#‘do not tell me how much you enjoyed it in the dining hall bc then i’ll be forced to die of embarrassment’

[steddie-as-they-come]

my friend: you should add smut to the bed monster eddie au

me, who once got so nervous writing a makeout scene that i passed out:

#to be fair. i was 15 #BUT my point stands #even nowadays i am a whole entire adult and i still have to change my font color to white #in order to write anything spicier than kissing #i might have to make her a deal #‘if i write smut no one can ever talk about it. i don’t want to hear about it irl.’ #‘do not tell me how much you enjoyed it in the dining hall bc then i’ll be forced to die of embarrassment’

[spamgyu]

COLLEGE!Mingyu AU - dates and confessions

no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable

REQUEST: heard that collage Mingyu is finally getting ahead in his love life with Oc and the oc might confess. Sooo what if Mingyu tells oc that he is going on date and OC gets jealous ->gets to know that she likes him and boom she confesses

[College!Mingyu Masterlist]

She didn't want to admit it.

Not to herself, not aloud, not to her brother, not to her parents, and definitely not to him.

Y/n had fallen for Mingyu.

She could have sworn it would never happen, only seeing him as friend... who just happened to make her laugh and smile, even during days when she felt like the world was against her.

And sure, she may have found herself wanting to spend more and more time with him – agreeing to all his invitations to eat their meals together, hang out in his dorm room, and late night study sessions in the library.

It wasn't until she found herself absentmindedly staring at him as he placed their coffee order at the counter, when she realized that maybe she saw him as more than a friend she enjoyed spending her free time with.

Y/n began to notice how much she loved seeing that stupid smile of his, the one that showcased those stupid cute fangs of his. Her heart skipping a beat each time he would casually sling his arm over her shoulder as they walked alongside each other. It was such a casual act that she didn't seem to pick up on it the first time he had done it – but as time went on, she felt as though her skin was on fire each time he made contact with her.

Of course, it didn't help that he was a shameless flirt, playfully hitting on her any chance he got.

Not only was she over analyzing his actions towards her but also his words.

The ones he most likely used on all the girls that were lined up to get even a crumb of attention from him.

God, she was one of them.

"How do I look?" He barged into her room – pulling her out of her brain rot.

"Why do you look so..." She trailed off, taking in his appearance. In all the times she had hung out with him, Y/n had only seen Mingyu in an outfit variation of hoodie, sweat pants, or shorts. For once, he was dressed ... presentable. Or at least, different from his usual rotation of casual wear.

It was simple outfit. A white tee, brown cardigan, white Sambas, and black chinos she could have sworn he purchased at UNIQLO during the time she had dragged him to the mall – not because she wanted to be with him.

No definitely not that.

He had a car on campus and she needed a ride.

"Good?" Mingyu completed her sentence with a smirk.

"Put together." Y/n corrected.

"Minghao is going on a date and she's bringing a friend."

Oh.

A date.

A double date.

He was going on a date.

"Ah..." She nodded, hiding the wave of disappointment that washed over her.

Of course he was going on a date.

Of course.

He was single, and she was just a friend.

Of course.

"You should wear your chain." She suggested.

"It's not too much?"

Y/n shook her head.

She loved that chain on him. That singular piece of jewelry had sent her over the moon the first time she had taken notice of it.

Y/n could remember that day so clearly.

It was a rainy day and Mingyu had insisted on grabbing dinner at a nearby tofu house instead of their usual on campus dining hall dinner dates.

Platonic dinner dates.

He had ordered his soup extra spicy and had shrugged off his puffer in the middle of their meal, sporting only his plain black tee and silver chain. Y/n nearly choked on her meal trying to suppress her gasp.

He looked good.

"Who's the girl?"

Mingyu shrugged, taking a seat on her bed. "Hopefully she's cool."

I hope she's lame and not his type.

"That's your main concern?"

"Yeah, I hate boring dates."

"You'll be fine. Just talk her ear off like you usually do with me."

"But it's easy with you because you're already my friend."

Friend. Ouch.

Y/n knew she had feelings towards him, but she didn't think it would be this bad – feeling the disappointment turn into jealousy.

Wanting to keep her composure, Y/n pretended to busy herself with the mess on her desk. "I still think you'll be fine."

"If it goes south, will you save me?"

"Have you seen yourself?" She snorted, placing her gel pens into their respective cup holder. "She'll probably do anything to make sure that date goes well."

"Did you just admit that I look good, y/n?" Mingyu chuckled.

Pausing her actions, Y/n whipped her head to see a smirking Mingyu – her eyes wide. "Oh god, you'll never let this go."

"You think I'm attractive?" He continued, hopping off her bed; making his way to her.

Taking a step back as he closed in on her, Y/n stretched out her arm to ensure he didn't come any closer. But he was persistent, taking another step as the smirk grew larger; her hand landing right on his chest.

His well defined chest that was always hidden under the baggy garments he chose to wear.

This is not good.

"Well, you're not ugly." She took another step back, withdrawing her arms back to her side.

"Why are you so red, I'm just playing." He chuckled, pinching the tip of her hot ears.

Her foundation was doing a great job of hiding the redness of her cheeks; she should have known when she felt the rush of warmth engulfing her face that her ears would give her away,

"My ears are always red." She leaned away from his touch.

It was a shitty excuse and they both knew it.

"Sure." Mingyu winked.

There he goes again with that stupid habit of his.

Y/n noticed that anytime he was feeling a little too flirty with her, he had a habit of winking whenever he would tease her. At first, she didn't care for it, but as time went on and as her feelings began to develop – she began to hate it.

Because of how well it suited him... and how she knew he most likely used this on other women.

It made her sick.

"Whatever." Y/n grumbled. "Aren't you going to be late?"

Mingyu shook his head. "You still have me for five minutes."

Have him.

Yeah, fucking right.

The most attractive guy on their school basketball team? The one that drew in girls who had little to no interest on the sport, cheering for him every time he would steal the ball from the opposing team? The one that had their whole floor swooning anytime he greeted them?

She'll never have him.

"Ugh, please just go." Y/n groaned, pushing him towards the door – but he was far stronger than her, standing his ground. "Mingyu please."

"I'll leave if you promise to get boba with me after."

So she can hear him talk about his date after? No thanks.

"I'm busy."

"Bullshit."

"I am! My roommate has been bothering me about going with her to sigma chi's–"

"A frat party?" He coughed in bewilderment.

It wasn't that he didn't believe her.

It was the fact that he did.

Images of her drinking in the mess of sweaty bodies, at some crappy poorly maintained home, with no one to look out for her, had caught him off guard.

There was no doubt she partied, he's heard stories of it.

But... Mingyu didn't think she would choose it over spending time with him.

Not since she had managed to agree to all his ideas of hanging out.

"We can go tomorrow." Y/n suggested.

"Fine.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

"Hey." A tap on her shoulder had drawn her attention from her conversation with Hansol, a guy from her biochem class.

Correction, the guy that had a hand on her passing the class; allowing for her and the rest of their lab group to copy off of his homework.

"Someone's outside looking for you." Her roommate continued.

Emphasizing on the word 'someone'.

"I'll be back." She excused herself from Hansol; squeezing past the mess of bodies that occupied the home.

Y/n let out a sigh of relief once she had reached the front yard, the cool spring air filling her lungs – a stark contrast to the humid air inside.

Scanning the row of parked cars, Y/n's eyes landed on the familiar black 90's Honda Civic; hazards blinking brightly.

"How was your date?" She bent down to peer into the opened window.

"Boring." Mingyu reached over to unlock the door. "Get in."

"I'm–"

Before she could finish her thought, Y/n found herself sliding into the front seat of his well maintained car. He had told her many stories of him and his father fixing up the vintage hatchback – most of his summer, and savings, going towards restoring his so called 'baby'.

She couldn't find a good enough excuse to stay; knowing that her roommate was far too occupied with her friend group they had run into when they had arrived.

Y/n absence wouldn't be missed.

Mingyu chuckled as she buckled herself in, throwing out the remaining liquid in her red cup.

Her father would kill her if they were caught drinking underage.

And if that wasn't enough, he would probably murder her if they were caught with an opened drink in a moving vehicle.

"What's so funny?"

"I knew you would get in the car." He smiled as he started the car back up.

"I– whatever." She also didn't have an excuse for this. "Was the girl cute?"

"No. Was your guy cute?"

"My guy?"

"Your roommate said you were talking to some guy." Mingyu recalled when he had called out to the girl who had gotten quite used to his presence in their room – asking for y/n's whereabouts.

"Kinda."

"Kinda." He made a face as he kept his eyes on the road.

"Yeah, I think you guys would be cute together." Y/n laughed at her own joke.

Mingyu's unpleased look changed to a smile, reaching over to give her cheek a poke. "Do you think I'm his type?"

"Oh yeah." She continued.

"What about you?"

"He's not my type."

"No I mean– Am I your type?"

"Yeah."

It was good thing the streets were empty at this hour, Mingyu's foot instantly stomping on the brakes – his arm reaching over to stop her body from lunging forward from his sudden actions. "What?" He whipped his head to face her.

He was only half joking; not thinking she would actually answer him seriously.

"What?" She blinked.

Y/n didn't realize she had accidentally blown her cover, their conversation going faster than her brain.

"You said–"

"No I didn't." Y/n replied quickly.

"Yeah you did." His eyes grew wide, almost as if he had fully processed what she had said. "You said I'm your type."

"Yeah but– okay you're tall, my parents like you, and you're smart–"

"Calm down," He chuckled at her flustered state. "You're my type too."

"Shut up." Y/n didn't want to completely buy it; he had been messing with her for as long as she could remember. For all she knows, this was just yet another moment he was doing just for shits and giggles.

"I'm serious."

"Yeah well, if you know someone who checks off those boxes–"

"Me, I check off those boxes."

"Not you."

"Why not?" Mingyu scoffed.

"You're just doing a bit."

Furrowing his brows, he tried to read her; not understanding why she was being so dismissive of him.

Usually when two people confess their feelings, or whatever this was, it was supposed to be sunshine and rainbows – it should be the pivotal moment of their relationship.

And yet, it seemed as though Y/n didn't want to acknowledge it.

Almost as if she didn't want it to be him.

"I– no yeah, it's so a bit." He rolled his eyes, his tone dripping in sarcasm.

"Come on, Mingyu. I'm just your coach's daughter he tried setting you up with. You don't have to keep up the act."

"Sure." Mingyu replied simply, resuming their drive to the boba shop they frequent just a few miles from the campus.

The silence was almost deafening as she attempted to muster up a single word to say.

Anything.

Say anything.

"You're not messing with me?" She toyed with the ends of her hair, keeping her focus on the split-end she was picking at.

"What made you think I was?"

Y/n shrugged.

"I've spent more time with you than I have with my friends, I changed my path to my calculus class so I can walk with you to your english class, I ditched my date–"

"You ditched your date?"

"I mean, they wanted to go to Seaside Donuts after and I said no." He turned to her as he slowed down at the red light. "I joke around, but I'm– I do have feelings for you."

Y/n peeled her eyes away from her hair, meeting his gaze.

She didn't want to believe all that he had confessed; just as she didn't want to believe her own feelings.

She knew he wasn't lying. She too has seen him more than she has seen her own friends in the past month and a half; her friends calling her out in their group chat about spending more time with Mingyu than with them.

It wasn't her fault that he was quick to make plans.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay, I believe you."

A smile began to creep on his lips, the one she adored so much – full fang and all. The one that was engraved in her head, making her heart flutter every time she thought of him and that stupid grin of his.

"So what does this make us?" He wiggled his brows.

"Friends."

"What the fuck?" Mingyu laughed.

"You just came back from a date, told me I'm your type and expect me to be putty in your hands?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

As if his smile couldn't get any bigger, Mingyu's lips stretched from ear to ear. "You were jealous?"

"Green." She nodded over to the light.

"Don't avoid my question."

"Not jealous. But not please either."

Mingyu reached over to give her cheek a poke; an action he found himself doing quite often.

He couldn't help it.

It was soft, and the pout she made every time he would do this was worth the light smack he would receive.

It was cute.

"I owed Hao a favor. It won't happen again."

"I don't care."

She did care.

She cared a lot.

She never wanted to feel that possessive towards him ever again. That was a nasty feeling, bubbling in her chest as she thought of him enjoying the company of someone that wasn't her.

What has he done to her?

"Yeah you do." He poked her again.

"Whatever." Y/n bit back the smile that threatened to form on her lips. "I have standards, you know. This doesn't change anything until I say so."

Y/n didn't think this was how she was going to tell him how she felt. She didn't think she would ever tell him, to be quite honest.

It wasn't the most ideal situation, she was sat in his car buzzed from the mixed drinks she had been sipping on earlier that night whilst they drove to get milk tea... after coming back from a double date...

It wasn't the romantic scene she had in her head.

"That's valid," He nodded. "What's one more box to check off, right?"

Mingyu had no issues with continuing to pursue her until it met her standard.

She was the one he wanted, after all.

@thegirlwhoimagined @ohmygodwhyareallusernamestaken @f4iryjjosh @akeminy @yonabutnotyuna @tacosandbitch @vanillacheol @aaniag @bettybotterboughtabitofbutter @xbaekcult @alwaysalmostthere @ashkuuuu @morkswatermelonnnnn @isabellah29 @lottogyu @bubbly-moon @lllucere @bo-fairykim @pluviophile-xxx @daegutowns @jenoxygen @niktwazny303 @aahvii @fragmentof-indifference @leah-rose03 @haolistic @eclliipsed @joshuahongnumbers @gyuguys @yaaaridk @christinewithluv

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#can't even consider this as a drabble anymore omfg..... #ANYWAYS UHHHHHHHHHHHH slowburn no more??? but also kinda??? i wanted mingyu to pine for her longer but I GUESS ILL BE NICE #this is scheduled im still taking my writing break #college!mingyu au #spamquest #mingyu x reader #mingyu x oc #mingyu drabble #mingyu fluff #mingyu scenarios

[fluentmoviequoter]

— “shush, i don’t want to hear it. you deserve all of this and more, so don’t you dare try and convince yourself or me otherwise.”

This is mandatory for Victor bc obviously he doesn't think he deserves a celebration but he DOSE and his family will make sure he knows it.

HE DOES! He deserves the world!! I had every intention of making this a (platonic) reader insert, but it didn't happen lol. This ended up being a blurb rather than a longer fic, but I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: FLUFF

Word Count: 0.8k words

Sydney isn't sure where Victor is. But she woke up and saw he was gone, so she decided to seize her opportunity.

Sydney runs back to her room, pulling a small bag of supplies out from under her bed. Once the supplies are laid out on the small dining table, Sydney begins preparing. Victor's birthday is this week, and he needs a party. After everything he's done for Sydney, throwing a small celebration is the least she can do.

Dol staggers tiredly into the living room, collapsing by Sydney's feet as he falls asleep again. Sydney pats his head as she steps over him, carrying a small box of cake mix into the kitchen. Once the batter is mixed and put in the oven, Sydney begins walking around the room, locating the perfect spots for the decorations she's been hiding for months.

Sydney drags a chair to the opening of the hallway, climbing onto it to hang a banner that says 'Happy Birthday' in red and black letters. Dol barks as Sydney tilts slightly, and Mitch runs down the hall at the sound.

"What are you doing?" he asks, rubbing his eyes as he looks up at Sydney, blocking the doorway.

"Decorating," she grunts, placing the last thumbtack in the banner.

"For what?"

"Victor's birthday."

"He said he didn't want us to do anything," Mitch points out as Sydney climbs off the chair. "Finding out when his birthday is seemed like enough hassle."

Mitch carries the chair to the table on his way to the kitchen. He sees the oven is on and turns the interior light on before looking up at Sydney.

"You made him a cake." Mitch sighs, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. "What do you want me to do?"

Sydney jumps up and down in place. "Can you help me hang some of the other decorations? You're tall enough."

"Tell me what goes where."

While Mitch puts the decorations exactly where Sydney wants them, she removes the finished cake from the oven and works on the cake decorations while it cools. Mitch is kind enough to not ask where she got everything, focusing on her directions for streamer placement.

"Where is Vic, anyway?" she asks, setting a fondant replica of Dol to the side.

Mitch shrugs. "Looking for something, I guess. New markers, a book? Who knows?"

"Is he going to be mad about all of this?"

"He might act mad," Mitch answers. "But I don't think he'll actually mind. He doesn't think he deserves much."

"Then let's show him how wrong he is."

✯✯✯✯✯

Sydney has just put the last decoration on the cake when a key is inserted into the lock on the front door.

"Mitch!" she calls, smiling at him when he returns with Dol on his heels.

Victor opens the door and steps inside, stopping when he sees the large birthday banner and matching streamers.

"Happy Birthday!" Sydney cheers.

"What is all of this this?" he asks, closing the door and setting his disposable bookstore bag down.

"It's a birthday celebration for you," Sydney answers. "I made the cake and Mitch helped me decorate. I know it's a few days early, but you weren't here, so I though we'd surprise you."

"I told you not to do anything," Victor argues. "I don't-"

"Shush," Sydney demands, "I don't want to hear it. You deserve all of this and more, so don't you dare try and convince yourself or me otherwise."

Victor nods, looking at the cake. "Thank you. It's, uh, it's been a long time since I actually celebrated."

"Now I wish I'd made a bigger cake," Sydney mumbles.

"The cake is perfect, Sydney. Everything is perfect. Thank you both," Victor says quietly. "Just don't do it again."

Sydney laughs, intent on celebrating Victor any chance she gets because he deserves it. Not only because he saved her life and promised to keep her safe but because he's been through so much and had so many people tell him he's worthless. Victor Vale is home to Sydney, the safest place in the world, and she needs to do this for him because of who he is, not what he's done.

"I wasn't sure about the colors, and they don't sell black on black birthday decorations," Sydney says. "I thought red and black would work."

"It looks great." Victor looks at the cake and narrows his eyes as he asks, "Is that us?"

"It is! You, me, Mitch, and of course, Dol. They're - we're - edible, but it seems a little weird to eat them," Sydney rambles.

"I really don't deserve all this, Sydney," Victor tries again.

"Don't argue with her, man," Mitch interjects. "You don't want to know how many times those streamers had to be moved."

"If you'd listened the first time," Sydney grumbles, causing Victor to smile while she isn't looking.

"Thank you for all of this. Maybe birthdays aren't so bad," Victor says.

Dol barks as Mitch cuts a piece of cake, and though there aren't presents or a fancy birthday dinner, it's the best birthday celebration Victor has ever had. Maybe, Sydney thinks, by next year, he'll be more willing to tell her his favorite cake flavor.

#hanna's 20 celebration #20 surprise parties #victor vale #vicious #vicious ve schwab

[emoticonheart]

Do you have any burping headcanons for your original characters? Like, what their belches sound or smell like, and also how frequently each person burps, and what their own reactions to their belches are?

OH ABSOLUTELY I DO

you, my friend, have opened a very large can of worms. but, before i get started, i'll just say that for me personally, i'm not big on the way belches smell. that's just not something i'm really into personally, but i can totally understand why other people like it!! but bc of that, i'm not gonna really focus on that, but feel more than free to use your imagination as i explain everything else!!

and so with that being said, out of respect for everyone's tls, if you'd like to know the burping habits of all my ocs, then feel free to keep reading

ashley (flexsteel): she was born with this odd medical condition that just makes her gassier than usual. when she was a kid, her parents took her to doctor after doctor to try to get the issue fixed, but there was nothing they could do. and so, she just had to live with these huge belches. she is always burpy after a meal, but she also is very skilled at burping on command. either way, like i said, these belches are huge. not hyper belch huge, but for a normal person? yeah she's pretty much untouchable when it comes to volume, length, and power. in fact, idk how i would fit this into the actual story so i'll just tell y'all here: since all her burps on stream are recorded, ppl have gone back and seen that with a lot of them, she has gotten super close to breaking some world records. super close, and she wasn't even trying. imagine what she could do if she was. she was super embarrassed about this skill of hers growing up, mostly because her parents and family made her feel like a freak for it, but she starts breaking out of her shell a little after meeting lily. but what really helps her accept herself is becoming flexsteel. it's through streaming and her followers that truly helps her learn to love herself. she still gets embarrassed from time to time, especially when she accidentally lets one go somewhere inappropriate, but overall she's a lot more comfortable with her condition.

sierra (burp soulmates): she is a very skilled burper when it's on command. that's because her bio dad taught her how to burp on command when she was a child, and she has spent years mastering her technique. she can control the length, volume, depth, and intensity of her belches with pinpoint accuracy. in fact, a lot of people at school will play this game with her where they give her a random aspect of a burp (22 seconds, extra bass, airy and quiet, etc.), and she'll do just perfectly. it never ceases to amaze people. however, she's nowhere near as skilled when it comes to belching naturally. in fact, her natural burps are just plain average, which is a stark contrast to her ability to burp on command. she wishes she were better at the natural stuff, but she's super proud of her abilities. she'll flex it any opportunity she can get.

addison (wyfatw): she's a royal princess, so she shouldn't enjoy belching as much as she does, but she can't help the way it feels when she lets one go. like ashley, she's naturally burpier than most, but it's nowhere near on the same scale as ashley. the thing about addison is that her burps aren't very long. the longest burps she can produce are five seconds long, but that's only if she really concentrates. but, what she lacks in length, she makes up for tenfold in volume. even if it only lasts a second, her burps are loud enough to make you flinch and clamp your hands over your ears, as if ten whips going off at the same time. before running away, one of her favorite things to do while eating dinner was wait until a servant or something was walking through the dining hall with a large platter of food or drinks and then release a quick, shotgun-like burp that echoed throughout the entire hall and shocked the servant so much that it sent their tray crashing to the ground. she got a kick out of it, and then got an even bigger kick out of her parent's disappointment. except the servants eventually learned to expect her little trick and didn't react the same because of it, and that was when it became no fun.

thalia (first impressions): with her mom being full ogre and her dad being half giant, her digestive system was bound to be messed up. like i mentioned in the story itself, her giant lineage means she's always hungry, and her ogre lineage means she's always gassy. and thalia is living proof that that combination is a recipe for disaster. she is constantly releasing earth quaking hyper belches, and when i say constantly, i mean constantly. they interrupt her when she talks because she literally can't go five seconds without one escaping her. at first, when she was a child, she was pretty proud of it, especially when she pushed the daycare bully off of the seesaw by releasing a particularly powerful belch and made herself the queen of the playground for a day. but the glamor quickly faded, especially when she couldn't leave the house for months, attending class online and even finding a job that she could do from home. these days, she feels pure indifference about her unique talents. she lets one go and just carries on as if nothing happened. she can hardly feel it coming up anymore, anyway, so why bother making a big deal of it?

robin (stolen crown): she was cursed with magical belches, so of course her burps are just gnarly. unlike thalia, though, she doesn't burp nearly as much, so she hasn't found herself getting sick of it yet. in fact, she actually loves burping. the feeling of all that air coming out of you as the ground shakes underneath you, and knowing that shaking is because of you? yeah, robin can think of almost nothing better. like thalia, though, her condition meant she was forced to hide away at home for a lot of her life, but for very different reasons. she could've let this get to her, blame her burpiness for the fact that she couldn't go out and make friends, but she actually didn't mind. as long as she could let loose freely, she didn't mind staying away from people. besides, she had her monthly visits to the tavern to look forward to. when she went on her quest with arrach and runt, she was a little more careful about it, but overall she's always been shameless.

arrach (stolen crown): he's a troll with three stomachs, so he's a naturally gassy guy. while his burps are nowhere near as powerful, they're definitely not something to scoff at either. he can still make branches bristle and animals run for their lives. he's been conditioned to feel ashamed about his abilities, so he acts that way at first. but you may quickly discover that he has a competitive side buried deep within him. and if you know him well enough, you'll know how to pull that side out of him. when that competitive side is out, he'll get into a burping contest with anyone and everyone, and only feel embarrassed about it later.

overall, when it comes to my normal burpers, sierra wins in technique, addison wins in volume, but ashely wins overall best burper. truly no one can compete with her natural talent. she can take on anyone and everyone and come out on top.

when it comes to my hyper belchers, thalia comes out on top. the intensity of both her and robin's belches are pretty similar, but what sets thalia apart is just how often she burps. the difference between robin and thalia's condition is that robin always has gas sitting inside her, waiting to be released, whereas thalia is always producing gas, so there's no room in her to keep it, which is why she is constantly belching.

i hope this answers your question well enough!! if you have any other questions or if there's anything i missed, feel free to send an ask!!

#<3 writes #burping #get ready for a LONG read #flexsteel #ashley #burp soulmates #sierra #wyfatw #addison #first impressions #thalia #stolen crown #robin #arrach #answered

[suashii]

Tell me about your first dates with the rins - salty anon

as you wish! i’ll try keep ‘em pretty simple since we have four to cover lol

suna: in my head we met in college and, as plenty of college students are, we were both tight on funds. so! our first date was not glamorous at all — we both scanned my meal plan (dinner was on me lol) and ate at a table for two in the dining hall :3 but to make things a bit more fun, we went to the convenience store after and picked up some ice cream to enjoy in my dorm while watching whatever popped up on youtube

itoshi: this was 100% my idea but rin went along with it so i partially blame him for how the night’s events unfolded. anywho, we went to a haunted house! he doesn’t get scared easily but i jump at loud noises so it was kinda a mess. first dates don’t usually involve so much touching but i was lowkey clinging onto him the entire time. shocking that he wanted to see me again

haitani: ooh so this date was a little more traditional — just dinner at a spot with some live music! it was a bit of a struggle to get him to agree to something so public (for safety reasons) but in the end he did and he kinda went all out. we got fancy drinks and yummy main dishes! i usually don’t do dessert but rindou insisted and we shared a little piece of cake — chocolate bc i love it :3

matsuoka: we went to a carnival on the pier! we did get on a few of the rides but he’s so tall and the rides are a little shady so we mostly stuck with trying out the attractions and eating snacks! i am horrendous at carnival games but rin knows how to beat the rigged ones so he did end up winning me a little plushie! and we ended the night with a little walk on the beach admiring the colorful lights <3

#₊⊹⁀➴ postcards #pretty different vibes between them #but all successes nevertheless lol #ミ☆ selfship saturday

[bridgertonblr]

Hi, first I’d like to tell you how much I enjoy your blog! I can tell you put a lot of work into it! Thank you! I’ve actually never asked a question on tumblr before, and I hope this isn’t too weird, but I have a question that’s been bothering me every time I rewatch season 2 (which is an embarrassing number of times). Please feel free to not answer if it’s a ridiculous question, or not important enough to consider. I won’t be offended. I’ve just always wondered……..when the Sharmas first arrive at AH in ep3, none of the Bridgerton women are wearing gloves when they greet them all outside. I thought this was a nice nod to maybe being more relaxed in the country, and possibly to show how the Sharmas had really already been accepted into the family, even if they didn’t realize it. I’ve always assumed that when it’s just the Bridgertons there, they wouldn’t wear gloves to play Pall Mall, bc it’s just their family there, and they never wear gloves around only each other, so there would be no need. When they do start to play, the girls are all now wearing gloves, but Violet, LD and Mary, are not. I also thought this was a nod to the comfort they felt, and the casual atmosphere. So, finally, my question is………in the epilogue, when now it’s just family (and LD, but I think she’s considered family to them), ALL of the women are now wearing gloves. Even Violet and LD. Why would they become MORE formal around only their family, when no guests are around? Especially when they weren’t even wearing gloves to meet Anthony’s future bride, or during the game for the mothers. Maybe I missed an explanation somewhere, or maybe it’s in the books, but I can’t find where anyone has talked about it, and it’s driving me crazy! I would’ve loved to see them all together, as a family, playing Pall Mall, and completely relaxed and comfortable together. I’m sorry this ask is so long! I know I’m putting way too much thought into a scene from a fictional show, but I thought it was an odd choice to increase the formality, and the “rules” when they are there by themselves? Also, Since Kate is very outspoken about her dislike for rules, I don’t think it would be on her behalf. Has anyone ever thought about this, or know the answer? It doesn’t really matter, but I decided I would just ask and see. It would’ve made the epilogue even better than it was, IMO, if that’s even possible. Thanks for reading my rambling message. I hope you have a great weekend! Thanks again for all of your hard work!

hi! firstly, thank you for the compliment!! we're really excited about this blog and happy you're enjoying it too!

re: gloves — I can't 100% speak to the directors/writers/costume designers choice behind the Bridgertons, Sharmas, and LD's glove-wearing in the Aubrey Hall episodes but I did some light research on Regency glove etiquette and here's what I think. under the cut since it's a bit long:

2x03 the Bridgerton ladies + Mary Sharma are gloveless when first meeting outside AH — I can only assume the Bridgertons are more comfortable at their country home (this source mentions rules were more relaxed at country homes) and, having just come from hanging around inside, didn't feel the need to put gloves on. the Bridgertons also have a much more informal family dynamic than others as shown by the youngest children joining them for dinner (which Simon noted in s1). not sure why Mary wouldn't be wearing gloves while LD was though

2x03 pall mall players wearing gloves vs Violet, Mary, & LD gloveless — since one purpose of gloves was to protect the wearers hands from the dirt & the elements (source), I can only guess that the ladies playing pall mall wore them to keep their hands clean from the mallets. you can also see that most, if not all the gloves are the sheer mesh or netted type which seemed to be a choice that allowed more dexterity (source / source). also, for ladies, glove etiquette meant they didn't wear gloves while dining (source). I think Mary & Violet removed their gloves because they were sitting by the treats and tea. I can only assume LD had done the same to eat but got excited and kept her gloves off while cheering on the players. again, country home rules seem to be more relaxed anyway

2x08 all ladies wearing gloves in the final scene — I don't see anyone eating or drinking in this scene, so I can only assume that everyone is wearing gloves to protect their hands from getting dirty (as mentioned previously). specifically, I think it makes sense, with the regency rules, for any of the ladies playing to wear gloves. and, despite them wearing gloves at the start of the game, I also have a good feeling that as the game went on, Violet & LD would soon remove their gloves again

again, I'm not totally sure what the choices were behind when the gloves were on vs off but I can only guess the show tried to follow Regency etiquette as best they could while also occasionally highlighting the Bridgertons' tight-knit, informal family dynamic. I hope this helped put these scenes in a new light for you!

#ask #anonymous #long post

[seelestia]

yesyes a thousand times better--

omg wait. pause. halt. an idea just hit me.

genshin hp!au. rex lapis as the headmaster of liyue schools of wizardry. he disappears after being in the position for thousands of years, and everyone is scrambling over trying to look for him or someone to take over his position. meanwhile, a handsome professor gets admitted into the school to assist in the lack of manpower (the previous headmaster used to teach all sorts of subjects himself but now that he's gone the school is literally lacking teachers), and he seems to be very knowledgeable in all things.... plus, he gives off the same vibes as the previous headmaster too.... hmmm..... *finger snap* could it be??? rex lapis' son???? that has to be it, right?! you, a fellow professor, are determined to get the truth behind this! everyone tells you you're crazy but no, you know this man has got to know something about the headmaster's disappearance! zhongli is very thoroughly amused and decides to entertain you. but jokes on him because he didn't count falling for this stubborn but endearing teacher. 

hehehehehe you changed your theme i see. very very pretty!!! loving the soft aesthetics and ayato on the headers + icon!! heizou theme, you will be missed, sorry but ayato's taking over for now!!!

to be fair i'm not as good in photography, it's just bc hubby is so handsome the picture turned out great slkdsldklskd I WILL for sure lolol it sounds like it's gonna be fun (fingers crossed i don't die too much)

right!! sheesh he acts as if he didn't fanboy over the pretty mercenary lady (she is super pretty tho)... lol do what your heart tells you to do, sweetie!!! al haitham would be good too, i'm sure. and even if he's not, he's a total eye candy soooo win-win situation lmao

we'll see, we'll see~ hehe~

i'm happy collei likes me enough to come home so many times but also. sheesh. she's a testament of how stubborn zhongli is ;w; IT IS VERY FANCY indeed!! i'm gonna start leaving zhongli there whenever i log off. i'm sure he needs a change of pace from always sitting on third-round-knockout lol

gosh, imagine sitting in a fine dining establishment with zhongli, in some fancy restaurant high in the sky overlooking the city. live jazz music playing in the background, sipping osmanthus tea while talking and enjoying each other's presence..... sighhhhh

gosh i have been benching kazuha since sumeru bc i added zhongli to the party and i wanted at least 1 dendro character for convenience. i can't swap out xiao bc he's my main dps, and shinobu is essential cause she's healing xiao every time he does his burst....... 'zuha i'm so sorry ;w; random thought: if zhongli has his shield and he does plunge attack shouldn't he basically be immune to the damage also?????

*announcer voice* welcome to sumeru! here we have: the spiderman zipline, very convenient, makes you feel like a spiderman, zipping around the map with ease! weird t-rex monstrosity which might eat you alive! cliffs to climb, slip, and fall to your deaths! how exciting! heart-pounding! book a tour with us now! 1-800-rex-lapis-holdsmyheart! #notascam #realnotclickbait

can you blame me tho angst is so *chefs kiss* when written perfectly!! i still remember that fic, hhhhh so beautiful and heart-wrenching </3 don't you love it when your faves suffer heehee

YES, I HAVE BEEN HALTED AND PAUSED AND AM LISTENING INTENTLY. genshin hp!au, but it's zhongli doing the liyue trial all over again and the reader always has the sherlock holmes sixth sense. (a student from house slytherin, shikanoin heizou is the only one to share your sentiment.)

something about this man is enigmatically off and... familiar. oh, but you've never been the type to rest well until you've uncovered the truth! you'd scrutinize him up and down at any chance you get, either unintentionally or not; when he is in the great hall, when he gives a speech, when he talks with students and other teachers alike — to the point your own colleague, ganyu has to snap you out of it. zhongli, on the other hand, finds your tenacity quite charming. after all, he is the very own truth lying behind the walls of deception you seek to destroy, so will you? will you be the one to break them? the stubborn endearing x calm endeared trope is SOOOO <3 (it's zhongrin in a nutshell /j)

nyehehe, ty! how do you feel as the person who gave me the last push? 🎤 (/j) i saw the header on pinterest and i SWOONED. the white + soft blue palette just immediately comes to mind! aha, now that theme has been made reality thanks to you >:)

nahhh, the model may be the subject of beauty in the picture but the lighting and angle are things decided by the one behind the camera, me thinks! ;D hoping i win the 50/50 with alhaitham because i did not expect to get c1 kazuha when pulling for heizou cons last time <//3

the bgm in the tavern literally makes me wanna have a slow dance??? it's fitting to have zhongli greet you when the bgm plays, hehe <3 THE PORT ORMOS BMG THO. WHY DOES IT SLAP SO HARD. (/lh) but liyue bgm's still and always have a soft spot in my heart, especially 'foxes at play'! speaking of, what is your favorite bgm from liyue, rin jie??? >:) liyue is your nation, after all~

when sumeru dropped, everyone rushed to get collei which is understandable because it's a free character of a new element !! i just utilize the dendrogram, so i keep my team per usual: it's currently ganyu, kazuha, heizou and klee for better exploration! but i switch out ganyu for kokomi when i clear out a withered zone <//3 but collei is in my teapot now since thoma already reached friendship lvl 10 and she's so nice :( <3

THAT RANDOM THOUGHT, HELP. iirc, in his second story quest when we encountered the possessed miners, his shield is naturally lateral and doesn't protect the head so if we ask him to extend his shield into a cylinder, maybe it'd work??? 🤔

the numbers look like an invitation to a marriage to me. (/j) and rin jie, i am still an avid member of ruin machines slander club but i have unsealed the t-rex monstrosity once out of pure curiosity.... 0/10, do not recommend. all that moving around and having to defeat said monstrosity for an exquisite chest 🕳️🚶 ruin hunters are definitely worse tho fjejskksk #ruinhuntersdonotslay

a beautiful kind of pain <//3 you really chose violence that day and that was the first request i received too. so, you can imagine the way my jaw dropped 😭 (/pos) but your request was the first ever angst content on this blog! so, the balance was well-needed and plus, your request was actually one of my favs to write too (it got a special mark on my masterlist) <3 my faves suffering??? *nervously reaches out to ayato and heizou* both of them are people who hide their weaknesses, so to see them break... IS NOT VV GOOD FOR MY HEART 🏃 but for starlight anon, i shall take a headfirst dive! 🤝

#maybe i should take a picture of my heizou with the terrorshroom in the back so we can match??? (/j) #and i'm glad you love the ayato theme! i feel super proud of this one too so to see rin jie also liking it is vv <3 #ask box! 📬 #visitor: dearest rin! 💠

[agrandes]

OKAY so the crush i have is on my coworker, her name is claire, and i’m like 80% sure i have a crush on her but i rarely have crushes so it’s really hard to tell what feelings are like bkbdkabkja i had this random crush on this guy who i was talking to/kinda flirting with at a party in september and i still don’t know what to make of that because i felt genuinely possessed for three days (he has a girlfriend and likes to talk to girls at parties that’s how that story ended eh oh el) but this isn’t like that so it’s like ... do i really like her ?? but i think i do

for one she’s very pretty and i must’ve said as much to multiple friends lol and two we get on really well like i saw her at this intern lunch we did and i was like “oh i gotta talk to her” and we ended up doing a similar program so i talked to her about it and then we just got to chatting during this lunch and while our work hours don’t align at all i would start leaving work late to catch her on her way in and we would talk for a few minutes and one time we had this twenty minute impromptu talk and it was so fun and the next time we saw each other she asked for my number so that we could talk more about work and other things and my stomach flipped ALSO during this period i forget we would always give each other nice compliments on outfits and stuff (which is regular girl stuff i feel like) but we have very good eye contact like sometimes we’d look and then if the conversation died down a bit we’d keep looking and then we’d laugh and it was all very sweet ANYWAYS

so she got my number in october but we were both very busy that month and then i hardly saw her for reasons i still don’t know but then we finally started getting lunch together in november and that was really fun so now it’s a weekly thing and it’s usually at a dining hall bc we’re broke but we’re going out to a restaurant tomorrow bc she ran out of meal swipes but also i’m excited bc our lunches are usually an hour and a half long but we’d get interrupted bc one of us was busy or she had a meeting (for our first two lunches she’d realize she was about to be late and at the second one she apologized but i was like touched at the idea that we were having so much fun that she lost track of time) and this weekend i suggested doing something special like dinner and a movie for our last hangout because i’m graduating and she was really excited about it !! we’ve also said during lunch (especially her) that our dinners are really nice so i know she likes to talk to me and i really like talking to her 

the thing is i don’t know HOW it is bc if i was doing any of this with a guy anyone would go “oh those are like dates he likes you” and i would be so happy to have her as a friend, really, the idea of us not talking in a few weeks makes me more sad than the idea of not dating her, but then i’ll do silly things like react strongly to seeing her and being sad when she’s not there and being so self-conscious about drinking water of all things at lunch and always dressing up a bit and that’s as much as i’m willing to do without point blank saying “oh i think i like you what do you think about the idea” but my supporting evidence is a) she asked for my number first b) she’s best at asking me if i wanna hang out sometime (she asked two weeks in a row and i still feel bad but i was in france in a terrible mood this weekend rip) c) she always says how much she enjoys our chats which is SO sweet and d) THIS MORNING i was snooping on her spotify playlists bc she has excellent music taste and she made this new driving playlist called “songs of the semester - reminiscing about the people i love” and five of the songs were beyonce songs i introduced her to from the playlists she knows i made for her (there was also a lana del rey song next to them and when i brought her up a few weeks ago claire said that she didn’t listen to her but i can’t assume that’s a reference to me) like there’s a strong chance that’s associated with me especially since we talked about three of them only a few weeks ago and i am thrilled at the idea of her thinking about me during her drive but am i a person she loves as a friend?? we’ve been friends for three months like WHAT KIND OF LOVE IS IT and while we don’t text a ton which makes me a little sad sometimes bc i always wanna know what she’s up to the final piece of evidence is like e) idk i feel like there is a vibe there? but i would also be happy being friends but the idea of her dating someone makes me TERRIBLY sad and i think she’s very cute and would like to kiss her so like idk what do you make of all of this and if you think i’m being overdramatic that’s okay too lol bc i probably am !!

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

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a wonderful way to

decompress

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ʚ Nanami Kento x chubby fem reader ɞ

❥ Word Count: 7.7k

❥ CW: fluff, smut, consensual voyeurism, masturbation, sex toys, safe word, safe word usage, oral (female receiving), spitting, praise, penetration, breeding kink, sweet aftercare

❥ A/N: hellooooo my little ducklings! Yall better start callin me butter bc I was on a ROLL when I wrote this. I'm very pleased with how it turned out. I tried going through and fixing things up, but I'm sure there are still plenty of mistakes so please bear with me sksksk. Just a couple notes:

There is safe word usage, but it's not bc the situation is triggering or anything. It's just casual usage to take a break, so don't worry about that 😊

There is breeding kink, but it's implied that the reader is on birth control so although they do talk about it in the heat of the moment, they aren't actually planning on having children. I just wanted to make sure that was completely clear before yall jumped into this

ANYWAYS, i hope yall enjoy 😊💕

You knew Nanami had a rough day the minute he walked into your shared apartment.

Well, to be fair, you already knew he was having a hard time when you texted him about dinner and he replied telling you to start without him.

“I’m going to be late,” he had said in his text.

You knew it was bad when he had to work overtime. So, to try and ease the frustration he felt during the day, you made one of his favorite pasta dishes, making a delicious loaf of garlic bread using one of the baguettes he bought the other day. It wasn’t much, but you hoped it would brighten his mood once he came home.

You didn’t realize how bad his day had been until you heard the door open and slam shut.

“Y/N?” he called from the front of the apartment.

“In the kitchen,” you yelled back, scrubbing the dishes you had used to make dinner. You heard his shoes drop to the floor, his feet padding over the hardwood as he made his way down the hall to you. You glanced over your shoulder, smiling as he entered the kitchen. “Hey hun—mm!”

His lips were on yours in an instant, large hands cupping your face as he kissed you tenderly. You moaned softly, keeping your hands in the sink, trying to avoid touching him while they were still wet. You returned his kiss, letting him mold his lips with yours, pushing yourself onto your tiptoes to meet him easier.

He pulled away after a moment, pressing his forehead to yours. The two of you panted softly, and you smiled gently up at him.

“Welcome home,” you whispered, giggling when he kissed you again. You pulled away this time, much to his dismay. “I’d love to continue, Ken, but you really need to eat.”

He grunted, pressing a kiss to your temple before letting you go, moving to the oven and opening it.

“You made garlic bread,” he stated, grabbing an oven mitt and pulling out the tray that it sat on.

“I did,” you replied, placing the now clean plate on the drying rack and turning off the water, shaking the excess off your hands. “I also made pasta.”

He hummed, lifting the lid of the pan, smiling down at the dish.

“It looks delicious,” he mumbled, opening the cabinet and retrieving a plate of his own, scooping some pasta on top. You dried off your hands, coming up behind him and snaking your hands around his waist, pressing yourself into his back.

“Would you like some wine?” you asked, smiling when you felt his body shake from his gentle chuckle.

“Wine sounds lovely.”

You retrieved a bottle (you didn’t know much about it, but you knew it paired nicely with savory dishes), bringing it to Nanami at the dining room table along with a glass.

“Thank you, dear,” he hummed, taking the bottle from you before kissing the back of your hand. You smiled at him, placing a quick kiss on his cheek before you took a seat beside him.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Mm. Not really,” he replied, filling his glass before looking back at you. “I’d prefer if you told me about your day.”

A distraction, you thought, smiling again before you began to speak. You told him about all the little details of your day, how the cashier at the store was so kind and how a kid stared at you in the produce section. You mentioned going to the park and returning a book to the library, and then described how you made dinner and enjoyed the spare time in your day. His expression hadn’t changed, but you knew that hearing you talk was helping him decompress.

“And that was about it,” you drifted off as he finished his wine. He nodded gently as he took his last bite of pasta, wiping his napkin over his mouth.

“Thank you for dinner. It was wonderful.”

“Of course,” you cooed, standing up, taking his dishes from him. He watched you move back to the kitchen, eyes trailing over you before he sighed deeply, standing up.

“What’re you doing, honey?” you asked innocently, knowing full well what his intentions were as he came up behind you, running his hands over your hips.

“Just admiring you,” he mumbled into your neck, hands gliding up your sides, sneaking up your oversized shirt.

“Is that so?” you replied, turning on the sink to clean his dishes. He turned off the faucet just as you grabbed the soap.

“You don’t have to do that, darling.”

“Oh? You want me to leave dirty dishes in the sink?” You gasped when he palmed your stomach, squeezing the fat of it in his strong hands.

“I’d prefer you do something else.”

“Hmm, and what would that be?” you asked, pushing your ass back into his crotch, already feeling something push firmly back. He kissed up your neck, reaching your ear, his breath making you shiver.

“I want you to go to the bedroom and get yourself comfortable.” His hands smoothed over your stomach and waist, making you moan softly. “I’d like to watch you for a bit.”

Ah. So it was one of those nights.

“Must’ve been a really bad day, huh?” you teased, craning your neck to look back at him. He sighed.

“You have no idea.” He kissed your temple, squeezing your love handles. “Go get ready for me. I’ll take care of the dishes.”

You couldn’t help but giggle giddily, excited for what was to come.

“Okay,” you said softly, cupping the side of his face and kissing him gently. He returned the kiss, but only for a moment, pulling away and patting your ass gently.

“Go on. I’ll join you in a minute.”

You giggled again, skipping off the bedroom. He watched you go, sighing before he removed his jacket, rolling up his sleeves.

He cleaned the dishes quickly, setting them down in the drying rack, drying off his hands. He felt his pulse quicken as he picked up his suit jacket, draping it over his arm, putting his opposite hand in his pocket before leisurely walking to the bedroom. He favored drawing these things out, enjoying the build up of anticipation with each step.

You had closed the door, which he preferred. It made the scenario feel a bit more genuine, as if you weren’t expecting him to walk in at any moment and find you. He took a deep breath, hand resting on the doorknob, turning it slowly and pushing the door open.

He was greeted by the most delectable sight. There you were, nude, draped over several pillows as you leaned back on the bed. Your curves and rolls were on display, your hands roaming over your skin, a smile playing on your lips.

God, he loved you.

“Hello darling,” he greeted as he entered the room, already feeling his cock stir the longer he stared at you.

“Hi Ken,” you cooed, gasping as your hands found your breasts, squeezing the mounds of fat. Nanami approached the bed, watching you intensely as you pinched your nipples, rolling the hardened buds between your fingertips before tugging. He stifled a groan when you moaned.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” he mumbled, begrudgingly moving to the closet to hang up his coat.

“I am.”

“Good.” He hung his jacket up in the walk in closet, coming back into the room, loosening his tie. “You deserve to enjoy yourself, darling.”

You moaned louder at that, arching your back into your hands, moving them down your sides. He watched you as he walked to the dresser, taking off his watch and placing it on top as he stared at you. His glasses were next, revealing his narrow but fervid eyes. He removed his tie completely, eyes locked on your hands as they found your hips, gripping your muffin top and dragging your fingers over your flesh. He bit his tongue, folding his tie onto the dresser before he walked past the bed, to the other side of the room.

“You’re comfortable?”

“Mm-hmmm,” you drew out, your moans breathy and sweet. He felt his cock twitch at the sound.

He popped the button of his collar, picking up the large, solid wooden chair by the window, carrying it with one hand to the edge of the bed. He smirked when you bit your lip. He knew you liked it when he showed off his true strength.

“You remember our safe word?” he asked, setting the chair down right in front of the bed, straightening it out.

“Merlot,” you sighed, eyes closing as you dug your fingers into your thighs.

“Good,” he whispered, standing up straight, taking a moment to admire you. “You’re so beautiful.”

You giggled, turning your face to the side, waving your hand at him.

“Oh, you.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, smiling as he moved around the chair, taking a seat. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes turning dark.

“Whenever you’re ready, dear.”

“Such a gentleman,” you teased, running your hands down your thighs. Your fingers grazed your skin, barely touching your legs as you reached your knees, gripping them tightly. Kento was watching you intensely, hands clasped in front of him, eyes focused solely on you. He had the same look on his face that many men had when they were watching a soccer game: focused, invested, eager for the outcome.

You decided not to tease him, knowing that he had a rough day and deserved to decompress and relax, and what better way to do that than to watch you play with yourself?

You spread your legs apart slowly, forcing them as wide as they would go, smiling when you heard him breathe deeply. You loved how such a simple action could have this much of an effect on him. Your fingers moved down your inner thighs, occasionally gripping the delicate flesh before you moved down to your cunt.

And now for the main event.

You slipped your hand down your front, palming at the fatty mound above your pussy. You pulled it taut before smoothing it flat, repeating the action once more before dipping your middle finger further. It slipped between your folds, moving down to your entrance, collecting a small amount of slick before tracing back up.

You slipped your ring finger down between your lips as well, pushing your chubby labia apart to show your cunt to your boyfriend. You felt a wave of heat flow through you when he sighed shakily, his face neutral but his fingers twitching slightly. Your fingers went back to your entrance, collecting more slick before the two digits went to your clit, circling it slowly.

“Ah~” you sighed, grateful for the pressure now added to your sex. Your eyes blinked slowly as you started touching yourself, rubbing the pearl between your legs at a generous pace, not too fast and not too slow. Your gaze fell on Nanami, lips curling when you saw him lean back in his chair, his knuckles pressed against his mouth.

The giggle that fell from your lips made him inhale sharply. God, he was so weak for you. All you had done so far was touch yourself in his presence and his cock was already throbbing, desperate to slip inside your tight cunt and fill you up. He’d get to that, eventually, but he was still tense from his workday. He wanted to relax and enjoy your little show before he finally joined you.

You sped up your movements, voice hitching as your pleasure began to build. Swiping your fingers over your clit, your back began to arch, feet digging into the mattress. You could see the anticipation on your boyfriend’s face: that sweet, yearning expression that made you feel like a goddess. You slowed your pace again, catching your breath as you saw his body sag a little.

Finally, you thought, draping your opposite arm over your head, hand tucking behind one of the pillows. He’s starting to relax a bit.

“Did you miss me today, Ken?” you asked, your words dripping like honey from your soft lips. He ran his hand over his mouth, eyes glancing up to meet yours.

“Of course I did. I always miss you.”

Your pussy clenched at that, and, based on the small smile playing at his lips, he definitely noticed it.

“Mmm, how much did you miss me?” Your fingers dipped back down your cunt, spreading your slick around your entrance, dragging it up and down your lips. He watched as you coated your pussy in your juices, sighing when you started circling your clit again.

“I missed you a lot. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You moaned softly, biting your lip as your fingers moved faster.

“What did you miss about me, baby?” Nanami huffed, resting his cheek against his fist.

“I missed your smile,” he started, smiling when he saw the flustered look you gave him, curling into yourself. “I missed your voice… I missed your body.”

“What parts of my body?” you pressed, clenching your pillow, gasping at the jolt of electricity that ran through you. You heard him curse softly through the haze.

“I missed your hips… your breasts… your thighs,” he murmured, his eyes darting to each body part as he listed them, drinking you in as you flicked your clit faster.

“Did you miss my pussy, Ken~to~?” you sang, rolling your hips up into your hand.

“Obviously.”

“Hmmm, what did you miss about it?”

Jeez, you weren’t making this easy on him. He blinked, smirking slowly as the thought of teasing you burrowed it’s way into his brain.

“I missed your cute clit and your pretty pussy lips. I missed watching you play with yourself while you think of me.”

He chuckled when your legs closed around your hand, fingers speeding up momentarily just to slow down again. He loved when you teased your cunt for him.

“Did you miss how I taste?” you asked hopefully, batting your eyelashes innocently. You couldn’t help but smile when he let a small groan slip, his fingers pressed against his temple.

“I did.”

You squealed at that, falling into a fit of giggles, biting your lip as you met his gaze again. He was smiling tenderly at you, clearly amused with your excited response. Jesus, you loved him so much it made you want to scream.

You spread your legs again, trying to give him a better look at your soaked cunt. Your chubby lips hid most of your pussy from him, but you knew he loved that about you. He once said that spreading your pussy lips was like ‘opening a present on Christmas morning’, so you knew he didn’t mind that you weren’t completely visible.

“You know,” you started, tilting your head slightly, “you could always have a taste, since you missed me so badly and all.”

This was one of the best parts of your little game: tempting him. Kento was a stoic, strong-willed man, but even he had his weaknesses, and one of those weaknesses was you trying to seduce him. It was like a test to see if he still had enough self-control to resist you in your most vulnerable states. For the most part, he was able to keep his cool and keep his hands off of you, but sometimes…

“I’m alright for now,” he smiled, sitting up and crossing his legs. “I appreciate the offer, though.”

Damn. Seems like you wouldn’t be able to break him that easily. What a shame.

“Well, if you’re not going to eat my pussy,” you began, removing your hand from your cunt and reaching to your side, “then I guess I’ll use the next best thing.”

Nanami took a deep breath as he saw you hold up the toy. He had bought it for you on your last birthday, hoping that it would be able to please you when he wasn’t able to. He was worried you wouldn’t like it at first, but when you first used the clit sucker with him, you came within thirty seconds. He ended up overstimulating you that night, holding your hips down and keeping the toy firmly against you as you cried and begged for a break.

At the end of the day, it was worth the money, an exceptional investment in his eyes. He was delighted to see you using it now during your little show for him.

You turned on the toy, smiling when the power button lit up. You brought the suction head to your cunt, finding your clit, gasping loudly when the air pulsations began stimulating you. This was your favorite toy by far, and you knew Nanami enjoyed it just as much. He loved watching you twitch and wiggle and squirm under it’s ministrations, pushing you closer to the edge faster than any of your other toys could.

The whine that left the back of your throat made Nanami’s cock ache. Watching you like this was a guilty pleasure of his, and you were so sweet for humoring him and his sexual desires. His hand found the armrest of the chair, thumb rubbing firm circles into the swirled wood, imagining that he was toying with your clit instead.

You’d get to that point eventually. For now, he was satisfied with just watching your toes curl and hips buck up towards your hand.

“F-Fuck,” you moaned, pushing your head back into the pillows, curling your hips towards the toy in your hand. You increased the speed, squeaking when the suctions became more powerful.

“Does it feel good, darling?” You scoffed, meeting Kento’s gaze, biting your lip when you saw the intense look he was giving you.

“Yes,” you whined, rolling your hips towards your hand as you increased the toy’s speed again. You moaned as you slid down the sheets, sinking further into the pile of pillows you had created.

You couldn’t help looking at Nanami when you masturbated like this. There was just so much about him that turned you on: his eyes, his jawline, his rough hands, his muscular forearms. Even fully dressed, seeing him like this made your skin burn, your cunt twitching as your pleasure rose.

“It would feel better with you, though,” you mumbled between moans, feeling your climax edge closer. His low hum made you quiver, your body jiggling with each jolt. You knew he loved seeing your body shake like that, so you didn’t hold back, avoiding the urge to tense up and keep still so you didn’t cause any stares.

“We’ll get there, dear,” he reassured, rubbing his finger over his lips, sighing deeply as he drank up every small action you made. The way your breasts bounced as your back arched swiftly, the twitching in your thick thighs as you turned up the toy again: these little details made you all the more alluring, making it hard for him to hold back.

“K-Ken,” you stuttered out, hand clasping at the sheets. God, the noises you made were so delicious, sweeter than any wine he had ever tried. He loved getting drunk off of the sound of you, your moans and whines and pleas for him to just ­fuck you already.

“You’re close, aren’t you, dear?” You whimpered, nodding quickly, eyes squeezed shut as you concentrated on the feeling between your legs. The throbbing between his own limbs was starting to bother him, so he palmed himself lazily, hoping a hint of pressure would hold him off a bit more. “Go on, darling. Cum for me.”

Your orgasm hit you suddenly, eyes shooting wide as fireworks went off beneath your skin. The electricity flew from your cunt to the rest of your body, causing you to writhe against the sheets. You moaned loudly, your pitch higher than you intended, piercing the now humid air of your bedroom. Your pleasure lasted for a few moments before it fizzled out, leaving you wet and desperate. You turned the clit sucker down a few levels before removing it from your cunt, giving yourself a moment to breathe.

“Feeling alright?” he asked, a slight lift to his voice, glad that just his presence had this effect on you. You moaned weakly in response, nodding your head, barely processing the hum that he gave in return. “Good. Now, turn the toy back up to the level you were at.”

You whimpered softly, eyes blinking at him slowly.

“Aren’t you going to join me?”

“I will in time. I want to watch you cum again.”

You pouted, but complied, keening when the suction of the toy stimulated your clit once again.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but your first orgasm had quickly turned into two which then melted into three and four and now, even after your fifth climax of the night, Nanami showed no signs of breaking.

“Keeeennn,” you whined, feeling your eyes water a bit as your clit throbbed almost painfully.

“Yes dear?” he replied a bit too calmly for your taste, making you grow agitated.

“I-I want you, baby. Please, just… just fuck me, Ken.” He hummed softly, pretending to consider your offer.

“Not yet.” He couldn’t hide the sinister smirk on his lips as you whined unhappily.

“Why not?” Nanami sighed, rubbing his hand along his thigh, avoiding the obvious tent in his pants.

“I’m still enjoying the show.” You groaned angrily, your sounds of disapproval turning into needy whines as the clit sucker kept going.

“But doesn’t it hurt, Ken? Doesn’t your cock a-ache? I-I can make that feeling go away and make you feel sooo good, baby—”

“I know you can,” he interrupted, folding his hands over his lap, “and you will, but in a moment.”

You whimpered, frustrated with how pitiful you sounded. You had expected him to join you after your third orgasm, but now that you were reaching your sixth, you weren’t sure if you could take much more. A pressure was building inside of you uncomfortably, making you feel like you were going to explode in the worst possible way.

“Sh… sh-shit, fuck, m-merlot, merlot!” you rushed out, pulling the toy away from your sex and turning it off, legs shutting automatically. Nanami’s body tensed as he sat up, preparing to rush to you.

“Are you—”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, holding up your hand while the other rubbed over your face. Your boyfriend stayed in his seat, still worried. “I’m fine, I just…” You sighed, pushing yourself up, leaning back on your hands as you looked at him. “I gotta pee.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment before you giggled, causing him to join you, your laughter filling the quiet room. Your snickers subsided after a moment and you moaned tiredly, rolling onto your stomach and then back, legs finding the floor. You stood up slowly, your stance a bit wobbly as you walked to the bathroom.

“Just gimme a sec,” you called out to him, turning the light on and closing the door, leaving it slightly ajar.

“Take your time,” he yelled back, still smiling at the small interaction between the two of you. He waited patiently in his chair, tracing over the carvings in the wood before he heard the toilet flush, the faucet turning on and then off. You walked out, turning off the light as you trudged to the bed.

“Good news is I don’t have to pee anymore and I cleaned myself up.” Your leaned your hands against the bed, looking towards him. “The bad news is that I had to wipe up half of my slick and I’m not nearly as wet anymore.” Nanami scoffed, shaking his head before smiling at you.

“Well, then I guess you’re going to have to get yourself wet again, huh?” You groaned, hanging your head before crawling back onto the king size bed.

“Ken, I know you had a bad day and I wanna make you forget about it, but I’m getting really tired and my pussy needs a nap.”

“Would you like to stop for the night?”

“No,” you pouted, plopping yourself onto your stomach, nuzzling up to the pile of pillows you created. “I just want to make you cum already so we can go to bed.”

He didn’t respond, and after a minute of waiting, you sighed loudly.

“Jeez, you’re so ridiculous sometimes.” You brought yourself up onto your knees, pushing up your ass as you reached for the clit sucker. “You and your fucking voyeurism are gonna be the death of me.”

You kept it on the lowest setting as you turned it on, clenching around nothing once you pressed the head against your clit. You moaned into the pillow, gripping it tightly as you pushed back on the toy, already increasing the speed.

You were so caught up in your own pleasure that you couldn’t hear the shuffle of clothes behind you, couldn’t feel the bed weigh down, didn’t realize how close Nanami was until his tongue was prodding at your entrance.

“Hah!” you squealed loudly, almost falling flat on your stomach. His hands found your hips, keeping you up on your knees as he pushed his tongue into you, swirling it over your walls. You felt your body start to tense, your cunt clenching around his tongue, eager to cum once again.

He pulled away before you could get anywhere near your peak, taking the clit sucker from your hand and turning it off, tossing it on the bed. You panted, trying to process what had happened when he suddenly flipped you over, your back falling onto the pile of pillows.

There was your boyfriend, naked, his body looking like a sculpture of a Greek god. His arm and leg muscles were obvious even when he wasn’t flexing, his torso carved into the shape of a triangle. His abs weren’t terribly pronounced (he kept himself well fed and healthy), but his iliac furrows were deep, dipping down to show his cock standing at attention. Just looking over him had your cunt leaking. How did you get so lucky as to find someone like him?

“K-Ken—mm!” His lips smashed into yours, hands trailing over your body as he kissed you. You moaned into his mouth, hands finding his hair, combing through the soft blonde strands. His tongue pushed into your mouth once he cupped your breasts, squeezing them firmly as you licked your slick off of him.

“Hmmm… Ken,” you whined as he pulled away, kissing over your cheek and jaw before moving down to your neck. He licked over your pulse, panting into your ear as he nibbled along your throat. “F-Fuck, Ken~”

“Yes darling?” he asked casually, as if he wasn’t kissing down to your breasts, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking.

“Sh-Shit, Ken, fuck!” You gripped his hair tightly, your other hand gripping onto his shoulder as he molded your tits in his hands, eyes locked on you as he sucked you into his mouth. He released your nipple with a ‘pop’ a moment later, moving on to the other one, slurping it into his mouth. He sucked on the other one until it hardened in his mouth, soon letting it go and moving down to your stomach.

Your instincts told you to push him away and hide yourself, still a bit insecure despite your confidence, but he never let you do such things. His hands squeezed over your waist, savoring the way the fat of your stomach squished under the weight of his fingers. Your skin was so soft against his rough hands, almost like silk or velvet, leaving him breathless.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled before kissing your tummy, hands moving to palm at your hips as he left kisses along your lower stomach. Your cunt clenched with each gentle touch of his lips, his eyes burning into you as he stared at your expressions. Your hips twitched when he flicked his tongue over your sensitive tummy, and he chuckled at the bashful look you gave him.

“You’re so cute,” he murmured as he kissed over your mound, humming as he pressed his nose into the fatty tissue above your cunt. He nuzzled his forehead into your tummy, rubbing his cheek over the hairs on your pubic area. You wanted to shove him, say something snarky that might egg him on and get him to fuck you already, but his grip was so sweet and tender that all you could do was melt in his grasp.

Nanami moved further down the bed, lying on his stomach, situating himself right in front of your cunt. His large hands found your thighs, squeezing a handful of each before he pushed them back, making you moan in surprise. His forearms pushed into the back of your thighs, keeping them up as his hands moved to your pussy.

This was his favorite part. He ran his thumb over your chubby pussy lips, pushing up and tugging back the fat at the top of your cunt, flattening out your lips before releasing his hold and letting them bounce back to place. He smirked, doing this once again as he licked over his lips.

His cock throbbed against the bed as he hooked his thumbs over your lips, pulling them apart to reveal your pretty cunt to him. His heart pounded as he looked at your clit, eyes skimming down to your soaked entrance, watching it clench hopelessly as it tried to suck something in.

You were just so pretty; he couldn't resist having a proper taste.

He licked a stripe from entrance to clit, the flat of his tongue picking up your slick and spreading it around your cunt. Your resulting moan was so precious that he unintentionally ground his hips into the bed.

“You taste so sweet, Y/N," he murmured against your lips, eyes fixed on you. You smiled sheepishly, shrugging.

"I mean... I did eat a lot of fruit today." He let out a satisfied hum, nosing at your mound, pressing a kiss to your pussy lips.

"Good girl."

He smirked when you tried to hold back your moan, your hips curling towards him, your cunt eager to be touched. He chuckled softly, the vibrations stimulating your clit, making you whine.

He decided to stop teasing, flicking his tongue over your clit, watching for your reaction. He swirled around the hard bud, digging his fingers into your stomach when you mewled wantonly, hands finding his hair and tugging gently. He sighed, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking generously.

"F-Fuck!" Your stomach tightened at the sensation, body twitching as he kept his mouth on you. You couldn't keep your eyes open as he ate your cunt. His eyes were locked on you, making you self conscious and embarrassed, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut or look away. He pinched your nipple a bit hard, making you whine unhappily.

"Look at me, Y/N," he demanded, licking your juices off his lips. You resisted at first, keeping your head turned to the side, but his teeth dug into the fatty mound above your pussy and you were forced to meet his gaze. His eyes softened when they met yours, mouth releasing your flesh before he moved back to your lips.

"That's better," he mumbled, finding your clit again and giving it a harsh suck. Your body jolted, causing you to tug his hair a bit harder than you intended. The resulting moan that fell from his lips sent vibrations over your pussy, sparks of heat erupting in your core.

"Fuck, Ken, please I—shit—"

"What's the matter, dear?" he asked, feigning ignorance as he licked down to your entrance, slurping up the liquid gold spilling out of you.

"Fuck, d-don't tease me, Ken. Please, I just—I just want you inside me already."

Nanami groaned softly, collecting his saliva before spitting on your cunt, causing you to twitch. He loved how his split made your pussy glisten, almost glittering in the gentle light of the bedroom.

"You want me that badly, darling?" he cooed, licking up your cunt again, tongue flicking over your clit once more. You keened, back arching, pushing his face further into your cunt. He growled against your pussy, making you tremble.

"Please Ken, don't make me wait any longer. I want you to fuck me already. I want your cock inside me and I want you to fuck me and—"

"Now now," he muttered, propping himself on his elbows before pushing himself up. "There's no need to beg, dearest. I'm flattered by it, but it's not necessary."

He kissed your knee, hands trailing over your thighs as he crept between your legs. He used his thumb to wipe your slick off his mouth, sucking the digit clean before his lips pressed into yours.

You moaned gratefully, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him into you. Your tongues danced as he massaged your hip, stroking his cock before bringing it to your cunt.

He pulled back so he could see what he was doing, running the head of his cock over your soaked folds. You moaned softly each time he brushed over your clit, biting your lip as he pressed his cock to your entrance.

"Ready?" he asked, making sure you were completely comfortable before he continued. You nodded quickly, spreading your legs wider, pushing your hips closer to his. He huffed, smiling softly. "Eager, aren't you?"

"Kento Nanami, if you don't put your cock in me right now, I'll—a-ah!"

His cock was pushing into you, filling you so deliciously that you couldn't even finish your empty threat. You arched into him, head falling back on the pillows as you moaned.

"That's it," he panted, slowly entering you, thrusting shallowly so you could adjust to his size. "Doing so well, such a good girl for me—shit, you're tight—"

You shivered as the head of his cock brushed against your g-spot, hands gripping his shoulders as his hips met yours. His cock wasn't monstrous by any means, but good god, it was still a lot to handle. He kissed over your face as you got used to his size, hands smoothing over your sides as your breathing slowed.

"Feeling alright?" You nodded, your legs wrapping around his waist. He groaned softly, pressing his forehead to yours. "Good, because I don't think I can hold back any longer."

"Then don't," you replied quickly, giving him a flirtatious smile. He blinked, chuckling gently at your retort.

"Oh, believe me," he began, hands digging into the meat of your hips, "I wasn't planning to."

The first thrust was somewhat timid, testing the waters to see how you would react. You gasped lightly, mouth hanging open as your hands splayed out over his shoulder blades, pushing him down into you. The second thrust was much harder, his cock almost pulling out completely before slamming back into you, grazing your cervix.

"Oh, fuck!" you cried out, holding onto him tightly as he began a punishing pace, thrusting into you quickly. He sure wasn't lying when he said he wasn't going to hold back, but did you really want him to?

"Jesus, Y/N, you feel so good, fuck—"

You mewled beneath him, biting your lip as you braced yourself, trying to stay composed even as he pounded into your cunt. You weren't succeeding at all, but at least you tried.

"Sh-Shit, K-K-Ken! Fuck, Ken, yes—"

"You're so good for me, Y/N, so fucking good. God, I love you—"

His lips found your neck, leaving sloppy kisses over your searing skin. He bit down closer to your shoulder, sucking your skin into his mouth, determined to leave a hickey behind. You moaned loudly, fingers digging into his back, trying to hold tight.

His hands were gripping your hips so tightly that you were worried you would bruise. If that did end up happening, you were sure he'd feel awful about it, but in all honesty you loved the marks he left behind on you. You loved seeing the love bites and hand prints and remembering how he fucked you the night before. They were little reminders taped to your flesh, sending sparks of arousal straight to your cunt every time you saw them in the mirror.

"Hah!" His cock brushed against your g-spot just right, making your walls tighten around him. He slowed for a moment, panting as he moved your legs, hooking your knees over his shoulders. He thrust into you again, smirking when your eyes rolled back and you clenched around him harder.

"Is this better, dear?" he asked breathlessly, going back to his rough pace before you could answer. Your moans grew louder, raising in pitch as he nudged against your sweet spot with every thrust.

"Fuck, Ken, don't stop! F-Feels so good, fuck, feels so good—"

"You're so pretty, Y/N," he sighed, bringing a hand to cup your cheek, the other palming at your breast. "My sweet girl, you're always so good for me—shit, I don't deserve you—"

You mewled, nails dragging along his back, surely leaving marks of your own. For a man who claimed he didn't praise people, he sure did let it flow from his lips like a faucet.

You could never complain, though. You loved the praise he gave you, especially in the bedroom, especially during moments like this.

"You're so perfect, darling. I'm so lucky to have you. I don't know what you see in me but God I'm glad that you chose me over everyone else—"

You could never understand how he thought he was the lucky one in this relationship, but his words shot through you, your cunt throbbing with need. Fuck, you were getting close again—

"Ken," you whined, cupping his face, pressing your forehead to his. "I want you to cum with me. Please, I need it, I need you, I—"

His lips pressed into yours, drinking up the last of your pleas as he somehow fucked you faster, chasing his own orgasm. You moaned loudly into him, hands tangling in his hair as his roamed your body, squeezing every inch he could. You grabbed a handful of the blonde strands and tugged gently, your cunt tightening when he groaned deep in his throat.

"You're so fucking perfect, Y/N," he breathed as he pulled away, kissing over your face and neck. "You're so gorgeous and sweet and kind—God, and your cunt is fucking divine, Jesus Christ—"

"Shit, Ken! Fuck me harder, I'm close, fuck, I want you to cum in me, please cum in me—"

"Do you want me to fill you up, baby? Do you want me to fill up that pretty little pussy of yours?"

"Yes, fuck!" You squeezed your legs around him, mewling as his pelvic bone ground against your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your peak. "Fuck, wanna—wanna make you a daddy—"

"Shit," he snarled, taking your earlobe between his teeth and tugging on it. His back stung from all the scratches you were leaving behind, but God did it make him throb.

"Fuck, c'mon Ken, cum in me please? Please, I-I wanna feel it, want it to drip o-out of me—oh my God, I'm gonna cum—"

"Anything you want, I'll give you," he panted, hands digging into your flesh, worried that if he didn't keep you flush against him then you would just disappear. "I'll do anything you want. You deserve it, you deserve everything, the whole world, shit—"

Your pussy began fluttering around him, your breath quickening, voice hitching as you climbed higher and higher until—

You moaned loudly as you came, your limbs tensing and pulling Kento flush to you. You shuddered as he kept fucking you, barely hearing him curse up a storm as he reached his own peak. He thrust once, twice more before he bottomed out, groaning into your neck as he came inside you. You writhed beneath him, feeling his cum seep into you, filling you to the brim as you came down from your high.

The two of you kept your limbs tangled around one another as you steadied your breathing, chests rising and falling as oxytocin settled in. Hands ultimately twitched, smoothing over the marks left behind on skin, massaging sore spots until the other moaned softly as 'thanks'. Nanami was the first to speak.

"Thank you, darling," he mumbled into your neck, kissing below your ear and humming softly. You couldn't help but smile, twirling his hair around your finger, drawing circles into the base of his skull.

"What're you thanking me for?"

"For doing this for me," he mumbled before kissing your neck. "And for tolerating me." Another kiss. "And for loving me." And another. You giggled as his tender kisses continued, peppering over your skin as your body shook with laughter.

"You don't have to thank me for those things, Ken." He hummed softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"I know," his forehead nudged yours, eyes soft as they gazed down at you, "but I just want you to know that I'm grateful for you."

Your heart fluttered, lips curling unconsciously as your cupped his cheeks.

"I'm grateful for you too." He returned your smile, kissing your lips gently, passionately as he helped lower your legs to settle around his waist.

"Would you like a bath?" he asked when he pulled away, thumbs rubbing into your arms. You smiled, nodding. "Alright. Hold on."

"Wha—"

Nanami pulled your body flush to his, holding onto you as he got up on his knees, shuffling to the edge of the bed before he got up.

"Jesus, Ken! Put me down, I can walk—"

"I know," he interrupted, his hands locked underneath your ass, keeping you secure as he walked to the bathroom. "I just want to keep you close. Plus, I didn't want to make a mess on the bed by pulling out. You may not actually be able to get pregnant, but you can still make a mess."

"You're ridiculous," you grumbled, burying your face in his neck, cheeks hot with embarrassment.

"Only with you," he smiled, nudging you once you got to the bathroom. You caught on to his request, turning the bathroom light on for the two of you, letting him carry you to the bathtub. He stopped a foot away, gripping your thighs tightly before he lifted you off of his cock, hissing at the change in pressure.

You mewled softly, somewhat disappointed with the empty feeling his cock left behind. He helped you down to your feet slowly, making sure you could stand on your own before he leaned down and started the bath.

You leaned against the wall and watched your boyfriend put too much effort into a simple bath. He checked the water temperature several times, adding a floral soap to create bubbles, even going as far as to light a sweet smelling candle and place it on the sink counter. You let him continue his busy work, knowing that he wouldn't be satisfied unless he did all these little things.

He finally finished, turning off the water before turning to you, grabbing your hand. He held your hands as you stepped into the bathtub, crouching down as you settled into the warm water. You sighed happily, leaning back in the tub.

"Do you need anything?" he asked, crossing his arms over the edge of the tub.

"Hmmm... not really." He arched his brow.

"You hesitated." You pouted slightly, shrugging.

"I mean... I kind of want a snack..."

His smile made your heart soar, your face burning as he stood up.

"I'll get us something to eat," he stated, grabbing his bath robe and wrapping it around himself. "Maybe some crackers and grapes—oh, what about a charcuterie board?"

"Ken, that's too much work! A granola bar is fine." He hummed thoughtfully, rubbing a hand over his jaw as he looked in the mirror.

"Well, now I'm in the mood for a charcuterie board." He smiled softly at you. "I'll be back in a bit."

You tried protesting again but he was already out the door, leaving you alone in the hot bath.

You grumbled to yourself about how ridiculous your boyfriend was, but who were you kidding? You loved the fact that he wanted to make you a charcuterie board after fucking your brains out. You loved that he came back to the bathroom around ten minutes later with said food, carrying a tray that also held a couple glasses of water and wine. You loved that he pulled out the caddy tray for the tub and set everything up so that when he eventually joined the bath with you, the two of you were able to enjoy your food and drinks while bathing. You loved that he even brought his tablet with him and put on one of your favorite shows, his arm curled around your waist, keeping your back flush against his chest as you ate and watched.

You loved that he peppered your neck and shoulders with kisses, nuzzling into you until the bathwater went from tepid to cold and you were both pruning to a horrendous degree. You loved that he toweled you off in a nonsexual way, planting kisses on your face every chance he got. You loved how he handed you his nightshirt as you were brushing your teeth, insisting that you wear the soft, oversized shirt instead of your normal pajamas. You loved how his first instinct when he got into bed was to cuddle up to you, arms wrapped around your waist as he buried his face in your chest.

You loved how he muttered "I love you's" until his breathing slowed and he snored softly against you. You loved that, despite him being the most ridiculous man you ever met, he was also the greatest.

And, at the end of the day, he loved you.

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good years (1)

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summary: you arrive at hobi’s birthday party, along with some of your other friends. pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc warnings: alcohol, cursing, excessive use of pet names...bc its me

Being late to events, especially events in honor of your friends, was your least favorite thing. Punctuality was one of your top three favorite things about yourself, and yet here you were- nearly sprinting through the streets in heels because you were an idiot and had gotten the name of the bar wrong.

Instead of the Silver Spoon, you’d ended up at the Silver Tongue. That’s what happens when you don’t check your text messages for confirmation and operate on autopilot. So now, you were about an hour and a half late (as if the absence of the birthday boy and his merry band of friends at the Silver Spoon didn’t tell you enough).

Oh well. 

By the time you arrive about twelve blocks away to the Silver Spoon, you quickly make sure that not a hair is out of place before walking into the bar to try to blend in, as if you’d been there the whole time.

“Hobi!” You chirp, finding your friend in the middle of all of the chaos, “Happy birthday, Hobi-”

Hobi turns to greet you, a big (drunk) smile plastered across his face. “You’re late! Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“Well, I-uh, this is gonna sound dumb, but-”

You’re interrupted by a few of the guys walking into the bar, causing a ruckus and nearly screeching Hobi’s name. At least you’re not the only one who’s late. And you quickly see Sora in your line of sight, entering in behind the guys.

Sora, your best friend of several years since college. She’s been with you since the beginning, taking you under her wing when you were both young and in college. She had brought you out of your shell a bit, inviting you to parties and inviting you to have dinner with her in the dining hall. The slow convenience of college had blossomed into something real, something that could stand the test of time- also known as the test of post-graduate life.

Her friendship was an adventure to say the least.

“Hey,” You beam at her with drinks for both of you in your hands, “Fancy seeing you here-”

“Hey,” She grins, pulling you in for a hug, “Work was so shitty, like, I had to stay late today. Of all days! I can’t wait to have a fuckin’ drink.”

“Yeah, here’s something funny-” But your words are cut off yet again, by the arrival of more friends. It looks like Sora had invited some of her own friends, friends that you weren’t quite sure liked you very much.

But you don’t dwell on that, instead sipping on your drink and settling on people watching. Settings like this unnerve you- being in a place where you’re not quite friendly with everyone in attendance makes you feel self-conscious. It’s easier to just stay in the background, blend into the walls, so as to not upset yourself-

“Hey, you,” Comes a familiar voice to your right. It’s Yoongi, one of your fellow people watcher enthusiasts. He stands next to you, shoulder brushing against yours.

“Hey, you,” You repeat, flashing him a smile and a playful shove to his shoulder, “How have you been? It’s been a while, Yoongi.”

“You’re the one who’s been hiding,” Yoongi teases, “All cooped up at home.”

“So have you! In your studio,” You protest, poking his shoulder.

“I guess I can’t argue there.”

“No, you really can’t,” You say, “So tell me then, what’s new? What’s coming out of the studio these days?”

You enjoy hearing him speak, the way his passion for his craft pouring through his words. He invites you (again) to stop by the studio if you ever want to. You promise to stop by soon, with his favorite snacks. You usually try to stop by his studio at least once a month to catch up with him. He’s also one of your oldest friends, along with Hobi.

“Hey,” Comes another voice to your left this time. It’s a voice you definitely recognize, a voice that makes you tense up immediately.

Jeon Jungkook has always had a way of making you stammer over your words, ever since Yoongi and Hobi had introduced you to him years ago. He’s tall, nearly always dressed in all black, tattoos and piercings coloring his frame, and something sweet and sinful swirls in his dark eyes.

You don’t know if it’s a look that is reserved for you or if he looks at everyone like this, but honestly, your brain short circuits every time he glances your way.

“H-hi,” You mumble, taking a sip of your drink to ease your jumpy nerves. Jungkook only grins at you, his bunny smile a stark contrast to the rest of his aura.

“Been a while, huh?” Jungkook says, voice smooth and sweet like molasses. 

“Y-yeah, been busy,” You mutter. You watch in mild panic as Yoongi walks away, being called away by Namjoon and Taehyung.

“Missed you, baby,” Jungkook winks at you. Somehow, he always gravitates to you at these types of events. Not that you’ll particularly complain- his attention makes you feel warm, even if it’s all for jokes and fun.

As Sora repeatedly has told you.

According to her, he’s the worst- a player, a fuckboy (when he was apparently too old to be one, her words not yours) and this is how he treats any pretty girl. So you don’t take it too seriously, only indulging him a bit and keeping him out of your periphery.

But you won’t deny that his recent use of the pet name might make you swoon a little bit.

“Oh, stop,” You wave him off with heat rising in your cheeks. And he knows it, too, from the self-assured smirk he throws you.

“How’s work been? They got you crunching numbers and all that?” Jungkook asks, ordering himself a beer and a drink for you.

“That’s literally my job, but right now, we just got access to a new database so I’m excited to see what kinds of visualizations and insights we can bring forward. We’re moving forward to proactive analysis, but you know, we’re still a ways away from that, we still react to problems so reactively. Like we’re just putting out fires all the time, it’s kinda tiring but I’m excited-” You cut yourself off at your rambling, sheepishly laughing, “Oh, you should’ve stopped me. I know it’s boring.”

“It’s not boring, not if it’s important to you,” Jungkook shrugs, “Besides, I like hearing you talk.”

“Really? You really wanna hear about the latest and greatest happening in the data world?”

“I wanna hear about anything you have to say, baby,” Jungkook says easily. You squeeze your drink in your hand tightly to ground yourself.

This is why he intimidates you- his affections have only increased in the last few months. It’s like he’s playing a game with you, trying to see how long it takes for you to crack. You don’t know how sincere he is when he turns the charm on- is this how he talks to everyone, or is it just you? 

You like to think it’s just you (because you at least dare to call him a friend of yours), but he could get anyone he sets his eyes on. Rather than spiralling down that train of thought, you bask in his flirtations, his gentle affections hidden under his very many layers of black.

Before you can reply to ask him about the tattoo parlor and about his newly purchased motorcycle, Sora interrupts you both. You’re oblivious to the deadly glare that Jungkook shoots her, and the glare that she shoots right back at him.

She whisks you away, an arm tight around your shoulders. You turn your head and look back at Jungkook apologetically.

This is how it always is, especially for the last few months. As soon as Sora sees Jungkook and you speaking, she’ll immediately do anything to intervene. It’s fucking annoying and Jungkook is beginning to dislike Sora more and more each time he has the misfortune of coming in contact with her. He doesn’t really care about whatever personal vendetta your best friend has for him.

He’s always thought Sora was a conniving woman, full of manipulation and tricks up her sleeve. Ever since Yoongi and Hobi had introduced you to their friend group (and you had brought Sora along as well). His instincts are hardly ever wrong, but he hates to see you spiral with her.

But he’s powerless to stop you from walking away from him. Yet again.

tags: @kookdbean​

#jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x you

[gredandforgesmischief]

long story short - f.w

title: long story short

pairing: fred x female slytherin reader

summary: fred has been in love with y/n since they were fifteen, but the universe was never really on their side. (idk i'm bad at writing summaries but basically best friends to lovers. this takes place during gof in the spring.) this is also vaguely inspired by "long story short" by taylor swift bc i'm obsessed w her (see if you can find the lyrics)

other characters/pairings mentioned: adrian pucey/y/n, fred/angelina, george weasley, harry potter, ron weasley, neville longbottom

content warnings: its all fluff, some parts can be construed as angsty?? maybe probably not. sad fred at some point. sad y/n at some point. fred and y/n are both clueless all the time for no reason.

a/n: i wrote this with my Head Empty, but I hope you enjoy (feedback welcomed) also this wasn't proof read so ignore any grammatical errors

“... right Fred?”

“Yeah that’s cool, whatever,” Fred grumbled as a very irritated George hit his side.

The pair were having breakfast at the Gryffindor table, and the two were supposed to be brainstorming shop ideas, but it was apparent that Fred’s mind was off somewhere else.

Regardless of how hard he tried, Fred’s mind was often clouded with his feelings about Y/N. The two had been best friends since third year, and it took him a long time to realize that he wanted to be much more than just her best friend. But just as expected, right as Fred realized, Y/N had gotten into a relationship.

“Dude, Y/N is with Adrian now, you need to get over it,” George said. While he did feel bad for his twin, there wasn’t much that either of them could do about it.

Fred nodded, but just as he was about to respond to his brother, he noticed a flustered Y/N get up from the Slytherin table. In all honesty, if Fred hadn’t been staring at her he wouldn’t have noticed how distraught she was. Without another thought, the ginger boy got up from his seat and followed her into the corridor.

“Y/N, wait up!” Fred called out, not quite sure what he was going to say to her. The Slytherin girl slowed down, waiting for her friend to catch up.

When it came to his and Y/N’s relationship, there wasn’t a lot they wouldn’t talk about, but Y/N’s relationship with Adrian was a conversation that was often avoided. Y/N knew how Fred felt about Adrian, so she made an effort to keep the two as separate portions of her life.

“Hi, Fred,” Y/N’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes glossy.

Fred winced. Up until she had started dating Adrian, Y/N always called Fred by his nickname. When Y/N started dating Adrian she pulled away from Fred quickly. He could tell she tried to make everything seem normal, but it wasn’t.

“Is everything alright? You walked out of the Great Hall a bit fast.” Fred said. The pair were now sitting on a bench in the courtyard.

“Just… some stuff with Adrian.” Y/N said, knowing that there was no way that Fred would allow her to leave it at that. There was an ever growing vendetta that Fred had against Adrian, and him hurting Y/N would probably be the worst thing that the Slytherin could do.

“Listen, I know I’m not Adrian’s number one fan, but I’m still your best friend.” Fred said, hoping that Y/N would talk to him. It had been months since the two had chatted about anything of substance and he feared their friendship would fall apart if they kept avoiding each other.

Y/N went silent for a moment, weighing her options in her head. After a short while she looked at Fred and started, “Have you ever been in love?”

The question completely caught Fred off guard. He wasn’t exactly sure what he expected Y/N to say, but that wasn’t a question he was prepared to think about.

Sure, Fred had dated around during his time at Hogwarts, but the only person he had ever really loved was Y/N. It wasn’t something he had ever wanted to talk about with her, particularly because he didn’t know how great he would be at concealing his emotions. How terrible would it be for him to confess it to her while she was in a relationship?

Fred nodded, “Yeah, I’ve been in love before.”

“How did you know? What did it feel like?” Y/N asked, looking genuinely curious. Was Y/N truly asking him about this?

Fred looked at her incredulously, speaking once more, “Honestly, love, I think it's different for everyone,” The look on Y/N’s face was unreadable as Fred continued, “for me, I just knew.”

Y/N let out a deep sigh, “I feel like it’s all moving too fast.” There she goes again without any elaboration.

As Fred continued to give her terse answers, Y/N decided she had to describe what she meant. She had never really been great at putting her feelings into words, but she’d try.

“Adrian told me he loved me last night,” Fred’s face faltered, “and I didn’t say a word back.”

Fred wasn’t shocked by the idea that Adrian loved Y/N. The pair had been together for nearly five months, and Fred knew from experience how easy it was to fall in love with Y/N. If anything, it was more of a shock to him that Y/N didn’t say it back.

“But you do love him, right?” Once again, Fred hoped that Y/N would say what he wanted to hear. It was cruel of him to wish that Adrian and Y/N wouldn’t work out, but he couldn’t help it.

“I do,” Dammit. Y/N continued, “but I don’t think I’m in love with him. You know?”

Fred understood completely. He had loved a few of the girls he had dated, but he never felt in love. There was always some sort of hesitation that he had.

“I... just feel like I’m trying to force something that isn’t there,” The frustration was evident in Y/N’s voice. “And I thought that maybe I just needed more time, maybe we were moving too fast, but honestly I just can’t feel the way that I want to about Adrian.”

“Do you think there’s a reason why you can’t love him? You wouldn’t stop talking about him during Christmas break.” Fred said, recalling Y/N’s happiness after Adrian had asked her to the Yule Ball.

“What do you mean? I don’t think I acted any differently about Adrian during break.” Y/N was confused. If anything, Fred was the one who had acted strangely during Christmas break.

“No, I definitely recall you acting funny,” Fred said as Y/N shot him a glare.”You ignored me for two weeks Y/N.” Y/N frowned, shaking her head.

Fred remembered the two weeks in vivid detail. Up until six months ago, Fred and Y/N were attached at the hip. That’s why Y/N’s sudden absence in his life stung. In some way it felt like Y/N had picked Adrian over Fred, but he didn’t know why.

“Fred, I did ignore you, but do you really not know why?” Y/N said.

Once more, Fred tried to remember the events leading up to Y/N and Adrian’s relationship, but everything seemed normal. Adrian and Y/N had always been friends. It wasn’t strange for friends to date.

Fred shook his head, prompting Y/N to tell him what had happened.

-

It was a week before the Yule Ball, and the cheeriness around the castle was gleaming. The Great Hall was decked out with garlands of tinsel. Mistletoe was hanging in all of the corridors. It was nearly impossible to be unhappy with how much light was around., but as Y/N had watched what felt like the fiftieth person get asked to the Yule Ball, she was feeling less than cheerful.

“Y/N!” Fred greeted, earning an adoring smile from the girl in front of him. She was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, as she had just been working on an herbology project with Neville.

“Hiya, Freddie, what’s up?” Y/N was excited. She and Fred had been spending a lot more time together recently, and she was convinced that he was going to finally ask her out.

Fred smiled, “I need advice. ” Y/N nodded, encouraging the ginger boy to continue, “if you were to get asked to say, a ball, how would you want to be asked?”

Y/N was practically exploding with joy at this point, but alas, Fred still needed an answer.

“Well, for me personally, I’m not fond of the huge gestures. I feel like if you really like someone then you should just… ask? I know that’s a bit boring, but I wouldn’t want everyone to be involved in my business, so public gestures aren’t for me.” Y/N was getting rambly, a clear sign of her nerves.

Before Y/N could ramble anymore, Fred was marching up the dormitory stairs, calling out a short, “Thanks, Y/N!” over his shoulder.

Although Fred’s behavior was strange, Y/N brushed it off as Fred being, well, Fred. The boy often did things that were unexplainable. It wasn’t until dinner that day that Y/N had realized why Fred had asked her about the ball.

-

“Y/N, c’mon what’s on your mind?” Adrian asked, poking his friend in the side. Y/N was staring down her plate, pushing around peas with her fork. After her encounter with Fred earlier in the day, she had been on edge. The ball was coming up quick, and at this point it was now or never.

“It’s nothing important, don’t worry about me.” Y/N had finally put her fork down, flashing a sad smile at the boy. Adrian looked suspicious, but as he opened his mouth to talk, the pair noticed commotion at the Gryffindor table.

George was ruffling Fred’s hair, and Ron and Harry were laughing. Fred had a smirk on his face, his cheeks tinged a pink color. Just as Y/N was about to approach Fred to ask what the deal was, Fred walked out of the dining hall.

“I’ll be right back,” Y/N told Adrian, before walking to the Gryffindor table to ask George about what was up.

“Hey, George, what was that all about?” Y/N asked as she sat.

“Oh, Freddie boy just asked Angelina to the Yule Ball!” George replied, causing the two other boys to start to laugh again.

Y/N muttered a “thanks” to George before heading out of the Great Hall. She nearly sprinted to the Slytherin common room, not wanting to have a meltdown in the middle of the hall. Y/N was convinced that Fred would ask her to the ball, and it stung like hell to know that he had asked someone that wasn’t her.

When she arrived outside the common room, Adrian was waiting outside for her. Without any question, Adrian outstretched his arms, embracing the teary-eyed girl.

-

“You wanted me to ask you to the ball!?” Fred asked, mentally slapping himself for being so clueless.

Y/N nodded her head yes, clasping her hands together. She thought she had been very obvious about how she felt about Fred, but it was clear he truly didn’t know.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I never meant to make you upset. Angie and I went as friends anyway.” Fred apologized. He hated seeing Y/N cry, and to think that he was the reason made his insides churn.

While Y/N had cleared up her pre-Yule Ball behavior, there were still a few questions that Fred had.

“Okay, but what does any of that have to do with Adrian? If you wanted me to ask you out, why did you start dating Adrian?” Fred asked, despite knowing how forward all of those questions were.

Y/N sighed, this wasn’t the part of the story that she was particularly proud of.

“Other than you and George, Adrian is probably my closest guy friend. After I heard about you and Angie, Adrian was the person who comforted me while I was crying. I think somewhere along the lines I got my feelings for him all confused…” Y/N trailed off.

“Adrian was sort of an escape from everything. I thought that if you were dating Angie it would stop whatever friendship we had going. It felt like I got knocked off of some weird pedestal.” Y/N’s explanation made some sense, but it didn’t explain why she wouldn’t just talk to him.

“Why didn’t you just talk to me, Y/N? We’re best friends.”

Y/N let out a soft laugh, “I sort of went down a rabbit hole when I stopped talking to you. I was embarrassed, and Adrian was sweet. But after it all, I think I was trying to emulate whatever feelings I had for you with him. I thought clinging to another person would stop my feelings. Clearly it didn’t work. It was just a bad time.”

From what Y/N was saying, Fred was hoping that this meant something for the two of them. But right now, Y/N was still with Adrian, and neither of them would ever do that to them.

“Y/N, you need to tell Adrian how you feel.” If the two were going to date, it had to be proper. Fred didn’t want to be some sort of secret.

“I did, that’s why I ran off actually. We broke it off yesterday, it was just a lot for me to be sitting with him today…” Y/N was slightly embarrassed.

“There goes your excellent communication skills again, why didn’t you start with that?” Fred teased, earning a groan from Y/N.

“Hey, the knife cuts both ways. If you had just said that you were asking Angie to the ball I would have never gotten my hopes up!” Y/N quipped back, intertwining her hands with Fred’s.

Fred sighed happily, “Is there any chance that you still feel the same way about me?” Fred was sure he knew what she’d say, but this situation had proved the two needed to talk more.

Y/N laughed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, “I’m all about you, Freddie.”

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley imagine #writing #fred and george #fw #golden trio #fred weasley x slytherin #slytherin #gryffindor #harry potter #imagines #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction #long story short #evermore #taylor swift #reader insert #idk if the spacing is ok so someone let me know if its aight if not i'll change it lmfao #feedback welcomed

[mello-jello]

hi jello!! what about post timeskip levihan? commander hanji is working very hard and rarely, rarely sleeps (let alone eats and bathes properly. its worse than before now though.).

what if one time levi discovers hanji passed tf out due to sheer exhaustion in the most weird and random of places. he doesn’t want to wake them up bc hanji def needs the rest so he carries/tucks her into bed.🥺❤️

JAZZY thank you for the prompt! I kind of combined it with this one too:

Thank you, Anon!

Preview:

Hange gave a small laugh before saying, “Thank you Levi, I feel much better now.”

“Tch, you haven’t even done what we came here to do,” Levi scoffed.

Hange made a confused sound.

“Drop the dish.”

It had been 3 years since Shiganshina. Levi climbed into the carriage and sat across from Hange, who was still reading through her notes from the long and grueling meeting that lasted for the better part of the day. All the highest ranking military officials had been called to the capital to discuss Paradis’s best course of action. Queen historia was there, along with her staff, advisors, and of course Zackley. Levi had been to plenty of these meetings before, but this time was different in a bit of a distressing way.

Over the years, Levi had watched Erwin defend the scouts countless times. From questionable means of gathering information, to explaining away hundreds of lives lost, he always had an answer for everything and he always managed to leave with a favourable image. It was something Levi truly admired and even envied about Erwin.

But now he had been watching Hange flounder. She has indeed improved over the last 3 years, but she still doubts herself and while it might not be known to those around her, Levi can’t help but feel sympathetic to her situation. Today however, the other officials had been particularly ruthless.

“Take a break, Hange,” Levi ordered. Hange just sighed. Then her stomach growled. “Have you eaten today?”

“Uuuuuuuhhh,” Hange mused as she genuinely struggled to remember.

“Tch, there’s your answer,” Levi crossed his arms. The rest of the officials had a big dinner scheduled for tonight, but of course the Survey Corps got shafted and had to leave early in order to prepare. Hange met his eyes again with an exhausted look he was all too familiar with.

“How have you been sleeping?”

“Not great,” she admitted. Levi’s stomach sank. He had dealt with his own insomnia his whole life, but it seems worse on Hange. Perhaps it was the stark contrast from her former bubbly and loud personality. Hange pinched the bridge of her nose and let out another long sigh. Levi couldn’t help feeling inadequate and helpless. He rarely got himself to sleep, how could he help Hange?

Levi looked out the window at the setting sun when he got an idea. He realized what Hange had been neglecting while trying to be a good commander. Something that wasn’t just eating and sleeping. Something that was unique to Hange.

“Hange, there’s one more thing you need to do before we leave.”

Hange raised an eyebrow.

Levi told the driver to wait for them and escorted Hange to the dining hall.

“Levi, we were technically invited, but I don’t think showing up for food after we already said goodbye is a very good look for us,” Hange practically whispered.

Levi opened the doors and they were greeted with a sweet aroma of bread, appetizers, and whatever was going to be the main dish. Hange’s mouth watered. The long elegant table was decorated with ornate candles, beautiful china, crystal glasses, and there were 4 sets of cutlery for each place setting.

“Relax, they won’t be here just yet. They will all be busy getting dressed for dinner.”

Hange grabbed a bread roll and took a huge bite, not bothering to chew before she commented, “I never understood ‘dressing for dinner’ ugh. What’s the point?”

Levi was about to make a half hearted comment about how Hange could never fit in with “civilized” society, but he stopped himself when he saw she was eating and was a little bit more relaxed. He found a small plate of savoury looking appetizers and handed it to her. She immediately took one.

“MMM, Levi!” she exclaimed, pointing at the plate. She popped another in her mouth before saying, “you gotta try these!”

Levi put up a hand and said, “you enjoy.”

Hange enthusiastically cleared the whole platter in less than a minute, and Levi was watching her, endeared at the behaviour. He had missed this side of her. Despite how gross it was, there was a glimpse of the carefree Hange he once knew. A small hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Then Hange belched.

“Disgusting,” Levi waved the air in front of his nose.

Hange gave a small laugh before saying, “Thank you Levi, I feel much better now.”

“Tch, you haven’t even done what we came here to do,” Levi scoffed.

Hange made a confused sound.

“Drop the dish.”

Hange’s one eye widened as she processed what Levi was saying.

“C’mon, you need to blow off some steam. They were total assholes to you today, and for what? You didn’t know the exact amount of your food budget? And yet,” Levi gestured to the banquet. He then picked up a delicate looking wine glass. He held his arm outstretched, and loosened his grip, letting it crash to the ground. “Oops.”

A mischievous smile stretched across Hange’s lips. “Oops,” she mimicked Levi and let the empty platter fall to the floor, breaking into dozens of pieces. She slowly started to lap around the long luxurious set up, like a predator admiring her prey before pouncing.

“Right? And Nile, ugh, what a hypocrite! Giving me shit for not knowing about that small thing, belittling me in front of everyone,” Hange snapped a salad plate against the edge of the table. “It wasn’t too long ago when he would have been the first to admit he had no idea what the first interior squad were up to! We had to find out for ourselves. Erwin was almost hanged!” Hange kicked a chair over on its side.

“Yeah, fuck Nile,” Levi egged her on. He took a seat at the head of the table and started sipping from one of the water glasses.

“Is this his spot?”

Levi shrugged but Hange was already pouring out a glass of wine all over the white seat, staining it a deep crimson. Levi hid his delight behind another sip.

“And did you catch what he said at the end? ‘Some of us have wives to get home to’”, she imitated in a mocking tone as she casually pushed a platter of dumplings off the table. “Yeah, run home, Nile. Run home to Erwin’s SLOPPY SECONDS!”

Levi blew water out of his nose, and before he could react, Hange reached under the short side of the table and flipped it over, sending its contents hurtling across the room. Hange was elated at the result, laughing almost maniacally.

“Idiot,” Levi hissed, grabbing Hange’s wrist and leading her out the side door. He heard footsteps, and so he instinctively dove into nearby shrubbery, taking Hange down with him.

They hid in the bushes for minutes, Levi pressing his hand to suppress Hange’s uncontrollable laughter. It had been so long since she’d laughed like this. It was infectious and Levi might have actually laughed himself, were it not for the fear of getting caught. He had no problem telling the MPs where to shove it, but he didn’t want Hange to get in trouble. Her whole body was convulsing, and it was rattling the leaves around her. Levi used all his body weight to stop her jerky movements.

After about another minute of total silence, Hange tapped Levi’s arm, signalling to let go. He was hesitant, but he obliged. Hange drew a couple deep breaths, fanning herself, trying to calm down from laughing so hard. Levi was transfixed by the way the moonlight danced on her tear-stained face. They stared at each other for a moment before Hange snickered once more, causing Levi to cover her mouth yet again. “You’re impossible,” he said, pushing her head back down.

Once the coast was clear, they ran back to their carriage, hand in hand. Partly because Levi wanted Hange to keep up, and partly because it felt nice to hold her hand. They ducked their heads until they were off of the main roads. A few minutes later, Hange started giggling again.

“What?” Levi asked.

Hange bit her lip playfully as she reached into her coat and pulled out a bottle of expensive wine she must have swiped from the banquet.

Levi rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help his smile. She looked like a child that just got away with stealing more dessert. She looked joyful for the first time in a long time. She yanked out the cork and took a swig before offering the bottle to Levi. He graciously accepted and tasted the wine for himself. It was too sweet for his taste, but he couldn’t deny that it was spectacular.

“That’s nice,” he commented.

“Pfft! It tastes the same as the cheap stuff!” Hange scoffed as she took the bottle back. Any other time, Levi would have teased her and started an argument, but not today. He wanted to cherish this moment. He leaned over to look at the stars through his window. Not a bad ending to an otherwise terrible day.

After Shiganshina, he and Hange had lost so much. Their comrades, friends; life as they knew it had completely changed and they barely had a moment’s breather to come to grips with it all. Levi was unfortunately accustomed to it, but Hange wasn’t. Hange had been so strong through all of this and Levi wanted to find the right words to tell her. Maybe it was the exhaustion they both felt; maybe it was the close proximity, but for some reason, somehow, Levi felt a tiny bit of courage surge through his veins.

“Hey, Hange, I-”

When he turned to look at her, she was fast asleep, neck crooked as she cradled the bottle of wine. Levi smiled at her. She looked peaceful, like she was getting quality sleep. He took the bottle from her arms and gently maneuvered her to a more comfortable, lying down position. He removed his jacket and draped it over her, as a make-shift blanket.

“Goodnight, Four-Eyes,” he mumbled to himself and returned to his seat. Hange slept the whole way home. When they finally arrived in the southern barracks, Levi couldn’t bring himself to wake her up. He quickly ran their luggage up to their rooms, and came back for Hange.

Being as gentle as he could, he scooped up the commander and ignored the curious look he got from the carriage driver. She was taller than him, and her long limbs made the trek a little difficult, but he was determined. Her steady breaths tickled the skin of his neck.

He carried her up the winding staircase and into her quarters. He lowered her on the bed, careful not to go too fast. He cradled her head for a split second longer than he needed too. He took off her long boots one at a time, placing them silently on the floor at the end of the bed. He undid the top two buttons of her jacket and shirt, just for comfort. Then he pulled the blanket up to her chin, and tucked around the sides.

Finally, he removed her glasses and eyepatch, caressing the tender skin underneath. Placing them on her night stand, he got up to leave. The door hinge creaked as he opened it, and Hange stirred.

“Mmm Levi?” She called out.

Levi wasn’t sure if she was actually awake, or if she was sleep-talking. He was still deciding whether he should answer when she continued, “Thank you, Levi. For everything.”

“You too, Hange,” he spoke just above a whisper, as he closed her door.

#levihan #levihan fanfiction #fluff

[roscgcld]

how do you think the 1st years and 2nd years (and maybe Gojo) would react to a 2nd year classmate with a tounge piercing that they had no idea about until they saw her like eat something that showed it and they're just like shocked bc they've known her for so long and havent noticed 😩😩😩 idk it's been something in the back of my head lol

WELL - idk why i love this idea so much cx

Itadori Yuji might be shocked and be the one who tells everyone - like he’d look up and see your glittering jewellery and exclaimed, “WOAH! Y/N-senpai! When did you get a tongue piercing?!” And immediately everyone at the dining table will probably just look over at you with wide eyes. You’d probably be super awkward, but just nod before you stick your tongue out to show them your piercing after swallowing your mouthful of food. He will probably just ask you when did you get it and if it hurts; because I feel like out of everyone, he might be the one who’d actually get it because he thinks it looks cool?

Fushiguro Megumi might just raise an eyebrow at the sight of the piercing, and say something like, “It suits you, senpai,” and just return to his meal lol. Boy does not really give a shit at the end of the day. Sure, he thinks it looks cool on you, but I don’t think he’d make such a big deal out of it. 

Kugisaki Nobara is as awed at is as Yuji is, listening to you talk about things like experience, how it was done, and what the aftercare was like. She’d probably agree with Yuji to go to the tattoo store where you got your piercings done but might be more interested in ear piercings than a tongue piercing. 

Lowkey feel like Zen’In Maki was the one who convinced you to get it done, and was the one who recommended you to get it done at the place you got it done at. So really, she would just raise an eyebrow at how shocked your juniors were. “How have you guys not noticed it? We eat in the same dining hall the entire time.” She’d ask in amusement as she went back to her food.

Inumaki Toge might have known the moment you got it, as he is an observant baby and would immediately know that you got something done the moment you return to the college. But he’s also a forgetful baby and will forget you got it done, so he’d react to Yuji screaming by raising an eyebrow at you. “Shake?” He asks before you raise an eyebrow at his curiosity. “Toge, you were the one who asked me the moment I entered the college, remember?” You’d remind him with an amused look as he blinks for a moment before he nods softly, remembering the interaction you two have.

If Okkotsu Yuta is in town, he’d probably hum softly and glances over at you when you show it to your juniors. Honestly, he had no idea that you got it done, but he’d probably have the same reaction as Megumi did, giving you a soft smile as he nudges your foot softly. “Looks cool.” He states before returning to his meal, listening to you describe how long it took for it to heal before deciding that this might not be for him.

Panda probably does not care at all - he’d just continue eating like nothing happened. What did you want him to do anyway lol?

If Gojo Satoru is in town, he’d probably eat lunch with his students - so he’d hear the commotion and looks up from his cup of coffee curiously. When you stick your tongue out, he might take his blindfold off a little so he can look properly. Once he does, he just grins over at you and puts his blindfold back into place, slowly sipping his coffee. “Your lover must enjoy that a lot, Y/N-chan~”

cue him stopping a cup of water being hurled at him by Maki with a cheeky grin.

also - gojo’s response if it was different lol. you can read it here

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Bullied | Riven imagines

Request:  Hi! I LOVE your work, It makes me very happy! Could write something about the reader being a light fairy from earth on the second year, but she does some classes with the first cuz she was supposed to start before. So she and riven become friends and start dating, but the fairies are being mean to her and he does'nt know. The winx try to help but he founds out when he sees that that she's crying in the dining hall bc of comments about their relationship, her talent and origin and defends her.

A/N: I do not own this gif, All spelling mistakes are either because English is not my first language or because this hasn’t been beta read!  I hope you enjoy!

You were a light fairy. You discorvered that last year and went to attend alfea. You were from the first world so finding out you were a fairy was really something, your family and friends didn’t believe you at first but when you showed them they had no other choice. Luckily, your parents were very supportive of you and you missed them dearly. Especially with how your life was like at the moment. 

Because you were from the first world, you had missed some basic first year classes that you had to take now, even though you were in your second year. You didn’t mind it that much at first, because you wanted to learn how to control your powers. Being a second years did have some perks, such as being in the same year as Riven. You had met Riven at orientation last year and the two of you hit it off right away, and soon after the two of you started dating.

He was actually a really great boyfriend and you liked him a lot. But there was one thing you couldn’t even tell him. Not everything was bad about taking classes with the first years. You made some friends who were really lovely and you really did learn more about your powers, sadly enough you were still struggeling a bit. Which wasn’t weird because you had just learned about your powers a year ago, instead of knowing about them all your life. You really enjoyed talking to Bloom because she understood the struggle,

However there was one thing very bad about having class with the first years, the little group of mean girls who’s mission seemed to destroy you and your self-asteem. You weren’t overly confident but you had been happy with your self so far, but these girls really teared you down. The winx (your new friends) really tried to help you but they couldn’t help you all the time. These girls bullied you for everything; the way you looked, you coming from earth, you being bad with your powers and even about Riven, saying how he was just using you and he would change you in for someone new soon.

It was really getting much, you didn’t want to tell Riven because you didn’t want to worry him. Riven was very sweet but he could be a little overprotective some times and you didn’t really want that to happen, besides what if those girls were right? You had just finished another class where you couldn’t control your powers completely. Nomally, you wouldn’t really mind knowing that it would come eventually but not today.

You could still hear them at the back in your head ‘’That earth girl seriously sucks, what is she even doing here?’’ the others snickering ‘’I have no clue, but that outfit suggests she should get back into her time machine and leave’’ the other girls laughing again ‘’I really don’t know what Riven sees in her, she’s useless’’ It had all gotten too much, and you ran out of the room, Bloom and Terra following you right away.

You found a place in the back of the dining hall and burst out into tears, all of the things they had been saying, for so long they had all really gotten to you. The only thing you forgot was that Riven always had lunch break during this hour, and when he saw you with Bloom and Terra, crying your eyes out he felt a fire deep within him burning. You being sad was the worst thing that could happen to him, and it broke his heart to see you like this. 

‘‘Y/n?’‘ You looked up when you heard Riven’s voice. You were tired of not telling him anymore, so when he sat down and asked you what was going on, you just told him everything. ‘‘Y/n, love why didn’t you tell me sooner?’‘ Bloom and Terra gave the two of you some space to talk and Riven sat next to you. His arm was wrapped around you while you sobbed into his shoulder. ‘‘I-I didn’t wa-ant y-you to worry’‘ you managed to get out and he cupped your face. ‘‘Baby, you know I love you, I got you, you can tell me everything’‘ you gave him a sad smile ‘‘Sorry for not telling you’‘ He kissed your forehead ‘‘Don’t apologize, I’m making this right’‘ 

You had told them who the girls were and he had seen them coming into the dining hall. He rose from his seat and you followed him with your eyes as he walked to the table the girls were sitting at. He sat down with a smile ‘’Hey girls’’ they all smiled back at him ‘’Hey’’ one of them said with a flirty smile. ‘’You’re in y/n’s class right?’’ He asked them sweetly, still playing nice. The girls nodded, getting a little confused already. ‘’Good. You’re going to leave her the fuck alone. If you as much as look at her, I will hunt you down and god you have no idea what I’m capable of’’ He rose from his seat again ‘’Did I make myself clear?’’ the girls nodded hastily, too embarrassed to reply. ‘’Great’’ He grinned widely ‘’Enjoy your lunch’’ He said as he pushed their trays off of the table and got back to you.

He sat down next to you again. ‘’If they ever bother you again, please let me know’’ You nodded and he gave you a kiss ‘’I never want to see you sad again baby, and I promise that they were only saying those things because they are jealous of you. You are amazing and I never want you to forget it’’ You pulled him into a hug and he kissed the top of your head ‘’Don’t you ever forget it love’’

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Tollense, an original serial romance by Dannye Chase, Chapter 1

A history professor falls in love with his best friend, a 3000-year-old vampire.

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Chapter 1

1993

Professor Liam Beyer was born a decade after the deaths of the last soldiers to fight in the US Civil War. Thus, he was not expecting to meet a Union Army veteran in his 4 o’clock symposium on the Battle of Antietam.

Liam noticed the man as soon as he walked in, and not just because it was odd for a member of the public to show up for a faculty lecture at the university. No, the man caught Liam’s attention because he was distractingly handsome. Literally, Liam was distracted enough to drop his pen onto the overhead projector, causing a giant shadow to loom over the map of Maryland on the screen behind him, as if a third army had materialized there in a dense offensive line.

The man was of average height, with a slender build. He had dark hair in a short, modern cut and wore a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with a faded label. He looked like he might be thirty, which was about the age Liam was, and so Liam did not immediately assume that the man had seen action in the Civil War. But there was something faintly strange about him, just in the way that he walked, light on his feet like a dancer, but stepping firmly, without a dancer’s well-practiced grace.

“General Lee,” Liam continued, in a slightly strangled voice, “of the Confederate Army, was, of course, outnumbered, but the battle was Union General McClellan’s to lose. Had he understood how superior his force was, had he taken more risks, he might have been able to deal a decisive blow to Lee’s army as it retreated. In fact, McClellan’s performance at Antietam was part of the reason that President Lincoln later removed him from duty.”

Liam put up a transparency of a white church with peeling paint, standing alone on a grassy rise. “On September 17, 1862, 7,650 soldiers died at Antietam, making it the bloodiest day for Americans in history. Two days later, a man named Alexander Gardner took some of the first widely-seen battlefield photographs of dead soldiers. Some were awaiting burial, and some were still lying where they fell. It was very difficult at the time to take photographs of battles themselves, as the technology involved careful treatment of glass negatives, and that was nearly impossible under battlefield conditions. But the dead do not move, and these photographs were so clear that when displayed in New York, family members recognized their fallen sons.”

Liam put up a transparency of one of Gardner’s photographs, young men lying on the ground in an oddly perfect line. The unknown man looked away.

oOo

Liam had grading to do after his symposium, but he walked to the campus union to grab a sandwich first. He was definitely not expecting Handsome Unknown Lecture Man to appear out of the crowd and drop into the seat opposite him. Liam was very proud that he did not choke on his bite of ham and swiss.

“I hope you don’t mind,” said the man. “I enjoyed your lecture. My name is Kurt.”

Liam put his hand out to shake. Kurt’s touch was faintly cold. “Liam,” he said.

Kurt cocked his head slightly to the side, as if assessing him. “I know. Liam Beyer, 27, assistant professor of history, specializing in battles. Is Antietam your favorite?”

“Um— one of them. I did my dissertation on it. On McClellan, specifically.” Liam felt slightly odd about the fact that this stranger knew who he was, but of course, it was all publicly accessible information. “Are you a Civil War buff?”

“Somewhat.” Kurt leaned back in his chair. “Antietam, god. I remember Bloody Lane— that’s what they called it after. The road was sunken in because so many wagons had gone by over the years. It was like trying to fight your way out of your own grave trench.” Kurt spoke with a faint accent that Liam could not place, something that seemed to shift from one place to another.

“You talk like you were there,” Liam said, smiling. “Are you a reenactor?”

Kurt gave a sharp laugh. “No. You?”

“I’ve been a technical advisor. It’s nice to meet other people who share my strange obsession.”

“Those pictures you showed,” Kurt said. “Photography is such a bewitching art. Those boys are long gone, but remain ever present in death.”

“You know, the war helped make Spiritualism popular,” Liam said. “It was so hard on the families back home to lose contact with their soldiers, not knowing what happened to them, or when, or where. They couldn’t bear it, and turned to mediums.”

Kurt smiled, and it made his bright green eyes sparkle with amusement. “Have you ever been to a seance?” he asked. Liam shook his head. “Most I’ve been to were quite boring,” Kurt said. “But every once in awhile—”

“That sounds like a good story.”

“I’ll tell you sometime.” Liam’s brain was already far too occupied with how attractive he found this poor man, and that was probably why the sentence sounded more like a salacious promise than it really was.

“So what do you do?” Liam asked faintly, crumpling his empty sandwich wrapper. “Are you a student?”

“Not at the moment. Just a fan of history. Of battles, actually.” Kurt leaned forward a little. “Liam, would you mind if I came to your office tomorrow to talk more? I have some questions and I think you might be the one to help me answer them.”

“I— of course.” Liam told himself that he agreed solely because he liked to talk about history with people, and that it didn’t matter whether or not said people were ridiculously attractive.

Kurt smiled at him again. “Until tomorrow then.”

On his way out of the dining hall, Liam was stopped by a student with a question about an assignment on Gettysburg. “I didn’t want to interrupt your dinner,” she said.

“Oh, it would have been fine,” Liam told her. “We were talking about the Civil War ourselves.”

The student gave him a confused look. “Dr. Beyer— weren’t you eating alone?”

oOo

In the end, Liam decided that as he’d never dreamed up a handsome man in quite so much detail before, that the student had been mistaken and simply had not noticed Kurt’s presence at Liam’s table.

And yet. There really was something very strange about the man. Liam couldn’t quite pin it down, just that there was a disconnect between what Liam was seeing and what he was feeling about him. For example, Kurt appeared to be thirty, but Liam would swear he was older. Kurt had looked perfectly natural at dinner, but it had also seemed like he didn’t quite fit in with his surroundings. Like if you’d taken a photograph of him at the table, he would have been slightly too bright, out of focus, or without a shadow.

Kurt’s knock on Liam’s office door finally came around eleven, and Liam was, he realized, far too happy to see him again. At first, nothing about the visit seemed terribly odd. They discussed Antietam again, then traveled forward to the Somme, and then much farther back, Megiddo and Kadesh. Kurt seemed to know less about those battles, Liam noted, but he was quite familiar with things taking place after Thermopylae in the 5th century BC.

It was easy to talk to Kurt, especially about interests they had in common, and as the conversation went on, Kurt seemed to relax a bit, which made Liam do the same. The day before, Liam had thought Kurt moved without grace, but that wasn’t exactly right. Kurt had a different kind of grace, a fluidity of small movements instead of large ones, an artistry shown in the fluttering of fingers while the rest of the man kept entirely still. The emphasis on such small motions seemed to draw Liam in, narrowing his focus away from his surroundings and onto his visitor. But at the same time, Kurt had such an air of other about him, that it was almost like Liam was looking at him through beveled glass, never quite getting the whole image at once.

However, Liam’s sense of ease around Kurt vanished entirely when another student knocked on Liam’s door with a question about an assignment. That in itself was perfectly normal, but during the whole time that the student was in Liam’s office, she didn’t speak to Kurt or apologize for interrupting their conversation. She didn’t give a single look to the chair that Kurt occupied beside Liam’s desk.

When the student had left, Liam leaned back in his chair, trying to fake the calmness that he no longer felt. “All right,” he said, watching his visitor carefully. “You want to tell me why I’m the only person who can see you?”

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modern sasha braus dating headcanons

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college!sasha braus x gn!reader

had to write something for my queen 😌✨

- she shares her food with you. I Dont Care She Does

- also since this is a modern au i dont think she would have such an obsession with food as she does in the canonverse (if we can even call it an obsession) i still think she would have a big appetite (and she'd be proud of it tf 😏🙏) but i just dont see her always being hungry as the fandom makes her out to be

- really likes to hold hands with you

- i think itd be really cute if she was studying to become a baker ?? maybe taking a culinary course at the university you two attend ?? maybe you somehow met there or through a friend

- i think she'd still be insecure about her accent (ig if this is au is set in america she'd be from the south 😐🤚) and would speak kind of like a robot to people she didn't know that well

- connie and jean ALWAYS bring out her accent tho,, like with them she can really be herself

- i think when you were starting to get to know her she would be speaking very formally, and youd take it like shes being kinda stand offish or like,, just doesnt wanna talk so youre thinking "okay maybe she doesnt wanna be friends 😁👍" and would back off

- now sasha's upset because you are so cool and unique and she just wants to know so much about you but youve been very distant lately ?? like did she do something wrong ??

- she tells connie, jean, marco, and niccolo one night and connie and jean are on the side of "find y/n and demand to know why their behavior has changed" while marco and niccolo are on the side of "respectfully dm y/n and ask why they havent been wanting to see sasha recently"

- sasha goes with the latter of the two and dms you after passing you in the dining hall, you two literally keep glancing at each other, texting while you sit with your respective friend groups

- after everything gets cleared up sasha is immediately inviting you to hang out with her crew, and even getting some of her other friends like eren, mikasa, and ymir and historia to come join too

- if she has all the people shes comfortable with there, itll be less scary talking with her accent !

- You Love It. You Think Its Adorable.

- you guys would definitely have a friends to lovers type relationship

- like friendly hugs turn into slightly longer hugs, and now sasha will constantly ask to sit next to you during movie nights

- loves to rest her head on your lap while she spreads across the couch

- i think you two would have your first kiss in niccolos apartment

- you two were sitting in his kitchen, with sasha munching on the leftover food he made that night for your get together

- his mom had called him so he decided to leave to go to his bedroom to answer it

- and slowly you guys just kind of,,,, leaned in 🙈✨

- it was slow and really romantic, kinda rough with the crumbs that were around sasha's lips but you didn't mind

- niccolo barged in and ruined the moment 😐🤚 good going pal 😁👍

- you two were so shocked that you two tried to leave

- ended up just walking down the road in silence like wtf i thought yall were trying to get away from each other 😭😭😭😭

- sasha ended up staying the night 🤩‼️

- NOT in a sexual way

- but in like a,,,, rue and jules kinda way where jules comes in through the window (but only sasha didnt come in through the window she came in the front door with you) and you two held each other and gave each other smooches for the rest of the night

- sasha woke up late and missed her morning classes 😐🤚 didnt even care and went back to sleep with you

- i think for the most part you get along well with her friend group

- youre definitely closer to connie, jean, niccolo, marco, and historia

- ymir teases you guys a lot and you cant tell if what she says is just jokes (it always is) or if shes completely serious

- eren, mikasa, armin, annie, along with reiner and bertholdt are more of aquantances to you, just because you dont see them as often as you do the others

- she has such a weird relationship with her english professor

- will literally complain how much work he gives his class and then the next day will gush about how great he his bc he gave her a granola bar for her effort in her assignment

- girl pick a script and stick to it 😐🤚

- has a collection of stuffies on her bed. i dont make the rules.

- anytime theres a carnival in town she drags EVERYONE there.

- you all agree to split up into groups so you can all check out what you want, but you always agree to meet up and eat funnel cake together 🥺

- sasha tries to get you to win her new stuffies

- if you cant do it, or just want some for yourself, shes calling connie and niccolo up PLEADING with them to come find you guys,

- then she claims theres been an ACCIDENT and that you two need help

- niccolo is zooming bc he cares abt his besties 😌✨

- connie texts jean and marco to come find you guys too 😭😭😭

- who gets a kick and a lecture for lying courtesy of niccolo ? sasha. but who also gets a bunch of stuffies won for her courtesy of niccolo ? sasha.

- for your anniversary i think she'd want to do something really fun with you

- she'd set up a pillow fort and have a bunch ot string lights and stuff, have all of her favourite stuffies (which are the ones she thinks of you when she sees) in there too.

- she has chips, she baked little pastries and cookies, and she ordered your favourite takeout

- you guys just watch whatever you want on netflix or whatever and its such a nice night

- it becomes a tradition for you guys, but you two always take turns with setup

- one year sasha did all of the planning, baking and whatnot ? okay now its your turn 😁👍

- you guys even started doing themes now 🤩

- if you guys play board games with your friends youre on sasha's side whether you want to be or not.

- shes also the kind of person that says "i can win fair and square !" but then when bertholdt starts kicking her ass in monopoly her script changes real quick 🙄

- now its "y/n,,, give me some of ur money" and "y/n, buy this property for me" like girl,,,, what happened to playing fair 😍⁉️

- will try and do all of those s/o pranks you see on tiktok

- its hard to get a genuine reaction out of you bc you can TELL SHES RECORDING but she tries anyways

- we love a perservering queen 😌✨

- will call you at random times of the day asking if you guys can see each other

- "y/n ??? are you there ??" "sasha its 2am wtf do you want 😐" "do you wanna ride your bike with me down to the park 🥺"

- also is very observant, knows when youre overworking yourself

- will try and pull you away from what youre working on like "lets go get you something to drink, or maybe we can watch an episode of that show you like before you continue working !"

- if youre persistent that you just HAVE to finish it tonight and cant stop and take a break she'll respect that, until you stay at your laptop for over an hour 😐

- just softly pulls you away like "no lovebug, lets get some sleep okay ?"

- is also very protective of you

- overheard someone making fun of you ?? talking shit ??? her besties better hold her back before she gets suspended 😤‼️

- and since connie and jean absolutely ADORE you, you better believe theyre helping their girl sasha out

- those three are the LEADERS of the "protect y/n club"

- it just becomes niccolo and marco trying to dissolve the situation before it gets physical, and then reiner and armin joining when they walk directly into the chaos

- armin tells you what happened and as much as youre thankful that sasha cares about you so much that she'd defend you like that, you lecture her, jean and connie on not making scenes like that again

- sasha's love language is kind of like,, a mixture of quality time and physical touch

- she just really loves spending time with you, but also very much enjoys being in your arms

- she doesnt shy away from it, and is usually the one to initiate those things

- will hold your hand PROUDLY down hallways or on streets

- always hypes you up too, shes very much so your personal hypeman

- "oh lovebug you look SO GOOD rn oh my god" "sasha pls im in my pyjamas" "and you look like a model baby !"

- sasha is very stubborn however, and if you guys ever fight she is NEVER the one to apologize first, or seek you out to talk about it

- even if shes in the wrong she cant bring herself to admit it, she dug herself into such a deep hole with the stance she took that she doesnt want to take the walk of shame in admitting that she wasnt right

- this can cause a lot of problems in your relationship, but after you explain how much it affects you, shes trying to change

- will always work on her stubborn-ness and pride

- and it actually makes her feel a lot better being able to admit defeat, or being wrong

- she really likes being communicative and honest, especially with you

- i think overall your relationship with sasha is very very fun, filled with good memories, good food, good friends, and most importantly, love.

no bc i really do love her 😐🤚 lemme marry miss braus rq 😏✨

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