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odxrilove · 6 months

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☆ SEVENTEEN AS PEOPLE AT SCHOOL

genre: highschool!au/uni!au

warnings: none

a/n: is this my official tumblr comeback ?? 😮

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☆ SEUNGCHEOL

the leader of the “jocks”. he's the guy you see walking around school with his varsity jacket on– even if it’s in the middle of the summer. he’s the literal definition of the hallway crush, whispers and giggles being a regular thing he hears when he walks through the school hallways, hand swiping through his pretty hair. he often sits on the wooden tables outside instead of the benches whenever he and his friends have their little weekly hangout-meeting. always has a lollipop in his mouth and says it’s for the girls but really, he just likes sweets.

☆ JEONGHAN

the king of debates. if you sign up for debate class, don’t think you’re ever going to win if you’re up against jeonghan. he’s the reason why so many people left debate class mid year but the teacher is so impressed by him that she can’t force herself to kick him out. he’s also widely known for being the mastermind behind his high school’s senior prank. besides his maniac pranks and his broad knowledge of law, he’s actually pretty fun to be around and some girls who have had the pleasure to go on dates with him describe him as an angel– even after getting ghosted.

☆ JOSHUA

the class president. he’s a close friend of jeonghan and thus, winning the class pres’ election was easy peasy. he only presented himself as a joke but started taking it seriously 7 months in when the school planned to cancel the annual pajama day. he acts normal but he’s truly just as insane as his large group of friends. the grumpy math teacher is his next door neighbor and he once gave her leftover cookies and since then, he’s been her favorite student– and the only student she smiles at.

☆ JUN

the cat defender. falls easily asleep in class and is often woken up by his classmates after the bell rang. someone once drew a cat on a wall in the gym hall with a marker a few years back and when jun transferred to the school, his name mysteriously appeared under the cat drawing. in his second year, he got detention for a whole month after bringing a kitten to school and hiding it in his bag every day for two weeks straight– he was only caught because the cat meowed during a test and none of his classmates wanted to fake meow to help the poor guy out.

☆ HOSHI

the school’s dance machine. when the school speakers play music, you’ll always find him bobbing his head to the beat. he gets his notebook confiscated weekly because he prefers to write down possible dance movements and new choreography ideas than math equations and english vocabulary. he has a pretty big following on social media after a video of him freestyling at the school’s talent show blew up. he now uses his popularity to freely make dance covers at school, students avoiding him in the hallways when he’s swinging his legs and arms around.

☆ WONWOO

the school library’s only visitor. ok, maybe that’s a bit exaggerated but he’s definitely the only one going there willingly! the library stinks and there’s no wifi, plus some rumors are going around saying that the room at the back the of the library is the go-to place to fuck, and lastly, the librarian is a bitch– except towards wonwoo, of course. besides him being the librarian’s favorite, he once got asked to prom by a senior when he was a junior and every two months or so, someone brings it up and everyone goes crazy over it again. to be honest, if he wasn't so focused on his video games and books he would see how many people stare at him with heart eyes.

☆ WOOZI

the normal kid. what else can i say, he's just a regular guy. he goes to school wearing his silly baggy outfits and doesn't leave the house without his headphones on. he meets up with his friends and has lunch with them. he isn’t quiet but he isn’t talkative either, only partaking in his friends’ silly little conversations when he deems necessary. he gets normal grades and enjoys his silly music class the most. he’s on the school’s swimming team and won a few silly prizes during competitions. he’s been the subject of affection from a few girls since the start of school and he’s been on a date once. really, he’s just a silly little guy living his silly little life– what’s there to hate?

☆ SEOKMIN

the theatre kid. you either hate him or love him, there’s no in between– fortunately, no one really hates seokmin. he’s a loud student, his laugh often resonating through the entire cafeteria. he’s always been part of the cast for the school musicals, landing the lead role in his first year, something that had never ever happened before. the only kisses he’s had were during rehearsals or actual performances but he knows he has a large group of fans so nobody can really tease him for it. one of the school’s old students still has one-sided beef with him because seokmin ‘stole’ his role.

☆ MINGYU

the popular kid. he’s part of every club on campus, and has a hard time juggling football practice with the weekly sessions of the photography club. in his second year he decided he wanted to be an architect and since then he always complains about the school’s awful floor plan. people in the art club always go to him when they need a model because he has the Looks and actually knows how to pose. he’s actually very fun and the epitome of your rich friendly student who deserves to be crowned prom king. he’s known around school for mowing the lawns of his neighbors for free, shirtless.

☆ MINGHAO

the fashion police. there’s no better way to define minghao, as his judgmental faces have become an obsession for people on campus. he loves clothes and the fact he’s hoarding a drawer in his roommate’s closet further proves it. there's’ not one day that goes by where minghao doesn’t eat with his outfit, nails painted and sunglasses on his head– even in the winter. if you have to dress up for something, going to minghao’s dorm for help is the best solution. he’s rather honest, not hiding his disgust or love for people’s outfits. he was actually voted prom king (mingyu ending second) and was happy the crown fit the aesthetic of his suit. besides being an absolute bitch when it comes to clothing, his soft laugh does ease people’s nerves more often than not.

☆ SEUNGKWAN

the gossiper. or in better words, the head of the journalism club who’s in charge of the weekly school newspaper and news forum on the school’s official website. seungkwan is, with no doubt, respected by all. truthfully, he’s a good student, so teachers often let him write in his journal for new articles during class. there’s one unofficial rule though– you have secrets? do not share them with him. you can, however, ask him about other people’s business, and as long as you give him something in return, he’s glad to talk your ears off. you’re safe if you’re his friend though, because there isn’t someone as loyal as seungkwan walking down the school hallways.

☆ VERNON

the skater enthusiast. he always walks around wearing big weird hoodies, holding onto his skate and if it's one of those days, a beanie and some funky shoes complete the outfit. his skate is like an extension of his hand but does he know how to skate though? absolutely not. his friends now have multiple bandaid and first aid kits in their lockers because vernon never bothers to buy any but spends most of his lunch breaks trying to learn new tricks– and subsequently failing. he’s a sweet kid but a bit of an airhead, often bumping into people and staring at the people talking at him until he realizes the reason he couldn’t hear them was because he still had his headphones on.

☆ DINO

the school’s unofficial cheerleader’s cheerleader. it was truly a tragic day when the cheerleading squad’s manager got fired for fraud– not because of the money (duh) but because of the now lost cheerleaders. dino used to do gymnastics when he was young so in his eyes, he was their last hope. he was a god at planning cheerleading practices and events and in less than a year, the squad managed to win back their spot as number one during the cheerleading season. the school’s reputation was restored and suddenly all the teachers loved him. dying his hair blonde during a celebration party was the last straw for many– his locker would be full of confession letters the weeks following.

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anadiasmount · 9 months

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tainted memories - jude bellingham.

wow wow okay hi!! sorry for the break i took. i began uni again after my holiday so i haven’t been as active on here. but i received this request for jude, and decided to try it out. please leave some feedback as us writers appreciate it a lot 🤍🧟‍♀️

summary: breaking up wasn’t apart of the plan. so was also inviting him to your friends party, but now that he’s back after seven months, a little rekindle never hurts anyone, right?

angst? smut and fluff. minors dni! 🔞

wc: 3.6k

“need any help?” you turned slowly to be faced with those soft brown eyes. his plump lips drew in as he peeked his head through the door. you shook your head and got back to washing the dishes. “you going to continue ignoring me?” he said causing you to begin breathing quicker than before, after feeling his presence come behind you.

you were in charge of one of your girlfriends all -white all-white-themed surprise party, in honor of her birthday. this meant you’d see jude after breaking up over 7 months ago, since your friends were friends with his. while seeing familiar faces made you happy, you couldn't help but feel sad all over again. jude and you ended on good terms, so he thought, after he stressed he wanted to focus on his last months at dortmund and start with his new team in madrid.

you didn’t want to split, rather try and make your relationship work and get through the obstacles you were bound to face together. you physically and mentally weren't prepared to let him go, he was your person, the person who never failed to make you feel like the luckiest girl. you were his, but instead, you let him go, and respected what he asked.

you began a new cycle all over again, from having that hard shell that protected you to being his girlfriend, then back to being that old person you were building your walls up again. people came and went in your life, its what you were used to, and you thought with jude it was different… he made you feel different, in many positive aspects, always supportive, loving, caring, and soft with you.

maybe you pushed him away? maybe you gave him a reason to leave? maybe you weren’t enough for him?

jude being jude still tried to keep contact, he would text, sometimes call, but you knew deep inside you wouldnt be able to move on if he was still present. it hurt because he wasn’t yours anymore, you still loved him, after months being apart, he still brought that spark inside you to burst. it was his effect burned inside you.

the familiar perfume and scent blinded your senses, when you felt two arms trap you from behind, two hands on the edge of the counter. “you haven’t said a single word to me y/n…” you shuddered as he whispered in your ear, his nose tracing your jaw down to the nape of your neck. “say something, please…” the pleading in his voice broke your heart. you dried your hands and turned around.

his face centimeters apart from yours, where you could see his brows fluttering in and eyes darker than usual. “excuse me,” you tried to move out of the way but he refused, “no. did i say or do something? you don’t answer my calls? my messages? tell me why.” you opened your mouth to speak but instead you shook your head again, attempting to move out the way, you still had the responsibility of the party, that was your priority right now.

“y/n-”

“no. you don’t get to do that. you said you wanted your space, and i’m respecting that. i don’t have to give you reasons as to why i’m not speaking with you, jude. what we had was said and done, you wanted to focus on yourself and that's great- “

“y/n? are you done with the dishes were waiting on you to surprise emmy,” one of your friends said, becoming slightly awkward at the room with your ex. she sensed the high tension so she quickly went back outside. jude’s hand wrapped around your wrist, your attention back on him, “we're talking later. we ended on good terms and i plan for them to remain that way,” jude insisted, to which you only nodded your head.

he was confused. for once in his life he was confused that you were such a stranger around him. the girl that stayed up with him while he reminisced and spoke of his early days at birmingham, the one and only girl his mum loved and adored, his girl who made his favorite dish after a bad game, the girl who smiled only around him, the only girl who never failed to bring and feel butterflies in him, the one girl who defended him always, and that girl who made him into a bigger and better person. that girl, his girl, wasn’t there anymore.

maybe he lost you for good? maybe you didn’t love him anymore? maybe you were seeing someone? no, you were his, only his.

the night was successful, the surprise went to plan, and everyone was having a good time. although you were still stuck from earlier, trying to do anything to distract your thoughts from him, whether it was picking up cups, heating up food, talking with your girls especially, and drink the special cocktail you loved dearly. your eyes trailed over to him again, where you locked eye contact for the hundredth time that night. he looked good, way too good, twenty was treating him right.

“you and jude keep ogling? something going on?” you friend asked, catching onto the lingering glances. she took a sip of her red cup, “nothing really. he wants to talk but i don't know if i’m ready for that. i knew he would be coming, but i wasn’t prepared to see him like that. what if he tells me he found someone else? or that-” you panic rubbing your forehead with your palm.

“first breathe, i’m here with you. as much as it may hurt or feel slightly uncomfortable, it's the closure you may need to move on. but what if he wants to talk with you to rekindle again? do you think you would be open to that? and if he says he’s someone else, show him what he will miss on. you're beautiful y/n, and he was lucky to have you once in his life, just don’t let him bring you down again…”

she was right. if he did move on, that wasn’t your place to meddle, you’d have to let him go and be happy for him. but if he did want to consider getting back together, why now? why now when he’s living his best life in madrid? why now after saying he wanted to focus on himself? why now when you’re trying to avoid those soft brown eyes who once brought happiness to you, still do…

“just think about it yeah? right now lets dance, distract yourself from him and the world,” she yelled as soon as krazy by pitbul begin to play. you laughed and danced with your girls, letting loose and for once not caring for what anyone said or did. you threw back two shots, knowing they weren’t going to do anything as you weren't a lightweight.

as the night came to an end, mostly everyone had left, besides him. you said your goodbyes to your friends, offering them leftovers of food and cake, making sure to wish them a be careful, and promising to hang out soon. you sighed tiredly closing the front door, looking over at the big couch that drew you in to sit down on. jude appears, but all you do is stare at your hands, tracing the small tattoos you have to get rid of the anxiety beginning to build up.

“i want to apologize, you were right. i did say i wanted to focus on myself but i was stupid thinking it would’ve still meant us talking like we always did. part of me never wanted to let go of you, and still doesn’t. i thought that i was doing the right thing but in the end i learned the hard way that not only was i hurting myself but you along…” jude says, watching as your head slowly lifts up, your cheeks burning red.

“while it was hard on me, my mind always traced back to you. how your eyes filled with confusion and tears when i broke up with you. i get why you didn’t want anything to do with me, but believe me it was harder to not hear or see you on the daily. please don’t blame yourself for one bit, or think you aren’t enough because you’re more than perfect than what i could’ve asked for…”

“i needed to get away from you, but it's hard doing that when your ex-boyfriend is the talk of the town,” you joke hearing him let out a small chuckle. “i wanted to so badly respond to hear your voice, how you were doing, talk about our silly work problems but i knew if that i continued to hold onto the hope one day you’d come back, it would hurt more than loving you every day,” you said.

“i was confused yeah, but i needed to think on the brighter side that you were doing this for yourself and not for any other reason. I just wanted the best for you and i thought that distancing myself was the best idea… i still love you so much jude, and this, us, hurts. i’m not yours, and i can’t call you mine anymore, i can’t hold or kiss you, love you like i did…” you continued.

“when i heard you weren’t doing okay after three months i almost caved in, but i thought you would’ve hated me or worse just not care. and to not have you like i once did was taking a toll on me. my mom was concerned as to why we broke up, but i couldn’t tell her the truth. i hurt you and im so sorry baby…” jude cried out, grabbing your hands and kissing over your knuckles.

“I want and need you back… i still love you more than ever, and if you let me i can prove to you im now a better and mature man…” he pauses and breathes in, “leaving you was the scariest thing i’ve encountered, not having you by my side taught me i can't live or sleep without you there…”

“and if you say all of this to just leave me again? or you regret your decision to get back with me?” you can’t help but ask, letting a few tears out. what if it got too much for him? you wouldn’t be able to live with another heartache caused by him again. you need to hear him say he’s in it for the long run, not one where he can just up and go whenever he pleases.

“i can assure you right here, right now, that you’re it for me. you’re my future wife, the mother to my kids, the only person i want to grow old with. the only girl who’ll support me at the end of the day no matter what. the only woman who i will forever love and cherish…” you giggle and choke on a sob, feeling jude’s thumb wipe away the tears.

“don’t leave me… that all i ask. but i need you too jude. all i ask is for you to communicate with me, for us to give each other the assurance we need to move forward, that at the end of the day you’re the only one i come back to, to watch spy kids over and over again,” you say making him chuckle, watching as he let out some tears. You wiped them away, brushing your thumb over his soft cheek, his eyes closing at the feeling. “So were really doing this?” you ask. “yes we are really doing this…” jude says leaning and scooting closer to you.

you leaned in, his eyes slowly fluttering closed, was this real? the touch of his lips connecting with yours confirmed it. the way his larger hand cupped your cheek and pulled closer, completely taking your breath away. you whimpered softly as his tongue entered your mouth, him groaning at the smallest sound you made. you brought your hands and cupped his upper shoulders before bringing your smaller palm on his cheek.

jude pulled you onto his lap where you felt the big prominent bulge, leaning forward and grabbing your torso to hold you in place. his lips quickly connected back with yours, tilting his head to the side a bit as he pulled you closer, chest to chest. “jude…” you let out quietly, the tension all becoming too much, too hot…

“yes? fuck- d-do you wanna stop?” he whispered faintly on your lips, to which you shook your head no. you leaned back slightly, your hands going back to unzip the white dress you were wearing, jude’s eyes roaming from your swollen lips down to your chest where your white lace bra covered what he wanted to see. “are you sure? i don’t want you to regret this y/n…”

“i’m more than sure that i want this… i need you, jude. just like you just said…” he groaned and pulled you back towards him, where he kissed your lips like a hungry starved man. peppering kisses from your jaw, down to your neck, and that exact spot he manages to find that makes you go crazy. he bites down gently then sucks the skin where he marked you, kissing softly over it. “i need you too. need you so bad my cock’s aching to feel you again…”

he lays you down onto the plushy soft couch, grabbing a pillow and laying underneath your head. jude quickly removes the dress but leaves you with your white undergarments, his hands dragging your sides, observing your body like it would be his last time seeing it. you begin to cover yourself but he stops you, grabbing your hands with one of his and trapping them above you head.

he kisses you softly on your lips, then your forehead in reassurance, “don’t cover up baby. you’re so beautiful and all mine, yeah?” you nodded leaning up to kiss him again. he lets go of your hands, watching as you sit up again, overlooking at your fingers fidgeting with the button on his top. he lets you do it, your warm palms connecting with now his bare chest, running your thumb over his nipple, looking up shyly to see jude bitting his bottom lip.

as you lay back down, you watch as he removes his pants, his erected cock lined against his black calvins. “staring at me now?” jude teased, his hands resting on your knees as he pulled them apart to settle between them. “can’t help it, jude. you’re so handsome,” you complimented watching as he smirked. “and i’m all yours, right? say it y/n…”

“all mine.”

“good. because all that nonsense from before isn’t true. you’ve always been mine… only mine.” jude removed your bra, kissing from your collarbone down through your sternum, to finally sucking the hard erected nipple into his mouth. a soft moan left your lips, arching your back just a bit, while your hands gently grabbed his head. you didn’t expect your night to end like this, but you weren’t complaining since jude knew what exactly to do. he knew what brought you to the point where you saw only stars.

your eyes connected, watching as he flatly laid his warm tongue on the bud before sucking it again, twisting the tip of his tongue before doing the same to the other nipple. you felt as his lips traced all over your abdomen and hipbone, feeling as he removed the only thing that was left covering you. “can i taste you? make you cum all over my tongue again?” you moaned at his words, telling him to go on.

one hand kept your inner thigh open, as the other one rested over his shoulder. he kissed along the inner flesh before kissing and sucking your clit into his mouth. he groaned, watching as your eyes rolled back. his tongue moved up and down various on the small bead before going left to right, kitty licking all the way down to your coated entrance. “oh fuck!” you yelled out, as he brought two fingers and began to flick them in and out, hitting that certain spot that brought you closer and closer than ever.

he tilted his head to the side, his curls ticking your inner thigh as he began to flick over your clit once again. Jude’s fingers now flicking inside you, “i can’t, i’m close jude…” you said bringing your hands to play with your tits. “yeah? then cum for me y/n. cum all over my tongue like i asked,” to which you yelped and moaned as you felt on cloud nine again, closing your eyes and letting the feeling of euphoria linger all over you body.

he overstimulated you just for a bit, then kissed all the way back up again to your lips, where gripped your hips, grinding into you to relieve himself. “you feel that? that’s how you make me feel baby…” he whispers feeling as your hand slides down his abs, to the waistband of his underwear. the kiss is heated, tongues fighting for dominance, jude pulling away sometimes to groan or moan against your neck, as you gave him the sloppiest handjob.

feeling as he twitches on your palm as you guide your hand up and down, tugging and wrapping your grip tightly before soothing over it. “i need to cum… but not like this. can i fuck you now?” he admits, looking over and making sure there are no signs of you being unsure or regret. “please jude, i want to feel you a-ag-again…” you shuddered as you felt his hot tip being dragged up and down your slit.

one hand helped him stay up, while the other one guided his cock inside you, the familiar stretch of your walls as he easily slides into you. the two of you moan in delight, stunned at the pleasure as jude begins to roll his hips, going deeper and deeper. arching your back as he pulled out his cock and then quickly rolled back in. “jude..” you moan like a devotion, squeezing him tight, hearing him let out a grunt before feeling him thrust back into you.

you cry out as you feel his big length find a nice wave of ecstasy for the two of you, jude’s head falling into your shoulder trying to hold back from cumming on the spot. “you feel so so so good baby. such a tight pussy for me…” he moans out when you scratch his back and grip his biceps. you look down to see where your bodies meet, a wet mess that has you rolling your head back again.

“oh god jude… you’re so deep i can’t-” you turn your head to the side as he finds your g-spot thrusting over and over again, his hips slapping against yours. it couldn't get more better than this. jude grabs your chin and kisses you passionately, swallowing your moans and pleads. “you’re gonna cum for me? need and want you to cum on my cock y/n… show me how much of a good girl you are and cum on my cock, baby.”

jude makes it his goal to have you cumming for him, but you try to hold off so you can cum together. every cell in your body is on fire, ready to burst into fire because it feels so good. it gets harder by the second as he picks up the pace, his thrusts sloppier by the second, moaning your name, resulting in you clenching around him. you're unable to form coherent words, just hearing his breathing getting louder, your chest rising. “i’m nearly there y/n, want you to cum with me, can you do that?”

“yes jude… but i beg you to please don’t stop it.”

jude let’s go of your hips, forehead falling with yours as he reaches his high, feeling his cock twitching inside you, his cum lacing your wet walls with his release. your body tenses for a second, the hot feeling now being replaced by cold waves as you cum, lazily kissing as jude lays on your chest. “i love you, y/n, so much.”

“i love you too Jude. forever like we promised.”

after going up for a shower, jude takes care of you, since you were unable to walk properly. he makes sure you’re hydrated, wearing the plaid shorts you love with a black long sleeve, him just an old pair of boxers he still had lying in your flat, he checks that all lighting units downstairs are off, grabbing the box of cookies and goldfish to eat.

he pulls you into his embrace, hugging your waist never letting go, constantly softly kissing your cheek like he always did. after he uses the restroom and helps you brush your teeth, you’re lying on your bed, the white sheets covering your shivering bodies.

jude lays on top of your chest again, his right hand sliding up and down your side, his head resting comfortably on the crook of your neck, his eyes fluttering and smiling when you kiss his temple lovingly. “go to sleep jude… you need it, i’m not going anywhere,” you promise feeling as he wraps you closer to him. “don’t ever let me go please, just want you here like this all the time…” he confesses, his head coming up to see your glowy eyes.

“i’m not gonna… i feel safe and at home in your arms like this jude. so no, i’m not letting you go again or ever,” you stick with your word. jude’s lips softly kiss yours, tasting your cherry chapstick with a hint of mint.

“goodnight princess. i love you.”

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m0uchie · 3 months

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𐙚 sweet relief

⟡ you thought that being new to Fontaine would make it a little difficult to adapt and you’d have trouble at making your business work. That’s why you’re surprised at how much people like your cafe, especially your sweets! But Fontaine (and you) can offer more flavours besides the ones you already know from your homeland!

— pairing : navia x f!reader

— warnings : NSFW; contains minor spoilers of Fontaine’s archon quest: “lies cast shadows under gathered lights” (idk if it’s right TT) at the beginning; cunnilingus; Navia is a bit possessive at the start; dom!Navia (?); she rubs herself on our legs and gets off, but I swear I don't have a feet kink ☹️; a bit rushed

— a/n : this one was originally going to be for a Navia & Furina rqst ("caught in the princess' bed"), but it ended up being too long and boring, so I changed it and saved the draft. I'm doing your requests, just too busy with uni

As the second president of Spina di Rosula, Navia has always kept an eye on the serial disappearances cases. She kept abreast of investigations if she took matters into her and the organization's hands rather than leaving it to the Gardes to solve it alone.

She said this herself after Lyney's planned big performance at the Opera House was ruined by another incident. And she was willing to help with the crime scene investigations to defend Lyney in what would later become a trial against Lady Furina.

Surely before this whole situation unfolded, she must have been very stressed about a lot of things. The weight of being the Boss was quite heavy, even though she and the organization received a lot of support. For this reason, when her head felt hot, she liked to go to her cafe.

She discovered about it long ago through some rumors. A new cafe in Fontaine, and is someone from outside? She just knew that she had to try her cooking! And maybe she could learn about it so she could make some of her recipes when she was away on a mission, if you allowed it of course. But after that day, she couldn't let go of you anymore. I mean… her desserts.

Passing through the facade, it was possible to see through the glass the variety of desserts inside the sweets counter, and your face with a silly smile as you prepared to open it. Navia would like to get to the point where she could be treated exclusively by you. She didn't know why, but maybe it wasn't just because she liked your presence, she wanted your attention to be directed only to her. And for that same reason she didn't let others accompany her when she was with you.

Your mind seems to be over the moon until you hear the front door bell ring, raising your head and being greeted by a cheerless Navia. She enters the cafe and goes straight to the front of the counter, face to face with you.

“You arrived early today. Did you wait too long?” Your brows drew together and your lips part in concern and curiosity. She’s usually a few minutes late…

Navia smiles and rests her elbow on the counter to place her chin over her right hand and approach your face, amused. “Oh? Were you worried about me?” You blush and your body retracts, turning your back to clean something that you had probably already cleaned long before opening the café.

“W-Worried? With what?" You laugh awkwardly and clear your throat. “Anyway, did you bring me anything today?” She laughs sweetly and nods in agreement.

Normally, you took care of the orders, Navia watched you make sweets, and she delivered the orders to the tables. You always said you didn't need it, but the counter wasn't too far from the tables since the cafe was small, and she wanted to help in some way. So, when there weren't many people and the service was about to close, you let Navia try some of your cooking. Or maybe just "try" could no longer be a word used, because she was at her cafe whenever she could to eat what you did.

In return, she brought you some delicacies from places she favored in Fontaine, and at the end of the day, the two of you ate your respective dishes.

In addition to sweets, you also sold some snacks and drinks, most of which you learned from your years growing up in Mondstadt. It was to be feared that you wouldn't have many customers due to the lack of flavors they were already familiar with, but somehow, your partner managed to promote your business to a large number of people, which made everything work well in the end, without much loss of customers.

You wouldn't complain about the number of people currently attending your establishment, after all, you know that you don't have much space for more than what the café already receives, not even the money for renovations and to employ more labor. However, this should not be an excuse for ignorance. Of course you wanted to learn more, you just didn't know where to start.

At that moment, you had just returned from the kitchen with a juice in hand. Navia was resting at one of the tables, waiting for you to try different drinks that you had prepared and planned to add to the menu, since the customers had already left the store one by one.

"What do you think of this one?" you carefully position the glass on the table and retract your hand, watching her reaction as she drinks the substance. "U-ugh... A bit too sweet..." she responds.

Your smile drops, a little disappointed in yourself, but Navia is ready to reassure you.

"C'mon... don't be like that, honey. Come to the kitchen and I'll help you try another recipe. Everything will be fine." She heads to the kitchen, helping you organize the materials to get started.

“What do I do first, Navia?” You turn to her, taking out the shopping she had made in the morning from inside the bags while looking at her hopefully. Little did she know that those hopeful eyes would soon become tired and downcast.

Navia dictated what you should do during the process.

But why couldn't you do it right?!

Now your face is covered in flour. A loud laugh escapes Navia, and you can't help but pout, narrowing your eyes as your face heats up and your eyes get glassy.

“You really-pfftt!! You can’t do anything” she points out.

“You can’t either!” You retort.

“Actually I can~” she smirks before you turn away with an “Hum!”

“We can learn together, how about that?” Navia holds your jaw open to push a rainbow macaroon into your mouth, her thumb brushing across your bottom lip, chuckling softly after wiping your red face.

“Don’t be sad~” you nod slowly, mouth full, trying hard to chew the dessert.

“Does it taste good?” She asks, low, velvety voice calming you as she approaches.

“Y-yea? I think so…-”

“Then let me taste it too…” you can feel her cool breath against yours from how close you are. The mood immediately changes and you can feel it in the air.

"U-umm... Navia-" your voice trembles as you try to speak.

"You look so tasty." she interrupts you, smiling knowingly despite the current situation. "You know... I've been stressed." she suddenly remarks when you try to call her name again. "It doesn't cost you anything to help me with this, since I've been helping you a lot too."

You swallow hard. "D-did something happen?" She gives you a brief peck in response, leaving you with goosebumps. "Nothing you need to know right now, just be good and help me, okay?" you nod your head, lips immediately taken by hers in a slow kiss, but hungry at the same level for hers. Her tongue tasting every corner of your mouth.

"Hmm~ it really tastes good, but I'm craving something sweeter." Her hands massage under your arms and belly, where the skin is most sensitive, making your chest rise and fall quickly, your heart racing from one second to the next.

"Oh? What's that poking through your shirt?" she teases, her fingers tracing a line just below your hard nipples. You gasp when you feel them being touched between her index and middle fingers, a playful expression on Navia's face as she squeezes them. "And no bra too. It looks like you want that."

She lowers herself between your legs, getting on her knees in front of you. Knees touching against the cold floor as she anxiously stripped you of your tight clothes.

Navia feels herself salivating at the sight of your wet pussy in front of her, licking her lips and getting closer. One hand kept playing with your breasts, a little distracted. And with the other she pushed your thigh to the side, which closed in shame just when you felt the blonde's breath on your slit.

"Keep them open for me, I wanna be able to see every part of you, pretty girl." your face goes red from embarrassment as she stares at you from below with those adorably blue eyes and lowers her head to get a taste of your juices, poking out her tongue and teasing your slit with the tip of the wet muscle. You let out a long whine and cover your face from embarrassment realizing how needy you seem to be.

"Hahh... How can this pussy be so sweet, darling?" she chuckles, finally diving in and making out with your hole, her voice muffled by her tongue going in and out of your cunt. Your breasts long forgotten now that she had your pussy all to herself, and she couldn't focus on anything other than that.

Her mouth opens wider to be able to suck you for entirely, covering her from face to chin with drool and a sweet, gooey substance that she licks proudly from her lips. You take a deep breath when she moves up to your clit and circles the red button, making her hum in acknowledgment and changing her focus to pleasure your clit with her mouth, her long fingers slowly replacing the space left between your tight walls, delicately touching the edges of your entrance and inserting the tip of two fingers little by little.

You barely noticed the way your hands were now firmly gripping the fabric of the dress on the blonde's shoulder, moaning helplessly and rolling your eyes when you felt the curve of her fingers deep inside you.

"You're loving it, aren't you? Never had anyone treat that pussy right? That should be a crime." she pouts teasingly, giving only kitten licks to your throbbing clit in between sentences. "You're so tight..." her fingers stretch and she hardens them to go as deep as she can (even though she already is) because she wants to slam them against your cervix, just the way you like. "But don't worry, we can fix this in time." you tilt your head to the side, without response as if the conversation had ended there.

Her tongue now enveloped you with pleasure again, not leaving your wet pussy alone. The grunts and groans she lets out as she sucks all your lewd juices out gives away how much she's into it. Tongue sliding up and down your cunny, her lips puffy and swollen from sucking so hard.

"You won't stop leaking~ mmmh..." she comments, despite the fact that she was practically drooling all over you, contributing to the mess in your core. Her fingers now had no use for your pleasure other than holding your trembling legs in place, nose rubbing against your bud as she went as deep as she could into your hole with her skilled tongue.

Her face was completely flushed despite how she carried herself. The tight clothes hiding the way she's soaking wet and horny, and the moans needy and loud, showing how she's clearly loving every minute of this.

Your vision becomes blurred with pleasure and you feel like you're daydreaming about reality, but it's not enough to hide Navia's minimal attempts to get off with your leg from your sight.

"Nn-ngh... Oh... Mmm." she softly whines, her hips trembling as she bends her body further to rub her cloth covered clit on your foot.

You stretch your legs more, and it's the last thing you can do sanely before you feel the knot in your belly undo and a hot liquid gush out, flooding Navia's mouth. She swallows what she can, but chokes on her own saliva when her high arrives along. Clothes now wet with sweat and your mixed essences as you breathed heavily.

She didn't move away from your sensitive core, still with her body pressed against your leg and hugging you with both hands as she laid her head on your lap without uttering a word. You'd think it was cute despite the situation. And your heart fluttered just thinking about the next time you'd taste sweets together when the café closed in the afternoon, and how much you could still learn from your new tutor.

#𝜗𝜚 [ m0uchie posts! ]#+18 content #divider by cafekitsune #navia caspar smut #navia smut #navia x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut

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kat-mewmew2001 · 5 months

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'Tis the season…..for wintery 4*Town content. I’ve been busy with Uni so don’t mind how sketchy these all look but I’ve been itching to draw these boys again :)))

Its a bit all over the place so I’ll walk you through it

So at the top we have Jesse smoking because that’s a hc of mine for some reason 🤷‍♀️ It’s a bad habit of his, he’s not proud of it and he tries to keep it hidden from the others

He’s unfortunately caught by Tae one time and have a bit of a talk about stress, expectations and Jesse does feel better afterwards

Then on the right we have the gang huddled outside, waiting for their tour bus in the cold. And I’m not from Canada but I know winters are brutal over there so I drew them all in matching puffer coats to keep warm because of course I would :)

And Tae is wearing a fluffy pink faux fur hat because that just makes sense ☝️

Furthermore he’s taking care of his doves and cuddling them in their pen he had built, even when it’s freezing cold. Poor guy fell asleep and had the others worried sick looking for him.

He caught a cold the day after but is luckily coddled by his bandmates (as he should be)

And another hc of mine is that Jesse is an insomniac so he gets tired during the day and leans on the others to rest for a little bit

Last but not least we have Tae and Aaron T. building a red panda snowman in honor of the unforgettable night they all had performing in Toronto 🐾

The full pics btw👇

Thats all for now folks, I could make up cute scenarios that are vaguely winter themed for hours but I’ll leave it at that for now byeee 👋

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pearcesvn · 1 year

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"Babe, tingin dito!"

bsd characters as your filo s/o

characters : chuuya , yosano , osamu !

filo!bf!chuuya who will wait for you outside your university, and texts you "babe, are you done with classes na ba?"

filo!bf!chuuya picks you up in his motorcycle, he bought a helmet just for you because he doesn't want you to get hurt / get caught without one

filo!bf!chuuya na nagkakarera.. uhhmmm..!!

filo!bf!chuuya who buys you your favorite food, even if it's expensive, he'll buy it for you !!!

filo!bf!chuuya whos waiting for you outside your university, if you're in dlsu, he would say hi to the cats, and might even give them treats!

filo!bf!chuuya who wears a black button-down, black trousers or maybe brown ? usually he wears jewelry, he would look so good in gold like ugh!!! he has those expensive watches.. ohmyghooodffgt

filo!bf!chuuya sends you sweet messages like "I'll wait for you nalang" and when you say no he would reply "Hindi nga! you can't say that! I'll go there and wait for you, even if matagal pa labasan nyo!" He doesn't want you to say no , he is like an actual toddler omfg

filo!bf!chuuya who gifts you so many expensive gifts, sometimes you ask him "why? is there a special occasion" and he would shake his head, while putting on the necklace he bought for you with his initials on it. then later you would search up the things he bought and see that some are discontinued, and think 'how did he even get that?!?'

filo!bf!chuuya kisses your forehead, your jaw.. sometimes.. under your boob..! he carries you whenever you open your arms, and leads you to the bedroom, and I'll leave your imagination on that one (note: sev cant write smut)

filo!gf!yosano is so clingy! she would give you so many kisses and would ask you to cuddle up with her

filo!gf!yosano who is in the same uni as you, she would sometimes see you in campus and jump on you

filo!gf!yosano who brings you to the mall and sees a pet adoption center and immediately starts dragging you to go there idk i have a feeling she would want to see cute munchkins

filo!gf!yosano who texts you "Babyyyy can we get mcdo? ppllleeaaaseeee!"

filo!gf!yosano who scares you a bit when you're hurt, but she gives you small kisses while she treats you. (maybe)

filo!gf!yosano kisses you everyday and everywhere, sometimes when shes in the mood for more intimate interactions, she kisses your neck and it immediately hits you!

filo!gf!yosano who would say "Baby, look here! Magttake ako ng photo!" she would take so many pictures of you

filo!bf!osamu who has kind of long (?) not rlly but medium length hair and asks you if you have a hairtie "Baby, may sanrio ka ba? I need to tie my hair!"

filo!bf!osamu who lets you do whatever you want, he'd let you put makeup on him "[name]! ang light ng foundation mo!"

filo!bf!osamu wakes up and sees himself in the mirror, seeing that you drew on his face using eyeliner, and tries to remove it but it's waterproof

filo!bf!osamu who wears a white button-down or a dress shirt, with some black trousers, and a bit of jewelry, and a rolex !!??

filo!bf!osamu would send a photo of his fit, and asks you "Mukha ba akong gwapo?" or would give not so kilig pick up lines, napaka corny!!!!!

filo!bf!osamu asks you if you want to move in with him sa condo or apartment nya, so he could help you with univ hw

filo!bf!osamu who gives you so many kisses! whenever you're around he is so clingy, when he's with his friends he's usually just neutral, and kunikida would mention you and he raises his eyebrows or something.. uhmmmmss!!!?

note : FIRZT HEADCANON KO owemjiz oh my gowd!!!! bye natatakot ako ipost i2..

for : @tsjmra i labyo hehwhhehee

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thefrontofmymind · 5 months

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12 Days of Christmas: Day 1 - Secret Santa

hello all! this is the first installment of @abiiors 's 12 Days of Christmas !!

NOTE: this is a continuation of Nothing's Changed, a oneshot I wrote a few months ago. i would say you should read it beforehand just so you know what's going on

You weren’t nervous for the faculty secret santa, you’d seen a billion listicles of good generic gifts that could fit just about any of you coworkers.

It was only as you slyly opened the folded piece of paper you drew from the box and read the name, a shock went down your spine and you broke into a cold sweat. Ross.

You could argue it was silly to get so worried. You had your lists! But with Ross…it has to be special. You had to get him something meaningful–this was your first Christmas together, and granted you’d already ordered him a stack of vintage records of albums he loved, but you knew you couldn’t flake out and get him…a box of chocolates, for example.

But you had to be careful, anything too special could set off alarm bells in everyone else’s heads. It was common knowledge that you were friends in uni, and when given the chance you would be glued to each other’s sides, but there were policies about fraternisation between colleagues and you couldn’t lose this job.

You wracked your brain from the Wednesday morning of the name draw, up until Friday afternoon trying to think of something–anything–for Ross.

“You still here?” Lou said, popping her head through your doorway. “I thought I’d be the last one out of here tonight!”

You laughed–your neighbouring drama teacher was known for spending her evenings building set pieces and readying props and costumes for whatever performance her classes were doing next. “Just…milling around…”

“What’s up?” In the few months you’d known her, it seemed Lou always had the knack for sensing when someone was off; she’d know to send a student to the school nurse just with one glance at them.

“It’s silly, really…” You trailed off.

“It’s clearly bothering you, what’s up?” She persisted, taking a seat on the desk closest to your work station at the front of the room–where Ross would sit to eat lunch with you everyday for the past 2 months.

“I just don’t know what to get my secret santa–I know it’s stupid to get all worried about it–just…you know, I need it to be perfect,” you answered.

Lou let out a sigh. “What are you doing tomorrow? We can go into town and I’ll help you find a gift.”

You breathed a sigh of relief at the idea of help. Though, how would you go about with Lou’s help without her cottoning on to the fact that the one reason you were so nervous was that you didn’t want to toe the line of co-workers and romantic partners too much around the people that couldn’t know.

“And maybe I’ll find something for my gift,” she continued. “What do you get Jimmy in Geography, anyway?”

“A map?” You joked.

“Well I imagine he probably has enough of those laying around,” Lou answered with a grin. “Who do you have anyway?”

“Ross.”

“Ah, right, I get it now…” she commented before leaving, calling out a quick ‘I’ll drop by at 10!’ as she strolled out the door.

~~~

It wasn’t as cold as you expected the next morning. The sun had come out and there was a light layer of dew over the outside frames of the windows of your flat. You could even get away with just wearing your coat with a normal t-shirt for once.

You spoke to Ross the night before–he had grading to do before the end of term so he was spending his whole Saturday in a hole in his living room, surrounded by four classes worth of history essays to read. You were grateful he didn’t ask what your plans were, you just left it at a ‘then I’ll leave you to it’ and he seemed satisfied with it.

And in a stroke of rare luck, Lou was at your doorstep at 10 on the dot, with two oat milk lattes in her hands. It was never her forte to be on time, but you were glad your morning wasn’t full of anxiously waiting around for your coworker–and now friend.

“So what are you thinking?” Lou asked as you strolled through the crowded street mall you found yourself in. She pointed to a fancy cosmetics shop. “Cologne or something maybe?”

“Not personal enough, I think,” you answered. “Why couldn’t I just get someone I don’t know anything about?!”

Lou laughed. It made you realise you may have been overthinking it just a little. You’d known Ross for years, you loved him… You just had to go with your gut.

“You and Ross are close, huh?” Lou continued after a few moments of silent strolling.

“In uni…we were inseparable,” you replied. “Like really close.”

She gave you a look, wide eyes. It was a silent question. Just how close? You gave one curt nod in response, a sign that you couldn’t talk about it, but it was clear what the answer would be.

Suddenly you felt like a weight had come off your chest. Finally you were honest to someone about Ross. You realised you didn’t have to completely hide your relationship, you just had to be careful about it. You immediately caught onto the notion that by and large you didn’t need to overthink this all; just go with your heart, and you’ll find the perfect gift for the most perfect man.

Walking past a jeweller, a gold glint caught the corner of your eye. It was a display in the window–a gold chain, not too delicate, but thick enough for you to see it immediately. You made a b-line for it without even looking to Lou. Every link interlocked with each other and laid so smoothly.

You remembered Ross wore a thin chain in university–you remembered it dangling over your face as he hovered above you, begging for him to drown you in kisses yet again. At some point over the years he must have either lost it or forgone it as a growing moment. You missed it tickling your face, hiding within his chest hair like a hidden treasure waiting to be unearthed–you got butterflies just thinking about it.

Sure, it was a little out of the price range for the gift exchange, but you always took those sorts of things as just a guideline. You and Lou walked out of the little family-owned shop with a tiny navy blue bag in your hand and a spring in your step.

~~~

You kept one eye on the small wrapped box under the tree in the staffroom during the staff party. Even though no one, bar Lou, knew what it contained, you were still worried someone would take it or misplace it or mistake it for their own gift. Through drinks and shallow conversations about your holiday plans and picking at the spread of potluck appetisers provided but almost everyone in the room, every so often you would just quickly glance to make sure it was still in it’s spot sitting atop a wrapped cylinder that you could only guess was a candle–it made you giggle to yourself to think that someone panicked and grabbed the first think they could think of, the most basic gift imaginable.

You spent most of your time glued next to Ross. He looked so…beautiful in his knitted red sweater with his hair pulled back like usual. You just couldn’t wait for him to open his gift. You couldn’t help but stare at the glint in his eyes as he chuckled along with the group at Kerry from biology’s story about her sons’ antics.

After about an hour and a half of mingling, it was finally time for the gifts. You all sat in a big circle around the staff room as Principal Janine handed out the wrapped presents. You giggled at the gag gifts, smiled at the sweet gifts, and tried to hide your confusion at gifts that were clearly some kind of inside joke you weren’t privy to.

Janine finally picked up the box for Ross. “And this one’s for…Ross!”

You could barely contain your excitement as he began to tear at the corner of the wrapping. You could tell he was being gentle with it, trying to ignore the spurs of “rip it!” from the group. He looked inquisitively at the small velvet box once it was free from the paper.

“Open it,” you whispered from beside him. You almost missed the glint in his eye as he slyly glanced at you. You knew you’d already given the game away–he knew it was from you.

The gold chain didn’t sparkle as much as you hoped under the fluorescent lights of the staff room, but it still caused a mist in Ross’ eyes just the same.

“So who do you think it’s from, then?” Lou asked with a grin–after all, she was there with you when you bought it.

“It can only be from one person, I reckon.” He smiled and placed a firm hand on the back of your shoulder.

You could’ve melted under his touch then and there. Even with all the private escapades you had gotten up to, nothing could compare to the adrenaline rush you felt at the tiniest amount of affection you could show each other in public.

“Well, I noticed you don’t wear one anymore! I thought you could get a little nostalgia from it!” You were smiling so wide, it looked like someone had stuck a clothes hanger in your mouth.

You noticed that underneath the tree was beginning to get sparse. Only about half a dozen gifts were left, you wondered which one was yours.

Janine grabbed a bulky, square-shaped, wrapped box and read the nametag on it. She joyfully passed it to you.

You couldn’t help but immediately tear the wrapping, making just an ounce of the mess you used to love making on Christmas morning when you were a kid.

It was a bottle of perfume. Not just any bottle. Britney Spears’ Midnight Fantasy. You let out a deep chuckle once you’d registered what it was–the perfume you were just about addicted to in uni, you pretty much had a stockpile running of them for your full 3 years there.

You heard a laugh from beside you. Ross had a smile just as wide as yours, his cheeks had all bunched up and he got those little creases at the edges of his eyes that you loved so much.

“Of course!” You bellowed. You realised everyone else in the room looked confused, you thought it’d be kind to clue them in. “I was obsessed with this perfume in uni, like, I don’t think I ever wore another perfume then.”

“Never! We knew you’d be coming when we could smell it while you were still a mile up the road!”

~~~

Ross’ cheeks were lit but the LED tealights surrounding your flat. You set up a picnic of sorts–inside, of course, no one in their right mind would stay outside in the freezing temperatures for longer than necessary–with an Indian takeaway.

It was small moments like this, the intimacy, that made you appreciate Ross even more. You’d thought it out and come to a conclusion; you didn’t mind that you couldn’t be all love-y with each other in public, it was the private times that counted, and with each interaction you could feel yourself falling further and further.

“I hope you like it,” you said, when discussing your secret Santa gifts–coincidentally to each other.

“Are you kidding, love? You’ll have to wrestle it off me now!” He smiled, a little wonky from the two bottles of wine you’d shared that evening.

You giggled. “I’m glad, and likewise with the perfume I…I can’t believe you remembered the exact one.”

“Of course I did!” He replied. He placed his plate on the picnic blanket that was sprawled out on your living room floor. “I actually have something else–to go along with it…”

He shifted and turned to dig through his bag, normally filled with supplies for school and his laptop. He retrieved a brown paper binded scrapbook.

“This was the-uh-second part of the gift,” he continued. “But I couldn’t quite give you this bit in front of everyone else.”

He handed you the book, and you finally got a good look at the cover. There was a picture of the two of you back from some university party back in the day–probably scoured from someone’s Facebook memories. You tried to hide your cringe at your outfit, not quite something you would wear today.

You began to flip through the pages. Photos from your year together, tickets to the films you saw at the cinema, a concert ticket or two as well. Each page had a little paragraph written right onto it in Ross’ scribbly yet concise handwriting–sometimes explaining a memory of a day in the fall when you got excited to watch Hocus Pocus with him, or a poem about snow falling down on you and resting in your hair.

You flipped to the last page, there was a lengthy letter written.

My love,

If all is going as planned, I’m watching you read this right now. I could stare at you forever, you know that?

You looked up to see Ross smiling at you, you couldn’t help but let out a schoolgirl-like giggle.

Even though you’ll vehemently deny it, the truth is you are the most beautiful sight in the world. Ever. I will never get sick of being graced by those eyes, the curve of your neck into your shoulders, your arms that you swear dangle just a little too far to be proportionate, and those hips–my word, those hips.

I could go on about your looks forever, but that is barely the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the marvel that is you. You’re always so kind, so caring, and you’re the smartest in most rooms you’re in.

For a long time I thought the only chance I had with you was gone when we split so long ago. I must’ve accrued some bloody good karma to give me a second chance at loving you. I know it hasn’t been that long this time around yet, and I know we’re bound for a hassle the longer this goes on, but I want you to know that I’m in it. Whatever it takes, you are staying in my life and there’s not a chance I’m letting you go again.

All of this to say, I love you.

Your Ross

P.S. Don’t feel pressure to say it back or anything. It’s just important that you know.

You couldn’t stop the grin on your face. There was heat spreading all across your face and neck. You realised you hadn’t looked back up at Ross yet–you just couldn’t help but re-read the last few lines of his letter. I love you. I love you. I love you.

When you finally looked back at him, you could see his smile had faltered just a little. He was worried about your response.

You tried to find the words to tell him how you felt. How perfect this all was.

“Sorry if I…overstepped,” he started. “I just had to get it out, you know? Like there was this-”

You cut him off with a kiss. A deep kiss. The kind that did all the talking for you. The kind where you didn’t care that your teeth hit each other on impact and your neck was craning in an awkward position and all of Ross’ weight was settled on one hand leaning on the carpet and it was beginning to aggravate the skin on the palm of his hand.

In the end, none of that mattered. Because you loved each other, and after so long without one another that was the most important thing in your life.

#christmas75 #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald imagine #ross macdonald fanfiction #ross macdonald fic #ross macdonald blurb

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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First Time?

Tags: College!Eren x Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader, Uni AU, Shotgunning, Very Slight Jean x Reader, Suggestive Elements, But Weirdly Wholesome Ending

Warnings: Weed, Recreational Drug Use, Alcohol, Drunken Behavior (Nothing Non-Con, But Under The Influence)

You have never smoked before. Eren takes it upon himself to give you an unforgettable experience.

Lemme just say. Me and @beesandpollen were screaming the other night about shotgunning our favs, so I bring to u the eren version 💪

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [09/03/23] ❞

Sitting on your bed in your shared dorm, you've been slaving away to your college assignments. The sound of typing resounded in the room, never let up by the urgency to finish; that is, until your roommate walked in.

Sasha made her entrance wearing a yellow, bodycon slip dress and stunning heels. She glowered at your laptop while sweeping her hair over her shoulder, and it fell victim to the bag of chips in her other hand.

"Y/N! Get off your laptop and come to this party with me!"

Sasha at her finest. You were best friends, but you were also polar opposites; Sasha, who loved to party and was the more outgoing of the two of you, and you, who sat at home all day completing schoolwork. It's regular for her to drag you out of the dorm.

You ran your fingers through your hair in resignation. "I can't. Why don't you go with Connie?"

"Because I'm not letting you stay here like a nerd and miss out. Besides, my friend is throwing this party! I'll introduce you."

She finished that sentence with a wink.

You groaned. "I have nothing to wear though." You fanned out your hand to the pile of clothes on your chair, the majority of them being sweatpants and plain t-shirts.

"Not to worry!" Sasha dashed back into her room, which was adjacent to yours, and emerged brandishing the shortest, shiniest black dress she owned like a trophy.

She threw it at you. "Put that on!"

You caught the material and mulled over wearing it in public for a moment. You hesitated, yet Sasha seemed expectant, and you knew you rarely spent time with her outside of the dorm; not like she was in most of the time.

You drew your eyes away from the dress, and to Sasha. "Who'd you say is throwing this party again?"

She grinned. "Jean."

...

You couldn't stop fidgeting with the hem of your dress in the car. Was it too short? Was it a mistake for you to tag along? You hoped you wouldn't embarrass yourself at this party. You saw Sasha's fingers neatly spin the wheel, and then you were parked, alongside numerous other cars before the gate.

Those concerns dissipated the moment you stepped into the frat house. The low-light space was crowded with dancing, sweating bodies, couples making out in corners, and inebriated games being played. As you surveyed the scene, the music blaring made it difficult to hear Sasha clearly.

And then she was gone.

You presumed she had left to greet her other friends, but you felt out of place in this strange environment. Nevertheless, you immediately noticed something to cheer you up. You pushed your way past the throng of dancers to the liquor, and snatched a bottle before finding your way somewhere private.

Which was an extremely difficult endeavour.

Bedrooms? You wished you could wash your eyes out. Bathrooms? Outside, there are long lineups. But all hope was not lost. You located a double door that led out to a balcony and settled down to drink in quiet. The view would have been much better if there hadn't been drunken fighting in your field of sight.

A cough resounded next you after a minute or so of you sipping in solitude. Breaking out of your trance, you raised your eyes to check who the voice belonged to. You rose up as soon as you detected the face in your blurry thoughts, mortified that you had intruded on this man's space.

"Sorry, I'll find somewhere else to drink." You strode back towards the double doors.

"Don't worry about it. Stay."

You became immobilized. You couldn't leave now since it would be impolite, so you pivoted on your heel and sat down again, this time facing the man. You eventually had the opportunity to register his features, and it stole your breath away.

He was stunning. In a gentle, incisive, and handsome way. The angular contours of his jaw and nose stood out against his emerald eyes and dark, fluttering eyelashes; he resembled a striking image on a tanned canvas.

The subtle shape of his muscles were apparent through his clothing, but you couldn't tear your gaze away from his hair, which was pulled back in a bun. He had some stray hairs that fell out, but they framed his face nicely, and his unassuming quirks made him all the more charming.

He chuckled, and your heart stopped. Fuck, he had dimples too.

"I'm Eren."

You quickly remembered your name before making a fool of yourself. It took you a moment to realise who he was. You knew he was Jean's friend because of Sasha, but you'd be a fool if that was the only reason you recognized him. No, he was the devastatingly gorgeous heartbreaker on campus; a fuckboy, if you will. On the way to their classes, several girls on campus marveled over him, and you scoffed to yourself, wondering how someone could be that attractive.

Now you knew.

You raised the bottle to your lips, desperate to slake your nerves. Eren, on the other hand, was pretty mellow. He had a forthright disposition, and a daunting aura around him as he leant back in his chair. The way he handled himself exuded virility, but his voice was warm and melodious. It gave you whiplash.

You two chatted and drank for a time, and as the conversation progressed, you warmed up to him more. You eventually discovered that you both had Sasha as a mutual friend and smiled at the amusing anecdotes you had to share with each other.

You didn't even realize how engrossed in your own story you were until Eren planted a rough hand on your upper thigh. Your words died in your throat, but he kneaded your skin with pampering hands, his mesmerizing gaze coaxing you on. The tension was palpable.

You were almost lured in by the action. Yet, knowing who he is and where you were, he couldn't anticipate you to fall at his feet right away; you understood what he was doing, and he'd play right into your hands.

You rose up from your seat, drunkenly assertive, and slid in between his thighs. He had to crane his head to look at you, and you could swear you saw a blush dust his sun-kissed cheeks; so he can dish it out but not take any back.

You could work with this.

You gravitated towards him, capturing his chin with your deft fingers and relaxed your hand on his thigh instead of your alcoholic beverage. He was almost enraptured as your fingers traveled from his leg to your own, removing his hand from where it was situated. You patted his cheek twice as you laughed at his panicked expression.

"Not with me, pretty boy."

He flashed you a cute, loopy smile, beaming those dimples that made your heart skip a beat. "You think I'm pretty?"

It was in this moment of close proximity you could see his sharp canines, and you trembled. Everything about him was attractive to you.

All too soon, you drew away from him, declaring firmly that you were tired of this party. He could see it all over your face as well.

Eren stood up, and cocked his head toward the doors. "Wanna get out of here?"

You wanted to think his words had a literal meaning behind them, but that mischievous twinkle in his eyes warned you otherwise. Was it a terrible idea to become entangled with Eren? Probably. Do you give a damn? Not at all.

So you concurred. You took his hand in yours and guided him out of the party, resolving to go back to your place; you received some strange looks from certain people, but that should be expected with a man like Eren trailing you. You knew Sasha would crash with her friends, and Eren is too cute to pass up; however, just as you approached the entryway, another individual blocked your path.

Eren waved at him with three fingers raised. "Yo, Jean."

After shaking hands, the man smiled at the familiar face and bumped shoulders with Eren. The guy Sasha intended to introduce you to sized you up, and you shuddered beneath his scrutinizing gaze; he smirked at Eren after, earning him an eyeroll and playful punch to the arm on the way out.

You knew what the wink meant, and you offered Eren a knowing glance. The thought of what awaited you beyond that door enthralled you, and the walk to your car was quiet.

...

Eren climbed into the driver's seat with ease, relaxing with one hand on the wheel. He appeared impatient, wholly immersed in his thoughts.

He looked pretty when he was focused, too. Despite his lackadaisical appearance, he was endearingly cautious on the road.

Throughout the drive, you attempted to break the charged silence by talking about something insignificant, and Eren ultimately became engaged in the conversation.

"So how come we've never met before? You know, since we have mutual friends and all."

You whistled in acknowledgement. "I don't really do parties. I spend more time studying than I do going out."

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his derisive laugh almost embarrassed you. Almost.

"Y/N, you gotta live a little. Do you even smoke?"

Your voice died in your throat.

The way he snapped his head to look at you in bemusement, his thick brows shooting straight to his forehead, was almost comical. "You don't?"

He could have crashed, but he maintained his cool and kept the car steady. You flushed with shame when he laughed, and he pulled over somewhere secluded.

He ran his hand through his dark hair, and looked at you with that killer smile of his again. "Do you want to try it?"

You nodded, but there was one worry gnawing away at you. "What if it burns? I'll definitely cough."

He chuckled. "I can fix that for you."

...

You were all but scandalised when he delved into his pocket and pulled out rolling paper and weed before rolling the joint. It shouldn't have excited you so much, but when his tongue escaped to lick a stripe across the seal, you shifted in your seat. He noticed it as well, but said nothing.

Eren inhaled deeply after flicking his lighter at the end of the joint. You were transfixed as he breathed out the smoke and turned to face you. "Your turn."

He mimicked your earlier motions by holding your chin, but this time dragging his thumb along your lip. You obeyed an unspoken command to open your mouth. You were not prepared for what Eren did next.

He raised the joint to his lips and inhaled again, but this time instead of exhaling, he pressed against you. Your noses brushed up against each other, and one slight movement would have sealed his lush lips against yours. You couldn't bring yourself to move; Eren blew smoke into your mouth, and you inhaled it greedily, much easier than you expected.

You nearly coughed when your focus drifted to Eren. As he watched your mouth consume the smoke, his gaze had darkened significantly, and those charming eyes were now staring at you through his lashes. His eyes were dangerously green, and you had the impression that he could see right through you.

That electrical tension had returned. Eren grew animalistic and crossed the distance between you two the instant you exhaled the smoke against him. He pressed his lips to yours and moved fervently against you, cradling your neck in his hand, skillfully pushing you deeper into the kiss; your own lips parted in surprise, and he took advantage of the moment to sneak his tongue in, subduing you with his mouth. Throughout, you could feel his ravenous desperation, and smoking had only made you feel buoyant.

Eren drew back, biting your lip as he interrupted the kiss and shifted to take another hit. He puffed smoke in your face this time, and he thought it was adorable how your face screwed up in response. But it didn't dissuade you; instead, it enticed you much more. Still holding the joint, Eren turned the other end towards you so you could smoke from his hand and imitate his actions.

You do as instructed, inhaling slowly. It was an odd sensation. Your senses were strangely heightened, a wave of calm washing over you. You would feel much more at ease with Eren if it weren't for his overwhelming influence on you.

You exhaled the smoke into Eren's mouth, closing it with a kiss like he did. You felt proud when he smiled.

He pulled away. "You did good."

The praise did nothing to help your heart.

...

You both felt hazy long after your smoking session was over. Eren was the first to bring up something that you had completely forgotten about.

He laughed dumbly. "You know we can't drive to your place like this, right?"

You chuckled along with him, recognizing he was right. The original reason you got in the car with him was lost, and the revelation that dawned on your features must've hit him as well.

He suddenly appeared apprehensive, not about to do something to you under the influence. "We don't have to-"

You shushed him. "Wanna go get food instead?"

He gave you another of those brilliant smiles. "Sure."

Your midnight escapade could wait another time.

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oooocleo · 9 months

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how did you find the courage/means to do full-time freelance? it’s something i’ve been thinking about for a long time (i take comms in between college work) but i just. don’t know where to begin? i’d really appreciate any advice. thank you!

ill start this off w a disclaimer that i live in a country thats considered a social security state so i've received rent support from the government ever since moving out when i started uni (bc i dont make that much, prolly below min. wage, meaning my taxes are also relatively low), as well as student loans that aren't so horrible here as there are in the US for example - i'm sure if i had to get a job next to my studies i wouldn't have had nearly as much time/energy for establishing myself as a freelance illustrator over the yrs...

for me my uni yrs were when i really started doing more private commission work, because i had a lot of free time outside of exam periods, and i was p motivated to do that bc i was studying history which u know.. doesnt rly lead u down a secure career path lmfao... as for courage i would say it might be more fear of the alternative? i have depressive tendencies sometimes and i think i would be very unhappy having to spend 40 hours of my life every week in a job that wud likely feel unfulfilling compared to making art for ppl... so i took those student loans and drew and drew and drew until it became Actually Feasible to live off of my labour

i would say... Really try to minimize ur expenses if ur wanting to get into freelance illustration, bc any amount of time u need to spend on say a diff 'regular' job uve got to make ends meet will make things harder - this might seem like kind of scary advice but moving somewhere where the rent is cheap is an option u shouldnt overlook (i lived in social housing before moving to a rural area), bc kind of all u need rn is a freaking internet connection to find folks thatll hire u fdjgdfg - also in the same vein moving in with friends and sharing costs🤔

besides that, all i can suggest is find things that inspire you, draw as much as u can manage and post a lot so that ppl can discover u !

#cleo talks #i hope this makes some sense...#i dont know how helpful it is if u live in a country thats like. make money now or die #i know a great majority of my american peers do just have a normal tm job next to comm work...#in which case i wud generally suggest trying to find work u wont have to take home in any way like..#u clock out and the workplace ceases to exist lol #i worked in admin for a year and that was actually fine when it came to making art until i started hating my colleagues

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fromepiximagines · 11 months

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Be Still My Heart (Kenny Liu x fem!reader)

Summary: Kenny is relieved to see you safe after the awful night he spent at the station with Sara.

Word count: 920

Request: Hey theeeeeere! Thank you for replying to me and good luck with uni! Soooo ofc do it whenever u can and pls take your time! But I would reaaaally love smth fluff with Kenny x fem reader anything you want! Also 3rd person it's perfectly fine I love it don't worr about anything love💗💗💗

Rating: T

Warnings: spoilers for s2e9 and 10 of From, swearing, reader wears glasses, hugs, use of (Y/N), one (1) kith.

“This sucks.” (Y/N) mumbled.

Hidden in Victor’s old hideout, the one he so kindly showed her a few days before – ‘In case you wander too much’, he said -, she tried not to make any noises. There was no talisman inside, which meant the monsters outside could get in if they managed to unlock the tailgate.

It has been many, many hours since she got here alone, after going out to empty her head; people were dying, one after the other, more than ever before, and now they couldn’t sleep.

“Keep your eyes open, shitstain.” The woman whispered to herself, rubbing her eyes, back leaning against the metal wall. Her sight was trained on the tailgate, wondering why in the fuck she would wander off near nighttime – never again.

And then, a sliver of light passed by a tiny opening on the metal.

Too bright to be a flashlight.

(Y/N) scrambled up, face dangerously close to the cold metal, and peeked out.

“Sun, my beloved!” She shouted, and turned around. With ever raising excitement, she opened the latch and slid up the tailgate; the warm rays of sunshine hit her face with full force, and she leaped down onto the dewy grass.

The woman ran down the familiar path towards the town; by the diner, she waved at Mrs. Liu, Victor and Ethan, smiling as she saw the familiar faces.

“Morning, Jade!” (Y/N) shouted, slowing down as the curly-haired man left the bar with a frazzled look, some book in his hands.

“Where the hell have you been?!” He shouted back, brows furrowed.

“I was taking a walk, dude.” She replied, staring at him. “Where the fuck are you going, looking like my conspiracy theory uncle?”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Don’t die!”

Jade grumbled something under his breath and left as (Y/N) headed, now walking at a decent pace, towards the Liu’s house.

The familiar sight of closed windows and an open door greeted the woman as she neared the place. She saw Sara leave the house with Boyd; nodded at them, and did her best to ignore the way her heart ached as her eyes focused on the man right behind the duo.

“Kenny.”

The ex-deputy looked up as (Y/N) whispered his name, brown eyes widening as he took in her messy appearance. Her hair was sticking up in weird angles, dark circles adorned her eyes (nothing new there, to be honest), and her glasses were kinda askew on her face.

A few seconds was all it took for the freckled man to run up to his friend and pull her into a tight hug. His arms circled her shoulders, and she sighed; he was warm. He smelled good. He was soft, comfortable-

She was sleep deprived.

“You’re alive.” Kenny said softly, nose nestled in the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

“Last I checked, yes.”

“I was worried, you dumbass.” He leaned back, staring into her eyes.

The tension between them was palpable as they locked eyes, the weight of their emotions hanging in the air. Kenny's words had hit her hard, stirring a whirlwind of worry within her. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her.

Her hands trembled slightly as she reached up to cup his cheeks, her touch gentle and filled with a mixture of affection and regret. Her thumbs traced tender circles against his skin, feeling the warmth gradually spread beneath her touch, a sign of their shared vulnerability.

With every passing moment, their faces drew closer, their breaths mingling. Their noses almost brushed against each other, creating a delicate connection that mirrored the fragile state of their hearts. It was a moment suspended in time, charged with longing and the unspoken desire for solace.

She mustered the courage to ask, her voice filled with a blend of uncertainty and hope, "I'm sorry... Can I kiss you?"

Kenny's response was barely a whisper, yet it carried the weight of his longing, "Please."

In that instant, their lips met, a gentle collision of souls seeking solace and reassurance. It was a tender, tentative kiss, born out of a shared understanding of their vulnerabilities. Their worries and fears melted away, replaced by a rush of affection and the undeniable connection between them.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the softness of the moment. The world around them faded away, leaving only the sensation of their lips moving in sync, a dance of tenderness and forgiveness. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, expressing their unspoken apologies, their longing, and the depth of their feelings for one another.

In that single, stolen moment, they found solace and healing, their hearts intertwining in a profound embrace. And as they pulled away, breathless yet content, they knew that their bond had grown stronger, fortified by the power of their shared vulnerability and the healing a simple kiss could offer.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Boyd’s voice rang out, and the couple finally remembered there was an audience near them. “But we need Kenny right now, (Y/N).”

The woman felt her own face warm up now, and slowly let go of her friend’s face, arms hanging limply by her side.

“I’ll see you soon.” Kenny whispered, a small smile on his handsome face. “Really soon.”

“Be careful, okay?” (Y/N) whispered back, gaining a nod and a grin in response.

“Always.”

Right then and there, as she watched the trio walk off towards the forest, the woman sighed, with a lovestruck smile on her face.

“Be still, my fucking heart.”

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o2studies · 1 month

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༻`` 25 Apr 24 — Thursday 21/60

🧡 academia >> studied for 2hrs 50, chem and maths, did a practice practical exam today and I felt fairly confident (I didn't look at the paper we did too closely before the test), I've almost finished going over all of my chemistry notes before I start trying questions

🧡 physical health >> Did some pushups and more pistol squats

🧡 self care >> drank some tea, water and hot chocolate, read more (The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky), drew, listened to songs that fit my mood and let myself take a 'rest'

☀️ 7.15 🌙 22.20

-> the 'rest' was more music and social media because one of my teachers told us today that she's leaving this year for a job closer to home, and I'm actually very sad about that. She was my form tutor last 2 years and was supposed to take us back this year, and then again have us next year. She also teaches math really really well, she's so helpful and just geniuenly so nice and lovely. I will really miss her. And then one of my friends was saying how that's the second teacher they know and actually like that won't be teaching them next year whenever they were supposed to (there was so much more drama with teachers this year too...) and that they only didn't move school because they knew those teachers and the fact that they taught well. I don't know if A is considering moving next year now but they might be... And I don't want them to leave... We don't talk much outside of school but I've gotten quite close to them and they're a great friend and actually quite inspirational to me. I really respect them. Plus they're also looking to move to another country for uni so that's even less time I'll be able to spend with them before that happens...

#o2life #studyblr #dark academia #light academia #chaotic academia #student #study motivation #study inspiration #academia #math #chemistry #physical health #self care #bookblr #the perks of being a wallflower #nodalchallenge #sleep routine #o2studies

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anadiasmount · 5 months

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are you willing to write for trent alexander arnold? if so please write something fluffy or something antsy which gets resolved and turns to fluff

it’s you - trent alexander arnold x reader.

quick sum: love is never easy. especially when you least expected it from liverpools finest bachelor. will you finally take the leap of faith, or lose the guy who’s willing to do the extreme for you to see reality.

wc: 1.9k | masterlist | trent’s masterlist

psa🗣️: hi angel! and hello to my trent girlies! i haven’t written for trent before so i hope you enjoy this 🤍

you felt stuck. constantly looking around and avoiding the man that had consumed your thoughts in ways you didn’t picture. feeling awkward and timid when he walked past you or your eyes connected.

the trip was last minute, you didn’t plan to go if it wasn’t your friend insisting you went since she would be alone. you didn’t want to go, it meant you would have to see trent after you avoided him since he confessed his feelings to you.

trent wasn’t one to speak much. always reserved and kept to himself, a completely different person on the pitch and in real life. but with you, he felt he could speak for hours about everything, not once get tired of it. you let him be the person he would’ve never pictured to be.

what went wrong?

he knew you from the back of your hand. needed to keep yourself busy in order to survive. an almost graduate from uni and working at your dream internship. a small volunteer worker just outside the city.

he knew when you lied, scrunching your eyes brows and hands twitching. he knew when you felt happy, the small wrinkles and dimples popping on your face. he knew you were upset when you bit your lip and unfocused around your surroundings.

trent knew you felt the same way he did but this time he couldn’t properly read you, left hurt and confused by your manner. “i’m in love you with y/n… i’ve never felt like this for anyone before. and it feels so right when i’m here, with you.”

his brows drew in when your smile slowly dropped, pulling your hands back and cleared your throat. “trent…” you whispered, you clenched your jaw unsure of what to say. “i need time to think of this. i-i-i just don’t know what to say…” you stood up and grabbed your coat.

“say you love me back,” trent prayed in his head, watching you stumble around to retrieve your belongings. “what do you mean? i confess how i feel and you’re running away?”

“i need time to think. this is all so sudden, and i don’t want to pressure either of us. or give us false hope,” you smiled trying to reason and not break his heart. but trent’s heart broke, a millions thoughts racing in his head and the idea of not being enough tracing back.

he fluttered his lashes and painfully smiled, was he about to cry? is this what pain felt like? a stab in the heart, millions of needles poking in his chest as his hands fisted. “well you know the way out…” trent motioned with his hand, walking to the side to let you go.

you approached him, having the urge to explain why you said what you said, but he walked back. tears came out your eyes, knowing you hurt the man you loved in front of you. “trent,” you croaked, but he just shook his head.

“don’t.”

not a single soul knew of the two of you. a private secret. he wanted to protect you from his hectic world. and you wanted to have something genuine and real. you had something real. had. but like always you ruined it. like every person who walked into your life, leaving because you were scared.

trent was straight forward with you. always communicating with you. the only person you found yourself lurking to at the end of the day. his touch lingering on you ever when you weren’t together. the way he smiled made your heart heat up and your hands slightly tremble.

you didn’t deserve him. you were a broken person. afraid of committing. you were afraid of love. the idea of falling for a person, so hopelessly devoted to them, and in the end for it to not work out. you easily got attached, and it wasn’t any different with trent.

trent had a way different life than yours. lights, money, women, his job, all shining on him wherever he went. he had a family, friends, a base supporting him, while you it was just your sister and trio. he constantly reminded you he wasn’t the person in the papers, which was true.

he valued you. he trusted you. he confided in you. he respected you. he loved you. why couldn’t you just allow yourself to be with him? why did it feel hard to finally accept and take the leap of faith and be with the man who has ever truly loved you?

you were stressed. constantly turning in your sleep. eyes closing but your head refusing for you to sleep. chest rising and falling as you listened quietly to the rain fall. the sheets barely covering your body, and the pillow feeling less fluffy and now hot. with a small groan you stood up, the time reading almost 4 am.

you tipped tied downstairs. walking by the room your friends and his friends were occupied in. the thunder and lightning shining in the open and clear windows. you opened the cabinet and grabbed a glass, pouring cold water to relieve your dry throat.

you closed your eyes, hands gripping the counter as you felt goosebumps suddenly rise. “couldn’t sleep?” you gasped quietly, the glass slowly tipping before quickly catching it and standing up straight. trent stood there, bags under his eyes, lips pursed with his arms crossed. muscles flexed under the loose black tee he wore with his black calvin klein boxers.

“something like that,” you said, averting your gaze, hand coming up to brush your skin or maybe the nerves away. he stepped closer, inspecting you, noticing you were wearing the small black shirt he owned with your batman themed shorts. “same. couldn’t sleep with all the noise outside…” trent confessed, also grabbing a cold glass of water.

you went quiet. the feeling of guilt consuming your insides as you kept asking yourself if this was truly happening. you couldn’t stop staring, savouring maybe the last few glances in case it would be the last. trying to make a mental imprint of the moles you traced while he slept, the small scar under his brow, his lips.

your throat went dry again, but this time the cold glass of water wasn’t going to help, the only thing that could was finally take that leap and let him out of misery for the two of you. “trent…” you said softly, hearing him and finally connecting eyes.

“don’t you think i deserve an explanation?” he asked with a sad smile. you bit your lip and nodded. “yes you do. and i’m willing to explain everything, but i understand if it’s too late,” you respected his feelings knowing he deserved this but also not wanting to push him to the limit.

“i love you. i do. so much. i need you to know that before i start saying anything,” his eyes widened a bit, mouth opened to say something but you shushed him. “for once in my life, i can’t let you or us go. i made the mistake that night and i beat myself for it. not only did i hurt you in the process but also the idea of us.”

“i’m scared,” you teared, smiling. “it’s scary to feel this way. to have my heart racing when i hear your name, our song, your voice. love to me always felt like a joke or fantasy. love is about letting someone know your map of flaws and imperfections. to fully be vulnerable.”

“love with you though? is like a dream come true. you understand me more than i understand myself. you saw me for who i am and not the person i put myself to be. you love me at my prettiest and also lowest. you hold me close, kiss my forehead, and use those words of reassurance i need to hear and always believe.”

“i love when you sleep next to me, where i get to stare at the prettiest man on earth as you sleep. i love to see your smile get bigger when i tell you about the kids at my volunteer work or my jokes. i love to sit with you at the end of the day and allow me to hear about your job and family. to see the flowers you send or bring when i see you. trent i love you, so much.”

“i’m scared to lose you. to lose the only person i’ve let into my life this close,” you shrugged smiling painfully, holding yourself tighter as you wiped your tears away. you hear his footsteps approach, sobbing quietly when he pulls you closer to him, his hand brushing your head, feeling his lips kiss your temple. the longing feeling replaced with warmth and safety.

your skin becoming hot and getting rid of the cold goosebumps and chilling feeling in your chest. you kiss his chest, tip toeing up as you continue to trace his neck and jaw, his cheeks with kisses mixed with your tears. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry trent,” you apologised, your hand gripping his bicep.

“stop. don’t torture yourself anymore. let me hold you. let me feel you. it’s just you and me, okay? shhhh,” he hushed you, repeating his same movements to help you calm down. you sniffled, pulling back slightly after a minute. “i deserve you. i love you, and your imperfections and flaws. for allowing me to become the man i wished and longed to be.”

“please don’t push me away anymore. you aren’t ever going to lose me, because what we have is eternal. your love to me is a safe space, the world and women i dreamed of having and i finally have it now. it’s you, always will be you baby,” he brushed your tears away, feeling your lips kiss his wrist and hand, losing himself in your eyes.

“i love every single part of you.”

the chilling counter made you hold trent tighter while laughing, feeling and hearing his deep chuckle as his hands traced your thighs. “are you ready now?” he asked, kissing your collarbone. “more than ready,” you said, officially taking the leap of faith.

he sighed and let his shoulders fall in a relaxed manner and smiling, watching as his eyes closed and lashes touched his upper cheeks. “trent look at me…” he stood up and grabbed your chin, “i love you,” you felt the need to say to confirm your feelings and his. “i love you, pretty girl,” his nose nuzzled into your neck, tracing all the way up to your cheek.

you sealed the night with the anticipated kiss. getting the blood rush through your veins, as you fully focused on him. his lips feeling like home. his fingers bringing your face closer to his and getting lost in the way he devoured you. not in a rushed or hard manner, in a passionate and loving way.

“my girl officially.”

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bit-dodgy-innit · 2 years

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OMG congratulations on 500 followers!!! All of your prompts are so fun but I just HAVE to request #5 (and obviously 🌶). Thank you so much and no rush!

Hiiii babes! Thank you so much for the kind words and the ask!! You're my first 500 Follower Celebration prompt fill! This one had been writing itself in my head for weeks so thrilled you requested it straight out the gate!!

The prompt: Jake gets too invested in Nyla’s little league soccer games…she’s 3

Requested by: the darling @pleasurebuttonwrites!

Spice-o-meter: 🌶 - Rated G/T, some references to sexual content at most

Word Count: 2.4k (we all know I can't write a drabble, right?)

TW/CW: Reader is pregnant, Jake is one of those dads who absolutely goes off on the sidelines during their kid’s sports, blink-and-you-miss-it reference to sexytimes, mucho swearing in Spanish (translations at the bottom of the fic as per usual) and a fook toon of fluff!

A/N: As the daughter of an American dad but being raised in London, I have made the following executive decisions about Nyla’s American & British-isms: she calls the reader Mommy instead of Mummy but refers to soccer as football.

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommyyyy,” was how you were woken up this morning, accompanied by your three-year-old daughter launching herself into your bed. She startled both you and your husband awake.

While you were bleary, Jake was alert at once and wasted no time chiding her, “Nyla, what did I tell you about jumping on Mommy and Daddy’s bed like that? Especially since Mommy has a baby in her tummy now?”

“Sorry,” Nyla apologized, wriggling in between you two. You shifted your baby-heavy body to face her, and drew Nyla into your arms. “Sorry Mommy.”

“It’s okay,” you soothed her.

Jake rolled out of bed to start the coffee, since with a wakeup call like that, caffeine was going to be more necessary than usual today.

Nyla snuggled impossibly closer to you and with a mane full of bedhead, asked you in a whisper. “Will you give me braids?”

“Yes, sweetheart, but only if you say the magic word,” you prompted.

“Pleeeeeease,” she automatically responded.

“Okay, baby, let Mommy get up and I’ll help you get dressed.”

“I’m not a baby,” Nyla argued. “The baby’s in there.”

She pointed to your bump. “That’s right! And the baby’s going to root for you at the game today.”

“Like Daddy does?” Nyla asked as she led you back into her bedroom.

“Well, hopefully not exactly like Daddy does,” you amended.

This was the first fall Nyla was old enough to enroll in team sports, and no one had been more excited for her to begin playing football than Jake. Initially, it was nothing but endearing. He’d take Nyla to the park to practice outside of her scheduled ones with her little team, and you’d come watch them when you were feeling up to it. It was all very wholesome and sweet, Jake lowered his guard down for so few people, and it made your heart sing that he’d let you and Nyla in.

Jake’s enthusiasm for Nyla’s nascent football career took a turn for the infuriating at her first game, however. What was meant to be a chill Saturday morning in Regent’s Park had your jaw on the ground before you buried your head in your hands in frustration, since your husband treated your daughter’s Under-4 football game as if it were the championship match of the World Cup.

It was horrifying in your opinion. Not only did Jake yell from the sidelines to coach Nyla, he nearly picked a fight with the poor uni student refereeing their game, topping it all off by swearing loudly in Spanish every time they “missed a play”. Which was often, because you know, they were toddlers.

The first game you’d been overwhelmed with shock and terror at your husband’s behavior. The next time, you tried to give Jake a task to distract him. You asked him to film the game so as to add it to your home video collection of Nyla’s childhood, wanting to commemorate her first season playing a sport like any good parent. Unfortunately, that backfired too, and now you had Jake swearing like a sailor at a group of three-year-olds on tape for posterity.

Today was another gameday, and you knew this time you’d have to confront him about it head on. That’s why when Nyla bounded out of the car and asked to walk to the pitch with her friend Abby and her parents, you let her. You needed to talk to your husband alone. Also, it was your week to bring the snacks for the team, so given that, plus your bump, the chairs, and not to mention all of Nyla’s football kit she conveniently left in the car, you and Jake were going nowhere fast.

“How are you feeling mamacita?” he asked you, carrying the tray of orange slices that Steven dutifully cut up the night before. Jake had a firm claim on Nyla’s game days, but his other alters tried to contribute too when they could.

“I’m alright,” you told him, making slow progress across the car park to where the pitches were. “This boy is getting big.”

“Well, just take it easy,” he admonished you. Jake’s worrying over your wellbeing and your unborn son was so damn charming that you almost forgot about laying down the ground rules for today’s game.

“Thank you, hun. You know what would be a big help?”

“Cualquier cosa para tí,” Jake averred. Famous last words.

“The worst thing for the baby right now is stress,” you began cautiously. “And it would greatly reduce my stress levels if you weren’t as much of an active participant during the game today.”

“What do you mean?” He followed up. Oh God, he didn’t get it. You prayed he was playing dumb.

“Your yelling on the sidelines? Think you could dial it back today? If not for my sake, for Nyla’s?”

Jake scoffed, “I don’t yell.”

You stopped dead in your tracks. “Jake Lockley.”

“Qué quieres decir? I’m cheering her on!” he claimed.

“By swearing in Spanish at a bunch of little kids?”

“They can’t understand it,” he muttered.

“You don’t know that,” you countered, “and that’s neither here nor there. I can understand it, and Nyla can understand enough of it.”

“Bien, bien,” he grumbled in surrender, “Estaré callado hoy.”

“Gracias Papi,” you rewarded him with a chaste kiss, “I will admit, it’s pretty impressive. You watch the game like they’re pros.”

“Because I care about her,” he offered, a little wounded from your admonition. Everyone who said women were more sensitive than men were liars. And probably men.

“I know honey, and it’s so sweet,” you comforted him, “and I hate to remind you, but you’re not at Wembley.”

Jake gave you a sidelong, suggestive glance. “Do I get a reward for good behavior today?”

“Is carrying your baby again not enough of a reward?” you shot back.

That quieted him down until you joined the other parents on the sidelines. Miraculously, despite Jake’s sideline antics the past few weeks, everyone greeted you politely. Before you eased down into the portable fabric chair Jake had set up for you, Abby’s mom, also known as your friend Charlotte, asked if you wanted to walk to get coffee at a nearby stand since the kiddos were still warming up.

“Checking in on you mumma,” she elucidated once you were out of earshot of your husbands.

“I’m good,” you chirped.

Charlotte shot you a look that told you she wasn’t buying it.

“Okay fine,” you resigned, “my back hurts like a bitch because I’m huge again, all I want are prawn cocktail crisps and I hate myself for it because they’re disgusting, Nyla nearly took my leg out when she jumped into our bed this morning, oh and I’m nursing my husband’s bruised ego because I told him he can’t scream at literal children during his daughter’s football game.”

Charlotte laughed, “Now that's what I’m talking about!”

You two had reached the front of the line for coffee. You got a herbal tea since you’d already reached your pregnancy coffee limit for the day and Charlotte placed her order as well as insisted on paying, which was kind of her.

“‘Course,” she effaced when she beat you by tapping her phone on the stand’s ApplePay reader. “You brought the oranges today. I still can’t believe you wanted to be in the snack mum rotation, I would’ve deffo played the pregnancy card.”

“Well, I did want to,” you shrugged while you both headed back to the pitch.

“Such a one-kid mum,” she chided you playfully.

“Not for much longer,” you reminded her, “might as well enjoy it while I can.”

“Did you really tell Jake he can’t shout on the sidelines?” Charlotte inquired.

“Yes!” you averred. “Someone had to! I can’t believe the other parents talked to us just now after how he’s been acting.”

“Because you have a fit husband, babes,” Charlotte pointed out. “Honestly, I bet the other mums have been enjoying Jake’s latin passion on the pitch, it’s quite the change of pace from their boring, vanilla British hubbies.”

“That’s true,” you admitted. “But even latin passion runs its course, trust me.”

You returned to the sideline, taking your seat next to Jake, who was sitting for once during the kid’s kickoff.

You had to give him some credit, you supposed, Jake tried to contain himself. He was well-behaved at the start of the game, politely clapping and calling “let’s go Nyla!” at a respectable volume.

You two waved at your daughter from the field, who was proudly sporting the pigtail braids you’d done for her that morning and looking so stinking cute in her little uniform. Naturally, your phone came out of your purse so you could snap a few photos.

Everything was going well during the first quarter (the little ones played quarters instead of halves due to their preschool attention spans) until the ref called a ball out of bounds.

Reflexively, Jake sprung to his feet and hollered “Come on ref! They didn’t kick it out! Fue ese chico agresivo en el otro equipo–ay Dios mio, tiene ojos?”

You tugged on the corner of his leather jacket with a harshly whispered “Jake.”

“Lo siento,” he mumbled and took his seat once again. “But clearly that kid who’s been throwing elbows this whole time–”

“I don’t care,” you hissed. “They’re three.”

“That kid is at least five.”

You rolled your eyes instead of dignifying his accusation with a verbal response. It baffled you that Jake was able to even somewhat discern what was going on. To you, these games consisted of the kids from both teams just chasing the ball up and down the field in an amorphous swarm for forty minutes. Usually, at least one kid would break away from the pack to pick at the grass. Or their nose.

Jake didn’t have another incident until the end of the second quarter, when one of Nyla’s teammates scored in their own goal. He was up on his feet swearing so quickly it took you a second to register what was going on.

“Joder! Este juego es una broma, donde esta el arbitro? Puta de madre –”

It was then that Jake caught you glaring at him, the severity in your eyes causing him to flush. “Yo sè. Pero, nena–”

“Don’t nena me,” you cut him off. “Come give me a hand, it’s almost snack time and we need to get everything ready.”

Your husband cooperated immediately, and while you unpacked the juice boxes from the cooler for Nyla and her teammates, you did catch a couple of the posh North London mums staring at Jake like he was a piece of steak. You chuckled to yourself, you and your husband were incredibly secure in your relationship, but it was amusing to discover that Charlotte’s hunch was correct.

Soon the ref blew their whistle and ten little uniformed rascals sprinted over to where you and Jake had unpacked the orange slices, granola bars, and juice boxes.

“Did you see me?” Nyla asked Jake while she gulped down her juice. You tried to sneak some water in there too but were unsuccessful. She was lucky her little brother limited your movement for the time being.

“Por supuesto princesa,” he assured her. “You were great out there!”

“You were barely yelling,” she pointed out. Great, now Nyla was used to her father's batshit sideline antics.

“That’s because Daddy was working on his sportsmanship,” you provided before Jake could get a word in.

“Even though you might not hear me, cariño, just remember what Papi taught you…”

“Mándenlos al infierno!” your daughter recited. You gaped in shock, whether it was more over the war cry that came out of your three-year-old and the fact your husband taught her the phrase.

“We don’t say that,” you objected. You sent a death glare towards Jake then eased down onto your knees to get eye-level with Nyla. “Remember what Coach Harris says, sportsmanship is more important than the score.”

“Mierda,” Jake scoffed under his breath.

You ignored him for the time being, opting to kiss your girl on the cheek instead. “Have fun baby, and just make sure you’re being a good sport, okay?”

The whistle blew, signaling it was time for the players to circle back with their coaches. Nyla seemed to have heard at least part of what you said, because as she jogged back across the field, she was compelled to remind you, “I’m not a baby!”

Your husband helped you up once more and as soon as you were standing, you fired at him, “It’s one thing to yell at her games, but can you please not teach my daughter to give them hell?”

“Why are you worried about me, hm?” Jake confronted you. “What, are you scared of what these fancy fucks might think?”

“Not one bit,” you parried. “I’m more concerned about the example we’re setting for our child. Because she's not actually playing football to win, we put her in this for her to learn teamwork, discipline and have a new experience.”

“Yo sé todo de eso, but I’m the one who would pick her up from practice and her coach told me that she’d sit on the sidelines scared to death when they’d scrimmage.”

“You never told me that,” you accused him, your heart dropping at the revelation.

“Well, because I wanted to handle it,” Jake confessed. “You’re supermom, and I’m only one-third of her father, and this was something I knew I could do. So yeah, we’d practice on our own and I wanted her to build some confidence, that’s all.”

You bit back tears (thanks pregnancy hormones!) at his words. It all made perfect sense. Why he taught her the colorful language, and why Jake spouted his own on the sidelines. Your husband was making sure Nyla felt supported and was trying to dismantle her fear about getting up and competing in his signature Jake way.

Almost everyone knows that the secret to a long-lasting marriage is compromise. So you proposed one at that moment, “I won’t stop you from getting into the game honey, but just…no swearing, okay? Please?”

“Bien nena,” he accepted your terms, pulling you in for a quick kiss. “Besides, wouldn’t want to disappoint my audience.”

He covertly glanced at the uptight posh mums of Nyla’s teammates. He was aware of them too. It made you laugh and roll your eyes, and the whistle sounded again to start the next quarter.

“Help me sit down again?” you entreated Jake.

“Si mami,” he murmured, offering his arms for you to brace your weight on as you lowered back down into the chair.

Jake even took his seat next to you, linking in his hand in your for a blissful few minutes, until he popped back up again to cheer Nyla and her team on.