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silent-browser · 1 year
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Conspiracy theorist: *standing infront of a large board full of unexplained phenomena and red string* "so you see aliens DO exist and they ARE out to GET US and I'M. NOT. CRAZY!"
Alien in disguise: "mhmm mhmm. I see your point but have you maybe considered that if aliens were roaming this planet they might just be looking for a cutie human to settle down with and spend their grislo- I mean "end of their days" with? And even then, what can truly be considered alien? Anything from space? If that were the case then technically the photons that come from your center star are alien but your planet and people rely on them for life function. Maybe it means that not all alien things are bad?"
Conspiracy theorist: "You're so naive and sweet Hun but unfortunately thats not very likely because *goes of into another nerdy ramble/ tirade*
Alien in disguise: *sigh but affectionately and kinda wondering how they are gonna tell them*
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lumibuns-blog · 5 months
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First time with Leon S. Kennedy<3
-just to be clear it's Leon's first time but not yours-
I'm back on my whiny sub Leon soapbox because he is perfect in every way🤞
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It's not as if Leon hadn't wanted to do things with someone else, it's just his life hadn't really allowed it, between missions and saving the world, he hadn't found someone he was willing to share that moment with until he met you.
You made him feel things he hadn't felt before... a stirring heat that he at first didn't recognize but came to love. How looking at you, your curves, your face, the way his head began to spin when you bit your lips and sneaked a smirk at him, because you new how flustered it made him.
Actually you seemed to know everything about him, what made him loose his mind.
That's exactly what got him into this situation.
His hands ghosted over your ass, fingers just barely touching it through your silk dress. He was kneeling on his knees in front of you, his chin resting on your stomach so he was looking up at you, and that same devious smile that rested on your face.
He had been attempting to put his shoes on so you two could go for a night out, but seeing him in a loose button down shirt gave you other plans.
You moved your hand down to cup his cheek and stroke it the your thumb.
"What do you want" you asked simply
"Wha-what?" Leon breathed
"Do you want this?"
"I-I'm sorry I don't understand" Leon had an idea of what you were trying say and prayed to god that he was right.
"Do you want me?" You asked a final time
Leon's eyes widened and his breath hitched
"So bad" he replied breathlessly
"Good" you smirked turning away and causing him to stumble slightly
He looked up at you, eyes wide
"Well what are you waiting for?" You asked turning back around to face him
He immediately scrambled to his feet, kicking off the shoes he had been attempting to put on what felt like hours ago.
"Wait just a second" he began, standing behind you "I mean I think I know what you mean but it's just that Idon'twanttomakeyouuncomfortableor anythi-hmmpf!"
You cut his off by crashing your lips against his, locking your heels around his torso and grinding yourself against his noticeably hard cock, throwing your weight on him and causing him to stumble backwards and fall onto the couch.
"I though a special agent would be better with his balance" you teased
"I-I normally am it's just-ah! Fuuuck, y-you're hips..." he stammered
"I know handsome" you chuckled
You felt his cock twitch underneath you 'had such a light comment really turned him on?' You wonder
You slowly rolled you hips over his, grinding you bare cunt over his clothed tip, as you had forgone underwear underneath your dress.
"Ah! Mmh-" he stammered again
You began to slowly move off his lap,
"Wai-wait- n-need you- please" his choked out, unable to stand the sudden absence of pressure
"Be patient" you smiled, your voice like a song that made him loose all sense of reason
You slipped the straps of your dress off your shoulders and slowly let it fall to the floor, revealing you fully nude figure to him
There was moment of silence before
"Wow." Leon said breathlessly, his mouth wide
'This man look so serious but is acting like such a nerd' you giggled to yourself
"What's so funny" he questioned, unable to take his eyes from your tits
"Oh nothing" you sighed moving back to his lap
You hovered you hips over his not giving him the pressure he so obviously desired. You watched as he instinctively began to buck his hips upward, craving your touch.
You decided to give him what he wanted, dropping you hips down suddenly onto him.
"Oh sh-s-shit" he looked as if he was holding his breath before he let it out and his hips convulsed slightly underneath you.
"I didn't know you were so sensitive" you teased
"I'm not-it's just- it's y-you" he was so cute when he could barely get the words out
You suddenly grabbed his hand and cupped it around one of your breasts.
His breath hitched again, he seemingly froze, hand twitching and eyes locked onto your chest for several moments.
"Ya know you can-" you placed your hand back on his and guided him to gently squeeze you
His ruff hands felt nurturing yet strong, you couldn't help but slip out a small moan
His eyes immediately locked onto you face, eyes wide, as if he was in a trance, he immediately squeezed you again and moaned when you gave the same reaction.
Gaining sudden confidence he moved his mouth to your other fit and began to slowly lick around its center
"Fu-ck Leon what are you-doing" you asked, surprised he even knew what to do
He released your breast from his mouth to look up at you and breathlessly stammer "pl-please- I want to hear you- uh-moan like that a-again"
"Mmmhp" you hummed letting him get back to work and relish in all the noises you were making for a while before you shifted back removing him from his new found heaven, between you tits
"Nhmmmh" he whined at the loss of contact once again
"Be patient" you hushed once more moving your hands to fumble with the zipper of his dress pants
"Wha-what are you-?"
You cut him off "don't you want to fuck me?" You said promptly
He looked at you once more with those wide eyes "s-so soooo bad"
"Then get those pants off" you smirked
He immediately rushed to sink his pants down to his ankles taking his boxers with them and allowing his fully stiffened cock to spring free
He groaned as you looked at the precum beading from his head
You positioned yourself about him, hovering your cunt just above his tip
Leon looked up at you like you were god, at that moment, feeling you was all that mattered
You lowered yourself so his tip was barley coated in you slik
"Oh god- f- mrmpff- p- please" he cried, throwing his hands back into the top of the couch
"I'm not going to tell you again Leon, be patient" you smiled devilishly
"Y-yes- anything, I promise-just-just"
You suddenly dropped fully into him, breathing out a long moan as his size stretched you perfectly.
Leon threw his head back "ah-ah- oh fuck- you feel-" he could barely get the words out "fuck you're so w-warm- you're squeezing my cock- ah!" He yelped as you began to rock back and forth slowly
"P-please- just wait-" he breathed
"Is something wrong?" You asked concerned
"N-no it's just...you feel so, soooo good- I- I don't want to cum b-before you" he admitted, embarrassed "it's like- I mean - this is better- than ANYTHING" he grunted
"Oh Leon" you smiled leaning in close to his ear so your breath tickled at his neck "that's exactly what I want"
"Hah-ah fuck-" Leon started as you began to move your hips at an unrelenting pace
Relishing in the fact that he seemed to choke every time you arched your back.
You could feel his tip kissing your cervix every time you sunk back down onto his length, and your own release building up inside of you.
By the looks of it, Leon was lost in the pleasure, stringing together versions of your name and every curse word he could think of
"Pleasepleasepleasepleas--let me cum- ah- you feel- so fucking good- mmhh- squeezing me like that" he cried out
You leaned towards his ear once more, "I want you to cum baby, cum with me"
That's all it took,
"Ah-ah-ah cumming" he said as his hips faltered and he began to shoot rope after rope of his load into you.
Feeling his hot cum made pushed you over the edge, and you drenched his cock, causing his to lurch forward and wrap his arms around you to pull you against his bare chest.
You both sat there breathlessly, pressing against each other. After what was to Leon "not long enough" you slid yourself off of him, watching him shiver and gasp as you did.
You sat there on his lap, taking in his fucked out expression, ecstasy written all over his face.
After a moment he brought his arms up to you and pulled you into a warm embrace on your shared couch,
"D-did I do good?" He asked quietly
"Are you kidding, you were perfect" you smile at him "maybe I'll let you be on top next time" you giggle
"Really" he gaped at you, honest excitement in his eyes
"Really"
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famwhy · 1 year
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Desperation
Yandere Jason Dean (JD)
Word Count: 3,583
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Your eyes crinkled in sympathy as you witnessed your good friend, Jamie, get completely ignored by his long-time crush, Veronica, in favour of her swooning over the new kid beating up two jocks.
Your legs carried themselves over to his pitiful form, a low whistle drawing out from your lips when you reached his side as you both gazed at the back of the infatuated teen.
"Damn, buddy, tough luck." You patted the nerd's back, watching his shoulders shrink further into himself. "How long have you liked her now? Couple o' years?"
He sighed. "Yeah."
Another low whistle. "And she just falls for that dude straight away? Dammmnnn, and I thought my luck was shit when I bet on black and lost half my savings."
"You bet on black? What type of idiot bets on black?" He rose a brow.
"The hell do you mean 'what type of idiot bets on black'?! It's a 50/50 chance! What type of idiot gets rejected by their crush without even confessing first?!"
Cue the disheartened expression returning to his face and you suddenly feeling like that wasn't the right time for that joke.
"Shit, dude. Too soon?"
Another sigh left his lips.
"Cheer up, man. I mean, he doesn't reciprocate the feelings right? Seemed like he didn't when they spoke a bit ago."
Your words caused his expression to light up again. However, it wasn't lit up out of relief, no, it was lit up with an idea. You did not like that expression of his one bit.
"Yeah!" He exclaimed brightly. "You're right! And he won't ever be able to if you charm him first!"
"Wha-?!" Your eyes widened as he trained his gaze on you with a grin so bright, it was blinding. "Hold on! I never agreed to be your guinea pig!"
"Come on, pleaassee." His fingers intertwined with one another as he begged you. "You still owe me for all that money you borrowed."
You glanced at the new kid one more time, taking in his looks and mannerisms to assess whether or not you had been given a good deal.
Oh, who were you kidding? Of course you got a good deal, in return for a thousand dollars, you just had to charm one guy and keep him away from a girl.
"Fine, I'll do it."
Jamie cheered, launching himself into you so that he could wrap his arms around your neck in an appreciative hug. "Thanks! You're the best!"
"Yeah, yeah, you obsessed little freak." 
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"Ah, shit." You cursed your luck.
Why exactly were you cursing your luck? Well, simple, because Veronica was about to make her way to the store the new kid was in so that she could pick up some snacks for the Heathers.
How did you know the new kid was in there? Let's just say you did a little... observing of his schedule.
The things people do to get out of debt.
Anyway, if they were in the same store, no doubt the new kid would approach Veronica out of interest from their earlier interaction.
You absolutely could not let that happen.
"What to do, what to do..."
You snapped your fingers, an imaginary bulb basically lighting up above your head.
"You sure you wanna get snacks from there, Veronica?" The brunette jumped as you approached her.
"Oh, Y/N, hey."
"'Sup."
"Sorry, uh, what was it you just said?" She looked a little confused. You didn't blame her, you never really approached her outside of school.
"I said, are you sure you wanna get snacks from that store, Veronica?"
"How did you-?"
"After all, you can't possibly be ready to face your bestie after what you just did to her right?" You sneered. "I can't imagine that bodes well with your subconscious."
Instantly, her expression faltered and her eyes filled with guilt. "I- I didn't..."
"Yeah, well, you did." You gave her a little glare. "And you can't be telling me you wanna see her again right after that. If I were you, I'd head to a different store."
"I-!" She looked ready to defend herself, but just one look at your scowl and she backed off. "Yeah, you're probably right."
With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, the atmosphere around her filling up with gloom.
Yikes, you may have overshot it there.
Oh well, Jamie could use that as an excuse to comfort her anyway.
You casted a glance to the shop, taking in a deep breath and praying your drama skills were good enough to get you through this. 
As you stepped through the doors, you immediately spotted your victim by the slushie machines. This caused you to, almost immediately, make your way over to him.
Once you were close enough, you acted like you were looking at the flavours, casting a sneaky side-glance his way to see he wasn't staring at anything in particular, before choosing your moment to strike.
"Y'know, for a new kid, you sure don't take shit from anyone."
Please work, please work, pleasework-
"Yeah? Well, you seem like the type to understand why." He smirked your way.
Holy shit- it actually worked.
"Greetings and salutations, my name's Jason Dean, though you can call me JD for short."
'Greetings and Salutations'? Dear lord, he's a weirdo-
"Y/N."
You reached out for his hand, shaking it firmly.
"Those were some good moves back there."
"Yeah?" He smirked your way. "You pick up on these things when you're constantly moving around."
"Ah, a parent's job?"
"Yup, my dad own a deconstruction company. You know the one on all those commercials where he goes-" he then proceeds to imitate the commercial you always saw on TV during every programme's commercial break.
"Must be tough moving so often, I could never imagine what it's like." Your head shook from side-to-side.
"Heh, yeah. I usually just stick to myself and refrain from making any bonds."
"How's that going for you this time around?" You sent him a knowing smile.
"Not too good so far." He reciprocated.
Okay, this conversation was moving at too much of a snail's pace for you. It was about time you sped things up.
"So, tough guy, you gonna ask me out or what?"
"So soon? Where's the fun in that?" JD's rough fingers ran through his hair, swishing his locks to the side as his grin never faltered.
"Oh," you slowly took a few steps towards him, basically swaying your hips as you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your body up against his before speaking in a breathy whisper, "there's plenty of fun in that."
His eyes grew half-lidded as he slid an arm around your waist, the slushie in his other hand practically forgotten. "Oh yeah? Sounds great..."
"But-!" You slipped out of his grasp, sending him a cheeky wink and a suggestive smirk. "You're right, there's no fun in that."
His dazed expression didn't let up as you continued on your way out of the store, casting a last glance over your shoulder to confirm that he did, in fact, still have a cloudy expression.
Lo and behold, he was still out of it.
Hook, line, and sinker.
You're welcome, Jamie.
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"So did you do it?" Jamie was the first to approach you after the end of your first period class, bouncing on his heels in excitement. 
"Only time will tell, dear friend." Your voice dropped an octave and your expression turned serious.
"What's that supposed to mean?" 
"It means my master plan has yet to give me desired results because it's just started." You rolled your eyes, making your way to your locker with your folders tucked tightly into your chest. 
"Have they met then?"
"Of course not, I was very meticulous. All I had to do was play with that little snake's feelings and- oh!"
Your steps screeched to an abrupt halt, causing your friend to crash straight into your back and stumble back a bit.
"Why is your back so sturdy-?"
"MIKE! BUDDY! PAL! FRIEND-O!" You tossed your arm around the person that caught your eye, your grin feigning cheer. "How are you doing?"
"What do you want?" The playboy narrowed his eyes in your direction.
"Well, you see, I happen to-." You didn't even need to finish your sentence for his eyes to start widening and your own smile to turn sinister.
"Shit, I should've known you would've gotten a hold of it. Fuck! Look, man, I don't have money on me, please. Gimme a day, I swear I'll get you the money you need to feed that sick obsession of yours."
"You better." Your expression darkened. "Or you can say bye-bye to that new car your parents promised you."
He shuddered, immediately rushing off. 
After that interaction, you and Jamie continued towards your locker, this time in silence.
Well, that was until you reached it of course. Jamie decided that was the perfect time to speak.
"You're still doing this, Y/N? Don't you think it's a little... excessive? This addiction has really messed with your head."
"I love you, Jamie, I do-" you shoved your things into the empty space before you. "-but you need to know when it's time to butt out of business that isn't yours."
You slammed the locker shut, jumping slightly when you noticed the new form that stood there, leant against your neighbour locker. "You have a minute?"
You immediately brought your act up again. "Of course~."
It was then that JD's eyes trailed to your friend's, narrowing at the shorter male in clear distaste. "Alone."
"Ruh-right!" He rushed off without a second thought.
"My, oh my," the spotlight was placed back on you. "So harsh."
"You 'love' him, huh?" Though, his narrowed eyes stayed narrowed. 
"Jealous, are we, Mr Dean?" Your fingers trailed up his torso, gently tracing his muscles through the thin line of fabric separating skin-on-skin contact.
Your touch caused his breath to hitch in his throat, the familiar expression he wore yesterday returning to his face. "You know, I wouldn't mind you being called Mrs Dean."
"Woah-!" You quickly pulled your hands a way. "A bit too soon, don't'cha think?"
"Weren't you the one who said there's plenty of fun in that?" He smirked, dipping his head closer to your own.
Get the fuck away, you lil' sh-.
The familiar chime of the bell caused you to breathe a quiet sound of relief. 
Saved by the bell really is a thing.
"Well, looks like we have to continue this conversation later."
You went to move away but were stopped abruptly by a tugging force on your wrist. 
"Oh no you don't," your back met with a rather sturdy chest, "you're not getting away like that again. Let's ditch together."
You gritted your teeth, cursing yourself at that exact moment for not using blackmail on Jamie when it came to taking money like you did with every other student. Damn that boy for making you soft.
"Fine. Where'd you wanna go?"
"7-eleven." He grinned, turning around and starting to walk out of the premises with you in tow, grip on your wrist never faltering for even a second.
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Once you arrived, he rushed over to the slushies, immediately buying two random flavours. 
"I didn't even tell you what I liked." You grinned in amusement as he gave you one. 
"Sometimes you gotta take risks in life y'know?"
"Okay, Mr. Bootleg Shakespeare."
He bowed with a little smirk. "In the flesh."
Okay, so that got a little chuckle out of you. He was still a weirdo though.
"So, I've heard quite a bit about you, y'know," he started off.
"Oh yeah?" You rose a brow. "Like what?"
"Like how... oh, I don't know, you're very keen on using blackmail to get what you want."
Almost immediately, your facial expression darkened.
"What's it to you?" 
"Nothing." He absentmindedly looked to the side. "I just find that really hot."
The drink came flying out your mouth. "I'm sorry- what?!"
"You heard me." He hooked an arm around your waist, pulling you in so close, you could feel his breath on your face. "I. Find. It. Really. Hot."
This guy was weird. Almost unnervingly so.
"Hm. Good for you." You slipped out of his grasp yet another time, sending him a playful smirk in response to his frown.
After that little interaction, you stopped speaking in favour of just hanging around in a comfortable silence.
Well... that was, until he spoke up once more.
"So, I've been thinking..." He trailed off. "Wanna be my girlfriend?"
"Hmm. Sure."
Had he not been so elated from the affirmation, you were sure he'd have realised how strange your response was.
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Some time passed and you spent so much time with JD, you barely got to see Jamie anymore.
But judging by the way you passed him by once, with the emo boy walking beside you, and he sent you a grin as well as a thumbs up; he didn't mind. Veronica beside him though? Now, she definitely had a problem.
Oh well, that's on her, not you.
"Y/N!" Oh, was that Jamie just now? "Y/N!"
"Hey Jamie, I haven't- woah!" You cut yourself off when he launched himself at your arm, clutching you so tightly, you could've sworn he stopped your blood flow.
"Y/N! You need to leave the new kid!"
So much for him being happy about your new relationship.
"He-he's psycho!" Jamie was panting really hard. "He threatened me to stay away from you! You need to leave him!"
"Aren't you the one who wanted me to get with him in the first place?" You rose a brow, priorities obviously not straight.
"Yeah, that was before I found out he was a psycho!"
"But isn't it in your best interests to listen to his threats instead of warning me?"
"Y/N, you are literally asking all the wrong questions right now . JUST LEAVE THE-!"
"Leave what?" A new voice piped up, causing Jamie to jump out of his very skin.
"Uhhhh..."
Speak of the devil and he shall appear, it was JD.
"Oh, great!" You beamed, fixating his gaze onto you almost immediately. "You're just on time. I needed to talk to you."
Both men looked at you with surprise. "Oh? What-?"
"I'm breaking up with you." Your expression fell flat within the next second, cold gaze trained on his figure.
"Wha-?" His face fell, eyebrows creasing as it seemed like his whole world fell apart before him. "Why?"
"I'm just not feeling it anymore." You stared at your nails, pulling off the whole disinterested thing way too well. "It's not me, it's you. See ya."
You took to turning around and walking off- or, at least, you wanted to before he seized your wrist.
"Yuh-you can't do this to me, baby." His eyes were blown wide, pupils shaking in his desperation. "I love you."
His attempts to make you stay were starting to get annoying. "Really now? Shame. Looks like you'll have to move on."
You ripped your arm from his grasp, sending him a glare as you did so. His grip was tight but thanks to your sudden movements, you were able to free yourself.
After that, you wasted no time in leaving him behind, gesturing for Jamie to follow you as well. The boy took one glance at the heartbroken expression on the new kid's face before gulping and rushing after you.
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Your footsteps echoed through the barren halls, the slurping of your slushie being the only other sound to accompany them.
The light of the moon was the only thing illuminating the hallways and keeping you from walking straight into a wall.
Why exactly were you at the school at night.
Well, you received a peculiar note when you got home from school earlier that day.
The contents?
Greetings and salutations darling,
I love you. I know you love me too. We are meant to be. The only reason you left me is because of that asshole who calls himself your friend. He's keeping you away from me. He made you blind, messed up your mind but I can set you free!
Meet me at the school tonight, your class. I'm waiting.
Yours forever and always,
JD
Now, you could fully ignore this note and just go about your life as normal, not even considering giving JD the time of day.
But...
He successfully caught your interest.
You were bored and your gambling addiction couldn't be satiated so you found temporary reprise in this little meeting.
Plus, there was always the fact that this was potential blackmail material-.
Your train of thought was halted when you reached the door of your homeroom, left hand leaving your pocket to push on the handle, swinging it open with a look of nonchalance.
Inside, you were greeted with quite the sight to behold.
Standing above a puddle of crimson, the lifeless eyes of your former good friend looking up at you in a permanent expression of horror.
Your lips parted from the straw as a low whistle drew out from them. "Damn, buddy, always did have such rough luck." 
"No thanks to you." The chuckle of a boy dressed in dark clothing reached your ears. "Oh babe, I find it so fucking hot that you didn't even fucking flinch at this."
His lips grazed your ear, shaky breath hitting you at uneven intervals as one of his arms looped around your waist and pulled you into his chest, the other reaching for your left hand and intertwining each of your fingers with his own. 
"Shit..." He spoke breathily. "Let's fuck up the world together, baby."
BONUS! FEAT. VERONICA AND THE HEATHERS
Veronica's blood boiled in her veins as she watched your fingers graze the arm of the new kid she was crushing majorly on, teeth gritting as he seemed to fall in a deeper pit of his own infatuation for you.
"Hey," she spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper but her anger incredibly apparent. "Do you guys think we could... screw with Y/N somehow?"
"Y/N?" One of the Heathers spoke up, her hands adjusting the mascara on her eyes with a look of total concentration. "Why?"
"Because she stole the emo boy Veronica has a major crush on." Giggled the other two.
"Well," Heather Chandler scoffed. "I'm afraid we can't touch Y/N."
"Why not?"
"Oh, Veronica, you sweet, dumb, little girl." The brunette shook her head from side-to-side. "You've never come across her bad side."
"SHUT UP, HEATHER!" Chandler screamed at the girl clad in a green blazer before clearing her throat. "I'm telling Veronica."
The other girl whimpered out an apology.
"Anyway," the blonde rolled her eyes, "Y/N is a no-go for targeting. That girl has every dirty secret ever known to the whole school. Getting on her bad side is not just social suicide, it's real suicide."
"Real?" Veronica tilted her head to the side, attention now on the leader of the group.
"Yeah, do you remember Hailey?" 
Veronica rose a brow. "Who's Hailey?"
"Exactly."
The Heather with the yellow colour-scheme piped up. "She tried setting Y/N up to be jumped by a bunch of jocks but they told Y/N about her plans because she had dirt on them."
"What happened then?" 
"...she got rid of her." The blonde cut in once more. "Y/N got rid of Hailey, completely. She's a dangerous woman."
"A dangerous woman addicted to gambling. It's why she even has blackmail on everyone to begin with, so that she can take people's money and gamble it all away."
"Wow." 
"I know."
EXTRA BONUS! FEAT. JAMIE AND JD
Jamie had noticed some things. 
First of all; he, himself, was being noticed increasingly more. Although, not by the person he wants to or in the way he would like it to be.
JD, the new kid, was the one noticing him more. 
He would glare at the shorter male whenever he approached you. Fists clenched so hard he drew blood.
Something about the kid was fishy.
And this just confirmed it.
"I'm sorry- what?"
"Stay away from my Y/N." JD repeated himself, hand reaching into his pocket to pick out- was that a switch-blade?! 
"What the fuck?!"
"She's mine. I will kill you if I found out you disobeyed my orders."
'Disobeyed his orders' who the hell did he think he was? The fucking King?
Jamie needed to warn you; and fast.
Writing 'commercials' instead of 'adverts' is so weird-
Also, I had to slip in a few iconic lyrics y'all can't blame me-
In case you didn't notice, Reader's a bit of a sociopath in this. Thought it would be nice to change it up a bit.
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fountainpenguin · 9 months
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I am back on my Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil nonsense and I have to say, no canon ship will ever hit me in the way that Kendall/Ronaldo did.
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I am so incredibly in love with the vibe that is "Two absolute NERDS are head over heels for each other and go out of their way to do nice things for each other" - supporting each other in presentations, remembering each other's birthdays, arranging dinner for each other, covering for the other in front of the principal, gasping in horror when the other gets in trouble - "but as time passes, the viewer gets to watch the slow unraveling of one of them secretly falling out of love with the other but not being emotionally ready to admit it yet." That is incredible.
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I adore the K/R ship because it lasted so long and it was never considered a big deal. It was just "Yeah, they're dating. They do dating people things. Literally no one is jealous of them and no one ruins their social life. Keep scrolling." It was mainly in the background and they were adorably obsessed with each other up until they weren't. And again, that was that. No explosive break-ups, they were just... sweethearts.
Ronaldo gushing over Kendall's Halloween presentation instead of going trick-or-treating is my everything. He adores her.
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Diagnosed with loving his girlfriend disease.
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They are a TEAM!! Do not separate them!!
The "show, don't tell" between them with the way they behave is fantastic. Kendall went spelunking for cave sap so her boyfriend would have a nice birthday present AND she took him out to dinner. Ronaldo brings her "educational chocolates." He writes poems for her in binary code. He supports his girl during class elections even when she's frustrated and snippy with him.
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He went to her Delaware Awareness Month party. He brought a sign that said "I've been to Dover." He came back for Poster Awareness Month. He's so supportive and she's so silly. Kendall's wild and she seems like she should be the "popular girl" trope but she is actually just a massive nerd who likes algebra and stocks and I love her.
I love Ronaldo hiding in a cabinet and Kendall spinning her wheels to distract the principal so he won't get busted for sneaking into the office. Ronaldo went out of his way to be nice to his rival and learn new skills so he could impress her. They're so good.
They are not even main characters and we still got scenes of them being adorable, as a treat. Kendall literally calls him "the dark one." That's hilarious. They lean together and whisper in the hallway like goofballs. Then they scamper off to hide in the AV closet with papers covered in doodles and poems, being romantic little NERDS!!
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This scene's funny because they weren't even holding hands a few seconds ago- they just grabbed for each other when they realized they weren't alone. Apparently the canon is that they were a thing for a while before this episode and I think that's beautiful. Just... out there living their best off-screen lives. Love that for them.
imo we need more media that plays puppy love relationships with all the adorable sweetness of potentially being endgame even if they're NOT intended to be endgame. I'd like to see more kids' cartoons showing that it's okay to have a good time with someone else, and you don't have to grow up to marry the first person you dated... It's okay to consider your options... It's okay to date and have fun and explore your feelings and like people and then go your separate ways and not be endgame. I wish I had more of that.
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I've binged Kick Buttowski multiple times- it's a good pick-me-up and it's one of my silly faves. I really like the character relationships in it. It's got a down-to-earth contemporary vibe despite being all about action. It has one of the truest "We really are best friends who support each other through everything" friendships I've ever seen. It's got pathetic noodle rich boy Gordie. It's got Mouth, king of the shopping mall after-hours. It's got Emo Kid who's... Emo Kid. It's got Brad and Brianna... It's got Ronaldo/Kendall... They're all hilarious.
It's got Kick learning to respect his identity as Clarence the caring big brother as much as his identity of Kick the daredevil. It's got Kick protecting Ronaldo for a week because Kick's his understudy who desperately does not want to be Romeo in the school play. It's got the line "Let's go down to Foreshadow Park! Somehow I knew we'd all end up there." It's got the bee of the month club sending free samples in the mail, when will I ever be this funny.
It's goofy and fun to watch and that's why it's this week's Recommendation Wednesday <3
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So I'm relatively new to the fandom, and during my stay in this rabbit hole, that is, Clexa, I've got a few questions that I'm hoping you could answer :)
Why is everyone here pro-Lexa? Like don't get me wrong I absolutely love Lexa as a character and Alycia is a queen, but why all the hate towards some of the other characters, like Bellamy? I've never watched The 100 the whole way through (literally exited outta the show the second Lexa died), even then, it's been years since I watched it. Did I miss something while I was binge-watching, or was my teenage brain at the time just too immature to realize he was a total jackass..? Also, it's not just Bellamy, I've also seen hate for Bob, the actor who plays him. Which brings me to another question: does this fandom not like Eliza? I always see so much support when Alycia has an upcoming project or is posting Instagram updates but nothing for Eliza? Again, no judgment for the Alycia love because I completely understand why everyone here is head over heels in love with that girl but I just wanted to know, has Eliza ever done anything wrong? Or have I just conveniently only stumbled upon Alycia stans on this app?
Anyway, a totally unrelated note but since I'm here… may I just say ma'am, your writing is the bomb diggity. Like the perfect blend of humor, sexiness, angst, and fluff, THE GODDAMN FLUFF. Genius, you're a genius, like a mad scientist of Clexa fanfic. Hope you keep doing what you're doing, my friend. Take your time though, and don't listen to those ignorant anons that are crawling around yelling "wHy ArE yOu TaKiNg So LoNg To UpDaTe?" Thank you for writing for the Clexa fandom! ❤️
First I wanna say thank you for the sweet words and reading, that means so much to me 🥹💕 not to be a nerd but I screenshot that for one of my worse imposter syndrome days lol
Long post so you can read under the cut. Long time clexas you can just skip if you want because honestly I got annoyed all over again just typing it and you know it all already 🥴
Now right off the top, you don't have to hate Bellamy if you don't want to. It's not like that's a prereq for being a clexa, so if you like him, like him and don't worry about what anyone says. He's a fictional character so anyone who gets intense over someone liking him I think needs to take a walk.
But the reason why a lot of Clexas, myself included, hate him is somewhat of a two part answer. The main reason being is that his character is trash 😅. I mean I'm not gonna dissect every little bit of canon but the main points for me at least, since I can't speak for anyone else, are that he was constantly fucking up literally everything. He gets to earth, proclaims "tHeRe aRe nO RuLeS" and then,,, immediately declares himself the leader and starts forcing people to follow what he says. He literally almost let Clarke fall into a pit of spikes, tried to handcuff her and keep her hostage "for her own good", he spearheaded the whole thing with taking off their wristbands, HE BACKED PIKE, participated in the massacre of a peaceful army sent to protect skaikru, he constantly shamed and blamed Clarke for everything that ever went wrong even when a lot of that stuff was either the best solution in a bad situation OR was an indirect fallout from something fucked up that skaikru had done. The sweaty little fucker was always trying to control/manipulate Clarke and skaikru and his own damn sister despite the fact that everything he ever planned himself turning out to be: A Terrible Idea. Basically the dude sucked but was held up on spindles of glorification as being this heroic uwu soft boy that wasn't actually supported by any one damn thing in canon when you actually look at it objectively. And I'm sure I'm even forgetting stuff. The dude just sucked.
Agian, that's my own two cents.
The other reason being, it's rollover from having to deal with blarks. Their constant harassment and shoving their fanon, non-existent ship down everyone's throat, while being entitled little brats throwing tantrums about them not happening at every turn has led from what probably would've been just a mild distaste for a character for most into loathing even the name. Understand I'm not saying the word harassment lightly. They were awful for years. Death threats and homophobia, spamming inboxes with hateful messages and sending awful pictures/memes etc. One even sent EJT a dick pic with Blark written on their penis. They sent memes non-stop about Lexa dying when people were still reeling from it. I'm not saying all Blarks are bad because they're not, but there was enough harassment and viciousness from a large enough and loud enough faction that at a certain point it becomes a blanket feeling of animosity toward the entire ship and everything that follows it.
As for disliking EJT. In reality, she used to be the fandom favorite. I mean she was our girl because she used to champion us and was hilarious about it. Go look up old cons and interviews with her. She was funny and great. Once upon a time E was our biggest cheerleader and dealt with A Lot of abuse and harassment from The Other fandom for it. I'm talking body shaming, slut shaming, comments about her intelligence, sexual harassment and trolling her about her boyfriends and very descriptive messages about how they wanted her to harm herself. The list goes on. And no one, especially not Bob who was the golden boy for The Other fandom, ever said a word in her defense. Never told his fans to stop or that he condemned it. Ever. Not once. That never sat well with clexas, but you can't control what other people do.
We had her back anyway. So, it was whatever. Gross, but whatever.
And then she married Bob. Which, and Blarks cannot seem to wrap their heads around this fact, literally no cared about. She could've just married him and kept being the same person and no one would've cared. In fact, the way this fandom loved her, at first everyone was like hmmm weird and sudden but good for her I guess! Be happy!
But then Bob's ex came forward with very serious allegations about her past relationship with him. She released a statement that you can easily find online and from that it painted a very dark picture of things that involved both him and EJT. As I'm someone who believes victims, I have no reason not to believe her, and since the very bizarre (non) rebuttal that EJT posted in reply made zero sense, that was that. It changed the lens of how a lot of people started looking at her.
Which leads me to the charities.
Hear a collective Clexa sigh.
They're a saga in themselves, but to sum it up as short as possible, EJT had been a part of a children's organization for YEARS that she herself helped set up. Clexas raised a lot of money for this charity through fundraising and selling fanart and we really cared about it. And literally within months of them being married, he became involved in it, and then shortly thereafter, magically they both had to "step away from it" for dubiously explained reasons. (Which, if you read his ex's statement, logical deduction of what probably actually happened will make more sense than what they claimed, and not in a good way.) Sensibly, they started recieving backlash from supporters because, again a lot of people had been helping this charity for years and all of a sudden she was just gone from it and all the projects were halted. I'm not blaming solely her for anything but to just cut and run like she did was sus to say the least.
So to steer away from that shitshow, they started another charity. With a bunch of right-wing MAGA nuts. Yeah. They weren't open or transparent about anything, no records of where any of the money was going, iirc no real legitimate charity registration/tax documentation that anyone could find (and in the US that's all public info sooooooo). It was a total clusterfuck that people started calling them out on from the start. At first they tried to ignore it and just keep collecting money by doing these ridiculous cameos as cash grabs, but just like the first charity, after a while (and a lot of initially unaccounted for money being raised) the poor little darlings just had to "step away for mental health reasons."
Which I would accept and support wholeheartedly because mental health is extremely serious... except funnily, they didn't stop doing the cameos. They kept doing those and charging their fans money to listen to them blather on about made up ~behind the scenes info~ about Blark stuff and it being super secretly canon but for a million reasons that they don't know and can't name, stopped it from happening. Claims of love scenes and kisses that have never been backed up by evidence (like a script) or corroborated by a single person involved in the show. But it's totally true guys, just trust them bro. So yeah, they've kept doing all that. Just... not giving the money they're charging for the cameos to their "charity."
So that's the meat of it, I might be forgetting things and smudging some finer details because it's been a long while ago, but I think you can get the gist. People don't like Bob because he was an ass to fans and EJT herself before them even getting married. He's said ableist things and quoted racists trying to sound smart and never once apologized for anything. He's been accused of abuse in his personal life and has never addressed it, only made his wife write a terrible fanfiction-esque response to appease his ardent followers. And frankly, she pissed off her fans. Once she married him, she completely flipped her personality from a funny charity doing, body positivity leading, cheerleading about "Clexa are soulmates" and "Lexa is the love of Clarke's life" girl, to doing personal cash grabs constantly while spewing all this made up Blark garbage that directly contradicts things they've both said in the past to please her faithful paying cameo fans (read his fans).
It's all left a lot of people with a bad taste in their mouth, to say the least.
And ya best believe if Alycia does some crazy shit, I'll turn on her too 🤷��♀️ but honestly I'm not too worried about that cuz the girl is a cryptid who you literally can't pay to go to cons or do cameos
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Not All Leaves Turn in Autumn
“You Got This” Masterlist
A/N: So this week's @writer-wednesday prompt inspired something. It's been a while since I've visited this universe. This would take place before "Carry Me Home" but a year after Jax and reader charcter breaks up and he's with Tara. I know I still haven't written what happened between them and I've just been filling in different parts of the story in pieces. One day, all the pieces will be there (hopefully!) Also, this isn't beta'd.
Rating: T
Word Count: ~1500
Pairing: Teenager!Jax Teller & Teenager F! Reader/OC; OC (Johnny) x Teenager F! Reader/OC (Opie's sister)
Plot: Things don't turn out as expected when you introduce your new boyfriend to your friends and family.
Contains: marijuana use, kissing, jealousy, assault, cursing, angst
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Your junior year just started not too long ago and fall season approached quickly. The weather’s gotten cooler, the leaves are starting to turn and Halloween decorations are everywhere. What you enjoy the most about this season are all the fun activities that come with it: the hayrides, the haunted houses, pumpkin picking and so much more festivities. Aside from the MC being a big contributor, families gather together and people of all ages are just having a good wholesome time. Traditionally it’s been you, Jax, Opie and other friends smoking weed before going into the haunted house getting the crap scared out of yourselves to getting lost in corn mazes.
This year, things are a bit different. Jax and Opie just graduated high school in June and they both have their own girlfriends to take up all their time now. You have your own boyfriend too, but it’s the first time you’re bringing him around your family and friends. The two of you met and hit it off in a math class during a summer school program a few months back and haven’t stopped talking since. He’s a real sweet kid and you’re completely smittened. 
You’re nervously waiting by the entrance where a giant scarecrow greets people as they pass through. You glance at your watch and tap your booted toe.
“Is this guy ever gonna show up?” your brother asks.
“He’s only fifteen minutes late! Chill the fuck out,” you shoot back.
“This nerd is probably not even real,” Jax scoffs.
They’ve all heard about this guy but have never seen him. 
“Shut up! You’re a nerd!” You shove Jax and he stumbles back a bit, accidentally bumping into Tara.
“Come on, guys! Leave her alone. This is her first boyfriend. Be nice,” Tara jumps in to defend you.
If she only knew. 
“Screw this. I’m not waiting around for this imaginary guy. See you guys later,” Jax says, grabbing Tara’s hand before taking off. She throws a small wave to the group while being led away.
Despite Jax falling head over heels for Tara, you can’t really hate her. She’s always been nice to you and to be honest, it’s nice to have another female around, but you’re not sure how she’s stuck around for this long. Miss Community College doesn’t seem quite cut out for the MC life, but she’s committed to Jax and has a tattoo to prove it. You’ve also seen the way Gemma looks at her and talks about her. That’s one big obstacle no amount of tattoos is ever going to be enough to overcome.
“You okay waiting here by yourself?” Opie asks. “Katie wants a candy apple–”
“Don’t put this on me! You’re the one who wants one,” Kate cuts in and playfully slaps his arm.
“It’s fine. Go have fun. I’ll find you guys later,” you reply.
“You sure?” Opie asks again.
“Yes! Just go,” you chuckle and gently shove him. 
Opie reaches to ruffle the top of your hair before taking off. You swat his hand away and frantically fix your hair. You had spent a good amount of time this morning on it. After seemingly putting every strand back in place, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You instantly turn around to find your boyfriend flashing a smile at you.
“Johnny! You made it!” you squeal, but realize you sounded a bit too excited so you try to keep your cool.
“Yeah, sorry I’m late. I was helping my mom with the groceries,” Johnny apologizes as he rubs the back of his neck.
“It’s alright.” Your cheeks heat up as you tuck a loose chunk of hair behind your ear. “Anyways, come on. I want you to meet my brother and friends.”
Johnny is well aware of your association with the Sons. There is no hiding it when you live in a small town, but he doesn’t care. In fact, he looks forward to putting a face on some of the names you talk about all the time. With that, you grab his hand and the two of you go on your merry way.
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It’s been maybe an hour or so since Jax and Tara had left the group and they haven’t circled back with anyone yet. They’ve lost track of time as they’ve been too busy getting lost in the corn maze and stopping every once in a while to makeout and grope each other while sharing a joint. As they try to find their way out, they hear some suspicious noises in the distance.
“Sounds like we’re not the only ones having a good time in here,” Jax whispers and chuckles quietly after taking a hit of the joint in his hand and passing it to Tara.
“All the teenagers are doing it,” she rolls her eyes, taking the joint from him.
As they continue to make their way through the maze, the noises get louder and more lewd, their path forcing them to listen to this hot and heavy private moment.
“No, stop! It tickles!”
Jax’s ears suddenly perk up. He recognizes that voice. 
“Just for a little bit?”
“I don’t know.”
“I won’t go all the way in.”
He hears soft moaning and his feet move quicker. His perked up ears are now bright red.
“Where are you going?” Tara asks as she tries to keep up.
When he rounds a corner, he finds you cornered against the tall wall of corn by Johnny with his hand under your skirt. Suddenly, Jax grabs the back of Johnny’s shirt and yanks him off of you. You flinch at the unexpected interruption.
“Jackson!” you shout as you pull your shirt and skirt down to cover yourself and rush over to where Jax flung Johnny on the ground. “Leave Johnny alone! What are you doing?!”
“Oh, so you’re Johnny. You are real. So I hear you’re good with math,” Jax says as he hovers over Johnny. “Maybe you can solve this for me: Johnny has a whole set of white pearly teeth. If I beat his face in with my two fists, how many teeth will Johnny have left?” he threatens.
“Jackson!” You grab onto Jax’s kutte and try to pull him off Johnny. 
“The lady said no!” With one hand grasping Johnny’s shirt, Jax’s other ringed fist is cocked back.
“What the hell?” Tara finally catches up and stumbles into the scene.
“Tara! Help me get him off!” You shout.
Tara ditches the joint and rushes over, grabbing Jax’s forearm to prevent him from slamming it into Johnny’s face. Finally with the combination of both of you and Tara, you’re able to drag Jax away. He’s a lot stronger than he appears for someone who looks 150 pounds when wet.
While still on the ground, Johnny scrambles away from Jax.
“Hey, I didn’t mean any harm.” He puts his hands up. “I was being respectful.”
“It sure as fuck didn’t sound like it to me!” Jax lunges at Johnny but you and Tara are holding him back. Johnny flinches and gets up on his feet.
“Johnny’s a nice guy! He wouldn’t force himself on me.” You step in between him and Johnny.
This certainly was not the way you had intended for them to meet, but you’re also not surprised by Jax’s behavior. Despite the fact he's the one who ended what the two of you had, his jealousy disguised as protectiveness ever since then did not go unnoticed by you.
“I’m sorry if we got off on the wrong foot, but I understand you’re just being protective of her and I appreciate–” Johnny starts off.
“Shut the fuck up! As far as I know, you were being a fucking creep. You don’t get to touch her,” Jax growls as he points his finger at him.
“Fuck off, Jackson! Johnny’s my boyfriend and we can makeout and fuck all we want. We don’t need your permission,” you shoot back, stepping up to him.
“I’m gonna tell Ope,” Jax threatens.
“Go ahead. Just don’t leave out the part where you assaulted Johnny because I was consensually making out with him.” You cross your arms over your chest. 
You notice Jax’s jaw ticking and his breathing getting deeper and heavier. 
“Are… are you sure you’re okay?” Tara asks you sincerely while trying to focus on you. “Do you want to come with me and Jax?”
“I’m fine! Just leave us alone,” you reply.
“Okay, come on Jax. She said she’s fine.” Tara tugs on his hoodie sleeve. “Let’s try to find our way out. The munchies are kicking in.”
Both you and Jax stare each other down with snarls until finally Jax lets up after Tara gives him another pull.
“It was nice to finally meet you, Johnny. See you around.” 
As Jax and Tara start walking away, Jax stares Johnny down. He glances at you for a moment and you see the green in his ice cold blue eyes right before he turns facing front. He shrugs Tara’s hand off his bicep as he continues to walk away.
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gauntlets-shot · 10 months
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For muns with multiple muses, past and present, on any blog.
Rules: Fill out the form according to which muse suits each title best. (The same muse can have multiple titles.) Repost and tag. Feel free to add more!
Little mun note: Y'all ready for a crossover or two lmao. I'm gonna break the rules a little and just pick based on any of my rp blogs
Favorite Muse: Aw I can't pick between my babies...but I guess right now it's Vi lmao
Most Character Development: Hm ummmm I'd say Harley Quinn. Mostly because I partly followed the show's canon where *spoilers (even though the show's been out for a while now)* Harley turns semi good and joins the bat family
Trash Muse: Just like everybody else, I have no idea what this means buttttt I'm gonna pick Jughead Jones because I regret ever playing him lmfao (do not judge me, I played him like right after season 1 of Riverdale before the show turned to shit. And no, I don't watch it anymore)
The Meme-Lord: Peter fucking Parker (I played both Tom's and Andrew's). That kid is meme central, are you kidding?
Most Likely to Start a War: Harley Quinn. She would do it just for the hell of it.
Best Singer: Caitlyn but she doesn't know it. She used to belt in the shower but now she's got a fear of showers (definitely not because of Jinx lmfao)
Most Attractive Muse: ...this is really hard. As a masc lesbian, it's gonna be a heavy tie between Harley Quinn and Caitlyn
Biggest Heart: Ahhhh this one's pretty hard too. I think because I'm more in touch with Arcane right now, I'd pick Vi over Peter Parker. My version of Vi is very emotion based in terms of her knowing what is morally right but she doesn't exactly do what's right if it means hurting someone she loves
Falls in Love Quickest: I was originally gonna pick Harley for this but I'm gonna choose Caitlyn. If you so as much smile at her and are a girl, she will fall head over heels.
Most Likely to Drop Their Phone in the Toilet: Peter Parker. He's definitely on phone number four now.
Ice Ruler: A ruler is different than a leader but I haven't really played any muses that would rule so to speak so as a leader, I'd say Caitlyn
The Edgelord: Jughead Jones. No explanation needed.
Most Tragic Backstory: Definitely not Caitlyn. Harley's been through hella abuse but (in terms of the show) at least she ends up somewhere good. We all know Peter Parker's life story but I think Vi takes the cake on this one
Best Case of Puberty: Hmmm I was going to pick Peter but he doesn't really change through his teens years as Spider-Man. Vi changes much more drastically so Vi
Most Awkward: Caitlyn one hundred percent. As of right now in Arcane and in terms of my version, she is very awkward and I love her for it.
Busy Bee: Caitlyn again. Poor thing's rising up as sheriff to a shriveling country while also trying to unite Piltover and Zaun, as well as deal with her girlfriend's pyscho sister
Most Clueless: Vi? She's very street smart but she's not as smart as others because she never had any schooling
Most Likely to Forget Their Wallet at Home: Peter Parker. Then he ends up leaving his sandwich on the store counter to swing back home, web up his wallet and swing back to the store to pay for his food
Best Dressed: I'm picking this based on whose style I like the most so Peter Parker. Both in terms of Andrew's skater boy-esque version and the typical nerd-like sweaters of all other versions.
Biggest Flirt: Haha Harley Quinn. She does it on the daily as well as at the most inappropriate times
Most Dramatic: Harley again. She will threaten to throw herself off a building because she got a paper cut
Least Likely to Show Up Late: Caitlyn. She's very pointed when it comes to showing up on time.
One with Weirdest Habit: Harley Quinn. I can't quite pick what the habit would be but for sure it's her
Most Likely to Be Caught at the Gym: Vi. Gotta punch those demons away somewhere, right?
Tagged by : @independentzaun
Tagging: Ahhhh uhh you reading this
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kabutoliker · 2 years
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Kabuto for the ask meme (hopefully beating everyone else to the punch for it)
favorite thing about them
i would honest to god be lying here if i said anything besides his tongue post-snakening. lol. im sorry for being horny.
second to that is bullying him
least favorite thing about them
hmm
back when i was an oro stan i was so mad about how much he was trying to suck up to orochimaru lol. but. obviously things have changed a lot since then soooooooo
i guess i would have to say with the exclusion of like, his weird semi-ooc behavior in the three tails/guren arc- him getting kimimaro all worked up + the way he talked about him and it was just like. man.
favorite line
i watched the dub so im not sure if he did this in the original or manga but he called himself an intellectual like on two separate occasions at least and i lost my fucking mind. redditor rick and morty watcher ass.
brOTP
HIM AND DEIDARA. underrated interactions during the war arc. there wasnt much but it was soooooo good lol. art hoe and nerd...who can top a duo like that besides a school bully who is about to rob them of their lunch money
OTP
besides my obnoxious canon x oc ship for him i ship him with a few different characters (kakashi, yamato) just because i think it's hot from the arts ive seen of these ships and the potential is there for interactions. i also want to throw out my kabuto/deidara agenda out there again btw.
nOTP
orochimaru.
like idk. i think the worst part about this one is the way fans of the ship like...completely ignore the grooming/manipulation at play here for the XD evil boyfriends angle of it. like if youre gonna ship a problematic ship can you at least like ship it in a way that doesnt completely ignore the fact it was built on orochimaru deciding to derail kabuto's, a CHILD'S life just for the fun of it all.
i also dont really like het ships with kabuto either but i have a weird complex about like 99 percent of characters i like fall head over heels in love with in het ships LOL so its nothing personal against the ships its just me being weird and not wanting to be cucked by women. im sorry women.
random headcanon
i want to imagine he gives all the little shin uchiha clones clothing related names. please.
unpopular opinion
that i like him? lol. ive been clowned on by quite a few of my friends for liking him
song i associate with them
like literally everything i listen to. ok no but uhhh.
black light burns - lie
fun facts 1. the singer of this is the guitarist for limp bizkit. 2. i also put this on my oc sayato's playlist too LOL
favorite picture of them
oh boy
i guess id have to say smugbuto aka my current pfp aka this
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like he really do be giving off 4chan tier smug anime girl expression
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2/14/2024 Valentines Day.
I couldn’t really choose just one photo, so I chose multiple.
Despite Not actually meeting her, She’s actually managed to revise/ rework my life. Not particularly in large ways but in small ways and many, (Kaitlyn, a total stranger) inspired different aspects of my life.
A little over the past year Kaitlyn has inadvertently influenced me so much, when it comes to style/music/personal hobbies and so much more. Only being accustomed to the music I was raised around and my own personal taste of Taylor Swift, seeing all of Kait’s tiktoks has not only made me seamlessly fall head over heels for her exceptionally stellar looks but also made me love new music (new to me). On top of the Olivia Rodrigo, Billy Joel and Ofc Taylor Swift I already listen to; The 1975, Harry Styles, Phoebe Bridgers, Maisie Peters and absolutely far from least Gracie Abrams were the new artists in my life that I now absolutely love and admire. Sometimes being the sci-fioving nerd I can be, I love to look at it like the butterfly effect or inadvertently changing a timeline, like If I never was shown these things I wouldnt have done any of those things.
During the winter in January/ February (2023) I need something to do, especially to kill so much time while waiting for the Era’s tour later that May. Aside from playing Fortnite, I’d be playing Minecraft for hours Listening to The 1975 and Harry Styles, listening to ‘About You’ or ‘Sign of The Times’. There are A handful of song I’d have on repeat because I just couldn’t get enough of them. At the end of 2023, I had a wild scheme to drive from NY to Portland, Oregon to go see the last show The 1975 was preforming for the year. (being in the name),I would have impulsively dropped everything day of and went, unfortunately bad luck struck and I ended my year by getting, not only covid but the flu right after. I was out for almost 2 weeks and unfortunately missed the concert. regardless if and whenever the go on tour again, i’ll be there.
After seeing another one of Kait’s videos, It’s almost like two puzzle pieces clicked in my brain. Like one of those ideas that have thinking “huh… why didnt I think if that”. I had never really ever given any thought to reading for fun or enjoyment, I alway have loathed the idea of reading thanks to school. A friend of mine had tried to convince me into reading, however I just happened to choose the worst book to start with. Dune, a bit of a difficult read, especially for a novice reader and that book requires knowing somethings and lire before actually reading said book. So i had got a few chapters in and gave up. My friend had asked before choosing a genre, “what kind if movies do you like? whichever it is, let that be your starting point for choosing”. It had never crossed my mind that Romance would be the best thing to go with, on of my favorite type of movies just in the form of a book. Full credit to Kaitlyn, I had a new lovely little hobby to enjoy. On top reading during that time, I had a list of shows i had been binge watching, again credit where credit is due; Gilmore Girls’ had just jumped to the top of my list and was the only thing I watched, every. single. day. so much that It had cut into my reading time, I had to leave the house to go to barns and noble just to get some chapters in. I was watching so much I managed to get my family involved half way through the show, they wanted to keep watching more than me.
In May, I went to go see Maisie Peters in Radio city, in NY. The whole show was such a unique experience, sitting with all the fans during the acoustic set but there Q&A segment was so sweet and felt so genuine and personal, I was in love with everything and Maisie. I had accidentally gotten tickets for a night in Philadelphia, so I brought a friend and saw her again in August. Maisie and her team are an absolute riot. Again, had I not seen Kait’s tiktok with the song “Not Another Rockstar” playing, I wouldnt have been introduced to Maisie Peters, I wouldnt have listen to her songs, I wouldnt have been there to experience the release of ‘The Good Witch’ and finally wouldn’t have attended the tour twice.
This past January I went to Sydney Australia to attend The Good Riddance Tour, to see Gracie. One could say If I had not been introduced to her, I wouldn’t have gone to Australia or even like Gracie Abrams for that matter. The people, their outfits and love and appreciation for Gracie was insane. After the show was over I dont think i had ever felt so sad that it was over.. The entire week building up to that friday night, and it was over in just a few hours. I was so happy and so emotional during and after the show, I had just wished that that day, that night, could have just lasted a little while longer. After it was over seeing everyone crying and hugging made me feel like I was at the Era’s tour again. I had the heart breaking feeling of, it’s over and she’s gone, off to her next location. Regardless i’m still so greatful I even had the opportunity to fly from NY to Australia and see her. It was a hell of a night.
In the conclusion, what i’ve seen across social media, Kaitlyn has me head over heels for her, she’s has made the biggest imprint on my life anyone has ever made. My love for Taylor and her music has grown exponentially because of her, My emotions for Gracie and her music have become so intense that she’s become a big part of my life just like Taylor. Taylor Swift said that, ” You are what you love” and my room design feels so much like me, more than it ever has, being influenced by Kaitlyn and everything I love. I could go on and continue this super long essay and talk about how unbelievably beautiful and pretty Kait is; Talk about how her heavenly cute hair compliments her sparkling smile that is the best anyone on this planet could ever have. I wholeheartedly believe in another universe, me and Kait are best friends.
This ‘confession of love’ Is me airing my feeling about Kaitlyn and how she’s changed and influenced my life, regardless of not knowing her, It’s funny how just one person can effect your life so much. She doesn’t know it but, she’s so incredibly important to me and i’m just her biggest fan.
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leossmoonn · 2 years
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Opposites Attract
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pairing - stefan salvatore x fem!reader
type - fluff, angst
note / request - requested by anon “AHH ok a concept- you and stefan are both show/movie nerds and you find out he watches the same stuff you do and all but you're from a hunter family so you're supposed to hate him and all but you really don't want to break contact with him so you guys call each other while watching a show or smth together and then banter over each other's opinions over the phone and this routine goes on till days until you guys decide to have an actual sleepover at your place and then you fall asleep on his shoulders while watching some drama show and arguing about it 🥺” okay so obvs I added more to this. honestly I’m not really caught up w the tvd hunter lore but from what I’ve seen it’s kinda impossible for a hunter to love a vampire if their mission is to kill them… but let me bend the rules for this fic lol
summary - you’re a hunter and stefan is a vampire, so why do you two fall for each other?
warnings / includes - mild language, violence, steamy make out sesh, food and alcohol consumption
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You knew you should hate him. You should want to kidnap him, drag him into the forest, stab his heart with a stake. But you couldn’t. The first time you looked at him and into his eyes you couldn’t.
You were one step away from ending his life. Your hand was around his neck, your foot on his chest as to hold him to the ground. You had already used wooden bullets to penetrate his skin, weakening him with each shot. Now he was bleeding on the ground, begging you to have mercy on him.
“Please, I-I have a brother that you will be happier to kill. He’s an asshole and —”
“Ratting our family? Now you really deserve to die. For real this time,” you remark.
You hold the stake up in the air, ready to plunge it into his dead heart. But you stop at the last second as your eyes meet his. Something about them makes you halt all your movements. The sincerity in the and the true fear they held. The kindness and softness that was knitted between his eyebrows, although he looked scared shitless. His eyes were pretty green, matching the color of the pine trees you were surrounded by. His pupils were wide and you could see your reflection in them. You didn’t realize how ugly you looked with the face of a murderer.
“Are you going to kill me or what?” He asks.
You snap back to reality, stumbling backwards. You allow him to get free and you expect him to try and kill you, but all he does is get up slowly, putting his hands up in caution.
“What are you doing? Is this some game you’re playing?” Although he puts on a brave face, you can hear the panic in his voice as it breaks and shakes.
“I…I…” you fail to make words. You can’t stop staring at him. Even though he got free and had the chance to kill you, he didn’t. There was something so different about him. You could feel it.
“Are you okay?” His body relaxes and he takes a step over to you.
“You’re asking me if I’m okay?” You scoff. “Well, you were just about to kill me and you didn’t. Now you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he explains.
“I just… I don’t know. I know I should kill you. I should want to, and I do, but I can’t,” you say.
He raises his brows. “Is this some kind of trick to catch me off guard?”
You shake your head. “No. I’m just as shocked and confused as you are. This has never happened to me before.”
“I don’t know much about hunters, but I’ve never heard of one breaking their mission.”
“Me neither,” you say. You then groan, running your hands all over your face. “My dad is going to be so pissed. He’s expecting me to come home with your head on the stake.”
He chuckles, “well, that sounds like a great reward.” “Yeah, to him,” you sigh. “Look, I don’t know how long I’ll feel this way, so I’ll just leave. You can thank me for sparring your life. Pray that you won’t run into me again.”
You spin on your heel, walking a few steps before he stops you.
“What’s your name?” He asks. You laugh sourly. “Why do you want to know?”
“You showed me kindness which means there’s more to you than meets the eye.”
“You always use cliché phrases.”
“It’s kind of my thing.”
You turn around slowly, smiling at him. “Like ratting your brother out is your thing?”
“If you knew him, you’d know he deserves it.”
Something in you wanted to invite yourself to his home, meeting his brother only to get to know him more. You knew that the fact you didn’t kill him meant something. The sick feeling in your gut meant something.
Could you afford to be selfish and seek it out?
“I’ll take your word for it,” you chuckle. “I gotta get home. See you never — probably.”
“Wait, don’t go,” he frowns. “Do you like being in the company of danger?” You raise your brows.
“That’s another one of my things,” he smirks.
“Well, good for you, but I don’t like mixing business with pleasure. If you want to keep living, then I should go.”
“I can keep living if you stay.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“You won’t know if you don’t try.”
“I’m not willing to take that chance. Look, you’re a nice guy, anyone can see that. You don’t deserve to die, and I really wish I wasn’t who I was because, admittedly, I am interested in you. I don’t know why, but there’s something about you that pulls me to you. But we’re so different and nice people don’t deserve bad things.”
He smiles, “you’re interested in me, huh?”
You roll your eyes. “Don’t let that go to your head.”
“I won’t.” He crosses his arms against his chest. “But it does make me optimistic.”
“About what?”
“That you’ll say yes to having lunch with me tomorrow.”
You snort, “fat chance.” “C’mon, it’s been ten minutes and you still haven’t killed me. Do you feel an urge?” He asks.
“No, but —”
“So take a chance! I know the circumstances are weird, but, you meet the best people in the most unconventional situations.”
He wasn’t wrong. You let out a sigh as you thought over your decisions. You could say yes. You two could potentially develop a friendship, maybe even a romance if your feeling for him became that deep. But on the other end, you could say yes and eventually kill him. Not on purpose, of course, but your instincts could suddenly kick in at any given moment and you wouldn’t see him as the man you would get to know. You would see him as a vampire: vile, dead, a menace to society. And then you could say no. You could never see him again and always have him in the back of your mind as the man who changed you for a fraction of time.
“You don’t have to decide now, but if you do say yes, I’ll be at The Grill at noon tomorrow. Show up if you want. No shame in not showing up, though,” he says.
“Okay,” you nod slowly. “Alright,” he smiles. “I’m Stefan, by the way.”
“Y/n.” You give him a small smile. “Hopefully I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says.
“Don’t count on it.”
Oh, but he did. That night you couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was the last thing you thought of before you went to bed and the first thing you thought about when he woke up. You decided that it was a sign and that you should at least take a chance. And so you did.
You walk into The Grill, looking around for Stefan’s face. You found him in a corner booth, sipping on a glass of bourbon.
“You day drink a lot?” You question as you walk up to him.
“Nah,” he shakes his head. “I just gotta settle my nerves, you know.”
“Oh, are you afraid I’ll kill you?” You grin. “Nope. I’m just nervous. You’re a pretty girl and I want this date to go well,” he explains.
Your face warms and you look down shyly, sliding into the booth. “A date, huh?”
“What did you think this was?”
“Mm, hang out? Chilling with a friend? Getting free food.”
“Oh, you think I’m gonna pay?”
“If you’re a gentleman,” you smile. “Lucky for you, I am,” he smiles back.
“It’s okay. I can pay for my own food,” you say. “No please, I insist. I was the one who invited you,” he says.
You nod, “alright. Next time I’ll pay then.”
“Oh, next time?” He grins.
“No promises,” you wink.
You two have a great time. No surprise there. You spend two hours at the restaurant before you realize what time it was.
“I gotta get home,” you say. “Is your curfew this early?” He asks.
“No, I just have something I need to do for my dad.”
“Let me guess, I don’t wanna know?” He asks. You chuckle, “probably not.”
“Okay. Well, when can I see you next?”
“Who says this is gonna happen again?” You smirk. “You always give people a hard time?” He raises his brow.
“Only when I like them a lot,” you remark. He smiles, “great to know, then.”
You force yourself to leave. It was honestly painful. You wanted to stay and talk to him. You wanted to get to know him more, laugh more, smile more. This was the first time in a while you had actually felt like yourself. You felt free and safe. You felt like you could be someone else than the hunter your father raised you to be. It was refreshing that someone saw you in a different light for once.
You and Stefan decided to continue your friendship in secret. If your dad found out, then he would literally kill you. If Stefan’s friends found out, they would also kill you. It was better to live your lives in secret for a good while.
You two usually hung out either at The Grill, in the woods, or sometimes if you two were lucky, you would be able to sneak him into your ranch house for a few hours during the day. You two would just talk for hours on hours on hours about everything and anything. You learned so much about him. You could retell his stories like you lived through them, too. You weren’t much of an open book, but you slowly told him bits and pieces of your childhood and your life growing up with your family until he was also able to tell your stories like they were his own.
Tonight was a special night, though. Your father was out of town and your brothers and sisters were either at friends’ houses or with your father. You had the whole night to yourself, which meant that you were finally able to have Stefan over in your house.
“This is the kitchen,” you say as you walk him around.
“This is nice,” Stefan comments. He runs his hands over the marble finish of your counter tops. “It looks really neat. Do you guys clean a lot?”
“No, our kitchen is just never used,” you chuckle. “We’re always eating out and stuff. The only homemade meals I’ve had are from my grandma, and she’s dead, so.”
“Right,” he nods. “What if I make you something?”
“Oh, it’s okay. My dad will come home and smell the food and definitely know you were here.”
“But you deserve a home cooked meal. And you’ve tasted my past. You know I’m a good cook.”
You smile, “you are. But I’m just worried that —”
“You, worried? That’s not an emotion I ever picture you feeling.”
You laugh, “I know I put up a front, but it’s different with my dad. I don’t want to take a chance at exposing you and us.”
“I promise I’ll be quick and I’ll clean everything. It’ll be as if I was never here.”
You hum in thought. “Alright. Please don’t make a mess.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
He makes you your favorite dish. You sit on your island table and watch him cook. He was so skillful and graceful with each movements. The way he cut the vegetables, seasoned the sauce, even poured the wine. You realized that there was never going to be a better sight than him cooking. He was in his element.
“This tastes amazing,” you say with a mouth full of food. He smiles, “I’m happy you like it.”
“Oh, I love it. You should cook for me more. Can I hire you as my personal chef?” You ask.
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, baby.”
You grow shy at the pet name, ducking your head down and taking another bite of food.
You two weren’t an official couple. Despite almost kissing and always cuddling and holding hands. You two never saw other people, either. You didn’t know what you were waiting for. You weren’t the type of girl to wait for the guy to make the first move. You were assertive and bold and didn’t like to waste time. But like with everything, it was different with Stefan.
You enjoyed taking it slow. If he was someone else, you would’ve already slept with him. But you liked talking for hours, holding his hands, sitting in silence. You relished being in his arms and spending uninterrupted time with him. It was heaven.
“When will your dad be back again?” He asks. “Tomorrow around noon, but he might come home sooner, so you’ll have to leave earlier if that’s okay,” you answer.
“All good,” he nods. “Can I, uh, see the upstairs after you’re done?”
“Yeah, of course,” you nod. You finish your dinner, washing the dishes quickly before you have a tour of the rest of your house.
“This is my dad’s room,” you slowly open the door.
“Wow, it’s big,” Stefan says. His breath catches in his throat as he sees heads mounted on the walls.
“Yeah, he’s real proud of his work,” you mumble. You hold Stefan’s hand, pulling him away to the next room. “This is my brother’s. He’s the oldest.”
You walk down the hall, showing Stefan everyone’s room and the bathroom before going to yours. He smiles as he sees the picture of you and your mom on front of your door.
“You look cute in this picture,” he says. “Thanks. I was seven,” you reply. You open your door, stepping in and letting Stefan see all of it.
Your room was similar to the others, but also different. It was lighter and smaller. Stefan could feel the homeliness in it.
“Your room is really you,” he comments. You chuckle, “thanks. I try.”
“These your siblings?” Stefan points to a big family portrait on the wall.
“Yep,” you sigh. “We get family portraits done every year to show our “growth”,” you use air quotations.
“You have some from when you’re a kid, then?”
“Yeah, and no, you can’t see them.”
“Aw, why not?”
“One, it’s embarrassing. Two, I don’t know where they are.”
“I see. Well, looks like I’ll have to bring a search party in here.”
You smile, “good luck getting past me.”
“I think I’ll survive,” he smirks. “So, what do you wanna do now?” You ask.
He shrugs, “whatever you want. We have the whole house to ourselves.”
“Wanna watch a movie then?” You suggest. “Sure. You can pick,” he nods.
You two go back downstairs and you put in your favorite movie. You pop some popcorn, snuggling into Stefan’s side.
You two cuddled in silence for half of the movie. You began to feel tired and you put your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his middle and using him as a pillow. He smiles down at you, his chest warming at the sight of your pretty face snuggling into his shirt. Your scent immersed him, making him focus on you instead of the movie.
He hugs you closer, gently resting his cheek onto your head. He starts to play with the hem of your sweater, shamelessly staring at your lips.
“Y/n?” He says a little bit above a whisper. “Yeah?” You hum, looking up at him. You notice where his eyes are and best begins to rise to your cheeks.
“Thanks for not killing me yet,” he says. You smile, “it’s not hard. You don’t make me want to kill you.”
“I’m glad,” he laughs.
Your eyes flicker down to his lips and you find yourself wondering how he tastes, how he kisses. Would he feel as good as you imagined? Would it be as magical as you wished?
“Can I kiss you?” He asks.
You look up at his eyes. Those beautiful, kind, green eyes you love so much. You don’t verbally answer him. You just lean in, closing the gap between you two.
One of his hands wraps around the back of your head and cradles your neck. His other arm supports the small of your back, pressing your chest up against his. You wrap your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his soft hair. You hum in content as he moves you onto his lap. You straddle his waist, pulling him towards you to deepen the kiss.
It felt better than you had imagined. It was even more magical than you could wish for. He kissed you gently, but you didn’t miss the passion behind each movement. He held you like he was hugging you. Like he never wanted to let go. His lips fit between yours perfectly, just like a kissing puzzle piece. And he was one hell of a kisser, too.
You pull away, your lungs begging for air. You rest your forehead against his, a smile lighting up your face.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he breathes out.
“Me, too,” you laugh.
“I wanna do it again,” he says. You nod against him. “Let’s take it to the bedroom, yeah?”
He grins, “that would be a dream come true.”
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scarlettriot · 3 years
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Take Him Seriously
Pro Hero Kirishima x F!Reader
Summary: When your pro hero bf suggests slipping away at the hero gala you don't really take the big guy seriously... he's about to show you why you should.
Very minor BakuDeku and KamiJiroShinso
Warnings: SMUT BELOW THE CUT 18+ Minors DNI! Exhibitionism, Soft Dom, Lots of Praise, Pet Names (Sweets & Baby & Good Girl), Cursing
Word Count: 1,753
Alcohol, as it did with many people, had a way of making Kirishima's lips looser and thoughts flow more freely. You sat across from your boyfriend at the yearly heroes gala, the both of you dressed in your finest. The party was in full swing, awards and dinner had been served and now the drinking and dancing were the primary events. Although, you and Eijiro opted to take a break. Sinking down into chairs at an empty table. He'd lost his jacket some time ago and you were dying to kick off your heels already.
Somewhere among the smiles and laughter you both shared, he'd leaned back, long legs as thick as tree trunks stretched out wide in front of him and you couldn't help but notice crimson eyes lingering on you as you massaged your aching heels. "If you wanna get off your feet for a while, I have a few ideas of how we can make that happen."
You actually giggled at the comment. "What?"
It wasn't that Eijiro wasn't capable, he was MORE THAN capable! It's just, he wasn't one to usually voice those desires, he usually just... acted on them. And you knew with a room full of friends and colleges he'd never do so in such a public place.
And yet, "Mhm, wrap those luscious thighs around me and I'll keep you off the ground for a while, whatcha say?" He'd leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees even as you slipped the black strap back in place and stood.
"Sure, Eijiro, whatever you say."
He looked up at you, a pout on his lips, "You're not taking me seriously."
You kissed that adorable lower lip of his, "You're right, I'm not. But, when we get home, I'd love to get all tangled up with you-"
Eijiro grabbed your hand and tugged you back down to eye level, "And what if I don't wanna wait that long?" You were still pretty sure he was full of it, "You should take me more seriously, sweets."
He let your hand fall, brushed his lips against your cheek, and let you wander back out to the dance floor but you could feel his eyes on you the entire time.
An hour had passed. You were busy dancing and catching up with friends you didn't see nearly enough and, honestly, you'd nearly forgotten about what Eijiro had hinted at with everything else that had been going on.
You'd been walking back from the restroom when a door open and someone pulled you inside the small coat closet, though, it didn't take much for you to realize who the someone was.
"Eiji! What the-"
He backed you against the door, lips hot against yours while he fumbled with a folding chair, jamming it up under the handle of the door. "I told you, you should take me more seriously." He kissed down the length of your neck, sharp teeth nipping at your skin harder than usual, and, for a second, you were too caught up in the moment to remind him he had to be careful. That there was an event happening that both of you were supposed to be present at!
"Ei, hey, Eijiro," You managed to gain enough sense to pull his head back to look at him, "Babe, we're very much in public. If you want we can just go h-"
That was the second time his lips had cut you off. "Don't care. I want you, right here, right now." He bunched the fabric of your floor-length gown until he could grab at your legs underneath. "Been wanting to tear this dress off you since we left but I still can't do that so I guess I gotta settle for these instead."
It took him no effort at all to rip open the black pantyhose you'd been wearing, quickly followed by the lacy panties under them. The pupils of his eyes were blown wide, tongue darting out to lick his lips while he teased your folds, his other hand guiding yours to the front of his black pants where he was so painfully hard.
"Please, sweets..."
He knew just how to lure you in. Your hands flew to his belt and shoved his pants and boxers down just enough to free him. Eijiro already had two fingers inside you and his thumb circling your clit.
You wanted to move, to sink down on your knees in front of him and give him what he apparently been thinking about all night long but he pinned you to the wall. "I don't have the patience for that." A third finger slipped inside with ease now, one of your legs hooked in the crook of his arm.
"Eiji." You whined rocking your hips, pushing his calloused fingers deeper until he was reaching your favorite spot making you moan and whimper, all his favorite noises he couldn't get enough of. You fought with his tie and then the buttons of his shirt, eager to claw and leave your mark on him.
"Not fair." The man groaned when you ran nails down the planes of his back. "I gotta behave. You've got all this skin on display..."
"Didn't stop you on my neck."
He finally noticed the little bite marks he'd left behind. "Well, if I've already done that much." You moaned at the contact on your neck again, the opposite side this time. And when he applied that pressure, thrust his fingers in hard and deep, you had to bite your cherry red lip to keep yourself from crying his name as you came around his fingers.
"That's a good girl. Keep nice and quiet for me, okay?" You hadn't even fully came down off your high before Eijiro had you up in his arms, the weeping tip of his cock easing into you.
You reached up and found the empty bar of a rack, hanging onto it for dear life as Eijiro pounded into you, your hips meeting every single time with a harsh smack that you were pretty sure was louder than any of the moans you'd been making.
You were still so damn sensitive. He had your toes curling in seconds with the steady pace he set. Watching his cock quickly vanish inside you and then slowly pull out so you could feel each vein he had to offer, every inch he could give you.
"More, more, please, Eiji." He only smirked at your babbled pleas but gave you exactly what you requested. Picking up the pace and fucked you so damn hard you thought you might go through the wall. "Please, fuck!"
With your legs around his torso and your back braced on the wall, that left one of his hands free to clamp over your noisy mouth and the other to toy with your clit. "You want them to know what we're doin' in here? You're gonna let em know who's fuckin' you this good if you keep that up."
It was no use, you couldn't stay silent while he had you like this, you never could. His fingers dipped inside your mouth, "Suck on these so you'll keep quiet." And you did, maybe even a little too well because now it was Eijiro who was moaning like a horny teenager.
"Fuck you're too good at this. Damn, you look amazing, I told you that, right? So fucking gorgeous."
His praise had you sucking his fingers in harder, hugging his cock tighter, teetering right on that edge once again. "Gonna cum again for me? At this fancy party? My cock all the way in you and my fingers down your throat, ah, yes" He chuckled, "So fuckin' good for me, baby. Keep cumming."
Eijiro slowed his thrusts letting you actually ride out your high this time, letting you muffle your screams by biting his shoulder. You whined pitifully when he pulled out of you entirely, very aware he hadn't cum yet. "Get on your knees for me, please, sweets. Can't go shooting inside you when you got nothing to keep it in..."
You both looked at your torn panties on the floor and realized he had a point.
On your knees, Eijiro popped his fat cock right into your mouth with a sigh. "You're gonna have to swallow all of it, alright? Don't want any getting on your dress, I wanna ruin that later."
It didn't take him long to reach his peak, not with the way you swallowed him, hollowed your cheeks out, and tongued his head. He had his messy fingers wrapped up in your hair, fucking your throat how he pleased.
"Love you so damn much, sweets." Eijiro kept his voice low, muttering practically when you felt the first hot rope shoot down your throat, "Taken' me so fuckin' well, always take me so good, take it all, fuck, Y/N."
You might have damn near choked from all the cum he'd just unloaded but at least none of it ended up on your dress or his pants.
He dropped to his knees in front of you, kissing you tenderly and wiping the tears and mascara off of your cheeks. Eijiro helped you straighten out your dress again and fix your hair as best as it could be.
"Sorry I didn't take you seriously earlier." You chuckled, your throat still a little raw.
"I can't really blame you. I didn't even know if I'd have the courage to go through with it but then I saw you on the dance floor and I couldn't wait anymore."
He scooped up your torn pantyhose and undies, pocketing them both before dropping another quick kiss on your lips and opening the door...
"About fucking time!" Katsuki grumbled, pushing pasted you and Eijiro and going into his coat that had been hanging near where Eijiro had just been railing you.
"Seriously, have you two no shame!" Denki tsked and you half hid behind Eijiro.
The redhead tucked you under his arm with a grin. "You're one to talk. As if we didn't all hear you, Kyoka, and Hitoshi goin' at it in the restroom last year at this thing. Least we kept it mostly quiet."
"Just go out to your damn car like everyone else does! It's not that hard!" Bakugo huffed, tucking his phone into his pocket. "Then people can get to their phones or go to the fucking bathroom and not have to wait for someone to fuckin' get off! Speakin' of which, where's my damn nerd!"
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#17 and jungkook please !! 💖
“Everytime I look at you I feel my heart breaking, because I need you, desperately, and you never notice”
Guess who had more nerd!reader x fratboy!jungkook up her sleeve? I did a little tweaking to the sentence to make it more natural, but I hope you'll enjoy it!
Genre: College AU
Word count: 983
Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, that's about it I think?
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You’ve had a long night.
You hadn’t really planned on spending your first night after finishing your finals’ week at a frat house party. In fact, if you’d been able to never step foot inside a frat house every again, that would have been fine by you.
Except, of course, Jungkook had asked you, and what kind of monster would say no to his wide, pleading eyes?
God, the shit you’ve done for Jungkook, ever since he’s joined this wretched place. The parties you’ve gone to. The alibis you’ve provided when he got in trouble. The classes you’ve helped him pass at the last minute.
He’s lucky you’re so absolutely, helplessly, desperately in love with him.
A shame he doesn’t know it.
“Hey, can I get another drink?”
You glare furiously at the already pretty wasted Jimin asking you to help him put more alcohol in his system. He tries the puppy eyes — doesn’t work, you’re immune to everyone’s but Jungkook’s — and when it fails, he turns around, pouting. You’re sure he’ll be back when you won’t be guarding the table.
Yeah, okay, maybe the frat house isn’t as horrible as you’d first thought. When Jungkook — nerdy, shy, first year Jungkook, who you’d become close friends with — had told you he wanted to join, you’d been ready to throw hands with any asshole who would be a dick to him there.
Well, not really, but you’d have filed a strongly worded complaint to the administration, for sure.
Except Jungkook had thrived there. And you were happy for him, really. You’d watched him blossom into this muscular, tattooed, confident version of himself, and you couldn’t have been more proud of him. You might even have said something sappy about it to Namjoon.
You hadn’t realized you’d fallen in love with him until it was way, way too late.
“You wanna dance?”
You’re ready to will someone else away with just your eyes, but you simply melt when you see Jungkook, giving you his wide bunny grin. He always comes to check on you every once in a while. You wonder if he knows how miserable you are at those parties. Probably not. He wouldn’t invite you if he did. He’s too kind for that.
Yet another reason why you’re head over heels for him.
Normally, you’d say yes. You like dancing with Jungkook. You revel in his proximity, the heat of his chest, the feeling of his body pressed against yours, how his hand carefully closes around your waist.
But you’ve had a really long night. You hate these parties. You hate how loud they get, how they make you want to hide in a corner, how obvious it is in those moments that you’re barely part of his world anymore and you just— You want to go home.
“Sorry, Jungkook,” you smile apologetically. “I think I’m going to call it a night.”
His face falls, and your heart drops. He nods and gives you a small smile, and you know that he understands, but also you’re immediately flooded with the urge to explain yourself. Before you can open your mouth to do that, though, he’s already said “I’ll walk you home then,” and that doesn’t leave much room to try anything.
“Hey,” you mumble as the two of you are walking side by side, silence stretching on for a little too long, “you know it’s just because I’m really tired, right?”
Jungkook lets out a quiet laugh.
“I know. Don’t worry.” And then, under his breath, voice so low he either didn’t think you’d hear or didn’t realize he was saying it at all, he adds “It’s just not fair.”
You blink.
“What’s not fair?”
He tenses at the question.
“Forget it.”
“Kookie, what’s not fair?”
He looks hesitant, conflicted, but when you give him a questioning look, he folds almost immediately. Under the streetlights, you can tell that his face is turning red.
“It’s not fair because I— I need you around. All the time. My heart just breaks every time you leave and you— You never notice.”
Say what now?
He lets out a brief, so obviously hurt laugh as you stare at him open-mouthed that you can feel your own heart shattering.
“Sorry. You can just forget I said anything, alright? I’ll— handle it on my own.”
He’s already turning around to keep walking, and you know he’s still going to walk you home, because he wouldn’t let you do it alone, no matter how many times you insist that it’s perfectly fine, that big idiot.
Your big idiot.
You jog to catch up with him, and, trying to ignore the loud beating of your heart, you slide your hand down his arm, reaching for his hand, buried in the pocket of his jacket.
He tenses, glancing at you.
“You don’t have to—”
“I know.”
“No, really, you don’t—”
“I know.”
“No, but, if you do that, it’ll— It’ll hurt so much more when I don’t— When I don’t have you anymore.”
You look up at him. You don’t know where to begin. Don’t know how to explain yourself when he didn’t leave you room to do that.
How do you even say ‘I love you’ again?
“I love you,” you say quietly. “I’ve loved you since you invited me over to your place for a Lord of the Rings marathon.”
“When Jimin interrupted us and made fun of us and you called him a himbo?” Jungkook asks, clearly skeptical.
“You even gave me an opportunity to call Jimin a himbo. Just when I thought you couldn’t get more perfect.”
He lets out a bashful laugh, looking down at his feet.
“You love me,” he repeats. He sounds delighted. And then he looks up, more determined than you’ve ever seen him. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
You grin.
“Do your worst.”
It’s the best kiss you’ve ever had.
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bellesowl · 3 years
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head over heels
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- multiple characters
⤷ kuroo, iwaizumi, atsumu, sakusa 
genre: fluff!! ; established relationship
synopsis: in which they realize how head over heels they are for you
word count: 1.4k total :))
warnings: very very slight manga spoilers in iwa’s, i kinda curse a little
- a/n: hi! this is very very late for valentines but i wanted to post it anyways! also, this is very cheesy but when is anything i write not cheesy anyways? & please, i literally write for the same four people BYEE. oh & thank u @omisluvr for beta-ing this ily mwah
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- kuroo tetsurou
he falls for your quick wit & intelligence 
we all know that kuroo is known for his wit and for being a big, big nerd LMAOAKJSC 
i think he would appreciate a s/o who’s on his level academically & could compete with him, esp cause he’s so competitive
and we know how quick with his words this man is- it’s probably one of the reasons tsukishima actually listens to this mf tbh
i feel like he would want a s/o who could bite back and put him in his place every once in a while
probably finds it super hot 
“tetsurou!” you yell, glaring at him. 
he raises his hands in alarm, amusement and mischief swimming in his eyes. he had embarrassed you in front of the whole class, immediately correcting you when you claimed that the reaction on the board was an endothermic reaction when in reality, it was an exothermic reaction. sure, he was right, but he didn’t have to point it out like that!
“what?” he questions, “it’s not my fault you lacked docosapentaenoic acid when you were a child.” he finishes with a smug smirk on his face. 
the scowl on your face morphs into a smirk at his words and his own falls at your face. “i think you mean docosahexaenoic acid, oh wise one?” you ask, sarcasm dripping from your tone.
he recovers quickly, yelling about how easy it is to mistake the two. at your laugh, he realizes just how lucky he and whipped he is for you because this? he wouldn’t trade this for the world.
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- iwaizumi hajime 
he falls for your independence 
lord knows that having to deal with oikawa practically all his life + the seijoh third years, my man would not be able to deal with a s/o who is super dependent on him
sure, he finds it cute when you’re being clingy & want a hug or a kiss but someone who constantly insecure or is just overall emotionally dependent on him - i feel like it would be a slight turnoff 
now, if you feel insecure, tell him because he would also def appreciate your honesty and that wouldn’t necessarily be seen as a problem
it becomes a problem when you push all your problems onto him and expect him to fix it
but a s/o who can work out their problems on their own but still comes to him for advice and support?
yeah, he’s def in love
you hear a knock on your door and quickly move to open it, hoping it’s who you think it is.
“hey love,” hajime sighs as you usher him into your home, “i’m so sorry i’ve been so busy lately, with volleyball and all the extra applications to be able to move to the states, it’s been a lot.”
you nod, understanding written on your face. “don’t worry about it babe, i get it! do you need any help with anything?”
he shakes his head, instead choosing to wrap his arms around you, nuzzling his nose in your hair and breathing in your intoxicating scent. “being with you is enough. i really am sorry though, did you need anything?”
you shift slightly, guiding him over to the couch and cuddling up to him there, “all i need is this, hajime.”
he kisses the top of your head and while you both talk about everything and nothing, and it hits him that this is it. you’re it for him - because when he’s with you, he feels like he’s home.
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- miya atsumu 
he falls for your unrelenting support
i think we all know that atsumu was left out a lot as a kid & i think that one of his biggest fears is that his loving s/o secretly prefers his brother like everyone else
so he probably tries to scare you off by showing his ugly side first- like constantly arguing with you or canceling dates in favor of an extra hour or two of volleyball practice- and you stay? 
he realizes that no matter what, you won’t leave him
“oi! what are ya still doin’ here, slug?” osamu yells, walking into the gym.
“what do ya think? havin’ a tea party?” atsumu quips back, annoyed that his brother interrupted his practice. 
osamu grabs a ball by his feet and chucks it at his brother. “do ya even know what time it is?” at atsumu’s look of confusion he decides that you’re too good for his idiot brother. “it’s already past 8, you’re late for yer movie date with y/n.”
atsumu’s eyes widen and osamu rolls his eyes at his brother’s frantic form, trying to clean up and get out of there as quickly as he can. “just go, i’ll stay to clean up.” osamu sighs, “but you owe me onigiri for a week!” 
back at your house, you’re sitting on the couch, patiently waiting for your boyfriend- who’s late, again. you jump at the frantic knocks at your front door and you open it to a very sweaty, very disheveled atsumu. 
“shit sorry babe! i left my phone on the bleachers and lost track of time but-” you cut him off with a kiss. his eyes widen before fluttering shut. 
“go shower, tsumu- you stink!” you laugh at his scowl “we can probably still get a couple movies in before my parents get back home.” 
he nods, “i really am sorry babe. i didn’t mean to come late, i just got so caught up in my serves and sets and i-”
“it’s fine love, you have to practice to get better, i understand. i would never tell you to skip out on something so important to you when you make sure to come see me in the end anyway.” you interrupt him, “and besides, i love to brag about how my boyfriend is one of the best setters in the nation” you add with a wink. 
he gives you a peck on the cheek before heading towards your bathroom, thinking about how lucky he is to have you by his side. he decides that this will be the last time he’s late because god forbid he does something to ruin something as precious as this. 
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- sakusa kiyoomi
he falls for your respectful and understanding attitude
my poor baby
probably had to deal with getting so much shit for his germophobic preferences 
so when you guys started dating he def asked you to respect his boundaries 
and when you did without questioning him?? or making fun of him?? 
he was shocked because even his own cousin would have something to say about his proclivity for extreme cleanliness
you walk into the huge stadium, eyes searching for a mop of black hair, slightly terrified of getting lost. out of the corner of your eye, you see a flash of neon green & yellow.
“komori!” you yell, hoping he could hear you over the excited chatter all around. you see him whip his head around, trying to find the source of the sound. you yell a couple more times, jumping up and down like a lunatic. he finally spots you and smiles, walking over.
“oh, hey! are you here for kiyoomi?” he asks with a mischievous glint in his eyes, already leading you over to where your boyfriend is, “but i have no clue why you would look for him in the middle of the floor. don’t you know your boyfriend by now?”
you slap him lightly on the arm but excuse yourself when you see your boyfriend hiding in the corner with the most hateful glare on his face. as you walk away and towards him, you notice komori walking over to a tall, dark-haired boy. that must be the setter omi was telling me about, you think. you brush it off, deciding you’d bring it up another time and you tap your boyfriend lightly. the glare he gives you almost makes you want to drop dead right there but you notice how his eyes soften and his overall demeanor brightens.
he pulls you towards him, surprising you and everyone watching, and mumbles into your ear, “i thought you had a tutoring session?”
you pull back slightly and notice how he leans down, practically asking for a kiss. you peck his cheek before giggling, “i wanted it to be a surprise! are you surprised? did you miss me?”
he rolls his eyes before pulling down his mask and kissing you properly. “yes and ... yes” he answers, a light blush apparent on his cheeks.
“awwww! you have a crush on me!!! no, you looove me!! that’s so embarrassing!!” you laugh and he shakes his head but silently agrees because yeah, if the permanent butterflies and erratic heartbeat are any indications, he does love you. and he doesn’t plan on stopping for the rest of your lives.
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alisonsfics · 3 years
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high school reunion
pairing: chris evans x reader
summary: in high school, you were one of the smart kids. You had been focused on two things a.) your grades b.) chris evans. chris was a year older than you and an absolute daydream. he never noticed you or your pathetic crush on him. when you run into him at your high school reunion, you realize he may have paid more attention to you than you thought.
word count: 3.1k
warnings: drinking, swearing, smut, unprotected sex, oral (f & m receiving), face riding, blowjobs, multiple orgasms, praise kink, dirty talk, minors DNI (18+ ONLY)
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As you walked into the old gymnasium, you were struck by the booming bass coming from the dj’s booth and countless flashbacks to your high school experience.
It all came back to you in a flood of memories. You remembered the dreaded dodgeball games and watching awkward promposals. Within an instant, it’s like you were a teenage girl again, and your only concern was your upcoming physics test.
As you took it all in, someone walked up to you. You almost missed them saying hi to you as you reminisced. “Wait...Camille? From Ms. Benson’s home room? It’s been forever. How are you?” You asked, remembering the girl who sat next to you in home room. She had traded in her grunge aesthetic and denim jackets for a designer dress and a Gucci handbag.
“I’ve been doing great. It’s nice to see you. You look amazing. I almost didn’t recognize you” she said, and you giggled at your identical dilemma.
In high school, you would have refrained from calling yourself a nerd and instead chose “academically inclined.”
Here you were, almost twenty years later, and you definitely had not peaked in high school. You were now the CEO of a successful business. Let’s just say, your appearance now put your high school self to shame.
“Meet my husband, Robert” Camille said, introducing you to the man at her side. You both exchanged polite smiles and a handshake. After you had gotten all the pleasantries out of the way, Camille got to the gossip. “So are you married?” She asked, paying close attention to your answer.
You shook your head politely. “No, I’m single actually” you informed her, casually glancing around the room. “Really? I would have assumed you and Chris would have ended up together” she told you, and you nearly choked on the air.
She smirked at your reaction. “I—ummm. Why would you think that?” You asked, innocently. You still weren’t a very good liar, and she noticed.
“Come on. You were head over heels for him in high school. I always assumed he had a thing for you too. You two would make an adorable couple” she teased you. You felt a small grin appear on your face as you remembered the love of your life during high school.
Chris had been the one thing that distracted you from school. He was like a Ken doll. You had gone to school with him since kindergarten, and once high school started, you were in love. You believed he was your soulmate. It ended up just being a silly fantasy.
“He didn’t even know I existed in high school. Besides, now he’s a big successful actor” you told her, stubbornly. She didn’t seem convinced by your words. “Well, I have some more people to say hello to. Let me know when you and Romeo finally get together. It’s been good to see you” she said, taking her husband's hand and walking away.
You tried to ignore the heat beating off of your cheeks. You headed towards the open bar, knowing you would need a drink to deal with tonight because along with the nostalgic high school flashbacks, came dealing with the preppy girls who had once been cheerleaders and were now three-times divorced.
You thanked the bartender and took the glass out of his hand. You turned around and ran right into someone. You stumbled backwards and felt a strong pair of hands grip your forearms and stop you from falling.
Once you finally got your balance, you looked at the person the arms were attached to. You nearly spit out your drink.
Chris Evans.
“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” he quickly apologized, but you were left speechless. Slowly, your brain began to function again. “Yes, no I’m—I’m fine” you stuttered, still not believing your eyes.
You didn’t think Chris would even show up tonight. You assumed he was probably busy with work, being famous and all that.
He chuckled as you stumbled over your words. “Wait. It’s you?” He asked, a sense of realization washing over him. His eyes gazed over your body, engraving it all into his memory. “You look...wow” he mumbled, breathlessly. It was the first time he had gotten a good look at you.
Just like that, your walls shattered. In high school, you viewed Chris as amazing in every way. He was perfect in your eyes. Finally, twenty years later, you knew he wasn’t. He was just like everyone else. Every expectation you’d had of him for years was shattered.
You were invisible to him in high school. You didn’t think he had ever even looked in your direction. You only now had his attention because you were attractive. He wanted nothing to do with you when you were the smart girl who aced all of her tests. Now that you had an amazing figure, he was all over you. He was just like every other guy.
“Thank you...for finally waking me up. I can’t believe I let myself think you were a good guy” you said, muttering the last part to yourself. Then, you moved your arms away from him and walked right past him. After having your “aha moment”, you wondered why it took you so long to see him for what he truly was.
You quickly busied yourself with making small talk with a few friends. You weren’t really that interested in the conversation, but you desperately needed a distraction. It didn’t help that you could feel Chris’ eyes burning into your skin.
Even when he was talking to other people, his eyes would find yours over the shoulder of whoever he was talking to. It felt like your skin was on fire; all because he was watching your every move.
You headed towards the bar, needing another drink to cope with this. Before you could make it to the bar, someone grabbed your hand and pulled you towards them. In your heart, you knew who it was, but you prayed it wasn’t.
You were right.
It was Chris.
He had pulled you towards the dance floor, and his hands were resting on your hips. You tried to pull away, but he had a firm grasp. “Let me go” you said, simply but sternly. He shook his head, not giving in an easy as you would have liked.
“Can we just talk?” He asked you, looking into your eyes. You huffed, but eventually gave in. You wrapped your arms around his neck and swayed from side to side with him. “What did I do to make you upset?” He asked you.
You could see how genuine he was in his eyes. After all these years, he exuded comfort.
“Do you think I didn’t see you checking me out?” You asked him. His brows furrowed in confusion. “I didn’t mean to be creepy. It’s just...you look good” he told you, but his eyes didn’t leave yours. No lingering glances that rolled down your body. He was looking right into your eyes. You couldn’t help but start to believe him.
You were torn. You didn’t want to fall for his trap, but you had twenty years worth of feelings that hadn’t disappeared. “It’s not that you looked. It’s that you didn’t look before. In high school, I was invisible, but now all of a sudden you’re interested. Now that I’m not the nerdy smart girl, you are suddenly invested in talking to me” you said, sharply.
He made it hard to be mad at him. You wanted to hate him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.
He seemed confused by what you said. “I was just shocked that you look so different now. It took me a second to recognize you. And you were never invisible to me” he told you, his thumb rubbing into your hip.
“Oh please, you barely knew my name in high school” you said, unconvinced. He chuckled to himself while looking down at the floor. “No, I got nervous around you. I barely knew my own name when you were around” he told you, bashfully.
You didn’t know whether to believe his words or not. He was an actor, so it wouldn’t be hard to trick you, but the look in his eyes felt genuine. “Prove it” you challenged him.
A small chuckle passed through his lips as he looked at you. “Okay. When you were really focusing in class, you would bite the end of your pencil. Your golden rule was that you had to get above a 93% on any test you took. Sometimes when it was dodgeball day, you would sneak under the bleachers to read your favorite book: Something Wicked this Way Comes by Ray Bradbury” he rambled, and you were blown away. He had been paying attention to you all those years.
“Wow” you said, stunned. He smirked as he watched you realize everything he said was true. “Believe me now?” He questioned. You just nodded your head. You suddenly felt embarrassed for being so mad at him.
“I’ve been waiting twenty years to do this, but can I kiss you?” He asked you, his bashful expression reappearing. You felt your cheeks heat up and the butterflies in your stomach as you nodded.
Within a moment, his lips were on yours. It was perfect. You had been dreaming of this day for over twenty years. You always assumed this moment would be underwhelming if it every happened, but you were wrong.
His lips fit perfectly in yours. They tasted like cinnamon. Your fingers laced through his hair, gently pulling on the soft strands. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer to him. You both pulled away with contagious smiles.
You felt a warmth beginning to pool between your legs. You wanted his lips on you forever; however, your high school reunion was hardly the place to have those thoughts.
You rested your head against his as you both continued to dance. After about ten minutes, you both were getting restless. His lips grazed over yours again, with a gentle, feather-like touch. “How about we get out of here?” He mumbled against your lips.
He noticed your eagerness as you quickly nodded. “We did just get here. I’d hate for you to not get to see everyone” he said, teasing you.
You shook your head. “You were the only one I was hoping to see tonight” you told him, honestly. With that permission, his hand was in yours, and he was pulling you towards the exit.
Within twenty minutes, you both were pulling up in front of his house. You both rushed inside, hand in hand. As soon as the door was closed, he pinned up against it. His lips were instantly on yours. He had an insatiable appetite that only you could satisfy.
“I have waited so long for this” he mumbled against your lips. Your lips were met in a messy kiss; both of you needy for the other’s touch. He grabbed at the back of your thighs, hiking one of your legs up to wrap around him.
“I can tell” you muttered, feeling his already-hard cock pressed up against your thigh. He jutted his hips into your own, desperate for some friction.
He let out a low groan as you tugged on his hair. He cupped your ass, pressing your body against his. You could feel the pressure building in your abdomen; your arousal pooling between your thighs. “Need you so bad, sweetheart” he begged for his release.
You spun him around and sunk to your knees. His mouth watered at the sight of you looking up at him through your eyelashes. You slowly started to undo his belt and then unzipped his pants. You tugged down his boxers, and his cock sprung free, leaking with precum.
You started slow, licking a stripe up his length. He threw his head back against the door as you repeated the action. “Fuck, honey” he moaned, breathlessly. You put his tip in your mouth, and ran your tongue around him. The salty taste overwhelmed your tastebuds.
You took in more of him, while massaging his balls with your hand. “You’re doin’ so good, fuck—right there” he moaned out. His hand found itself in your hair. He bobbed your head up and down.
“Feel so good—your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock” he moaned at the sight of you. You could feel his cock throbbing inside your mouth.
The tip of his cock brushed up against the back of your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his length. “I’m gonna—” he mumbled, before shooting his seed into your mouth. You swallowed and pulled your mouth off of him with a popping sound.
He grabbed your hand and tugged you towards his bedroom. “Let me repay you, sweetheart” he said, his eyes dark with lust. He tugged off the rest of his clothes and then moved to you. He unzipped your dress at a painstakingly slow pace. You shrugged it off your shoulders, letting it pool at your ankles.
He grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. He laid down on the bed, pulling you with him. “You want to sit on my face, sweetheart?” He asked, and your stomach did a flip. You nodded, shyly.
He beckoned you closer to him. “Bet you taste so good” he said, kissing you. He pulled down your panties, letting you kick them off. Then, you positioned yourself over his head, holding onto the headboard.
He gripped your thighs and pulled you closer to him. With no warning, he licked a stripe through your folds. You tightened your grip on the headboard as a wave of pleasure ran through your body.
His tongue expertly drew figure eights. “Fuck, Chris” you moaned. He buried his face in between your legs. “I was right. You taste so good” he muttered.
He lightly sucked on your clit. “Right there—God” you mumbled, breathlessly. His tongue dove into your folds, his nose brushing up against your clit. You began to grind down on his face.
“That’s it, sweetheart” he praised, speeding up his pace. Your knuckles turned white as you clenched onto the headboard. You rocked your hips against his face. “I’m getting close” you said, feeling your approaching orgasm.
His beard scratched against the inside of your thighs, giving you the friction you craved. He mumbled words of praises, the vibrations going straight to your core. You continued to rock your hips, the coil in your stomach tightening.
He grabbed your thighs and pulled you even closer to his face, his tongue reaching deeper inside of you. “You gonna cum all over my face?” he asked, beginning to suck on your clit again.
The tight coil snapped as your orgasm washed over you. You continued to suck on your clit, making you squirm above him. He lapped up your juices and peppered kisses on the inside of your thighs.
You rolled off of him, and he met your lips with a kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips. “You did so good, honey” he said, smiling into the kiss.
His hands slipped behind your back and quickly unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor. “So gorgeous” he mumbled, massaging your breasts with his hands. You closed your eyes, trying to recover from your orgasm.
You felt something cold and wet. You opened your eyes and saw Chris sucking on one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak.
“Chris...I need you” you whined. He picked his head up to look at you, before crawling on top of your body. “Where do you need me, sweetheart?” He asked, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.
“Inside me—fuck. Please just fuck me” you begged him. He smirked to himself before kissing you again.
He gripped your hips and lined himself up. “Hurry up” you pleaded. He wore a cocky grin. You had waited years for this moment, and you didn’t think you could wait any longer. “So needy, baby” he said, before pushing his length into you.
He was much bigger than anyone you’d ever been with. “Shit—you’re so big” you moaned, adjusting to his size. He slowly pulled out and then thrusted into you again. “You’re so tight” he groaned, as he slowly pushed himself all the way inside of you. He lightly brushed up against your g-spot.
Once you adjusted to his length, he began to thrust in and out of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him reach even deeper inside of you.
The sounds of soft groans and your skin slapping against Chris’ filled the room. You pulled his face towards you and kissed him. He moaned into your mouth, loving the way you felt around him.
“Am I filling you up good, honey?” He asked, pounding into you. You were a whimpering mess under him. “Yes—fuck, so good” you moaned, biting down on your lip.
You balled the sheets up in your hands as you got closer and closer to your peak. With a new determination, he sped up his pace. “Almost there” he muttered. Your eyes rolled back as he repeatedly hit your g-spot. “Look at me. I want to watch you fall apart” he told you, prompting you to open your eyes.
His fingers found your clit and drew tight circles. Your walls clenched down on his cock. You could feel him twitch inside of you, and then felt him cum.
“You can do it, sweetheart” he said, continuing to push into you. With that, your orgasm washed over you. He slowed his pace as he felt your pussy pulsing around him. You both breathed heavily as you came down from your highs.
He rolled off of you and laid there speechless. You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked over at him. “That was...wow” he said, cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss.
He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “I’m really glad that I ran into you tonight” he whispered in your ear. You nodded your head, agreeing with him.
“Imagine telling our high school selves that this would happen” you said, softly giggling to yourself. You felt his chest shake as he laughed. “I think I would have lost my mind. I never would have believed that I’d end up with the girl of my dreams” he said, beaming down at you.
“Well I never would have believed that one of the most popular boys at school liked me back” you said, drawing shapes on his chest.
“Yeah, we’re both pretty lucky” he said, kissing your temple.
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hello!! could i kindly request for a student campus crush! wonwoo hehe and you’re best friends and have unrequited feelings but u dont know if he feels the same so over a sleepover u tried confessing and you can continue from there hehe -🐼
let me hear you say | j. ww
✎ pairing: best friend!wonwoo x female reader
✎ genre: collegel!au, friends to lovers!au, mostly fluff
✎ warnings: none!
✎ wc: 2.40 k words
✎ notes: hi 🐼 anon! i got a little carried away with this one because soft, cuddly wonwoo makes my stomach do flips but i hope you like it! i'm not sure how i feel about my portrayal of yn here because i wanted them to be really supportive of wonwoo but kind of having a hard time because of their feelings towards him. i hope i was able to express that without portraying them as kind of eh :/
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“Don’t you ever get tired?” You take a quick glance at your best friend as he folds up another piece of paper with a phone number written on it.
“Of what?”
“Of everyone in this school falling head over heels for you,” You say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, proceeding to look back down at your notes. In reality, you were trying to prevent yourself from looking at the cute (albeit, confused) way your best friend was staring at you over your abrupt question.
“Well I can’t say I’m not flattered, but there aren’t really that many people yn,”
A total lie, you think to yourself. Every time you two walked around campus, your best friend attracted the adoring stares of all your classmates like some hotshot celebrity. Yes, he was popular, and yes, he totally deserved it, but if everyone knew how dorky he was, maybe they wouldn’t be so quick to hand him their number after a single conversation.
Another lie, if everyone knew what a nerd Jeon Wonwoo actually was, they’d probably fall for him harder. You would know of course, first hand experience taught you a lot of things.
It taught you how endearing it was when Wonwoo wore oversized clothing, so that he could pull the sleeves over his palms when sipping on a hot drink at the local campus cafe. It made you realize his habit of pushing his glasses up his nose, because he was too stubborn to get the bridge adjusted. It made your insides melt whenever he was nervous because he had a habit of fiddling with his fingers. You were certain that if anyone was completely head over heels and absolutely smitten by him, it was definitely you.
“Not many people my ass,” you scoffed, “you spoke to her once, just once! And now you are holding her number.” Wonwoo laughs at your poor attempt at hiding your annoyance, “For your information, we were talking about a group project, and exchanging contact information. Nothing more, and nothing less.”
You gave a little huff before going back to pretend-studying, you definitely couldn’t focus when he was sitting right across from you. You knew you were more prone to jumping to conclusions nowadays, and you hoped that Wonwoo didn’t notice your shift in behaviour. In reality, you couldn’t help but feel a little pang of worry whenever your best friend was asked out on another date. And while he rejected the offer every time, you worried that one day he might say yes and you could lose him forever.
Not that you were against Wonwoo falling in love someday. If he found a good person that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, you would support him in a heartbeat. It was just the selfish feeling that blossomed in your chest that prevented you from feeling any true happiness for these kinds of situations, and you hated it.
You knew that he would never abandon you completely, because Wonwoo was the best friend you could ever ask for. But you also knew that it would kill you inside to see him sweep someone else off their feet.
You’ve known Wonwoo since high school, and you definitely harboured a puppy crush on him all of first year. This was back when he was still trading pokemon cards in the gym stairwell and poking at you to buy him something from the milk vending machine. The crush went away eventually and you found yourself enjoying the rest of your high school career with your closest confidant by your side.
Once you both entered university, Wonwoo had a sudden growth spurt that now put him a total head taller than you. He no longer lurked at the stairwells during lunch and instead made lots of new friends that he went out for coffee with. He started dressing nicer, and once he exchanged his old glasses for a pair of round silver ones that rested on his nose so perfectly, he instantly transformed into someone straight out of a kdrama.
Now, you have caught feelings again. And you’re scared to admit that this time a puppy crush doesn’t even encapsulate everything you’ve been feeling lately. Of course Wonwoo’s sudden change in appearance didn’t spark anything new in your feelings towards him. It was the fact that he had a new air around him that was just completely different.
Wonwoo in high school was shy, and you loved him for who he was. You two had your own small circle of friends and you would spend all your time reading or playing games in his bedroom. Wonwoo in college however, was breaking out of his shell and being the first to approach people and make new friends. He was still introverted of course, shyness and introvertedness were two different things after all. But you were proud to see Wonwoo take the initiative to make plans more often and reach out.
Wonwoo has also gotten a lot more comfortable around you. He’s grown fond of resting his head on your shoulder after a long day of classes, and wrapping you in his sweaters whenever you came by his flat. In conclusion, everything about university student Wonwoo, was driving you, (and probably the entire campus) crazy.
“Hello? yn? Don’t you have a class soon?”
You swat away the hand that was waving in front of your face to meet the eyes of the cause of all your heart troubles. One smile from Wonwoo and you were in shambles. You had it really, really bad. “Right, right, sorry I was just...distracted.”
“We’re still on for tonight right? You can just head straight to my dorm after your last class.”
“Of course Won, did you really think I was going to miss out on another rewatch of Extraordinary You?”
“Of course not,” Wonwoo chuckled. You were met with another one of those soft gazes from him, and you immediately tried to break your stare. Something in your heart tells you that you should just confess right now, and that Wonwoo was a sensible individual who wouldn’t let go of your friendship if he didn’t feel the same way.
“Hey Won, can I tell you something after class later?”
“Of course.” There was that smile again. If you weren’t so busy trying to slow your heart rate down, you would have caught the way his eyes brightened at hearing your question, and the way he looked down to twindle with his fingers.
You give Wonwoo your own smile before heading off to your last detour of the day.
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Sleepovers with Wonwoo always consisted of a mountain of blankets, a never ending pile of snacks and a show to watch before eventually both of you fell asleep. When you arrived at his flat just as he was adding the finishing touches to a home cooked dinner, you realized that sleepovers with Wonwoo also consisted of another thing: Your tragic inability to keep your heart rate down.
“Dinner will be ready in a bit, you can just wash up and get changed for now,” Wonwoo turns to greet you before adding some pepper to the tteokbokki.
You nod and head over to his bathroom, where you already find your change of clothes resting on the counter. Any outsider would have been under the impression that you and Wonwoo lived together, considering that pieces of you were scattered all over his apartment. From the matching toothbrushes that were kept by the sink, to the drawer reserved only for your clothes in his bedroom.
The only reason that you and Wonwoo didn’t room together upon entering university, was the fact that your parents were wary of you rooming with a boy you weren’t even dating. Not that it mattered now, considering that you at least spent two nights at his place away from your own dorm.
After you showered and changed into your pajamas, you realized that Wonwoo had given you one of his sweaters to wear, instead of the usual shirts you slept in. Usually you would have raided his bedroom after dinner to steal one (you slept much better when you wore his clothing) but this time it appeared that he had taken the initiative for you.
Once you stepped out of the bathroom, you saw that Wonwoo was already sitting at the dining table and was on his phone. It looked like he was texting someone, and you felt your heart sink a little when he laughed at a message. No, you are not going to be jealous. You are going to be happy for your friend because he deserves all the happiness in the world.
“Is that the girl from your group project?” You sat down across from him and started piling the tteokbokki and rice onto your plate. “Yeah, she said that the professor just sent out a mass email to our class, saying that we were going to be given an extension. Turns out that email was meant for another course, but everyone is already celebrating the new deadline.”
Wonwoo shuts off his phone and turns to you, “Was there something you wanted to tell me today?”
Right. You were going to confess your feelings. It was now or never, and you weren’t sure if you could hold it in much longer. “I can just tell you after dinner, I’m starving.”
Tragic. Tragic. Tragic. Why couldn’t you just say the words, “Hey Won, I have feelings for you, do you feel the same way?” Must you be in a spiraling paradox of questioning the presence of unrequited love in the relationship you had with your best friend? Yes, most definitely yes. Since the world likes to make everything difficult for those in love.
Dinner was eaten in a comfortable silence for the most part. You liked that you never felt the need to fill the air with more conversation whenever you were with Wonwoo. There were days where you would just sit in each other’s presence and do your own thing, and those days left you with lots of time to ponder on your feelings for him. Tonight was the night that you were going to say these feelings aloud for the first time...you just needed a bit more time to procrastinate.
After you both finished your food, you relocated yourselves to the couch. You fidgeted with the end of your (his) sweater while Wonwoo searched for the show on Netflix. You figured that you would let him know in the morning, since there was a chance that you two would fall asleep before the episode ended. And you didn’t want to confess beforehand either, in fear of having to endure a brutal one hour of awkward tension if he didn’t feel the same way.
“Who would have thought that out of all the days the wifi could have chosen to bail on us, they chose the day where we were going to find out whether Haru belonged to Dan-oh’s story or not,” Wonwoo fiddles with the remote some more, while you panic in silence at the thought of spending the night with no distractions from your feelings.
“It’s not like we don’t already know how it ends,” You take deep quiet breaths to calm yourself down, you can definitely make it through the night, “We can just do other things.”
“What do you have in mind?”
You couldn’t answer him right away. The only thing you had on your mind was the fact that Wonwoo’s hand was now resting on your knee and that it was baffling how good he could look in pajamas. Wonwoo, sensing your inability to form words nervously glanced up at you before moving the conversation in a different direction, “Look, I know you had something to tell me today yn, but I realized that I wanted to share something with you too. I am in love-”
“I am in love with you Jeon Wonwoo!”
There. You blurted out a long-awaited confession before the anticipation consumed you whole. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your hands in fear of seeing the look on Wonwoo’s face.
“Let me hear you say it again.”
“What?” You turn to Wonwoo, who no longer looked nervous. Instead, he wore the biggest shit-eating grin on his face that made you want to both kiss and strangle him. “Say it again.”
“Not when you look like you just won the lottery you nerd, you didn’t even say-”
“I am in love with you too yn.”
Well, you were never one to complain about the fact that your feelings were returned. But the way Wonwoo was cooing at your adorable expression of shock only made you want to shove him off the couch.
Which you proceeded to do.
“Hey! Aren’t you happy that I like you too?”
“Of course I’m happy! You didn’t have to try to beat me to my confession though, tonight was going to be my night!”
“You didn’t seem like you were going to say anything for the rest of the evening! You were going to wait until the next day weren’t you?”
Absolutely yes. “No!”
Any remaining tension in the atmosphere washed away as you and Wonwoo made fun of each other on the living room floor. You were beyond relieved and a little giddy that your best friend in the whole wide world saw you in the way that you saw him.
“But on a more serious note Won, were you also going to confess tonight too?”
“Actually no, but once you came out of the washroom wearing my sweater, I just had to say it before I tackled you with cuddles or something.”
“You gave me your sweater instead of my clothes to wear!”
“I know!” Wonwoo was holding your hand now and rubbing circles into your palm. The idea of cuddling the entire night didn’t sound so bad. “But you looked all nervous and shy and I was hoping that you were going to be the one to say something first.”
“Can we just agree that we confessed at the same time?” As the adrenaline from the confession began to slip away you suddenly became very tired, and you were hoping to just spend the night in the arms of your favourite person.
“Deal. So can we cuddle now?”
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Those Awful Holoshows
Summary: Tech's been awake for hours straight, but he never misses the opportunity to relax with you and mutually complain about any and every holoshow. However, he can only stay awake for so long, and your shoulder looks oh-so-comfortable...
Pairing: Tech x Reader
Reader Description: Reader is gender-neutral. This fic does not include any descriptions of their appearance. Word count: 1k
Tags: Fluff, Accidental cuddling, Literally sleeping together, Mutual pining.
Notes: more Tech content?? yeah, i know, but he is just.. he is so...  ;-; <3
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Another day, another poorly written holoshow to criticize. It's yours and Tech's favourite pastime, forcing yourselves to watch awful holoshows just so you can both be nasty about it. This tradition all started when Tech overheard you grumbling to yourself when your favourite show took a turn for the worst, and he couldn't help but peer over your shoulder and watch, making you jump when he commented "her heels do not look comfortable, nor do they match the rest of her outfit." Tech giving fashion advice? As it turns out, he knows more than enough about piecing an outfit together, and character design is one of his favourite topics to moan about. He also bitches about the technical side of each show; lighting, cinematography, audio, and so on, but his outfit comments never fail to make you laugh. "An action scene where our female protagonist is wearing heels? Again? If only the director valued realism, rather than allowing his genitalia to direct the show," Tech grumbles beside you, crossing his arms as he talks. You've set your holopad up on a pile of pillows at the end of Tech's bunk, leaning back against the cold, metal wall, a thin pillow preventing your back from aching. As the show has gone on, you've slouched down further and further, hands placed in your lap and a blanket shared between both of you. This viewing party arrangement is simply that, an opportunity for you two to let off some steam by getting worked up over poorly written shows, and you're so comfortable with Tech now that neither of you notice when your shoulders or knees brush together. "The show has a male director, Tech. That fact alone tells you all that you need to know," you reply, fixated on the action scene. "How unfortunate," Tech sighs, nodding in agreement. He offers you another cookie, and you take it whilst quietly thanking him, nibbling at the oatmeal and raisin snack. You weren't surprised when Tech informed you that these cookies are his favourite, and his face scrunched up when you asked why he didn't prefer chocolate chips. This is Tech, what else were you expecting? Both of you munch away, forcing yourselves through episode after episode, bonding through your hatred for sloppy camera work and low quality audio. Hours pass, and you don't realize how late it is until you let out a yawn. The other Batchers have tucked themselves into bed, ignoring your conversation, although they're used to it by now. You overhear Tech let out a soft exhale, but pay no mind to it, that is until his head gently rests on your shoulder, short brunette locks pressing to your cheek. This isn't the first time Tech's fallen asleep whilst watching ungodly shows, but it is the first time that he's accidentally cuddled up to you. You're almost certain that this is an accident, until moments later when you attempt to slowly unpick yourself from Tech's grasp, to have him grumble in his sleep, asking you to "stop moving." "Tech, I'm trying to tuck you into bed," you sigh, but Tech lowers his brows, his head moving with your body, clinging onto you. You sigh, and using your foot, you manage to knock your holopad off the stack of pillows and pull it closer, silencing the device and leaving it under Tech's pillow. Again, you attempt to tuck the nerd into bed, and with great difficulty, you eventually succeed. His goggles are left on, and as much as you want to take them off, you're not risking the high chance of waking him up. However, goggles on or not, Tech partially awakens, looking at you through squinted eyes as you're about to hop down from his bunk. "Where are you going?" he mumbles under his breath, barely loud enough for you to hear. "To bed," you reply. "But we... we're watching our show," he pouts. Oh, your heart, this man has no idea what's going on. In his defence, he has probably been awake for days on end, taking catnaps here and there, never gaining enough rest to properly function. No wonder he's so dazed and confused! "We were, but it's bedtime now," you coo. Tech lets out a dramatic huff and peers over to where your holopad was resting. Noticing its absence, he huffs again, and then turns back to you with a disappointed expression. "Okay..." he groans. "Well, come to bed then," Tech gestures to the small space beside him, a tight squeeze in his single bunk. "I'm going to bed, but this is your bed," you attempt to explain, but you know by now that your bunk is going to be unoccupied tonight. "Our show... our bed," Tech mumbles as his eyes fall shut, threatening to dip back into his slumber. Yet again, Tech reaches out for you, and you allow him to lightly grasp your arm and begin pulling you back into his bunk. Before you get too cosy, and whilst Tech is partially awake, you gently remove his goggles, lightly laughing at the way his face scrunches up when he has to move his head off the pillow. "Better?" you question. Tech pulls you tight against him, acting like you're his own Lula, and with his cheek resting on the top of your head, he softly mutters "better." Stars, who knew this man was so needy? Neither you, nor Tech has ever shown much interest in the other before, minus light, playful comments, and... spending most of your free time together. But you always assumed that Tech viewed you strictly platonically, right? It seems your findings are wrong, and your stomach begins to turn as Tech subconsciously lightly grazes his fingers over your back, playfully scratching away, kneading over the thick fabric of your shirt. No doubt, the morning is going to be awkward. You're probably going to wake up to find Tech looming over you, apologizing over and over for falling asleep on you; his cheeks will be burning bright red, sweat forming above his brow, fumbling over his words for the first time in his life. Maybe you can silence him with a kiss?
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