out the entire city and puts sticky notes all over it about guard/hero schedules, where traps are, and where what he wants is. From there he just dives in head first and doesn't look back, winging absolutely every last part of the actual attack.
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Varazae:
2: Do they wear perfume/cologne? If so, what scents do they prefer?
Nope! Most are too strong for him and he also doesn't want to drive away animals bc he loves them. On another point, some of the plants he grows wouldn't react well to the change. He does like how lightly Irza puts on his when he actually does put some on.
6: If they were badly injured, and for whatever reason couldn't go to a hospital, who would they go to for help?
He may be outgoing and eccentric, but even he is cautious. He would go to relatives, the hero association, Irza, or as a last ditch effort, if he thought he'd die otherwise, he'd approach Voidshire and pray the villain doesn't kill him. (If only he knew the villain was in love with him lol)
8: Do they collect anything? If so, what and why?
Definitely! He collects fabric, seeds, and information!
He really likes practicing to sew bc of how much Irza always comes home with torn clothes, but the dragon can't sew to save his life. So while the skill is secondary to his cooking, he can still do it very well!
And seeds...is both bc he grows plants and wants to know more about them, but also bc he's trying to save Irza's mom from the parasitic seed inside of her.
Information is bc he feels like something is suspicious and he isn't super strong, so he wants to be prepared to protect himself from anyone, even other heroes.
16: Do they have or want kids?
He doesn't have any and doesn't care if he ever does, but he'd absolutely adore being able to raise a kid! Irza is constantly telling him he can't adopt random children or animals off the street!
18: How easy is it to become their enemy?
I'm not really sure he even understands what an enemy is lol. It would take something extreme for him to think you're an enemy...bc even when he gave Irza those scars way later in that betrayal arc, he still never thought of that dragon, his best friend, as an enemy. It actually takes until a certain event way later for him to think of even Ezephr, one of the most twisted people in the story, as an enemy.
36: Would they ever kill someone? Have they already?
...yes.
But who? (secrets I shall not tell)
He's not as pure as you thought.
38: What are their dreams like? Do they have any recurring dreams/nightmares?
He has nightmares a lot. Mainly of losing his family or Irza, and actually after first meeting Voidshire he has nightmares about the villain slaughtering everyone in his life for a while. Those nightmares are one reason why he'll sometimes sneak into Irza's bed at night for comfort.
48: How likely are they to go on a quest for revenge?
He won't. He believes that karma will strike them down instead, and it always does...
Buuuuut he does tag along with Irza to help the dragon with his own revenge and mainly to keep killing to a minimum.
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Ezephr:
5: Do they have any tattoos? If so, what are they and do they have any special meaning?
He's got a tattoo on the back of his neck with his lab number. It's why he keeps his hair so long, to hide it. The only meaning it serves is to haunt him and drive him even further insane.
11: Do they have any addictions?
Not unless his...violent tendencies count
17: How easily would they be convinced to do something that goes against their morals?
19 (reaching w that one): How easy is it to become their friend?
(yes, yes you are) It's not possible. The stalker situation with Irzayn where he shreds the guy apart all the time but doesn't kill him is as close as you can get.
43: Can they handle stressful situations?
He is the definition of stress, nothing stresses him out, so I guess yes? Usually he's the one causing the stress.
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I posted 3,820 times in 2022
That's 981 more posts than 2021!
100 posts created (3%)
3,720 posts reblogged (97%)
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I tagged 2,371 of my posts in 2022
Only 38% of my posts had no tags
#art - 431 posts
#scheduled - 392 posts
#fauna - 248 posts
#homes - 154 posts
#q - 130 posts
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#heddwyn post - 67 posts
#politics - 66 posts
#about me - 55 posts
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#im considering writing a review but i think half of it would be being unhinged over the entire book talking about sex and not mentioning the
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
If you're going to bat for regions and nations called celtic, take a second and remember that's MORE than just gaelic nations, lol, brythonic groups (cornish, Welsh, breton) need as much support and solidarity.
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#4
The way some people on witchblr talk about psychosis/schizophrenia, delusions, etc. is so degrading.
"We're not like those CRAZY people" yeah? say the wrong words to the wrong person and you too can experience the humiliation and lack of agency given to psychotic/schizophrenic people. Undo your own sanism.
42 notes - Posted February 3, 2022
#3
Cornish Witchcraft by Kelvin I Jones
Pamphlet of Cornish witchcraft, posted here because mostly falls under folklore vs hard and fast witchcraft resources. Has some 'celtic soup' - author uses Irish holidays (that're put through Wiccan-ification) rather than the Cornish holidays he's referencing, along with mislabelling of piskeys as fairies/fairy folklore, speculates heavily on a triple goddess type figure (though doesn't outright call it that, references mother/crone aspects) and pre-Christian deities. Mentions Bucca by name for once! Generally pretty fun read though! Delves into a lot of niche Cornish traditions that're largely unrecorded.
Google Drive link (PDF)
Not Exhaustive Content warnings under the cut
Bodily fluids (including blood + urine), animal death| + hunting, human death, drowning, immolation, use of human remains in witchcraft, mentions of various illnesses & parasites, some ableist outdated language
53 notes - Posted March 22, 2022
#2
What is a commonplace book
Commonplace books are a method of compiling knowledge into one place, traditionally by handwriting but more recently with computers/word processors. They’re different from journals in that rather than containing exclusively personal thoughts or feelings, they’re a collection of external writings, informations, or other snippets of things recorded whenever it is encountered + usually organised.
To simplify – a commonplace book contains anything that captured it’s owners attention! Poems, extracts of fiction & non fiction writings, remarks or comments by others, anecdotes, observations, pertinent images, or other things along the same lines are all things that belong in a commonplace book!
Commonplace books have quite the history – their uses range between reading logs, reference books for students, and historically they were required by young women to demonstrate their upbringing.
How do they work
The exact system you use in your commonplace book is entirely up to you and what you will remember to use. Usually information is organised under themed/topic-based headings, but this can be as flexible or stiff as the keeper desires. My personal commonplace book is organised by source material – all of my book extracts & notes are kept together and demarcated by paperclips.
A commonplace book has no requirements in terms of physical format, size, page type, etc. As long as it is something you will be able to keep using happily! There is also no rules around decorating any pages with stickers or washi tape, or any rules around using sticky notes to add information on the go.
A commonplace book can also be as expansive or restricted as possible in terms of subject matter. For example, I keep a specific commonplace book for Babalon & Sekhmet. Nothing else enters this book.
What’s their use in religious practice or witchcraft?
A commonplace book can function as an in-between for a Grimoire (a book of magical knowledge and instruction, usually written by someone else and usually for transmitting knowledge within a specific tradition or branch of religion/witchcraft) & a Witchbook/Book of Shadows (more akin to a magical/religious journal for recordkeeping). They’re also exceptionally useful if you read a lot of metaphysical, occult or spiritual/religious books and want to keep organised notes in a hard copy form!
Commonplace books can be used to record interesting information from other, non-metaphysical but useful sources too, foraging notes and recipes are an obvious choice to keep a record of, along with notes about celestial events from astronomy sources.
In some cases, a commonplace book can also be a devotional activity, or a shrine of sorts. Commonplace books as a devotional activity is easy to parse – collecting and mindfully recording information about an entity, deity, divinity or other spirit is a good means to show care and interest.
A commonplace book as a shrine has a similar function to an e-shrine on tumblr, by collecting things that remind or represent an entity, deity, divinity or other spirit, a notebook can be made into a shrine or sacred object. This can also be a useful way to have a sacred touchpoint with an entity and keep it relatively out of sight, for those who are not open about their practice.
Examples
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My #1 post of 2022
Paleoancestor veneration
Paleoancestors (also called deep time ancestors) are a collection of Ancestors I’ve not often seen talked about. There is a lot of overlap between paleoancestor veneration and paleoanimism/deep time spirit work – it is important to establish a firm connection with the paleoancestors you’re interested in venerating so they have a link to you as well. It’s also something I’ve found to be far more research-heavy than ancestor work involving humans and both more enjoyable and more challenging (palaeontology talks are enlightening but can also be an information overwhelm).
There are two main branches of paleoancestor work that I’ve found, that being paleoancestor archetypes and paleoancestor individuals (there are many mammoths, but only one Mammoth). I have a preference for the archetypes over individuals currently so the majority of this post will be from that perspective. Paleoancestor veneration is a practice I’ve found to be incredibly meaningful and a way to connect to the world around me.
There are a few methods I’ve used to contact paleoancestors, the main one being ‘walking back’ (a meditative exercise posted below). My second favourite option is connecting via the land and taking into consideration what megafauna + other extinct beings would have inhabited it before me - it’s easy to find what fossils have been discovered in your area and what more recently extinct animals called it home.
‘Walking back’
A technique I’ve found fantastic for initially contacting paleo-ancestors is ‘walking back through time.’ It’s a meditative exercise that roughly follows this structure:
Find yourself at the mouth of a cave through whichever sense you find best – smell the damp cave walls, touch the rough rock, or look down into the depths.
Enter the tunnel, feel the ridges of rock layers on the wall and the fossils embedded within, feel the history of the rock and look at the striations of time.
Walk deeper into the tunnel, find yourself travelling back through the ages, past the industrialisation of the world, past the spreading of agriculture. With each major mark of an extinction event, find a branching passage.
When you find a passage that feels ‘right’, explore it – walk down it, feel and look at the fossils extruding from the walls. At the end, there is a light and fresh air – perhaps it has a peculiar taste to it if you are in the Cambrian era, or maybe it is heavy with moisture from a Cretaceous polar forest.
Emerge from the tunnel into a new, exciting, unexplored place. Venture into the environment and see what approaches you. If at any point you are afraid, or in danger, there is an easy out – look down at your feet for a hole, crevice or chasm into the ground below and slip into it, back into the tunnel, and walk home.
Communication
Ancestors communicate in different ways, depending on the era they are from. Pikaia has a much more basal version of communicating with me, a human, than Cave Lion does. Pikaia only communicates with the most basic essence of a sentence or message: it resembles talking with ‘feeling words’ only but has no bearing on the depth or complexity of the messages
An example of this is, when seeking advice on a situation regarding anxiety for the summer, Pikaia’s advice was “warmth, joy, blue (colour)” and I roughly interpreted as the summer will be joyful and warm if I make it that way, but not to forget my needs (the blue colour’s meaning in my personal practice).
Cave Lion’s communication style is much more familiar to me and uses full sentences (though, he is reserved with how much he speaks).
Something that has been invaluable with paleoancestor work is keeping a constant record of communication, advice, and lessons. This is especially important if engaging with them on a personal level outside of asking for general advice and favours at an ancestor altar. This has been most helpful with learning Pikaia’s communication style!
Not all deep time ancestors are receptive to human contact (at least initially), especially if they are a relatively recently extinct animal whorse distruction humans may have played a part in. I’ve found that giving them gifts and allowing them to dictate the terms of communication (within reason) is deeply helpful and even gives them space to grieve their loss. The most recent experience of mine that has made this necessary is Aurochs, who expressed grief and rage over her own species fate as well as the fate of her descendants (domesticated cows).
Outside of direct communication through meditation, it is entirely dependent on the ancestor what they’d prefer as an intermediary. Cave Lion talks through my animal tarot, Aurochs prefers only direct astral communication, and Pikaia works in mysterious ways and will only occasionally talk through specific decks, tools, or will sometimes appear through my intuition.
Altars and gifts
This is entirely dependent on the ancestor – Pikaia has not asked for anything beyond that I swim in the ocean regularly, while Cave Lion asked for a hand-drawn charcoal art piece reminiscent of cave art and an object so I can carry him with me regularly. Aurochs has asked of me that I don’t consume beef at all and dairy as rarely as possible (which is something I am okay with doing for her), because of her grief over the loss of her species. Altar-wise, I’ve given all of them the option of space on my main working place side by side with the deities I connect with. This is where Cave Lion’s art lives, along with a dish for any food gifts they may request or receive as a surprise.
As a semi-gift for my paleo-ancestors I follow rewilding projects closely and involve myself with the land & sea – it’s something that has been fairly continuous throughout time after all. Keeping the environment free of litter, well cared for and 'understood' has also helped strengthen my connections to them. This has extended into the political too – trespass and rewilding are political issues that I’ve thrown my weight behind (along with various others).
Paleoancestor veneration is a practice I’ve found to be incredibly meaningful and a way to connect to the world around me and something I am always excited to talk about and share with other folks that might not realise it's an option! My askbox is open for any questions about any of the above post.
Links
Dinosaurs in your locale (website, global)
DIY Animism (animism & spirit work text that has been foundational in how I interact with animal spirits, book, global)
The Missing Lynx (book about UK extinctions from oldest to most recent, book, UK)
Royal Tyrrel Museum (posts paleontology talks for free, YouTube, Global)
Paleoancestors mentioned
Cave Lion, Panthera Spelaea (wikipedia) / Pikaia (wikipedia) / Aurochs, Bos Primigenius (wikipedia)
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🍂 and 🥀 for the oc ask game :D
🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others?
🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?
🍂 — I answered this here! Short version? Hugs are one of her favourite things :)
🥀 — Oooh, how fun! She would probably litter it with doodles, whether in the margins, between lines, or on sticky notes she staples to the page. She emphasizes words or sections with boldened lines, different colours, highlights, circles, etc. — whatever she feels fits the particular tone she's aiming for. She'd keep the colours she uses aesthetic, too. For each entry, she would have a certain selection or range of colors she would stick to, so everything looks nice.
The exception would be if she ever recorded something negative or emotionally turbulent. In that case, she'd either use one pen the whole time, or clashing colors to represent how she feels. She's the type of artist who will sometimes doodle nonsense on an entire page to let out emotional energy — sharp, angry lines; loose, mindless scribbles; and so on...
But, from a realistic standpoint, she's not good at consistent journalism. So, she'd probably only ever record significant things in a journal, with some pages of random thoughts sprinkled in for whenever she happened to have the journal nearby and felt like recording the thought.
Squirrel also would definitely have moments of feeling awkward at the start of her entries, before her thoughts roll into motion and things smooth over. Other times, when she's so full of energy, it doesn't even occur to her to feel awkward about writing out her feelings lmao.
Oh, yeah, speaking of writing out her feelings, this could definitely be a place where she could think through things. She does write poetry, but has a specific notebook(s) for that. Sometimes her poetry just turns into talking to the page.
Anyways~
She probably has movie tickets or old receipts from a significant visit to even a place as common as a chain fast-food restaurant — because that was the first time she drove a friend somewhere, or something like that. A lot of seemingly insignificant items that hold sentimental value in her mind. And these particular entries aren't necessarily in chronological order! For the most part, she groups them by event or season, but there's a freedom to not having to stress herself about the particular dates.*
As for an example entry... Well, here's one (off the top of my head :P) from their post-AE vacation :) I imagine she did a lot more journaling (digitally, too, including plenty of photos) than usual during those months!
18 November 2032 — Thursday
lol what if I wrote a love song for lololol would that be crazy or what ahaha.
...what would I say? there's so much TO say. No way in hell am I going the cheesy route, blegh.
I could... be vague. Tell a story, be vague, talk about... Everything. There's too much!! My heart feels full. What do I say? I love him x10000?? LOL a song that is just "I love you." That would be awful. I love you... And his eyes... Ahah, no cheesiness. Um...
Where are my words when I need them? Ugh, why is HE so good with his words? Dude is a verbal poet, it's so not fair.
Girl, just say his name, stop being so weird.
Saeran. Saeran. Saeran. ♡
...I wrote that in pen. Oh no. I CAN'T ERASE.
Uh. Anyway!! Um...
Can't I just steal his talent? Steal his words? I've got my guitar in my lap and I can't even think. I have chords in my head but they're not clicking. Should I start with the WOW. You can't sing AND play a Wind Instrument AT THE SAME TIME, girl! smh, dude.
This is getting me no where. Big sigh. Not even worth exploring this, really... I can't help feeling all flustered when I start thinking too much. lol.
Maybe I'll just stick with hoping one day I'll have the courage to play someone else's love song for him lol
...oh God. has he seen my HS jazz ensemble videos? ARE THOSE PUBLIC? I THINK THEY'RE PUBLIC
FUCK
soRry for swearin g
but FUCK
GAH. Am I weird?? I don't like seeing my own Hands write that word lol...
yeah that's right focus on something else dumbass, not the fact that Ray cyberstalked you and has almost definitely heard your sem1 freshie concert where you FREAKING CAME IN A WHOLE SECOND EARLY
AAAA
Signing off to go scream into the pillow before Sae gets back ㅜwㅜ
bonus, tiny one:
Got my hand stabbed by a potted cactus cos my dumbass tried to catch it when it fell off the display :((
Saeran =tended to my wounds= lol
It was... nice. painful ㅠ but he made everything a lot less worse ♡
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#*my uncle does this and has encouraged me to do so as well#ive seen first hand how it brings so much joy to the others tied to those memories#like when he was showing me some of his books- his hubby was right there going 'omg i remember that!!' and such lmaooo#it was great#mystic messenger#mysme#squirrel x saeran#squirrel bakken#mysme-rifters au#rifters#ask game#original character#cmc#my cmc#mammonprotectionsquad
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not shy
megumi was not shy around his crush — and that’s a fucking lie.
request: shy megumi who is really flustered around his crush + his friends and gojo-sensei helping him confess
note: this is fluff and a semi crack fic too LOL i hope you guys enjoy this, i had a lot of fun with this one! unedited too, as usual!
word count: 4.5k
masterlist !
playlist made by the lovely @savantsoulfinder thank you so much!
“Yo, Megumi-kun, can you take—” Satoru halted in his steps, following the trail of sight that his dark-haired student seemed to be so enamoured in to not even notice his teacher walk his way. “What are you staring at?” when his gaze landed on you, head thrown back in laughter and slapping Panda’s arm over Yuuji’s joke, Satoru’s eyes beamed even under the blindfold. “Oh? You like Y/N?”
Upon hearing your name, Megumi immediately snapped back to life. He scoffed and turned away from you, scowling to himself with his arms crossed against his chest. “No, I don’t. I don’t like anyone.” So defensive.
“Is that so?” Satoru teased while biting back his laughter, “Guess you won’t mind if I call her then. Hey, Y/N!”
“Gojo-sensei, what’re you doing?!” Megumi grabbed his teacher’s sleeve, whisper-hissing and cursing under his breath when Satoru caught your attention. You waved at them both, skipping until you were getting impossibly closer and closer and closer.
“Well, I don’t want you to carry these all alone. You’re gonna need some help.”
“I’m perfectly fine – h-hi.”
Shit, you were now here. You smiled up at him, hands folded below your bottom before tipping your head to the side, looking under Megumi’s ducked head to see his face. “Hey there, Megumi! Looking cute today,” you winked, causing the poor boy to blush madly. You never noticed, though, your attention now taken by your teacher turning red as he stopped his laughter. “Gojo-sensei! You called me?”
“Oh yeah, you’re just right on time. I was going to ask Megumi here to bring these books all back to my office but it’s probably too heavy for him so I asked—”
“It’s not heavy,” Megumi took the books that Satoru placed in your welcoming arms, the slightest touch sending jolts of electricity down his spine. He pulled away and clutched the books closer to himself at the sudden buzz, narrowing his eyes at his teacher who obviously couldn’t mind his own business. “I can carry it by myself.”
“I still wanna help, and I really don’t mind. Plus, I haven’t talked to you in a long time. I actually kind of feel like you’re avoiding me,” you pouted, and that simple gesture had Megumi feeling like he was sinking deeper into the ground.
He was ready for the whole world to swallow him up.
Satoru took pleasure in Megumi’s reddish ears and clenched jaw, cupping his own jaw with his hands as if to mock. “Aw, Megumi, why would you avoid precious Y/N? Did she do something wrong to you?”
“No, she didn’t.”
“Well, if there’s nothing wrong, you two better scoot before you get late to your other class!”
“Alright, see you around, Gojo-sensei!” Shit, why were you such a good girl? Now he was stuck with you, and Megumi huffed while hesitantly sharing the books with him. You walked close enough to him that he caught a slight whiff of your shampoo, the scent clouding over his usually sharp mind. Now, though, Megumi could barely recognize the hallways he walked on, relying only on you to lead the way. “So...how’ve you been?”
“Fine.”
“How about your studies? We have an exam next week – maybe you want to study together? Inumaki-senpai and I were supposed to have a study group with the others but everyone just wants to study by themselves,” you turned to him with a small smile, “I do better when I’m with someone though.”
Megumi managed to give you a split second glance before he darted his eyes back in front of him again, swallowing audibly because he couldn’t understand why you had to look so pretty smiling like that.
His palms grew sweaty with each passing second, and he grimaced at the uncomfortably feeling of his collar getting sticky. “Uh, wh-where would we study? We don’t have a library or anything.”
“The training grounds is refreshing, but I’d like it to do it better in my room.”
“Do what?” Megumi halted in his steps, his eyes blown wide at your words.
“Study, of course. What else?”
He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be worried that you frowned in confusion, almost as if you didn’t understand the weight of your words. But then again, you’d always been so damn oblivious that it made sense. Megumi shook his head, continuing on to the teacher’s office before remembering he still lost his sense of direction, so he bit his lip, obediently following you around like a puppy.
“You shouldn’t just invite anyone to your room, you know.”
Once you both made it to the empty room, you carefully placed the books down on Satoru’s desk. He raised a brow at the extra detail you put into, tongue peeking out from the edges of your lips as you made sure all of them were placed together neatly.
Satisfied with your work, you clapped your hands and turned to him.
“I’m not. You’re not just anyone to me, Megumi,” Suddenly, you leaned over him, his mind screaming at him when your lips lowered down to his neck. Megumi’s spine stiffened so quick he might as well be a flat board, his chin pressed to his neck when he felt your teeth graze his exposed skin for a moment. “There’s a loose thread,” you showed him a small thread with a small smile, which fell as fast when you saw Megumi standing uncomfortably straight. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to invade your personal space like that!” “I’m a little weird, aren’t I? That would explain why you’ve been avoiding me. Do I make you feel uncomfortable?”
“No, it’s not that...it’s just...”
“Just what?”
His mind blanked. Ask him anything about curses or their history and pretty much anything – he’d be able to answer – but not this. They didn’t teach this in the books and out of frantic nervousness, Megumi ended up spewing the first thing he could think of, his brows drawn together that only added to his intimidating look.
“I’m just annoyed that you scored higher than me on the previous exam.”
“Oh,” you fell for it, snapping your fingers together as you laughed. Somehow, the sound of your melodious laughter had his shoulders easing from the tension, the smallest of smiles hinting at the edge of his lips. Gosh, he was so whipped for you. “Was that really it? I thought you were avoiding me for something serious! Well, how about this, let’s study together and let’s see who’s the smarter one. The loser will get tickled to death!”
“I haven’t even agreed to that condition yet.”
“Okay, what do you want if you win?”
Megumi blushed as he blurted out, “You.”
Before he could regret what he just said, you scrunched your nose and pointed to yourself. “Me what? You want me to do something? You want me to buy you ice cream or—”
“Never mind,” he mumbled behind his palm that was now covering his mouth, refusing to show you that he actually wanted to laugh at how naive you could be. Not that he was complaining; it saved him great pain that you could never know his feelings for you. “I’ll ask for it when I’m sure I’ll win.”
“Ah, not a man of uncalculated risks, I see,” you ruffled his hair, the poor boy stiffening up again under your touch. “This is why I like you so much. You’re so thoughtful.”
“Please don’t touch my hair.”
Megumi was complaining, his shoulders raised beside his ears while he scowled at you, but the way a small, almost inaudible purr left his lips said otherwise. He didn’t want you touching his hair – only because he was shy and it would be the death of him if you saw how easily flustered he was around you.
Thankfully, you showered mercy upon him, raising your hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, we should go back to class now.”
Megumi sighed in relief, content for now to walk you all the way back to class as you talked about your day. He wasn’t actually listening, but a stupid smile was there on his face, anyway. He likened the sound of your voice to those of birds chirping and sunshine waking – and he felt like he was the fresh earth you always kissed.
“You’re going to burn a hole in her if you keep staring at her like that.”
“Shut up,” Megumi averted his eyes away from you, stabbing his yogurt with his plastic fork. A part of him felt annoyed that you just had to look so pretty today, your bright voice filling in the cafeteria that put his constant sour mood to shame. The stark difference between you two made Megumi sigh in his seat, abandoning his fork as he leaned back. There was no way you’d like him back. “I wasn’t looking at anyone.”
“Ugh, why are boys so creepy? Staring at Y/N like that, ew.”
Yuuji ignored Nobara’s comment, and for once, Megumi let it slide when Nobara stealed his untouched yogurt. “Why don’t you just tell her you like her? She’s literally the sweetest person ever – the chances of her turning you down are low!”
Nobara snorted, “Yeah, but if the sweetest girl in school rejects you, that’s really humiliating. That would mean she likes everyone but you.”
Satoru popped out of nowhere – that stupid blindfolded bastard who started all this – his arms looped around Yuuji’s neck whose entire face illuminated at having his favourite teacher around. “I think the scary-looking Megumi-chan is actually just too shy to be confess,” he wiggled his eyebrows, pointing a finger fun to Megumi’s deadly narrowed gaze. “Can you believe it? My dark, brooding student is hopelessly in love with the cute, sunshine girl next door that he’s so scared around her? Isn’t that so adorable—”
“Everyone shut up!” he hissed through gritted teeth, “I’m not scared of anyone or anything.”
“Then tell her you like her.”
“Fine, I will.”
“I bet you ten dollars he won’t do it,” Satoru whispered, the two students who shared one brain cell beside him nodding eagerly.
“I said I will!”
“Good morning, Megumi! Come in, come in,” you ushered him in once he stood frozen at your door, his hands now awkwardly clutching his own notes. “You can take a seat on the bed.”
Megumi wasn’t nervous of the fact this was his first time visiting a girl’s room, but rather because it was yours, and each part of your room resembled you greatly. From the organized and clean space, but the noticeable adorable little trinkets and polaroids of you with everyone sticking on the wall, he could feel your entire soul living in that room. When his eyes landed on an old photo of you holding up the peace sign and noticed for the first time he was standing in the background, unaware he was captured in the frame, Megumi inhaled sharply.
Had you pretended to take a selfie just to see him there?
No, he shook his head, there was just no way. He really couldn’t ponder about it long enough because you’d dragged him by the sleeve until he was sitting right next to you, the fresh scent of your body wash making him feel stunningly warm inside his clothes even when the windows were open.
The whole time, Megumi couldn’t absorb a single thing you were saying.
He was just too distracted by everything about you – the way your lips moved when you spoke, how you’d tuck back a stray hair behind your ear, even to the way your mouth would form an ‘o’ shape as you learned something new. No, he couldn’t focus at all.
Megumi has lost count of the times he’d wiped his shaky, sweaty palms on the pads of his sweatpants, hitching his breath every time you leaned close to him to glance at his notes.
At this rate, he’d be the loser in your little competition. It was just impossible for him to focus on anything else.
“Megumi?” you waved your hands in front of him. When it wasn’t enough to get his attention, you resorted to flicking his forehead and he yelped, rubbing at the sore spot. He faced you, a complaint ready to be spoken when his eyes widened at the sudden lack of proximity, your nose booping against his. “Hello, Megumi? I’ve asked you the same question twice now and you haven’t answered yet.”
As nicely as he could, he pushed your face away, his heart thumping loudly when you laughed as you went back to your own space. “Sorry, could you repeat that? I wasn’t really listening.”
“Yeah, I can tell, you were just staring at me the whole time,” you held your phone up in front of your face, checking your reflection on the screen on different angles. He watched, enchanted by how gorgeous you looked no matter what side. “Is there something on my face...? I’ve been checking non-stop and I don’t see anything weird.”
Megumi swallowed nervously, “There’s nothing wrong with your face. I just can’t focus. You’re too close and I-I can smell you.”
“Do I smell bad?!”
“No, you don’t! You smell really sweet!”
“Aw, thanks! You smell sexy too,” you winked at him, wiggling your shoulders as if to share your scent with him. Megumi’s eyes widened when your shoulder rubbed against his, and he recoiled, arm placed over his nose to hide his emotions that were a train wreck right now.
“Sexy?” he spluttered, “Why would you say – me – sexy? You’re so weird, Y/N. You shouldn’t say stuff like that.”
You patted his thigh in a manner that should be comforting, but the teasing smile on your face only had him wanting to jump out the window even more. Then, you stood up and stretched the material of your shirt riding up until he caught sight of your navel. Megumi turned away and closed his eyes, cheeks trapped between his teeth. “We should take a break. Treat’s on me – where do you want to go?”
“Err,” he scratched the back of his head.
“Oh, don’t look too worried, it’s a weekend. Plus, Gojo-Sensei isn’t around to bother us or something.”
“You...you want to go out...” he drawled out slowly, tentatively, surely – just to make sure that he was hearing it right. “...with me?”
“Yeah, I did just ask where you want to go.”
“Oh,” Megumi nodded with a blank face. Then, your words sank in, and he folded his knees to his chest to hide his face and his sickly sweet smile, the butterflies in his stomach progressing into a fucking zoo. “Oh.”
“Are you sick? You’re so red,” your palm connected with his heated forehead, “Megumi, you’re burning! Should I take you to Ieri-san?”
“No, no, I’m fine,” he pushed your hand away, still repudiating to look you in the eye. He just couldn’t, not when you were too inquisitive and he could easily give a dead clue before he got the chance to properly confess. “I mean, I don’t really have a certain place in mind. I’ll go wherever you want to go.”
He should’ve noticed it then – the mischievous glint in your eye that told him you weren’t up to no good. But because his knees always weakened around you, Megumi agreed way too eagerly than he’d like. “Just make sure you don’t regret it, okay? There’s something I’ve always been wanting to try but I never got the chance to and no one wanted to go with me, so you’ll be my willing victim!” And so, half an hour later, Megumi’s jaw dropped as the chill of the arena nipped at his skin. You didn’t even tell him to bring a jacket. “Ta-da!”
“Ice skating?”
You nodded happily, dragging him all the way to the shoe fittings. “It’s going to be fun, come on!”
“But I don’t know how to.”
“Neither do I!” Megumi wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t know how to. No matter how much he tried so hard to learn, he just couldn’t balance himself. The sound of your laughter that let him know you enjoyed this way too much reached his ears as he glared at the ice, his ears red either from the cold or the humiliation of being an utter failure in front of you, of all people! “Need some help there, buddy?”
“I’m fine, thanks for asking. And no, I can do this by myself.”
You masked your chuckle with a snicker, squatting to watch as he struggled to heave himself up back to his feet. “Really? You’ve fallen like, a hundred times now.”
“Shut up. Humans aren’t naturally supposed to do this anyway. We don’t have a human instinct to be upright – whoa!” Megumi slipped again from the ice, this time knocking you down with him. Instead of it being romantic where you two ended up gazing at each other with love in your eyes, your eyes widened into saucers as his elbow landed into your belly, crushing the wind out of your body.
“Ow!”
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to – ugh, this is why I said it was a bad idea!”
All the way back home, Megumi was still entirely convinced it was a bad idea. You were limping beside him, having to use his bicep as a crutch with your head resting on his shoulder. You and your stupid ideas, really, now you were injured and sprained your ankle from the fall. Instead of worrying about your own safety, you only slapped your knee in laughter as the medics fixed you up, still in disbelief that Megumi had fallen a lot of times yet came out unscathed.
“Megumi~ are you still mad at me? Why won’t you talk to me?” you pouted, squeezing his bicep to get his attention.
“It’s because I told you it was dangerous. Look at you – your knees are all scraped and your legs are all wobbly. We’ve still got a long way back home.”
“Maybe you should carry me then.”
“C-carry you?”
“Yeah, so I don’t fall,” you snorted, pointing to your shoeless ankle covered in bandages. “I mean, it was your fault I’m injured. If you hadn’t fallen for me, then this wouldn’t have happened.”
Fallen for you? Did you know that he – ? Megumi’s head snapped to yours so hard he nearly had whiplash, but the only thing he could focus on was the pounding of drums within his chest. “F-fall? How did you know?”
“Megumi, you literally fell on top of me. Don’t think I’ve forgotten already.”
That had him blinking back, his face flattening into a blank expression. Then, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stopped in his tracks. “Sometimes I forget you’re terribly naive.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing. Now get on,” With burning cheeks and a heart that fluttered way too much than what was considered healthy, Megumi squatted down to the ground, patting his back with a groan. You less than jumped into his arms, a little too excited to get a piggyback ride and Megumi expressed his faux distress with a groan. You only pinched his ear and told him to pay you back for your injuries, which made him complain again.
In the end, he was just happy you couldn’t see how much he struggled to hide his smile then, for if you saw it, you’d surely believe he was crazy.
Or so he thought. By the time you’d gotten back to the dorms, you were long passed out on his back. There was a small patch of drool on the back of his shirt and he shuddered, then wiped it away by whispering to himself, it’s okay – as long as it’s you.
Padding back to the dorms wasn’t as difficult as he thought it would be, considering everyone was almost asleep or out to the city as well.
Megumi gently laid you down on the bed, wrapping the blanket around you and making sure your head was comfortable on the pillow. He stayed there for a solid minute, just staring and memorizing your pretty features until he felt confident he could draw it upon memory. Not wanting to be creepy though, he cleared his throat, about to leave the room when your fingers tugged at his wrist.
“Megumi,” you moaned sleepily, “Don’t go. It’s too cold.”
“I’ll get you another blanket.”
“No, stay,” you whined, patting the space next to you. “Please?”
“To sleep here with you?” he asked, baffled and at the same time elated. The last thing he wanted to be was a pervert and he’d never outright admit that his thoughts of you hadn’t always been giggles and rainbows, but he pushed those down, reminding himself that this is you – he respected you above all else. His self restraint slowly thinned though, whatnot with you pouting up at him like that.
Megumi groaned and took off his shoes anyway, planting himself beside you. “This is insane. I think I’m losing my mind,” he muttered to himself. “Move over and make space for me,” you obediently followed his command, using his bicep as a pillow while your cheek squished against his chest. He wondered how you weren’t bothered by his heart’s beating, or maybe it soothed you to sleep because you were falling deeper and deeper asleep, burying yourself in his arms. “God, this is so uncomfortable. I feel like I’m crushing you—”
“So warm,” you cut him off, his mind turning completely mental as he felt your lips pad over his chin. “Goodnight, Megumi.”
How did you expect him to sleep now?
But as soon as you’d settled and only your stabled breathing could be heard from the room, Megumi’s eyes began to droop as well, and it didn’t take long before his arms relaxed around you, lazily pulling the covers up to cover the both of you.
He’ll tell you another time.
“MEGUMI!” you pushed through everyone and showed him your paper, the bold red mark of 100 glaring back at him. Before he could respond, you stole his test paper from him, laughing at the sad 98 that showed. “Ah, I won!” In the blink of an eye, you’d tackled him to the ground, your knees keeping his legs locked underneath you, test papers flying around the field. Your hands were relentless and brutal as it ran and poked up his sides, eliciting squeaky little gasps from him.
“Stop, stop!” Megumi doubled over in laughter, keeping his feet flat on the ground to prevent himself from accidentally kneeing you. He’d hurt you enough during the ice skating dilemma – he didn’t want to cause you anymore injuries. “No, stop!”
“I won, Megumi, I won! Face the tickle monster!”
“I said stop or else!” he warned, completely aware that he wasn’t as threatening or serious as he wanted to be when tears leaked from his eyes, his laughter embarrassingly giggly and high pitched.
“Or what, loser?”
“I’ll kiss you until you shut up!”
“That’s adorable, but let’s see you try!” you kept tickling his sides, the both of you completely oblivious that the rest of your classmates – your teacher who was more than supportive of this pairing included – were hiding behind a bush, their phones whipped out to capture each second of this moment. “Loser!”
As you mocked him one more time that you wouldn’t stop tickling “losers,” Megumi had to draw the line. Using all his strength, he flipped you over until you were underneath him, the sheer force of the impact keeping you nestled between his arms.
Both of you were panting, but this time his breath was taken away from how beautiful you looked under him like that. Such innocent eyes staring back up at him, but don’t think for a moment he didn’t notice how your eyes trailed over his lips. He knew – because he was doing the same, his grip subconsciously gripping harder at your wrists. If he leaned down...
“This is taking too long!” someone whined from behind the bushes, tips of white hair peaking from the plant. “Just kiss her already!”
Both of you turned at the source of the voice, simultaneously shouting, “Gojo-sensei?!”
“Don’t be shy, Megumi-kun! Just tell her already or I’ll tell her myself.”
“Tell me what?”
Now that your face was peering up at him, he knew he was trapped. Cornered. Megumi closed his eyes, hands trembling and losing their grip around you as he was confronted by the situation. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner,” he fumbled over his words, “But I...I actually—”
“Boring! What kind of confession is this? Say it louder and clearer or she won’t be impressed! Is that how a man does it, Megumi-kun? You can do better—”
“All of you, shut the fuck up!” he roared to his peers who only cackled around the bushes, Yuuji and Gojo-sensei doubling over in laughter while Toge bit his collar to stop the gleeful sounds leaving his mouth. Irritation and humiliation bubbling up in his chest, Megumi finally found the courage to confess. “I like you, okay? I’ve always had a crush—”
You sat up to wrap your arms around his neck, silencing him with a sloppy kiss. At first, your lips kissed the edges of his mouth before Megumi groaned, his large hand clasping the back of your neck to guide you to where he wanted you to be. Smiling through the kiss, you pulled away, rubbing your nose on him affectionately. “Me too, Megumi,” you giggled, “I like you too. Actually, no, I fell in love the moment you almost broke your nose on the ice—” he cut you off by kissing you again, his grip on your waist threatening, “Hey, no fair, I was still confessing!”
“I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ll kiss you to make you shut up,” his confidence had now risen up, all traces of the shy Megumi now gone. “Now tell me that again. Tell me you like me.”
“Okay, but can I get another kiss?”
“You’ll be spoiled rotten.”
“I think I deserve it, don’t you think? I’m pretty cute – you’re lucky you get to kiss—” Megumi tugged you by your collar to slam your lips on his, his teeth nibbling at your lower lip. You tugged at his hair playfully and laughed, slapping his shoulder gently to tap out. “Fine, fine. I like you too!”
“Say it again. Please.”
“Not so shy now, eh, Megumi?” Satoru teased for the final time, and Megumi was so close to bursting a vein in his neck when his teacher showed up from the bushes, sexily posing on the grass as he winked at the both of you.
“SHUT UP!”
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haikyuu boys in your typical romance cliche
warnings: mention of alcohol and language
note: female reader insert
oikawa tooru — as the typical popular frat boy that you happen to stumble into because you were so damn wasted of alcohol or vodka. you happen to be invited in the biggest frat party ever and you didn’t know whether you should be thankful or ashamed that you gained freedom and liveliness for a short period of time or squashing your face on the chest of the gorgeous oikawa tooru? perhaps the latter. oikawa know you because you were one of those university girl that never gave a damn about him and in instant he grew fond and interested with you. he actually finds it cute to see you all puffy and red because of alcohol but other than that he isn’t gonna let you go this time, never, especially in this state of yours. he’s that typical cliche where he’ll pull your hair up while you throw out in the bathroom while caressing your back gently and wiping off your temples with his handkerchief.
akaashi keiji — is the classmate that is really intimidating yet hot at the same time? you think you were quite lucky that you were assigned to seat beside him but the moment you gathered your things to move beside him, you can almost feel the weight of the piercing gaze of your classmates. anyways, you got assigned in a school project with him and he offers you his place since the school is bound to close at six and your place is not that appealing much either. so you both walked to his house and you can see the little things he does for you like pressing his body closer to your side when a creepy guy walks across or the ghost of his touch from your back when you both crossed the pedestrian or the way his hands slightly raises your bag cause he knows it’s heavy judging by your slouching. and when the young night passes away, he starts talking about his life and you too, until one moment he confesses that he really admires you, so much.
yamaguchi tadashi — you know yamaguchi and you’re good friends with him since you both live in the quiet neighborhood of sendai. you really love his freckles and usually compare them to constellations that makes him go flustered with his flyaway hair sticking up. he likes you but he’s just so meek and decides to never voice out his feelings. so yamaguchi is part of the photography club and is assigned to take a picture of a subject that is dear to them. and when he walked in the corridors all he could think off was just you. and so he did. you asked him while laughing, as to why he keeps on taking your pictures when you’re not a celebrity yourself, jokingly. but his answer left you off guard especially when he said, “my adviser told me to capture something so beautiful and i think it’s you.”
kageyama tobio — he’s that boy that no matter how much he wanted to go home and rest, he’ll always wait for you patiently at your lockers despite you asking him to head first because you still have committee work after school. then one moment after the adviser has finished the meeting, you’re shocked to see him leaning against your locker while drinking in from his milk. the moonlight is already shining through the window panels; making his skin glimmer marvelously. you’ll just stare at him dubiously; not knowing what to say. and you feel yourself falling down crazily for him; heart’s erratic. because he waited for two hours at the lockers just to walk you home, even though you told him not to. and you know he’s impatient as fuck but there he is, waiting and snatching you bag away from you. he’ll give you a stare and flickers your forehead while saying, ‘idiot, you think I’ll let you walk home, alone?’ and you’ll just pull his blazer down to capture his lips and he’ll blush so hard lmaoo
kuroo tetsurou — that transferee student everyone is talking about. with his dark hair, tall frame, and noted muscles— every girl is crazy about him. he is assigned to seat behind you; at the back by the window. and everything just spiralled down to complete euphoria, even you didn’t see it coming. he doesn’t talk much to your classmates. often dismissing a budding interaction from some girls. and it took you by surprise when he asked you for a pen because he left his pencil case in his friend (you heard him tell you his friend’s name, kenma it is?) and it just happen so quickly. everyday he’ll leave you sticky notes in your table with his messy handwriting saying how beautiful you are than the sun, or go out with me? with a little smile on the side. sometimes, you can feel him playing with your hair or reaching out to hold your hand underneath the table while the teacher is writing on the blackboard.
hinata shoyo — hinata will be that cliche where he will buy a cupcake because he could remember that it is one of your favorites. often running to your place because he missed the bus and will arrive at your place; his hair all messy and fluffy, panting, with his skin slightly flushed and glimmering with perspiration. or will let you cry on his shirt and won’t mind you soiling it despite the shirt being all new and crispy. he couldn’t bring himself to care to be honest, because his only concern is to make you feel better despite having his shirt all wrinkled and damp from your tears.
bokuto kotaru — is that typical boyfriend that would literally walk you down to your room despite his room being two buildings away from yours. he’s that dedicated. that every vacant period, he’ll fetch you off and lead you down to his department’s botanical garden. or will eat lunch with you in your room. or spending together in the library. he’s as fresh as lilies. young as the night. no matter how hard you cajole that you can walk yourself and he shouldn’t bother, he wouldn’t allow you. and will always carry your bag for you even though you can manage to carry it for yourself. he is also that kind of cliche where he’ll ask his professor is he needs something from your building and volunteers to get it for them just to visit you in you room. excusing you from your class and won’t say anything but just steal a peck from you a make a dash towards the faculty room with a proud smirk painting his face cause he rendered you speechless and flustered, again.
tsukishima kei — is that typical cold guy in campus that everyone is lowkey scared of. you were asked by your biology teacher to borrow the books for the class’s current lesson from the library on the spot you took a beeline for the shelves as fast as you could. but for fuck’s sake all the books were placed at the topmost part of the science shelves. you stood there for a good minute while glaring at the books overhead. you know you were damned for good since there are no chairs nearby that are available and the librarian is nowhere to be seen. you stomped you feet in annoyance until you felt a looming presence behind you. a tall one. and the person smells of fresh vanillas as well. when you turned around, you saw tsukishima grabbing the books at ease and handing it to you and stalked away. you thanked him quietly but it was enough for kei to hear and he wasn’t wrong when he thinks you we’re cute while struggling to get those books on top of you.
iwaizumi hajime — that boy you hated to the core. you didn’t know why but he just goes right after your nerve. pressing of your buttons. iwaizumi is the bugbear of your life. yet for him, you’re the fucking cutest person he ever met in his life. and he doesn’t know why you’re so annoyed with his whole existence. but one time, he decided to play it off and decided to push your buttons more. there’s a debate in your class and he stood up to contradict your claims. and basically everyone could feel the sexual tension arising in the air, yet they didn’t utter a word. iwaizumi thinks you’re so hot when your mad and whenever you put an emphasis to him name. or the cliche where he yanked your arm when you’re about to leave the room just to playfully lean in your face, while whispering, ‘you’re so difficult, yet you’re making me want you more’ e2l, pls.
kozume kenma — kenma is that typical boy that doesn’t allow people to play his console or his psp because it is something dear and precious to him. not even kuroo. no matter how his teammates beg to ask him for just one game, he’ll never allow except for you ;) to the point you don’t have to ask him, sometimes he’ll be the one to offer and let you play the recent game he just purchased lol
— part two will be posted soon! hope you guys like this,, i just started this yesterday with my love, @fratboyjae while we were casually throwing out cute blurbs to each other LOL HAHA. requests are currently open, send them in! love lots!
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instead of you [part eighteen]
pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader
summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.
warnings: swearing, mentions of +sex
word count: 2k
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“Sam and I will take the bunk beds.”
The room was a decent size. It was definitely bigger than Sam’s dad had made it sound. A large window on the back wall flooded the space with natural light and offered a view of the city below. By the door was a small fridge and a countertop with a sink and a couple of burners built in so that guests could cook their own meals. There was a queen sized bed jutting out from the western-facing wall and built into the adjacent wall were two twin-sized bunks, one on top of the other, making the room feel... cozy.
Harry and Tom traded looks with each other.
“Kidding.”
The boys visibly relaxed and chuckled awkwardly.
“If I ever have to share a bed with Tom again it’ll be too soon,” Harry sighed.
“Is that any way to treat your big brother?” Tom scoffed.
“I’m taller than you.”
“For now.”
“The fuck’s that supposed to mean? You’re twenty-five, you’re done growing.”
Tom shrugged. “Yeah, but I could always make you shorter.”
“Oh, what are you going to do, cut my legs off?” Harry challenged.
“I never said that.”
“Jesus Christ guys,” Sam said, finally cutting in. “Can we not threaten each other until we’ve had at least a few hours of sleep?”
“Whatever,” his twin grumbled, kicking off his shoes by the door.
Tom slung his backpack onto the top bunk and pulled his sweatshirt off over his head, exposing a strip of his stomach in the process. You looked away instinctively, hoping that you hadn’t drawn any attention to yourself while doing so.
“You always get the top bunk,” Harry whined.
“Yeah, because I’m older.”
“That’s not fair!”
“My brothers are actually ten years old,” Sam explained to you, raising his voice so that you could hear him over the bickering.
“No, I think ten-year-olds know how to take turns,” you said dismissively, not missing the glares from the other two Hollands.
“You’re right,” Sam agreed. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and sighed. “Reminds me of the family vacations we used to take. The six of us used to share one hotel room when we traveled.”
“Four boys... I don’t know how your mom did it.”
“None of us do.”
“I thought we were going to sleep,” Harry muttered from where he was already laying down on the bottom bunk, clearly irritated.
“Give us a minute to settle in, dude,” Sam shot back before dropping into a whisper. “It’s going to be a long week.”
You shook your head, putting your hands on his shoulders. “Everyone’s just cranky because they’re tired,” you reasoned. “We’ll get some sleep and then grab some food and then maybe they’ll be in a better mood.”
“You don’t know them like I do,” Sam warned.
“That’s true, but won’t they tone it down since I’m here?”
Sam snorted. “Wishful thinking.”
You rolled your eyes. “Whatever, I’m going to hop in the shower. I feel gross after being on a plane for so long.”
“I’ll go after you,” Sam replied with a nod. “Let me know if you need anything.”
You thanked him with a kiss under the watchful eyes of his brothers who both groaned in protest.
“Oh, fuck off,” Sam growled against your lips.
“By the way, sharing a bed doesn’t mean you get to mess around because I don’t want to hear that shit.”
“Harry!” Sam and Tom shouted, Tom going as far as throwing a pillow at his younger brother from the top bunk.
“Just being honest! We heard you going at it like rabbits when you had your own room, and I didn’t say anything about it then-”
“Harry.” To your surprise, it was Tom who cut him off, raising another pillow in warning. Thankfully, Harry took the hint that time and shut up, crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance.
You smiled to yourself with the knowledge that your little Easy A stunt had worked, and looked over to see that Sam was wearing a matching smirk. He winked at you before turning to glare at his brothers.
“On that note, I’m going to shower,” you said, mostly to Sam, and made your way over to where you had dropped your suitcase by the door.
You gathered a set of pajamas to change into and then wandered into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind you. It was one of those rolling doors so you had to be extra careful not to knock it off its hinges or the track and cause even more noise than necessary. You set your change of clothes on the counter next to the sink and began to undress, leaving your worn clothes on the floor.
The shower was kept in a room separate from the room with the sink and vanity, something you had read was common for Japanese washrooms. Inside the second room was a bathtub with a complicated looking panel next to it. With a closer inspection you determined it was used to fill the bath with water and customize the temperature. The showerhead was secured to the wall just to the side of the tub which meant you would have to hold it while you showered, but you didn’t mind. You were used to holding the showerhead for... other reasons.
Your shower was quick. You didn’t want to take too long when you knew other people were waiting for it. You were drained too. Even as you dried yourself off with a towel you could feel your arms start to get heavier.
You wrapped your hair in your towel and put on your pajamas shortly after, trying not to cringe at the way the fabric clung to your still-damp body. Usually you wouldn’t get dressed in the bathroom right after taking a shower because it was always so humid and sticky, you’d go out in the bedroom to do it, but as Sam’s girlfriend the latter wasn’t an option. So you dealt with the discomfort and ventured back into the main room.
It was dark now. Someone, you assumed Sam, had pulled the blackout curtains shut so that the daylight could no longer stream through the window. Harry was already fast asleep, but Tom and Sam were still awake, scrolling through their phones on their respective sides of the room.
Sam was perched on top of your bed, resting comfortably. He wasn’t underneath the covers, probably because he knew you didn’t like to share a bed with someone who hadn’t showered.
He smiled when he saw you and pushed himself up onto his elbows.
“Shower’s all yours,” you said.
“Thanks.”
You watched him rifle through his suitcase for pajamas and then eventually disappear into the bathroom before finally flinging yourself onto the bed. You still needed to take your hair out of the towel and brush your teeth, but you took a moment to just. Lay there.
Tom didn’t acknowledge you, hadn’t so much as looked at you since you came out of the bathroom, but you still found yourself looking over to him.
At the airport he had seemed at least a little concerned that he would have to share a room with you. Even in the cab to the hotel he kept sneaking glances at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. But now he looked completely relaxed and you were second guessing yourself. Maybe you’d been projecting. Maybe he hadn’t been anxious at all.
You, on the other hand, felt like you hadn’t been able to exhale since Dom had announced that you’d be sharing a room with Sam’s brothers.
It had dawned on you as soon as you stepped into the hotel room that you’d never be able to let your guard down. Before this point you had at least been able to take breaks, retreat to your hotel room with Sam and be yourselves without worrying that one of his family members was around. You hadn’t needed to keep up the act 24/7, but now you had no other choice. It was only for a week, but you knew it was going to be exhausting. You weren’t even sure that your current performance was believable, and that was without all of the more intimate interactions couples had in private. The good night kisses, the cuddling in bed together, falling asleep in each other's arms, the good morning kisses, all things you’d have to take into consideration. Most couples you knew moved in harmony, like they were one person, half of a whole. You and Sam were more like the hands on a clock. You were always moving in the same direction, and once in a while you’d overlap, but more often than not you were facing each other on completely opposite sides of the clock. It was what made you such good friends. Best friends. But what would make you terrible lovers.
To be fair, a lot of people misunderstood your dynamic, which you had been using to your advantage. They assumed that since you were always together you were basically the same person- and they weren’t necessarily wrong. You and Sam spent a majority of your time together. You knew each other well enough to finish each other’s sentences, to voice aloud what the other was thinking before they even said it.
The vibration of your phone next to you disrupted your train of thought. It was a text from Sam.
Can you come here rq? I need help lol.
Confused, you pushed back the covers and stood up. You dropped your phone back on the bed and walked over to the bathroom, keenly aware of the way Tom stiffened in his bed.
You rolled back the door and found Sam standing in his boxers next to the tub.
“What is it?” you asked, shutting the door behind you.
“How did you figure out the shower? I can’t get the water to be hot.”
“This is what you called me in here for?” you said, exasperation dripping from your voice.
“Yes! I don’t want to take a cold shower.” He said it like it should’ve been obvious.
“Did you try messing with the knobs? That’s how I figured it out.”
Sam’s cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as he pursed his lips, thinking about how to answer.
“Not all of them,” he admitted.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Sorry?”
“It’s the one on the left, dumbass,” you said and twisted the knob for him.
“Thanks,” he mumbled sheepishly. “I just didn’t want to fuck up the shower or anything.”
Men, you thought to yourself shaking your head.
“I’m going to bed,” you told him. “Before your brothers think I’m in here giving you head or something.”
“Let them think what they want,” he said, shrugging it off.
“I want to preserve what little amount of respect they have for me, thanks.”
Sam just chuckled and thanked you again as you let yourself out into the room with the sink. While you were there you hung up your wet towel and brushed your teeth with your finger and the toothpaste the hotel provided. You were too lazy to go get your toothbrush out of your bag.
“That was fast.”
You jumped, hand racing to your heart when you realized it was just Tom. He was still in his bed, but had rolled onto one side so that he could talk to you.
“You scared the shit out of me!” you hissed.
“Sorry.” He didn’t sound very sorry. “What did my brother want?”
God damn it, Sam.
“Why do you ask?”
Tom shrugged. “Just wondering.”
“He needed help figuring out the shower,” you explained.
“Glad he has you for that.”
You narrowed your eyes at the boy in the top bunk. He was trying to get under your skin. Why?
The ball was in your court. You could be the bigger person and let it go, or-
“He has me for a lot of things.” You pushed your tongue against your cheek so that there was a visible outline and brought your fist up to your mouth, moving it back and forth subtly so that he’d get the idea without being too obscene. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?"
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Always You | JJK (Drabble#8)
Summary: You and Jungkook try something new.
Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader
Genre:, SMUT
Word count: 2.7k
Warnings: oral (male and female receiving.), vaginal and anal fingering, quick titty fuck, cum eating, anal sex (unprotected), slight degradation (jk calls oc a slut, whoops), mention of threesome
Notes: Something a little on the dirty side lol hope you guys enjoy! Remember requests for drabble ideas are open! Lets chat:)
Taglist: @seagulljk @fancycollectormoon @justinetingball
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Jungkook’s hands slide in your hair, softly massaging your scalp as you kiss down his chest. It’s been a long work week and Jungkook feels empty without your touch, he feels lost and down when he goes more than a day without you. You two have been planning this night for several weeks but the timing never worked out. He or you always returned home completely exhausted and barely making it to one another’s lips. But tonight you both feel well rested and ready to enjoy the touch of the other.
“You’re sure about this right baby?” his soft, calm voice makes you feel warm inside. You continue to kiss down his stomach, his muscles tensing as you leave light, fluttering kisses across his sensitive skin.
“I practically begged for this, didn’t I?” You lift your head to smile at him and he tightens his grip on your hair, forcing you down lower.
“Good.”
Finally, your lips make it to the head of his cock…you wrap them around his tip and start to lightly suck making him roll his head back in satisfaction.
“Make sure you take the whole thing…get it all wet, soak it in your spit.” He purrs, moving your head up and down his length as you take him deeper.
You moan in response, closing your eyes as you start sucking on his cock, only to open them seconds later to gaze into his half lidded eyes.
“My girl is so fucking good.” Jungkook breathes out, “Taking my cock so fucking well.”
You start sucking harder on his swollen length, making him shudder. Jungkook controls the speed with his hands in your hair, the pace nice and slow.
“Gonna fuck those tits.” He grits out. “Then gonna fuck that pretty ass.” He moves your head a little faster now, “Because it’s what my baby girl wants, right?”
“Mhm.” You hum around his member, licking it, sucking it, getting it drenched. He pulls your head back, his cock popping out of your mouth as drool slides down the corner of your lips.
“You’re so pretty my love.” Jungkook guides you higher on the bed, laying you on your side as he gets ready to position himself. He lays on his side as well as he holds his cock to your breasts. He lets go to reach out for them, groaning when he squeezes them and jiggles them around.
“Love these.” He whispers, “Gonna get my cum all over you, right baby?”
“Jungkook…” you moan, reaching for his cock but he slaps your hand away.
“No, you hold on to these, squeeze them around me.” He instructs as he leads your hands to grab a hold of your tits. “Spit down your chest baby.”
You let a long string of saliva slide down the valley of your breasts and Jungkook slides his cock between your tits, you push your breasts together and he moans out with how pillowy soft they are against him.
“This is going to feel heavenly.” He says so quietly, you barely hear him. “So fucking good.”
He thrusts up between your tits, his cock easily sliding from how wet it is and he whines.
“Fucking amazing…fuck, fuck.” He starts fucking your tits now, sliding between them with a greater force. “Spit some more baby.”
Your saliva drips down your chest and onto his cock, you can see how desperate he is and it has you clenching around nothing.
“Feels good?” you breathe out roughly, “Wanna come all over my tits babe?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Jungkook keeps his eyes down, he watches as the head of his cock peaks through every time he thrusts forward. He stays like this for several minutes, his cries of pleasure ringing in your ears and you could not be more satisfied.
“I want your cock so bad!” you yell out, “Want you to fuck me!”
“I will baby, fuck…just a little more…fuck, fuck, fuck.”
You spit down on his cock again, the valley of your breasts slick with your saliva as he pushes his cock in and out between your tits. His hips are working so fucking hard, one hand on your waist and the other in your hair. He starts to fuck your tits so quickly, his eyes slamming shut as he rolls his head back. You feel his cum shoot out of him, some dripping down your chin and throat, some oozing all over the tops of your breasts.
Jungkook opens his eyes to look at the mess he made as he slows down. You let go of your boobs, his cock freed from the soft suffocation. He squeezes his eyes shut again and a wide smile makes its way on his face. He opens them, his gaze on you as he leans down slightly to meet you for a kiss. His hand cups your jaw, his fingers getting sticky with the mess he made but he doesn’t care. As he kisses you, his hand travels down your jaw to your throat, he wipes up the mess and pulls back from you.
“Eat.” He commands with a smirk, lifting his fingers to your lips. He pushes past them and your tongue swirls against his long fingers, licking the mess, eating his cum.
“Good. Leave the rest of my cum on you.”
Jungkook goes down your body until he is between your legs, he spreads them apart as he takes a look at your dripping pussy.
“All this is for me, right?” he asks with big, doe eyes.
“Yes baby, it’s all for you.” You assure him, spreading your legs wider. “All of me is for you.”
“This is for me too?” he lifts your legs up until your ass is off the bed and he lightly spanks it. You can’t help but giggle as you nod your head and say yes.
“Good, because tonight I am truly going to make it mine.” He purrs again, lowering your legs. He takes one leg and starts kissing up it, starting at your calf until you feel his lips on your inner thigh. He stares at you with dark eyes the entire time, but you can see they are so full of love.
“No more teasing, I want you.” You whine.
“Baby I have to make you as comfortable as possible, okay?” he continues kissing you. He finally leans down and attaches his mouth to your clit and you immediately groan out, the sensation so powerful as he sucks and licks on it. Your bundle of nerves were aching for his touch, aching for his tongue, aching for him.
“Aaaahhh…” you moan out, slowly closing your eyes. “So good baby.”
Jungkook continues to dance his tongue over your needy pussy and then you feel the welcome intrusion of his fingers in your hole. He gets his fingers nice and soaked before he’s leaving your center and heading lower…his fingers play at your ass now. He uses his pointer finger to circle around your tight hole, trying to relax you as much as possible.
“I’m going to enter a finger now, okay?” he says, lifting his face from your cunt, “It’s going to feel good, I promise.”
“Okay…” you moan, “Please.”
Jungkook lowers his head again, but his eyes remain on you as he slowly starts to push his finger in your tight hole, you whimper at the tense feeling. He starts licking your clit again to distract you as he pushes it further and further. He stops to gauge how you are feeling, his eyes still on you. You look so fucked out, your face expressing true bliss so he starts to slowly, very slowly thrust his finger in and out of you.
“Ah.” You tense, but you welcome the new sensation. “You can add another…”
Jungkook smirks, feeling very proud of you for adjusting so quickly…he slowly adds in another finger and starts pushing in and out of you more quickly, curling his fingers in a way that has you feeling a new type of pleasure.
You aren’t sure if this pleasure if strictly because you love being intimate with Jungkook, if it’s because being nasty with him turns you the fuck on or because it actually just feels good.
Jungkook continues to eat you out as he fucks his fingers into your hole, you feel so full this way.
“Can I try to add a third?” Jungkook breathes out roughly, “It might be a good idea…before you take my cock.”
“I-I don’t know…” you whimper out honestly. “Stay like this for a while, please.”
Jungkook nods his head in understanding. He continues to fuck your hole with his fingers as he dives back in to eat your pussy.
“Jungkook, Jungkook.” You moan. “I’m close.” You warn as he licks your most sensitive spot faster. You curl your toes as you feel your orgasm coming, your hands reach for Jungkook’s hair and you shove him deeper into your pussy. “Good boy.” You whisper and then it hits you. The tension snaps as you start coming all over his tongue. He slows his fingers as well as you start coming down from your climax.
“Gonna focus on this pretty ass now, okay?” Jungkook finally adds a third finger, you gasp when you feel it. He slowly starts pushing all three fingers in and out, your legs shake as he does so.
Jungkook does this for a long while, prepping and stretching your hole. You finally start to feel a bit more comfortable, moaning and groaning as his fingers fuck you.
“I’m-I’m ready…let’s try.” You breathe out harsh breaths, “Baby I want you to fuck me.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook slows his fingers, “Want me to fuck you in the ass?”
“Please.”
Jungkook’s fingers leave your hole and he helps you to your knees, you fall forward in his arms and he kisses you, long and hard. His lips smacking roughly against your own, his hands squeezing your ass cheeks.
“Gonna fuck you from behind, okay?” He asks, making sure you are still comfortable with everything.
“Yes sir.” You wink, getting on your hands and knees in front of him. You wiggle your ass and call for him. “Fuck me, Jungkook.” You beg, “Fuck me so fucking well.”
Jungkook feels his cock swelling in pleasure, the thought of being inside your tight hole has him wanting to fill it up with his cum.
“Of course baby.” He sighs out, “Gonna fuck you.” He grabs the lube on the nightstand and lathers his dick with it. He positions himself behind you and leans down to kiss the skin of your back.
“I’m sorry if this hurts my love, but you can take it right?”
“Yes!” you cry out when you feel his tip circling around your hole, “Just do it baby.”
Jungkook starts to push through, his hips moving forward and you feel the burn of his cock entering your ass. It hurts, it fucking hurts. You groan out, crying out but you don’t tell him to stop. Instead you beg for him to continue.
“Fuck.” Jungkook grunts, “So fucking tight, my god.”
His hips continue to push forward until his entire cock is inside you. You take a few seconds to adjust, gulping down your nerves and instead you start to move your own hips, signaling him to continue.
“You okay baby?” Jungkook voice is beyond shaky and strained, your ass is squeezing him so tightly he’s about to bust.
“Move!” you yell out in pleasure, “Please!”
Jungkook catches his breath and starts to slowly ease out of you and slowly pushes back in, you gasp when he bottoms out again, his hips meeting your ass cheeks.
“Baby I won’t last long, you’re so tight…” Jungkook admits between bated breaths. “Feels so good.”
“You can fuck me baby, I’m ready.” You squeeze your eyes shut as he starts rocking his hips back and forth, the burn of the stretch starting to ease up. He’s finally starting to thrust in and out more smoothly, his thrusts long and dragged out. His cock brushing against you so tensely that it starts to feel good. You groan when he starts to find a steady rhythm, he throws his head back and keeps his hands on your ass as he starts to fuck you more seriously now.
“Feel good?” Jungkook grits out, fucking you a bit faster than before. “I love your ass baby, it’s so warm, so tight. Made perfectly for me.” He pants, squeezing your cheeks in his hands as he fucks you more quickly now, his thrusts shorter and harder.
“So good Jungkook! Don’t stop, your cock makes me feel so full.”
“I bet…I bet you wish you had another cock in that pussy don’t you?” Jungkook moans, “Bet you wish you were really full.” He fucks your harder now, god, you can feel him hitting some sort of spot you cannot describe.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
“For now, touch yourself for me.” Jungkook softly commands, “Put your pretty little fingers on that clit of yours.”
Your hand drags down your lower belly until your fingers find those bundle of nerves that are begging to be touched. You start rubbing your clit nice and fast, whining because Jungkook’s grunts are so deep and low that you could come to them alone.
“God you’re so cock hungry, cock hungry little slut. All mine though, aren’t you?”
“Ah, Jungkook….” Your ass jiggles every time his hips meet your cheeks and he can’t stop watching.
“Answer me. All mine, aren’t you?”
“All yours baby.”
Jungkook smiles as he looks up at the ceiling, he starts fucking you harder and deeper and faster and your legs are starting to give out, he’s fucking you so well.
You lay your upper body down on the bed and raise your ass higher, your fingers never stopping on your clit.
“I could come…” you let Jungkook know how close you are and he grunts in approval.
“Come then baby.”
You rub your fingers faster until the tension is so built up that you’re coming all over your fingers, the high feels amazing as you still have Jungkook buried deep into your ass.
“Come too my love.” You pant, “Fill my ass with your cum.”
Jungkook fucks you even faster, his hips slapping against your cheeks and then he’s beginning to still them, crashing his hips to your ass one last time as he comes. The noises he makes are heavenly, he’s whining and crying out in pleasure and you love it. Absolutely love it.
“Holy fuck…” Jungkook collapses on top of you, laying your entire body down as he relaxes. He slowly takes his leaking cock out of your hole and rolls over next to you.
“We….we have to do that again some time.” He breathes out, a chuckle escaping his lips. “How you feeling?”
“Incredible.” You laugh too, “But I have a feeling my ass is going to be so sore…”
“Probably.” Jungkook chuckles lightly again, “But you enjoyed it?”
“A lot. I am definitely down to do it again sometime.” You turn on your side to face him, leaning in to give him a kiss. “By the way…” you caress his cheek, “You think I want another cock filling me up? Is that your way of saying you want a threesome?” you tease and Jungkook starts going red, his cheeks lighting up.
“Maybe…” he says honestly, “I know it’s something you are down for…the words just sort of slipped out…”
You laugh again, continuing to caress his cheek and he starts to relax again.
“Maybe one day baby.” You lean in to kiss him again, “Maybe one day.”
“You know that I love you so much?” he kisses the inside of your palm, “Like so much it physically hurts sometimes.” He laughs.
“I feel the same babe.” You kiss his lips softly. “Going to be with you forever.” You say between pecks on his lips and he smiles.
“Yes, forever.”
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I’m Still Hurting (Orc x Reader) Part 2
Pairings: Fem!Reader/Male!Orc
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Angst
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2107 words
Summary: You and your boyfriend establish a new normal
A/N: At long last, the highly requested part two! I had a bit of struggle coming up with a proper followup to the first part (which was part of why I left it with an open-ended ending in the first place lol). Little less angst this time, I felt these two deserved a little sweetness after the last chapter. Hope y'all enjoy!
Part 1
The first thing that caught your eye when you walked by the music store was the Grand Piano. It was gorgeous: Polished mahogany, a nice velvet seat, and keys that looked like they had never seen the sticky fingers of a curious 8 year old.
“Wow, is that new?”
You nod, admiring the old-fashioned air of the instrument. You knew jack shit about music, but even you could tell that this piano was an antique, one probably worth a good chunk of change.
“Must be. I’ve never seen it before and this place is on my way to work.”
Waruck hmms, pressing his hands up against the glass. His eyes sparkle when he sees the “Free to Play” sign right next to the piano. It probably reminds him of his Grandpa’s, the one he played when you guys visited his family for Christmas.
That was a long time ago.
“Want to go in?”
Waruck pulls away from the glass, eyebrows raised. He rubs the back of his neck and steps a couple feet back, trying to curb his enthusiasm.
“Uh, we don’t have to-”
“I don’t mind. It's been a while-” You pause, the slight-anxiety in the air making every casual word difficult, “It’s been a while since I’ve heard you play.”
Waruck smiles, small and polite, and opens the door of the shop for you. Before, he might have done a little bow and said “Ladies First” in a British accent.
But that was before, and this is now. Now, every comment is walking on eggshells, whispered tentatively and under your breath. Testing the waters for how comfortable you two could get around each other.
Still, it was exponential growth from two months ago.
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After your meeting at the coffee shop, you had asked Waruck for a month; A month of privacy, for you to collect your thoughts and feelings, to be alone for a bit. He had agreed immediately, shuffling out of the cafe with a hunched back and a melancholy air, but he had kept his promise. You took the time to focus on other things, shifting your relationship to the back of your mind and enjoying the day-to-day.
But a part of you felt a little bad, like maybe you were stringing Waruck along for an inevitable breakup. Getting his hopes up for an extra tortuous punishment that left a sour taste in your mouth. So on one brave Saturday night, you sent him a meme you saw on Instagram, one that reminded you of him.
That second month saw the two of you texting more and more frequently, sending little jokes, asking how your day was, so and so. Each week rebuilt a little bit more of that familiarity, that comfortableness. It finally got to the point where Waruck asked if you were free one weekend. He just wanted to get some lunch and stroll around the neighborhood for a bit. For the first time in a while, that idea didn’t seem too bad.
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The air is considerably cooler inside the store, a tiny bell ringing as a rush of air-conditioned air hits both of you. Waruck makes a beeline for the piano, his footsteps short and quick. You feel a smile crawl on your face; He always acted like an excited kid when it came to music.
Waruck plops down in the center of the stool, fingers lightly brushing over the keys in awe. You walk up the piano’s side, laying your hand on the wood and admiring the lack of smudge marks on the polished wood. Waruck tests out a G note and although the sound is short, it’s extremely pleasant. Waruck’s smile grows even larger.
“When I was a young boy…”
You mutter under your breath. Waruck chuckles, quickly continuing onto a G flat.
“My father took me into the city,” Waruck hums
“To see a marching band.” The two of you sing together, laughing a little bit too loudly and gaining a sharp look from the tired sales clerk. Waruck waves a little apology, but that playful grin stays on his face.
“Wow, that brings back some repressed Hot Topic memories.”
“Seriously. I can almost feel the book my band teacher used to thwack me with. Me and my buddies would sneak into the choir room and play that all the time.” Waruck’s fingers dance over a couple more notes, aimless.
You’ve always liked watching Waruck play. His fingers were so dextrous and controlled, not to mention long and nicely articulated. He’d probably make good money from a hand-model side-gig.
“Want to take a seat?”
You shift your focus away from Waruck’s hands. He’s made space on the bench and pats the open space next to him.
“Yeah, sure.” You say, despite the fast pace your heart is now beating.
You keep a solid two inches of distance between your bodies, keeping your thighs together as to not brush your legs with his. It felt like a middle school dance, keeping a bible length away from your partner to avoid the disapproving stare of the chaperones.
Waruck nods, absentmindedly running his fingers up the scale. “Any requests?”
Immediately, all non-love songs depart from your brain. One of your favorite pieces sits on the tip of your tongue and your brain refuses to let it go. You shake your head.
“Nope. It’s all yours, music man.”
Waruck chuckles, a little louder and a lot more comfortable, as he sits deeper in his seat.
“Prepare,” Waruck cracks his knuckles, “to be amazed.”
You bite back a laugh. He’s still such a dork.
He starts to play, his hands easily finding the right keys, moving like a well-oiled machine. Your heart nearly skips a beat before it melts into a puddle of sentiment.
It’s your favorite.
The song brings back memories of your childhood, a rainy day in, and delicious food. It’s like chicken soup for the soul and you can feel any of the left over tension leave your body.
Waruck’s eyebrows furrow with concentration, but he has a large smile on his face, his large tusks peeking out from his lips. His arm stretches across the piano as the song hits its most fast-paced part. His biceps and shoulders lean more into your space, but the feeling isn’t unwelcome. It feels natural, as if his presence and yours is part of the piece itself.
Waruck’s thigh brushes against yours, but his pace doesn’t falter and neither does yours. You stay enraptured, watching how easily he slips into the music. You barely even notice how you have begun to lean closer to his side; Your mind says it’s to give his arms plenty of space to play, but it’s still far more comfortable than you are willing to admit.
How easy it feels, in the moment, to fall back into routine.
The song begins slowing to a stop, only a couple seconds left, when the sounds of the music shop return to you. A giggle from not too far rings discordant with Waruck’s piano.
Three girls stand not too far from you, watching with fascination as Waruck plays.
“Wow, he is so good!” One whispers to her friends.
There is nothing even remotely lascivious in their eyes or in their words, but a knife still twists in your gut. Your throat constricts as flashes of your bedroom, of unanswered texts, and a picture of a bar corner booth send needles down your spine and into your heart.
Is this wrong? Is this giddy feeling you have only distracting you from reality? Is it like this song, Waruck’s playing, beautiful but temporary?
“Ugh, I want what they have.”
“I know, right? How romantic.”
They’re wrong, you’re wrong, this is wrong; It’s fake, fake, fa-
Your eyes dart to and fro, trying to desperately avoid Waruck’s quickly overwhelming body heat and your audience, before it catches on the distorted shape of your reflection in the window.
The glass is old, slightly drooping, even the golden lettering of the music shop’s name looks dusty and sun-bleached.
But what is unmistakable is you and Waruck. Waruck, playing piano, and looking at you. Looking at you with the love in his eyes you thought had died, or had never been there at all. The group of girls stands in the background, small and out of focus.
And Waruck is staring at you.
“Are you okay?” Waruck asks, his warm hand on your shoulder.
You whip your neck around, almost getting whiplash.
You’re here, in the music store, with your boyfriend. He looks at you, brow slightly puzzled from your wild eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, I,” You suck in a deep breath, “Sorry, I guess I got lost in my own head. That song gets me kind of nostalgic.”
Waruck pats your shoulder and you miss it’s heat when he pulls it back to his side. He smiles, but you can tell he is still slightly worried.
“No problem, I get it.”
You notice now how much closer Waruck is to you. His chest has shifted towards yours, the fabric of his shirt sleeve pressing against the skin of your bicep. Waruck’s knee absentmindedly knocks into yours, but the contact doesn’t sting or jolt you. Not even the continuing silence makes the situation awkward.
It’s nice.
“Do you want to check out the record aisle? They might actually have that piece on vinyl.”
Waruck gestures with his thumb to the piles of CD’s and records not too far from you two. You nod
“Yeah, that sounds great.”
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The two of you spend about an hour in the music store, pointing out hilarious cover art and admiring some vintage finds. Waruck even gets you to chuckle a couple of times, slowly bringing out his old cheesy puns.
Waruck’s missed this.
You two walk out of the music store at the tail end of one of Waruck’s jokes, you playfully punching his shoulder.
The two of you wander, in the opposite direction of your cars, for a little while. But Waruck hasn’t lost track of time; No, he’s soaking in every moment he can, every smile and lingering look you give him. Every reminder that this is real.
He spent a week agonizing over what he did. Stuck in silence as he gave you your space. His friends (His real friends, not those assholes from the bar) had offered to come by and keep him company, but he turned it down.
When Waruck got back into routine, it was slow-rolling. It was difficult to fight the instinct to check his phone for a good-morning text, or check your Instagram for any ‘post-breakup’ partying.
No, he had already broken your trust once. The least he could do was give you some time. Spend some hour not wallowing in self-pity, but actively make a change.
Waruck began to accept those invites to a chill hang out, playing some poker and sipping on beer with the gang. He played his keyboard when the thoughts got too loud and went jogging when the music wasn’t loud enough. He called his mom a couple of times, even sent his sister a couple of texts to catch up. They hadn’t spoken outside of holidays for almost three years.
Maybe he was the one that needed time.
God, why did you have to be so smart?
“Oh shit, how long have we been walking?” You mutter, checking your watch for the time. Waruck turns around you, already knowing the answer was 27 minutes, exactly. The both of you were nearing the edge of the neighborhood, cafes and shops turning into residential suburbs. “Dang, time really flies, huh?”
Waruck smiles.
“With you? It always does.”
You give him a half smile, patting his bicep. “Oh my god, you’re such a cheeseball.”
Waruck winks and shoots you some finger guns.
“You know it babe.”
You giggle, checking your watch once more, face turning just a little bit.
“I should probably head back, I’m getting dinner with some friends tonight.”
A small part of Waruck yearns for more time, but he lets it go.
Space, this was about establishing space.
“I had a lot of fun today, Waruck.” You step a little closer, Waruck’s heart skips a beat.
“Me too.” He whispers, his breath catching as your fingers brush against his.
It’s a simple gesture, one you’ve down a million times. But when your palm slips into his, your finger’s interlocking, it’s like fireworks have gone off.
“Same time, next week?”
Waruck nods, not trusting himself to speak without a voice crack.
That’s all he needed, all you wanted; The promise of the future.
“Yes, I would love that.”
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