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midgardianweasley · 3 years

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I beg you with my life, PLEEAAAASE can we have a Natasha x female reader where Reader comes back from a one month mission and sneaks into the compound to surprise Natasha who’s sitting in the living room with Tony. He sees reader sneaking up on her and all he says is “Natasha, do me a favor and don’t move.” As she’s very confused, reader jumps from behind her and wraps her arms around her red head. JUST FLUFF FOR DAYS!! (I will forever be in debt with you if you do this request!)😭🙏🥺🥰

of course! I hope it's okay love. I also thought this request would be the perfect way to apologise for my angst earlier lmaoo<33

I’m back!

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N returns from a month-long mission, eager to see her girlfriend. Though her girlfriend literally doesn’t see her coming.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Pureeee fluff

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Requests are open <3

“God, I can’t wait to get back and shower. I feel disgusting.” Clint announced to the other team members in the quinjet. Everyone tiredly nodding their heads in agreement.

Steve, Sam, Wanda, and Clint, alongside you, had spent the last month trying to infiltrate one of the HYDRA bases in Siberia. The sole intent being to take back stolen records and information about some military weapons that they were planning on using to invade other countries. It was supposed to be a simple ‘in and out’ job, a week, max. However, when you all saw that the base was more heavily guarded than expected, you all knew immediately that it wouldn’t be the case.

“Well, I’m pretty sure Y/N here is gonna be making a beeline for her girlfriend.” Sam nudged you with his elbow, a smirk plastered on his face. A blush crept up to your cheeks, reddening in slight embarrassment.

As it turns out, a month away from Natasha hadn’t done wonders for you. She wasn’t able to come on this mission, having to stay and hunt through files with some of the SHIELD agents at headquarters. Of course you were fully capable of being away from each other, but it had been at least 4 weeks now, 3 more than expected. You had missed her. To be honest, hearing the news that you’d be heading home today filled you with more happiness than knowing you’d retrieved the stolen files.

“Uh huh, don’t make me cut off those wings, Falcon.” You narrowed your eyes playfully towards him as you gave him the completely empty threat, still, he raised his hands in surrender, making the rest of the team snigger at your antics.

With hearing the quiet hum of the quinjet and murmurs of small talk coming from your team, you sat with a content smile, feeling your eyelids beginning to flutter shut, finally able to relax knowing that in no time at all, you’d be back in Natasha’s arms.

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“Hey, Y/N, wake up”

Groaning slightly, your eyes slowly opened once again, squinting as they adjusted back to the bright lights. Once they’d focused a bit more, you took in the fact that Wanda was standing in front of you, her hand resting on your shoulder as she held a relaxed smile.

“We’re back.” She tilted her head as she encouraged you to look to your left, seeing the familiar building only a small walk away. The sight instantly filled you with energy, nothing except excitement now running through your veins.

With a quick smile sent in Wanda’s direction, you jumped from your seat and started to rush off, leaving the team in the dust as they laughed among themselves.

“She’s like a puppy.”

“She’s in loveee” Clint responded to Steve’s comment

“Leave her be, at least she’s happy.” Wanda piped in after catching up with the others, watching you run up to the doors of the compound, with absolutely no care in the world.

They enjoyed seeing you so full of life. It was nice to witness, especially after missions like the one they’d just gone on, where everyone is left exhausted and burnt out. You were tired too, of course, but you’d always tried to keep spirits high and moods lifted. It was something the team admired about you, Nat especially. She always loved coming home after a mission or just a day out and knowing that you’d be there to welcome her back.

It was almost routine that after an intense mission, you’d both take the evening off to spend time together and let the stress of the day roll off your backs. The two of you would often take a long shower together, just to feel close to one another and take the time to wash each other’s hair, engaging in the occasional stolen kiss and wrap up in towels afterwards.

You’d both stand in front of your bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth and making silly faces at the other and the sink was always guaranteed to be covered in toothpaste afterwards. It was a treasured time together. Time that you and Natasha had missed dearly in your absence. Not for much longer though.

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Walking up the last set of stairs, you peeked round each doorway, hoping to catch a glimpse of some short red hair belonging to your girlfriend, not a middle aged SHIELD agent who was getting himself coffee. Ooops.

It wasn’t long before you heard some muffled chatter coming from the main seating room in the building, where most people went to hang out when they had nothing else to do, or have their movie nights. You hadn’t paid much attention, until you heard a familiar voice, laced with a slight russian accent speak close by, causing your stomach to fill with the same butterflies you felt on the day you met her.

You stepped forward, careful to not make too much of a sound in the hopes to surprise her, not entirely certain about how it would go down considering she’s a trained spy. However, hope was ignited when you saw Tony Stark talking to her, knowing he’d go along with your plan.

It wasn’t long before he noticed you in the doorway, quick to see that you’d raised a finger to your lips, silently telling him to not reveal that you were there. He didn’t even need to say a word as he turned back to Natasha with an overly concerned look on his face, taking note of how close you were getting.

“And then Fury was saying that we’d been looking through the wrong-”

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds great.” You had to cover your mouth at his interruption so you wouldn’t burst into laughter and blow your cover, fully able to picture the look on Nat’s face right now. “I need you to do something for me.”

“Okay?”

“Don’t move a muscle.” She listened, but you could see her back noticeably tense up at the request, instantly defensive at what was behind her. Oh boy.

Taking this as your que, you hurried the last few steps, coming up right behind her and threw your arms around her neck, burying your face into her neck in the process as you let out giggles you’d been holding for minutes previous.

It took her a minute to process, almost jumping out of her skin at the contact, but she soon relaxed when she realised who it was, her hand coming up to run through your hair that was all over the place.

“Hi baby.” She smiled.

“Hi. I’m back.”

“I see this. Gotta say, this is one of my favourite surprises.” You both leaned in for a kiss, only a breath away when you heard someone purposely clear their throat.

“Hi, hello, one, you’re welcome for the surprise Romanoff, I’d like some artistic credit, thank you.” Nat rolled her eyes. “Second, it’s great to have you back, but respectfully, please get a room.”

With one last exaggerated sigh, the pair of you walked out the room, Natasha tugging her hand into yours and holding on tightly, fully appreciating having you back home with her. She turned to face you, emerald eyes sparkling as they met yours, whispering a question that’s plagued her mind since you walked in.

“So, shower?”

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chososheart · 3 years

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What would it be like watching squid game with Eren? Or just movies in general. Also, what would his favorite be?🤔

Hi!! tysm for asking me this!!

spoilers for: squid game, and parasite!!

Watching squid game with Eren would be a ride lmaoo

episode one:

He’d HEAVILY dislike the mc, just from how he treats his mom. He’d call him ‘lazy’ and say ‘this is why you’re broke’ every time he’d waste unnecessary amounts of money; especially after he stole from his mom’s credit/debit card.

He’d spend the majority of episode one just complaining about the mc until they got to play the first game. That’s when his interest grew. When he saw the first person get shot he let out the biggest gasp and didn’t utter a word until the episode ended. His eyes were locked on the tv and even your screams, begging characters to move, or to stand still—weren’t enough to break his attention from the screen.

episode two:

He didn’t take the voting they agreed to do seriously at all. He thought, “of course the games are gonna continue.”

When the guards announced the amount of money they had won, just from ‘green light, red light’ he said, “oh, Gi-hun’s gonna eat this up.” And he muttered, “fucking dumbass.” When gi-hun voted against the game.

when the old man had to vote, he was sure he’d vote for them to continue the game. He screamed, “WHAT?” When everyone got sent home.

episode three:

Mans was sweating BUCKETS.

He excused sang-woo’s selfish behavior on the honeycomb game, because, “He probably wasn’t 100% sure that’s what they were gonna play. It was safer to stay quiet.”

He found himself rooting for the mc, and though he knew he couldn’t die this early on, he still couldn’t rip his eyes off the screen.

episode six:

Every excuse he made for sang-woo up until episode 6 was LONG GONE. When Ali opened the bag and saw that Sang-woo had replaced his marbles with pebbles, he stood up and walked around the living room while shaking his head. “No way, bro, no way.”

Up until then, Sang-woo was probably his favorite character, one he wanted to win. He thought Sang-woo was strategic, smart, and deserved to win…not anymore LMAOO

The way Sae-byeok and Ji-yeong played the marble game made him anxious. He thought they were both gonna run out of time and end up dying together. After sae-byeok told Ji-yeong what she planned to do with the money, he knew who would die. But a few tears still slid down his cheeks when sae-byeok said, “do you think I’ll be thankful?” And he was BALLING when Ji-yeong said, “Kang Sae-byeok, thanks for playing with me.”

episode seven:

He found Mi-nyeo annoying, but funny. He’d get second-hand embarrassment from her and would look away every time she caused a scene or was rejected by other people. When he saw she was still alive by episode 7 he rolled his eyes but laughed when she bragged about being the ‘weakest link’.

He claimed he knew which glass was tempered and which one wasn’t.

He screamed at the tv and called everyone stupid because “you can literally see which one it is.” He got real quiet after a character fell to their death when they jumped on the glass he swore was “obviously tempered.”

“No fucking way, dude, you gotta be fucking kidding me,” he said, when he saw sae-byeok hold her stomach after the glass blew up. he threw his head back against the couch and covered his face with his hands when he saw her dig out the glass in her stomach.

episode eight:

When the mc left sae-byeok to get help, and Sang-woo took that as an opportunity to kill her… his eyes were about to pop out of his skull.

He paused the show. “One thing is tricking someone in a game to get your life spared, the other is to get your hands dirty by killing them when they’re already dying,” he said, after sitting in silence for a while. That’s when he physically felt his heartbreak and when sang-woo’s imagine was stained with no return.

episode nine:

The beginning of episode 9 was just him yelling at the mc to kill sang-woo. And him saying “I don’t care. He deserved it.” When sang-woo killed himself. Not an ounce of sympathy. He felt beyond betrayed by him.

He cried again when sae-byeok’s little brother asked about her.

He screamed, “I KNEW IT.” when the old man revealed he was behind it all. Your, “no you didn’t, Eren.” Only made him furrow his brows. “Yes, I did. I didn’t share it with you because you wouldn’t understand.”

“Get in the fucking plane,” he yelled after the mc called the number on the card. He didn’t like that after everything that happened, he still prioritized a bunch of strangers over his loved ones. He understands where he’s coming from but doesn’t agree with it.

when he finished watching it:

He overall liked the show and how every character changed from who they were at the beginning. He liked that those who kept their humanity were killed by those who didn’t.

He also liked that they showed how much a game like that impacted the mc. He lost his daughter, mom, friends, and for what? He loved his development but was annoyed he forgot about his promise with sae-byeok for a whole year.

favorite movies:

Eren’s favorite movies would be movies like Parasite, Get out, or Us. Movies you have to watch over and over again, to look for clues and understand. He loves them because it makes him feel smart LMAOO

He’ll talk about how many chairs there were at the beginning of the parasite, vs near the end, as if he was the smartest man in the world.

He looks up little details about those movies on Reddit or those “things you missed while watching parasite.” YouTube videos.

He stays up the whole night after watching those thrillers because of how blown his mind was. Parasite kept him up all night after watching it; because of the message. It freaked him out just how accurate it was. And the more he watched it, the more it terrified him.

I don’t see him liking horror. I feel like he’d enjoy thrillers a lot more. He’d be down to watch a horror film once in a while but it wouldn’t be one of his favorites, yk? He likes the rush of phycological thrillers, how realistic they are, and how much it makes him think afterward.

!! eren’s opinion on each character, and their death !!

!! eren, mikasa, and armin in squid game !!

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toomanyfandoms02 · 3 years

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Shameless // Fred Weasley

Summary - The gang challenges Fred and the Reader to fluster eachother after each being called shameless.

Word Count - 1.7k

I'm not gonna lie this was hot LMAOO

Fred and I were often compared to eachother. These were usually the words we were called

Outgoing

Spontaneous

Idiots

Humorous

Shameless

Pranksters

Delinquents

These were said by a mixture of people, but most knew us as best friends. I marched the halls with the twins every day, but everyone knew I was a just a little closer to Fred. There was just some connection there. A connection lots of people took out of context.

Sure, we flirted, but I flirt with a lot of people. Theres another word we were called, flirts! Though this had a good majority of my friends convinced that we were in love. It was at the point where people openly talked about it in front of us.

*"Nice ass Weasley!" I shouted as I entered the Great Hall. This drew a few eyes towards me, snickering. Fred turned around and looked to me, gesturing to his bum.*

*"Oh this old thing? Nothing compared to yours." I licked my finger and made a sizzle sound. Everyone was right, we really had no shame.*

And that's what my friends were on about at the moment. A big group of us were sitting in the Gryffindor common room. This included Harry, Hermione, Ron, the twins, Seamus, Dean, Angelina, and Ginny.

"You two flirt all the time without getting all ruffled. How do you do it?" Ginny asked.

"I don't know, it's just how we are I guess." I shrugged to Fred as I answered. He nodded in agreement.

"Matter of fact, I don't think I've ever seen either of you flustered." Dean butted in.

"I say we change that." George said with a simple nod. Fred looked at him with furrowed brows. "I say we challenge them!" It was clear that not one person in the room knew what George was on about, so he continued. "Alright see, I give them 3 days to see who can fluster who first. One of us has to see it though, to know it happened. Can the unflusterables fluster one another you think?" Georges arms were crossed at his chest cockily.

"I think that's a brilliant idea." Hermione agreed.

"That's easy, I'll totally win. I have no shame, no embarrassment." Fred announced with glee.

"We will see about that." I smiled at him with one eyebrow raised.

*Oh its on.*

After barely an hour of thinking about this whole challenge alone in my dorm, I realized that I walked myself right into failure. It wasnt that I though Fred could win, it was that I *knew* I would lose. In the way that I had never really charmed any boy. I didn't have anything up my sleeve. I was really just going to have to wing it.

That being said, Fred was quite the charmer. It was hilarious watching 1st years see him for the first time and swoon over him. Pulling girls in with simple winks and little waves across the room.

But now it was dinner time, so I see this as round one to this weird challenge George has concocted.

I made sure to make my way into the Great Hall nearly unnoticed, walking in with a sea of other students. I immediately spotted Fred and made a beeline towards him. Some of the group spotted me but said nothing, letting me go with my improvised plan.

I stood right behind Fred, reaching my hand into his hair and running my fingers though it. He turned his head slightly to see me.

"Hello love." He smiled at me sweetly. I continued, wrapping my arms around his neck lightly and leaning down so my chin was rested on his shoulder.

"You're hair is so soft." He turned his face to mine, our noses almost bumping.

"Thanks sweet cheeks." He put a small kis on my nose which made me smile, sitting next to him after.

"Nothing? Really? No blushy cheeks, or stuttered speech?" Angelina was flabbergasted clearly, her hands gesturing wildly in the air as she spoke.

"I honestly don't know if it's possible." George shrugged. "I just thought it would be interesting if it was."

"Oh I've got plans don't worry, this sexy ass will be blushing to the moon and back when I'm done with her." Fred looked down to me, smirking. He gave a challenging face.

"I know your deepest darkest secrets Weasley. Don't test me." I raised my eyebrow cockily as the whole group just stared puzzled.

"I wish I could talk to Cho like that." Harry huffed, earning a laugh from most of the group. (Aside from Ginny, who I was quick to tap her hand under the table at the comment. She had told me weeks ago how agonizing she felt.)

Later that night a good portion of the gang was hanging out in the common room again. I had just walked through the entryway and saw Fred sitting on the couch. As soon as we made eye contact he patted his lap. All heads whipped my way. I walked over and sat right on his lap, making myself comfortable. He grabbed my face lightly and put a small kiss on my jaw.

"Where were you love, we missed you." The few first years that had joined whatever conversation was going on looked as if they were going to be sick.

"Just went on a walk handsome." Everyone shook their heads with disappointed looks.

"Nothing, seriously?" Hermione laughed in disbelief. The youngins asked about the situation and it was explained to them. They all giggled about it for a while as we watched. Soon Fred was leaned very close to my ear.

"You should just give up now beautiful, you know you're going to lose." He whispered ever so lightly in my ear. I pushed his face away from mine so his ear was towards me.

"Really cute of you to think so." I whispered back. That was the last we spoke that night seeing as it was 10 pm.

I woke up the next morning hearing giggles from Hermione and Angelina. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. They got very quite as they saw me waking up.

"What are you two up to?" They looked down at the books they had in their hands, ignoring me. Just then I heard our shared bathroom open, seeing Fred come out wearing only a towel hanging low on his waist. I looked him up and down with a smile. "Not bad Weasley. Working out lately?"

I would never admit it outloud, but this one almost got me. He's only in a damn towel. I mean come on, everyone found Fred attractive.

Right?

"Yeah. Maybe you can try this whole thing in my dorm later? Maybe surprise me?" He winked and left the room quickly.

"Hey! Get your arse back here, that's my towel!" The girls followed us close behind, peaking out of the door to watch us in the hallway between the rest of the dorms.

"Oh you want it back? Her you go love." He pulled it right off his body and handed it to me. I knew if I closed my eyes, or covered them, they would count it as a loss for me. So I just maintained eye contact with him and yanked it from his hands. "Nervous?" He squinted at me. Man was the boy lucky there was not one else in these halls at 6 am.

"Never." I replied with a smile and turned away, walking back into the dorm. "Nice try ladies!" I dropped the towel in our hamper and they fell back onto Hermiones bed with a loud groan.

Later that day Hermione, Fred, George, me, Dean and Seamus had free time in Care of Magical Creatures.

"He was literally naked in front of her and she didn't even blink." Mione deadpanned.

"Maybe it's because shes seen it before." Fred elbowed my side.

"You wish." I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe I do." He stared daggers into my eyes.

"At this point I feel like even if you guys made out nothing would happen." George shrugged. This gave everyone a collective evil smile.

"Oh are we doing that now?" I asked as nonchalant as possible. Even with my heart racing a mile a second. Fred looked at me with confusion. "Unless you're too pussy." That wiped the confusion off his face.

"Nope." He grabbed my face and pulled it inches from his.

"I'm just going to warn you, I've never kissed, let alone made out with, a boy before. So I apologize in advance." I laugh-whispered to him, pushing my lips onto his. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him closer, running my hands through his hair.

His hand traced my jaw with one hand and the other was gripped to my hair.

"Pretty good for never kissing anyone, you sure you arent lying?" He said quietly in between kisses.

"I would never lie to you." He took my open mouth as an opportunity to use his tongue and deepen the kiss. I was ready to give up at this point, this boy was unknowingly ruining me. "Would you ever lie to me?" More questions between kisses.

"Never."

"You like me don't you?" His nose bumped with mine at the question. Starting to kiss up my jaw near my ear.

"Of course love." He laughed lightly, pulling back from the kiss. We turned back to the group which was a mixture of disgust, confusion, and knowing glances.

"Seemed like a lot of whispers for just making out don't you think?" Georges arms were crossed over his chest. We both shrugged.

"Sometimes friends just make out." I admitted, which was a very obvious lie.

"So you would make out with me then?" George challenged. Fred grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him with a glare to George.

"I think I won in a different way than anticipated." George smirked. "So are you guys going to get together or what?" Everyone nodded.

"Was that what this bullshit was about?" Fred asked loudly.

"Yeah of course. Two dimwits you are, walked right into it." Hermione shook her head. Fred grabbed my hand and squeezed it, making me blush furiously.

"I win!" He pointed to my heated cheeks.

"Shut up ares hole." I elbowed his side lightly.

"It didnt even take 3 days!" George cheered.

*Boy are we going to have some stories when we get older.*

#fred weasley fic #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley #weasley twins #harry potter #harry potter fanfic #harry potter imagine

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blazedgraysons · 3 years

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babe can u bless us w some new years smut w papi gray ?

oml i’m sorry it took me so long to finish this but of course, angel!! lmaoo let’s start the new year out with some hate sex with gray.

warnings: so i guess the words papi gray triggered something in me because i don’t really know what this is anymore. anyways hatefucking, a smidge of choking, some dirty talk and the return of my fave: cocky fuckboy grayson. anyways hope you like it bby <333

New Year’s had never been your favorite holiday. Too many blacked-out people in a bar, all with high hopes for the year that come quickly crashing down the next day along with their hangovers. Plus, it doesn’t help that you’ve been puked on two NYEs in a row.

It wasn’t like you had a personal vendetta against the holiday, just the older you got, the more you wanted to spend New Years' at home. So you ended up creating your own traditions: Indian food, shitty beer, and rewatching your favorite chick flicks.

This is why you were so surprised to find yourself outside of a huge party this year. Your two best friends had dragged you with them, explaining how they didn’t want to ring in New Year’s without you.

“I look like a disco ball.” You groan as the three of you walk in, Ali and Stella confidently leading the way.

“You look hot.” Ali assures, smiling in what you figure is supposed to be a comforting way. She had been the one to invite the two of you tonight, and a part of you feels bad for your miserable attitude, knowing that she just wanted to spend time with you.

“Warning: Dolan at 3 O’Clock.” Your other friend, Stella, whispers into her red solo cup, and you can feel your bad mood return. Turning your head slightly, you can see Grayson Dolan walking in with his entourage, already acting as if he owns the room.

You can hear Ali snapping at Stella, reminding her how they agreed not to point him out tonight, but all you can focus on is how arrogant Grayson looked.

The two of you had never gotten along, a wrong first date leaving each other permanently on the other’s shit list. Despite your disdain for another, the two of you ran in the same friend group, so you saw each other more often than you like. At this point, everyone knew to keep you two far away from each other unless they wanted a whole night of insults, fighting, and yelling.

“Remind me why you two hate each other again? It’s been like two years.” Stella asks nonchalantly, tilting her head as she holds up her drink.

“We just do. He was a dick on our date. Some people aren’t meant to get along.”

“Aw, you two just need to kiss and makeup.” Ali coos, fixing your hair.

“More like fuck and makeup. So what if you had a bad date. The two of you still have this weird sex thing that needs to be figured out.” Stella interjects.

“I do not-“ Your friends start laughing at your loud objection, watching as your face grows hot in embarrassment.

“I do not want to fuck him!” You hiss, hiding your face from nosy onlookers.

“Why not? I would; he’s fucking hot.” Stella whispers, gesturing over to him. All three of you look over at where he’s standing against the kitchen counter, laughing loudly with his group of friends.

You hated to admit it, but she was right: he really was super attractive. He’s simply dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, denim jacket finishing everything off. It’s nothing special, but you hate the fact that he still somehow managed to look better than everyone else here.

He looks over, smirking when he sees your little group staring at him. All three of you turn away, doing a horrible job at trying to look inconspicuous. Your back is turned towards him as you fix your hair and smoothing out your dress. Ali’s eyes light up suddenly, and she’s whispering to Stella before turning back to you.

“Stella has to pee; we’ll be right back.” She rushes out while dragging Stella to the nearest bathroom. Before you can protest, Grayson’s taking their spot.

He’s chewing his gum obnoxiously, and you can’t help the way your eyes focus on how his jaw moves with every bite.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here tonight, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I was just leaving. Decided it’s not really for me anymore.” You get out, moving past him to walk to the door. You figured you can just call an Uber and text your two friends you were feeling sick. Before you can make it past, he grabs your arm to stop you.

“C’mon, it’s the last day of the year. Can’t you be nice to me just for tonight?” He asks, eyes shining with mischief.

“ Don’t you have some other girl to mess with?” You yank your wrist back, walking off as he follows you.

“Why? You jealous.” He asks, and you know that arrogant smirk is painted on his face.

“Over you? Hardly.” You keep moving until he says something that has you stopping in your tracks.

“Did you wear that dress for me tonight?” Your jaw clenches, annoyance washing over your body. However, you figure two can play this game, so you turn around, walking towards him with a flirtatious expression on your face. He’s looking down at you, appreciating the way your attitude has done a complete 180. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring his face towards yours, leaning in as if you’re going to kiss him.

“Fuck you.” You whisper, mouth millimeters away from his. You turn away, turning to look at him over your shoulder one last time. The irritated expression on his face and his clenched jaw should’ve warned you that you were playing with fire. Still, you simply keep walking forward, choosing to look for Ali and Stella.

Maybe you could stay a little longer to see how this plays out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fuck Grayson Dolan.

At this point, you weren’t sure if you were angrier at him or if you actually wanted to fuck him.

All you know is he was pushing every last button.

It started with constant flirting - just with everyone else besides you. You knew Grayson was a tease, but you swore he had given every girl at this party his signature charming smile. The one that screamed, 'I'm Grayson Dolan, and you're the only one here for me.' You had pretended like you hadn’t seen red when he leaned down to whisper a joke in some girl's ear, winking at you when he notices the way your eyes had narrowed and your lips were puckered.

It only got worse when he decided he needed a refill on his drink, coming up to where you were standing in the hallway. He slyly placed his hands low on your waist, pressing up against you to squeeze by even though you both knew that there was more than enough space.

You were in the middle of debating on whether or not you should finally leave for good this time, figuring you shouldn’t have to subject yourself to this torture when you still have leftover takeout in your fridge.

“Hey, we need to talk to you. Can you meet us in the upstairs bedroom in like 5 minutes?” Ali appears out of nowhere, blonde curls messed up as if she’s been running her hands nervously through her hair. Stella just nods casually, and you look at the two of them suspiciously.

“What are you two planning?” You ask.

“Nothing! Upstairs. Five minutes!” Ali assures, kissing you on the cheek before walking off again. You can tell she’s drunk, smelling the lingering vodka shots on her breath. However, curiosity gets the better of you, and after five minutes, you’re slowly walking up the stairs.

“Ali? Stel?” You call out, getting nothing in response. You keep walking until you reach the end of the hallway, closed door in front of you. You open it, greeted with the sight of Grayson in front of you.

“What the fuck?” You both exclaim, the door closing behind you. You jangle the door handle, cursing under your breath when you realize it’s locked.

“We’re not letting you out until you guys kiss!” Ali calls out.

“You guys got 20 minutes until midnight.” Stella laughs, both still holding the door tightly to keep you from breaking through.

“Oh my God, we’re not fucking 12. This isn’t 7 minutes in heaven.”

“Less talking, more frenching!” Ali yells, giggling loudly as her heels slowly click away.

You roll your eyes, “You two are the fucking worst.” You kick the door before sliding down against it, tilting your head against the door.

“Your friends are weird.” are the first words out of Grayson’s mouth, and you roll your eyes.

“They mean well, they’re just really … stupid sometimes.”You get back up to your feet and start knocking on the door, hitting it with your palms, anything that could hopefully get a passerby’s attention.

“Can you stop banging on the door? It’s annoying.” Grayson mumbles out from where he’s sitting up on the bed after five minutes of your obnoxious knocking.

“I’m sorry, did you want to spend New Year’s locked in here with one another. I’m trying to get out.”

He leans back down on the bed, covering his eyes with his arms. “You realize it’s locked; we’re stuck in here. No one’s coming up here for a while.”

You hate to admit it, but you know he’s right. With only 20 minutes until midnight, everyone’s going to be downstairs, not wanting to miss the main event. You walk over to the dresser, sitting on top of it as you pull out your phone to find someone to text for an emergency rescue.

“We really should just sleep with one another.”

You nearly drop your phone in your lap from his sudden outburst. “I think that’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.”

“Why not? I think you’re hot; I know you think I’m hot. Stop- don’t try to argue with me; I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. Let’s just get this over with; clear start to 2021.” He looks over at you, raising an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes, “I’m not sleeping with you Grayson.”

“What, scared you might actually like it?” He pushes himself up off the mattress and stalks over to where you’re seated on top of the dresser. You start to feel uncharacteristically timid, not knowing how to react under his dark gaze. You don’t say anything, just watching the way his eyes rake over your entire body slowly.

He takes a deep breath, “If I kiss you right now, will you let me?” You wait a second before throwing on caution to the wind, and nodding, deciding to give in to whatever tension is growing between you.

He leans down, softly kissing you before coming back to gauge your reaction.

“If you kiss anything like the way you fuck, this is gonna fucking suck.” You whisper, smiling at the way his face drops. He pulls you into him, forcing his lips onto yours roughly. It’s messy, teeth clashing into one another, noses bumping, and you love it. You didn’t want softness, you didn’t want intimacy, you wanted Grayson to let out everything he felt towards you.

He starts to roughly mark down your neck, leaving dark marks, and you whimper, desperately pulling his jacket off his shoulders. He leans back slightly, pulling his shirt over his head and your mouth falls slightly. You take in all the deep contours and ridges, not even missing the way he flexes briefly.

“Like what you see?” He rasps out, pants growing tighter at your open arousal.

“Just because we’re fucking doesn’t mean I’m another one of your fans. I still fucking hate you.” You pull your dress off and spread your legs slightly on the dresser. You mentally thank Ali for forcing you to skip wearing a bra because the way Grayson’s face zeros in on your bare tits has you whimpering softly. He moves even closer to you.

“Doesn’t seem like you hate me right now.” He whispers, eyes darkening at the dark spot growing on your underwear. His arms are on either side of your thighs as he’s standing in between your legs. You can feel the heat coming off from his body, close enough that you can pick up the subtle nerves in his energy under waves of excitement.

“Whatever.” You’re trying your hardest to remain unaffected, calm under his intense gaze. Still, between the lack of touch and the way he’s looking like he can’t figure out how he wants to ruin you first, you start to squirm.

He pulls roughly at your underwear; you watch as his biceps bulge until the fabric falls apart in his hands. Whatever facade of calmness you were trying to maintain flies out the window. You swallow deeply, eyes wide as he tosses the ruined underwear over his shoulder with a cocky smirk. The smug look on his face is enough for you to snap back to normal and return to your usual backtalk.

“Watch it, asshole. Those aren’t cheap.”

“Trust me, I’ll buy you two more to make up for it. Now shut up; you talk too much.” With that, he’s leaning down and sucking your clit hard.

You’re not quick to compliment Grayson, but you can admit he’s incredible at eating pussy. He genuinely sounds like he’s ready to die in between your legs, quietly groaning to himself with every suck and lick. Your breath hitches at the imagery, and he’s slowly licking up your slit, savoring the way you taste for him. He gives you a few more licks before he starts sucking at your clit again, and you can feel yourself growing closer.

“Fuck, Gray- I’m about to cu-“ Before you can finish, he’s pulling away and smiling up at you with shiny lips.

“Fuck you.” You practically spit out, and he just laughs shortly, amusement barely hidden in his face.

“Before I make you cum, I wanna hear you ask nicely.” He’s leaning into you again, lips hovering yours, mirroring the same position you had him in earlier. You push his shoulder, hoping to give you some distance, but he stays firmly planted in place.

“If you think I’m gonna beg for your sorry excuse of a dick -“

He cuts you off, fingers slipping inside you, and he starts curling his fingers, your back arching into his touch. With how close you were to your orgasm, you’re falling apart in a matter of seconds. You start whimpering out his name, and he stills all his movements, thumb hovering over your clit.

“Beg.” He demands, and neither of you misses the way you tightly clench around him from the change of tone in his voice.

You stare at him long until he lightly brushes your clit, reminding you of what you’re missing in your stubbornness. You sigh dramatically before swallowing your pride and saying:

“Grayson, fuck me.” He stares at you pointedly, and you sigh again.

“Please, Gray. Want you to fuck me, please.” You whisper. It’s not a lot, but he knows that’s probably the most he’s going to get out of you at this moment, so he just smiles proudly and starts moving his fingers again. The coil in your stomach starts to grow tighter, and your toes curl when you start cumming all of your fingers. You cry out, nails scratching down his stomach as he continues to move his hand to work you through your orgasm.

He leans back, sucking up everything on his fingers before unbuckling and taking his pants and underwear off. You were glad he had made you cum before because he was big, bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with before. He brushes his dick over your entrances a few times, tapping his dick lightly on your clit. You whimper slightly, and he winks, arrogant persona back in full force.

“You’re still a dick.” You whisper, no real sting to your words.

“Yeah, I know.” He strokes his dick lightly before sinking in, and both of you moan out from the initial feeling.

He starts snapping his hips relentlessly, not giving you time to adjust to his pace. Your eyes begin to roll back, only able to focus on the wood digging into your back, arm wrapped around your waist, and dick ramming roughly into you. You’re moaning out constantly, nothing able to come to mind to express how good he’s making you feel.

However, Grayson is starting to get frustrated, not satisfied with the way you’ve laid out in front of him. He picks you up, holding you close to him before dropping you carelessly on the bed. Before you can say anything, he’s twisting your body around, so you’re on all fours in front of him and is sliding back into you, taking you from behind. You’re arching underneath him, allowing him to reach you even deeper as you moan out. He’s practically fucking you into the mattress, and from your constant sounds and ass jiggling in front of him, he’s releasing a guttural groan.

He places an arm next to your head while wrapping a large hand around your throat, lightly cutting off your air. His body is entirely over yours, encasing your entire body in his large frame. It all starts to get to be too overwhelming, and your mind starts to go blank from the pleasure, pulling at the railings to get away from how hard he’s fucking into you while also leaning back into him to get more.

“Stop running; thought you wanted to see how good I can fuck you.” He moves his hand to slap your ass, and his dick jumps from the way you start squeezing around him. He rubbing your ass, ready to spank you again, when the both of you stop from loud screams coming below you. You both hear yells about countdowns and New Year’s and Grayson’s leaning down, rutting himself into you before whispering in your ear -

“How much you wanna bet I can get you to cum before midnight?”

10!

You didn’t think he could go any faster, but his movements pick up, hitting your g-spot with every movement of his hips.

He brushes his fingers against your lip, watching as you slowly take them into your mouth and start sucking. You don’t miss the way he lightly swears when you lightly nip at the pads of his fingers. “Fucking brat.” He mutters before he’s wrapping his hand around your throat again.

He moves his hand, going back up on his knees so he can hold you still as he keeps thrusting into you.

With the way he’s gripping your hips and pulling you back into him, you already know you’re gonna be bruised with his fingerprints on your hip tomorrow.

You start to fall forward, and all you can think about is how badly you want to cum.

He starts rubbing at your clit, and you swear you can feel him deep in your stomach, knowing that he’s going to be responsible for your limp tomorrow.

“If only I knew earlier that all I needed to do to get you to shut up was to fuck you properly” were the words coming out, and you hate yourself for moaning out louder at the way he says it.

You can tell he’s starting to get close by the way he starts slowing down, choosing to grind his hips slowly into you.

You haven’t stopped moaning, volume picking up until you’re practically sobbing into the pillow. You briefly think how grateful you are for the screaming in the living room when Grayson smacks your ass hard before groaning in your ear, “Fucking cum, Y/N.”

The tight feeling in your stomach snaps, and a small spurt of wetness releases, you squirting into his dick and thighs. You practically collapse forward, suddenly exhausted, and it only takes a few more thrusts before Grayson’s pulling out to cum on your lower back.

Happy New Year’s, Y/N.” He whispers in a cocky tone, pride in how he practically has you reduced to nothing underneath him.

He covers you in a blanket before getting dressed and walking back out to the party, not even bothering to hide his self-satisfied smirk when his friends ask him why he missed the ball drop.

#cole write something under 1k challenge #sorry this took forever #grayson dolan #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan drabble #grayson dolan blurb #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan x reader smut #dolan twins #dolan twins smut #dolan twins drabble #dolan twins blurb #dolan twins x reader #dolan twins x reader smut #blazedwritings

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atopearth · 3 years

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Brothers Conflict (Passion Pink) Part 5 - Asahina Subaru Route

Subaru bumping into Ema in the bathroom is a pretty funny scene, because he was definitely more shocked than her haha. Aww I love how appreciative Subaru was of Ema making Bento for lunch at the aquarium! He even thanked her for always waking up early to cook for them, that's really sweet of him. I think both Ema and Subaru wanting to immediately help that lost kid was really kind of them, also nice to know that apparently when Subaru was young, he got lost before and Tsubaki was desperately looking for him. I guess that's why Subaru is so kind, he seems like a really empathetic guy.

Maybe this is rude, but I honestly didn't think Subaru would be so popular with girls haha! He's such a shy guy, it didn't occur to me that he would have so many fans watching him play basketball, but I guess girls like guys who are good at sports so I shouldn't be too surprised. On the other hand, it was so cute how Ema kept calling Subaru amazing during his match and said it must be because he trains early in the morning every day whether it's raining or sunny. It was so adorable how Subaru got so embarrassed and didn't know what to say because she was so excitedly calling him amazing, and then got really happy knowing that Ema noticed all the hard work he put into his training. Lmaooo when Ema offered Subaru her lap (after he got sick from the rollercoaster) and he got all red and embarrassed, and loll he wanted to do it but couldn't do it in the end, he's so pure🤣 That scenario where Wataru tries to take care of Ema when she's sick by giving her "nutritious" food like meat and ice cream from the freezer was so funny lmao. He even spun her around🤣 Aww, it's kinda sad that because Ema's swimsuit was too stimulating for Subaru and Yusuke that they didn't let her join her with the long distance swimming match. Although I guess since she's not good at swimming and would need support, they wouldn't be able to have a match properly if she joined lol. It was obvious that Subaru was going to save Ema from drowning (considering how much Juli warned her and she was like yeah yeah, lmao teenagers these days) but the CG was so much nicer than I thought it would be!! It was so cuteee.

Omgg, Ema is such a classic anime school sports club manager type to make lemon slices soaked in honey for Subaru hahaha. Subaru was so cute when he was glad that Ema asked him if she could stay over in his room instead of the others (since her aircon is broken). Lmao when they kept arguing who should sleep where and then Subaru just makes her sleep with him in the futon (since she was about to leave thinking she was being troublesome) hahaha. Considering how shy he is, that was pretty heartwarming and daring haha! I always found it weird for Subaru to never apologise for Ema for pushing her down and kissing her when he was a bit drunk on his birthday, so I'm glad to know it's actually a part of his route and that's why I never saw it haha. It was cute how Subaru told Ema to only stay in his room and not go to the other brothers🥲 I find it so sweet how much Ema trusts Subaru to not do anything she wouldn't want even when he says he can haha. I like how it went with Subaru when she ran away after realising she was adopted. He didn't say anything fanciful, he just told her that there are people waiting for her, and that he wanted to be her strength and that he would always be by her side as long as she wants it. More than being able to say the "right" words, I think it was sweet how he was able to calm her down and show his sincerity for wanting to cheer her up and wanting her to be happy.

Awww it's so cute how Subaru actually started really liking basketball because of a manga he read🤣🤣 I didn't expect Natsume to have been the one who played many different types of sports with him and kinda guided him into enjoying them. Lmaoo at Ema saying she'll stock up on milk all the time for Subaru because he wants to grow taller hahaha. Awww it's so cute how Kaname and Tsubaki are so supportive of getting Subaru to be the one to carry the asleep Ema back to her room~ He looked like such a cute embarrassed prince🤣 LMAO when Subaru kicked Juli and didn't even realise😂😂😂 It's sad to see Subaru in a slump, but I guess Yusuke was right, that Subaru probably prefers someone that will stay by his side rather than try and talk to him and "solve" his problem, since this is something he has to overcome himself. Natsume being good at sports is surprising, kinda sad that he and Subaru are on bad terms because Subaru really respected Natsume but then he "gave up" on sports. LMAO at Kaname and Tsubaki teasing Ema and Subaru, I especially loved it when they got him to say something romantic like he'll do a three point shot for her😂 It was so funny when they were pretending to be Subaru and Ema🤣 It was so sad when Yusuke had tears in his eyes saying he really wanted to go support Subaru at his match but he knew that the one Subaru wants support from the most was Ema, and only she can help him out of his slump. HAHAHA, I love how even in the ending, Tsubaki and Kaname are teasing them, I loved it when Kaname pretended to be Subaru asking Ema to go eat with him after watching a match, and added the maybe we can go to a hotel after bit😂😂 It was hilarious when Tsubaki pretended to be Ema responding to that and saying "yada" in a flirty embarrassed way lmaoo, I died. It was nice that they kinda addressed how Subaru really only talks about basketball, but Ema likes him because he glows up in happiness talking about it and has such a sweet smile every time he talks about basketball so oh well lol, at least he knows that he needs to try and appreciate her more since she's so supportive of him all the time. The confession was pretty cute for Subaru hahaaha.

Overall, Subaru probably had the most "cliche" route in that he was a shy guy that only cared about basketball but then Ema slowly entered his heart by always being there encouraging him, supporting him and telling him how amazing he is haha. Personally, it was a bit boring because Subaru really isn't my type, but I really enjoyed how it showed that a relationship didn't need fanciful words? Like, a lot of the time, people fall in love because you hear the "right words" from someone and it kinda clicks with you hearing their opinion on something, whereas I feel like for this route even though Ema did make Subaru feel happy about how cool she thought he was at basketball and stuff, the main reason they really enjoyed being together was because they unconditionally stayed beside the other, supporting them with the presence. They didn't help each other solve their respective problems, instead they both resolved their own problems in their own way but had the other there as moral support to help them do what they wanted to do and I think that's nice and sweet.

#brothers conflict

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ak8shi · 4 years

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Bokuto + Kuroo + Iwaizumi reacting to you tying up your hair Tiktok prank

part 2

warnings: slightly suggestive/nsfw?? I guess, mentions of dick

Bokuto Koutarou

So you’re in your boyfriend’s car, sitting in his passenger’s seat and scrolling through Tiktok

And this one tiktok comes up where this guy is playing video games and his girlfriend starts tying up her hair like she’s going to suck his d*ck, but then she leaves him hanging saying she only did it so she could eat her food

You think Bokuto’s reaction would be so funny LMFAOO

SO,, once you get home, Bo collapses on the couch and you’re like this is the perfect opportunity

You go to sit between his legs on the ground, his hands automatically going to innocently stroke your hair

You secretly set up your phone on the coffee table, he doesn’t notice because he’s so engrossed in the TV show he put on

Making sure you touch his knee to subtly get his attention, you turn around to face him

“Oi, what’s up baby?”

You smile up at him, reaching for your hair tie and pulling your hair into a ponytail

,,…

I’m screaming we all know he’s so eager and loves when you initiate ANYTHING

His eyebrows are like touching his hair line please LMAOO

He’s already reaching for his belt, HE IS READY and EAGER

But then you get up, trying not to laugh as his face goes from :) to ;(( REAL fast

Him: -Wait babe, where are you going? :///

You: What do you mean?? I’m just getting up to get a snack?

Him, stumbling after you: BABY :((( I AM the snack!!!

Kuroo Tetsurou

You were scrolling through Tiktok and you saw this prank trend, and you’re like,,, I’m about to end this whole man’s CAREER

Like he’s the one leaving you speechless most of the time, so you’re so excited to turn things around

One day you’re in the car with Kuroo, and you secretly set up your camera against your purse in the seat

He’s talking about how practice is going in preparation for nationals, and while he’s doing this, you start to lean closer to the center console

You, with your head resting in your hand: Hey ;)

Him: why is your eye twitching like that

You reach over and place you hand on his inner thigh he almost swerves off the street

You go for the final blow when you reach for the scrunchie around your wrist, putting your hair into a low pony

Him: oYa 🥴

He’s in disbelief that this is happening honestly, this man is PINCHING himself

IM SCREAMING HE LITERALLY WHIPS HIS DICK OUT NO SHAME

he’s smiling like he won the damn lottery

You lean back into your own seat, taking out your handheld mirror to fix your makeup

HE’S JUST SITTING THERE DRIVING WITH HIS DICK OUT, SMILING THROUGH THE PAIN

At this point you can’t even look at him without laughing,

You don’t get to see Kuroo embarrassed often, but this is one of those time LMFAOO

He’s highkey salty that you left him high and dry and you playfully argue with him that you never told him you were going to do anything

Him: The signs were there

You: the only signs you should’ve been paying attention to were the signs on the road ❤️

You feel bad even though you know he’s not seriously upset over it, so you make it up to him later

Iwaizumi Hajime

DON’T DO HIM LIKE THIS

You’re watching him pack up his things after practice, you two being the only people left in the locker room

You thought his reaction to the prank would be super cute

He’s putting the last of his things in his bag, when you scoot closer to him on the long bench

Him, already: what are you up to

You:… nothing

He’s the type of boyfriend who can always sense when you’re up to something

You lean into him a little bit, resting your hand on his muscular arm (....maybe you contemplated sucking him off there for a second)

He like tenses up a little as you run your hands up and down his arm

Then you get down on the ground and start tying your hair into a low bun

Iwa: 0____o

He somehow regains his composure and I feel like he would’ve definitely fantasized about this happening before

You make up an excuse to the extent of looking for your contact on the floor LMFAO

He’s like ??? and super red in the face for thinking his fantasy was going to come true

But then, he’s like she knew what she was doing,,, let me get her back

He pulls you towards him by your elbows, and holds your chin in a firm grip

WHEW

He’s looking down at you with his iron gaze, lit rally SO intimidating that’ll make your pussy throb

You think that he might try to start something when he tilts your jaw back, leaning down to press chaste kisses along your neck

So then you’re like,, s-sir it was a prank we can’t do this here

It’s your turn to be embarrassed

He pulls away, taking the hair tie out and ruffles your hair

Him: I know loser, get up so we can go eat, I’m starving

He’s still blushing tho after seeing you that way he definitely thought about it later

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lucys-key · 3 years

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Unexpected Encounters (Eren Yeager x Reader)

Part 5: Want To Go for a Drive?

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Smut and some language

A/N: Hi!! I meant to get this up earlier, but then that chapter of the AOT manga happened and I needed time to process everything lmaoo. Hope you all enjoy Part 5!

Here’re some songs I listened to while writing this, so feel free to listen while you read!

The Spins - Mac Miller | Eleven - Khalid (ft. Summer Walker) | Damage - H.E.R

...

When you woke up the next morning, you saw that you were alone. Historia’s bed was empty, so you assumed that she and Ymir had spent the night together. You had fallen asleep as soon as you got back to your dorm the night before after Eren walked you back.

Eren.

You felt a certain soreness between your legs, and you felt heat rush to your face when all of the events from the previous night came rushing back.

You in Eren’s room. You kissing him. Him kissing you. His hands all over you—the feeling of him inside you.

It had all been so amazing, and you were still in a state of disbelief that one unexpected encounter with him over the summer had led to this.

As if Eren had read your mind, you nearly jumped when you heard your phone go off from where it was on the desk next to your bed. You reached over to pick it up, and then felt your heart start to pound when you saw that it was a text from Eren.

I know we just saw each other, but can I ask if you have any plans today?

You smiled at the phrasing of his message, and your heart warmed at the thought that he wanted to see you again so soon.

You can. And, no, I don’t, you replied.

You put your phone down on your desk again and stood up to get ready for the day. You went to the bathroom to wash your face, and when you got back, you heard your phone buzz with a reply from Eren.

Cool. Can you meet me at the café later?

You weren’t sure what he had in mind, but you responded and told him that you would be there. You still had the majority of the day to kill before the time he told you to meet him, so you finished getting ready and decided to text Hitch and Annie to see what they were up to.

Hitch responded and told you that they were at the library and that you should join them. You told them that you’d be there soon, and then gathered your school supplies to get some work done while you were there.

Once you had everything ready, you walked out of your dorm and made your way to the library.

Hitch told you where she and Annie were sitting, and when you entered the library, you quickly found the table that they were sitting at.

“Hey there,” Hitch said when you sat down.

You greeted her and Annie, and then took out your laptop. You were about to open a document to start working, but you felt Hitch tap your shoulder lightly.

“So, where did you run off to last night?” she asked, raising her eyebrows playfully.

Hitch’s smug expression indicated that she knew exactly where you had gone, but she just wanted to hear it directly from you.

“Uh, Eren and I… hung out?” you said, but the statement came out more like a question.

You heard Annie snicker, and you looked at her in disbelief.

“What?! We’re in a library. What am I supposed to say?” you asked, trying your best to keep your voice down.

“Oh, come on,” Hitch said. “Just tell us what happened!”

You frowned at her, trying to find the best way to tell her what happened.

“Uh… he showed me his room,” you said.

Hitch looked at you in disbelief and let out a noise of exasperation.

“He showed you his room…? That’s it?” she asked.

“Oh my god, you know what happened!” you exclaimed. “We fucked, okay?”

Hitch smiled in triumph at finally getting you to admit what happened, and Annie looked up from her work.

“There we go,” Hitch said. “I don’t know why you’re so embarrassed.”

“I’m not embarrassed,” you replied, frowning at her.

Hitch smirked, and you knew that she was definitely not done trying to get details about the previous night.

“So, how was it?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you remembered everything that happened with Eren.

“It was amazing, Hitch,” you replied. “He was so sweet the whole time, and even walked me back to my dorm afterward.”

Hitch looked at the smile you had on your face and grinned.

“Damn. You really like him, don’t you?” she asked.

Her words caught you off guard. While you knew that you liked Eren as a friend and certainly found him attractive, you hadn’t really considered whether or not your feelings for him were deeper than that.

“I-I don’t know,” you said. “I mean, I like hanging out with him and stuff, but I don’t know if I like him like that.”

Hitch rolled her eyes.

“Please. You should have seen your face when you were talking about him just now. You like him,” she replied.

Your face became hot after she said that. Though you couldn’t admit it to yourself yet, you knew that Hitch was right.

“I guess you just know me too well,” you muttered.

Hitch laughed and put an arm around your shoulder.

“Of course. You can’t hide anything from me,” she said.

You turned your head to look at her and smile. Hitch patted your shoulder and then took her arm off of you to get back to reading a book for one of her classes.

You turned your computer on and began to work as well, passing the time until you got to see Eren again.

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After you left the library later that afternoon, you went back to your dorm to get ready to meet Eren.

You had your outfit picked out, one of your favorite dresses, and were about to start changing when you heard your phone buzz. It was sitting on the desk by your bed, so you walked over to it to see who had texted you.

Ymir and I will be out tonight, so you have the room to yourself ;)

You smiled at Historia’s message, and “Liked” it to let her know that you had seen it. You put your phone back down on the desk and walked back to your dresser to finish getting changed.

Once you were ready, you checked the time. You had ten minutes before you were supposed to meet Eren at the café, and you still had to walk there, so you put on your shoes and grabbed your dorm key and phone before leaving your room.

You remembered how to get to the café since you had gone with Hitch. The warm late-afternoon air was pleasant as you walked through campus and into town, and the sky was beginning to fade to a beautiful pink and orange color.

When you turned the final corner to get to the café, you saw Eren waiting for you outside. You smiled when you saw him look up at you and wave.

You waved back, and Eren began to walk towards you. He was wearing jeans, a loose-fitting t-shirt, and his hair was tied up as usual.

“Hey,” Eren said when you were close enough to hear him.

“Hi,” you replied.

Eren smiled, and you both stood there for a moment. Eren was no doubt thinking about everything that had happened the night before as he looked at you, and you were thinking about the same thing.

After a second, you both laughed at the slight awkwardness and the tension dissolved.

“Thanks for meeting me here,” Eren said.

“No problem. Did you have a shift earlier?” you asked.

Eren nodded and took another step closer to you.

“Yeah. It just ended,” he replied.

Now that you were here, you realized that you had no idea what Eren had planned. He had invited you to hang out, but he hadn’t told you what his plans were for the evening.

“So, what do you want to do?” you asked.

Eren’s face turned a light shade of red and he scratched the back of his neck.

“To be honest, I hadn’t thought that far,” he said.

You looked at him for a second, but then started to laugh. From all of the time you and Eren had spent together, you learned that he was a rather spontaneous person. You probably should have expected that he wouldn’t have a set plan in mind for what to do.

“It’s fine,” you replied. “We can just see what happens.”

Eren smiled and nodded his head in agreement.

“Sounds good,” he said.

The two of you walked away from the café and further into town. You hadn’t had a chance to go into any of the shops yet, so whenever you passed one that caught your interest, you tapped Eren’s shoulder to ask him if you could go in.

You walked into many of the little boutiques and shops, and Eren laughed whenever you tried on a jacket that was way too big for you. One of the shops in town had scented candles and other items that smelled good, and Eren helped you pick out a candle to buy even though you weren’t technically allowed to have them in your dorm room.

Being with Eren this way felt natural. You felt so comfortable talking to him as you walked into the shops and slowly made your way back to the main part of campus.

“Do you think I’ll actually get in trouble for having this?” you asked Eren as you approached the familiar buildings of your university, holding the shopping bag with your candle in it.

“No,” Eren said, and then added, “unless you knock it over when it’s lit and burn down your dorm building.”

Your eyes widened in fear as you imagined that happening, and Eren laughed at your expression.

“I’m kidding. I think you’re more careful than that,” he said.

You frowned at your shopping bag and said, “I’m not so sure.”

As you and Eren continued to walk through campus, you looked at all of the people who were outside enjoying the warm evening air. The sun hadn’t completely set yet, but you could tell that it would soon.

“The weather is so nice,” you said.

Eren looked up at the sky and smiled.

“Yeah, it is,” he replied, and then he turned his head to look at you.

“What is it?” you asked when you saw the grin on his face.

“I have an idea,” he said.

You looked at him curiously.

“What’s your idea?” you asked.

You had no idea what he was thinking, but you figured that any idea involving you spending time with Eren was a good one.

“I have a car. Want to go for a drive?” he asked.

You had to admit, you weren’t expecting him to suggest that. But now that he had, however, it seemed absolutely perfect.

“That sounds great,” you replied.

Eren gave you a warm smile, and then you followed him as he led you to the large parking lot where students were able to keep their cars.

“Do you have your keys?” you asked.

Eren patted one of the pockets of his jeans to make sure.

“Yep,” he said when he felt them in his pocket. “I had to go somewhere earlier, so I still have them.”

You nodded and followed Eren until you got to his black Honda Civic. You waited as he unlocked the door and opened it for you.

“Thanks,” you giggled as you stepped into the car.

“No problem,” Eren said, and then he shut the door and walked over to the driver’s side.

You put your shopping bag onto the floor in front of you and strapped the seatbelt around yourself. Eren got into the driver’s seat and did the same.

“Do you have a destination in mind?” you asked him.

Eren turned to look at you and grinned.

“Nope,” he said and started the engine.

Eren’s phone connected automatically to the bluetooth sound system, so his music began to play as he pulled out of the parking space and drove out of the lot.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched Eren with his hands on the steering wheel as he navigated the streets of your university. His car was a little bit messy; there were empty cups and soccer gear in random places, but you didn’t mind. The car smelled like Eren, and that made you smile even more.

You looked out of the window and saw the buildings of your university disappear behind you in a blur. Eren drove further into the city that your school was in, and then he took an exit that led you onto the freeway. He merged onto it seamlessly and picked up his speed once he was in a comfortable lane.

“You’re lucky you have a car,” you said.

Eren turned his head and looked at you quickly.

“Yeah. It took some convincing, but my mom let me bring it,” he replied.

You hadn’t met either of Eren’s parents, and you didn’t know much about them besides the fact that his dad was a doctor. Your body warmed involuntarily when you thought about Eren inviting you to meet them one day.

“Do you like to drive?” you asked to get your mind off of your last thought.

Eren smiled and nodded his head.

“I love it. It makes me feel relaxed,” he said. “Sometimes I go on random drives for fun.”

You laughed fondly as you imagined Eren driving by himself, blasting his music over the car speakers.

“It is nice,” you said, looking out of the front window at the cars and beautiful evening sky.

Eren smiled at you. He took one of his hands off of the steering wheel to turn up the music and roll down the windows. Your hand was resting next to you on the seat, and your body temperature spiked when you felt Eren’s hand “accidentally” brush against yours as he put it back onto the steering wheel.

You looked at Eren, seeing the wind blow strands of his brown hair around his face as he drove. He really did look more relaxed driving, and he was smiling softly which gave his face a softer look than usual.

“You’re staring.”

You didn’t realize Eren had turned his head to look at you, and he had indeed caught you staring at him.

“Sorry,” you said, quickly turning your head away.

Eren laughed at your sudden embarrassment, and you slowly turned your head back to look at him.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Eren said.

You nodded at him, still feeling a little embarrassed. There was no reason to feel that way, but you thought back to your conversation with Hitch in the library. Was Eren just a friend to you, or did you like him in a different way?

As you looked at Eren, at his green eyes focused on the road and the hair blowing around his face, you realized that Hitch was right. While you enjoyed having Eren as a friend, you knew that friendship wasn’t the only thing that you wanted from him.

The challenging part now would be to find out what Eren wanted from you.

Eren kept driving on the highway until the sign for a particular exit came up. He steered the car to the right to take the exit, which led off the highway.

“The view this way is really nice,” Eren said.

You merged onto a smaller road with trees lining one side. On the other side, you had an unobstructed view of the setting sun. There were beautiful colors all over the sky, and the clouds looked luminescent from the light of the sun going down.

You continued to watch the sunset as Eren began to drive back to your university. As you did so, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Eren as he drove. He saw you looking at him from the corner of his eye, and he smiled softly to himself every time he saw you glance at his face.

Your hand was resting on the consul between your seat and Eren’s, and Eren took one hand off of the steering wheel to place it on top of yours. You turned your head fully to look at him, and Eren quickly glanced at you before turning his attention back to the road.

“What?” he asked playfully.

“Oh, uh—it’s nothing,” you stammered.

Your body felt warm from Eren’s touch, and your heart began to race when he intertwined his fingers with yours.

You almost spent the entire rest of the drive like that, but when you were a few minutes from your school, Eren moved his hand. You felt a pang of disappointment, but it quickly faded when Eren moved his hand to your thigh instead.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became very warm, and you felt your chest rise and fall rapidly as Eren’s hand began to slowly move upwards. He grabbed the material of your dress and hiked it up your thighs the slightest bit as he moved his hand. Once your thighs were exposed, Eren ran his fingers along the bare skin. Your breath hitched when you felt his hand move all the way under your dress and further up your thigh.

Eren looked at you to see your expression. You met his eyes, and he looked at you for as long as he could before having to turn back to the road. Eren didn’t move his hand up any further, waiting to see what you would do.

The feeling of Eren’s hand on the inside of your thigh had you squirming in your seat. It was so close to the edge of your underwear, but just far enough that it made you frustrated. You knew where you wanted his hand, so you slowly brought your own hand under your dress to place it over his.

Eren looked at you again when you moved his hand up until it was fully between your thighs. Your intention was clear, and Eren turned his head back to the road to try to focus on driving while his finger brushed over your clothed slit. You took your hand out from under your dress to let Eren do whatever he wanted.

Eren’s hand quickly slipped under your underwear, and your body tensed up when you felt his fingers on your bare pussy. Still keeping his eyes on the road, Eren stroked your slit with his finger before brushing it over your clit. The feeling made you gasp, and Eren turned his head to look at you.

“Try not to crash,” you said breathlessly when you saw Eren’s gaze focused on you instead of the road.

Eren seemed to be in some kind of trance as he looked at you, but your voice brought him back to reality and he quickly turned his head to look ahead of him again.

“Fuck, we’re almost there,” Eren said. His hand was still under your dress and his fingers were still rubbing your clit as he drove, determined to get back to campus as soon as possible.

“Good,” you moaned and moved your hips to grind against Eren’s fingers.

Eren continued the movements of his fingers on your pussy, drawing small moans and gasps from you as he did so. You gripped the armrests on either side of your seat and sighed in relief when you saw the familiar buildings of your university. Eren sped through campus until he pulled into the parking lot and into the same parking space as earlier.

As soon as the car stopped, you and Eren ripped your seatbelts off. You climbed out of your seat and over the consul to settle on Eren’s lap. You had half a mind to check if anyone was outside, but Eren’s face was moving closer to yours and you closed your eyes and forgot about everything else.

You both eagerly accepted each other’s mouths, and you felt some of the pent-up tension in your body begin to dissipate when you finally kissed him. Eren’s hands settled on your ass as he kissed you, and you moaned into his mouth when you felt his hips grind up against your crotch. The friction felt so good, but you desperately needed more.

You took your mouth off of Eren’s and quickly reached down to take off your underwear. Your position wasn’t ideal for the task, as the car seat and Eren didn’t leave you with much room, but you managed to get it off and then settled back onto Eren’s lap.

“Keep doing what you were doing,” you said.

Eren understood what you were asking for, and he grinned before leaning in to kiss you again. You groaned when you felt his tongue slip into your mouth. Your kisses were messy and heated as one of Eren’s hands moved under your dress and in between your thighs.

As Eren moved his fingers over your slick center, his mouth moved to your neck to kiss and gently bite the skin there. The combination of Eren’s fingers and his mouth on your neck felt amazing, and you couldn’t hold in your gasp when you felt one of Eren’s fingers push inside of you.

“Feels okay?” he asked against your neck.

“Ugh, yes,” you groaned, moving your hips in time with Eren’s finger.

Eren seemed satisfied with your answer, and he grinned as he added a second finger with the first. You continued to move your hips up and down as Eren’s fingers scissored and curled inside of you. The skirt of your dress was covering the movements of Eren’s hand, so he used his other hand to hike it up a little bit.

“Can you lift your dress for me?” he asked.

There was something about the slight sternness of his voice, the way the question sounded more like a command, that sent a spark of arousal through your body. You knew that Eren could have lifted your dress the rest of the way himself, but it was clear that he wanted you to be the one to expose yourself to him.

You gladly did as he asked. You brought one hand to the hem of your dress and lifted it off of your thighs. Eren’s eyes glanced down to look at your bare pussy and his fingers moving in and out of it.

“Fuck,” he cursed, “you are gorgeous.”

Even though you were literally riding Eren’s fingers in a parking lot, that compliment is what finally made you feel shy. You couldn’t help the way your body temperature rose at his words.

Eren leaned forward to kiss you again, and you happily kissed him back.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you said against his lips.

You could feel Eren’s smile as he kissed you, and he kept up the movements of his fingers, thrusting them in and out of your wet core. The ache between your thighs began to grow rapidly as you ground your hips, desperate to feel every movement of Eren’s fingers inside of you.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned, knowing you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Fuck, I won’t,” Eren replied as he thrusted his fingers even deeper into you.

Eren moved his other hand to your clit, and he leaned in to kiss you as his fingers brought you closer and closer to your release. You kissed him back eagerly, and it didn’t take much longer for the feeling of pleasure between your legs to near its climax.

“Shit, Eren, I’m gonna cum,” you groaned against his mouth.

“Go ahead,” he said. The tone of his voice was raspy and breathless as he saw you working yourself to orgasm on his fingers.

Getting fingered in a car hadn’t exactly been on your bucket list, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way. It only took a few more seconds for the tension inside of you to finally snap, and you buried your face in Eren’s neck as you came around his fingers. You shut your eyes as the pleasure washed over your body.

Once the intense feelings had passed, your body went limp and you dropped your chest to rest against Eren. You heard him laugh softly and he stroked a hand up your arm.

“You good?” he asked.

You nodded your head and sat up.

“Yes,” you replied, giving Eren a warm smile.

He returned your smile and leaned forward to kiss you. You were still sitting on Eren’s lap, and as he kissed you, you could feel his hard cock through his jeans. Even though you just came, you felt another rush of arousal run through your body.

“Eren,” you said.

He took his mouth off of yours and looked at you.

“Yeah?” he asked.

You lightly brushed your hand over his clothed erection, and you heard him take a sharp breath.

“I have my dorm room to myself tonight,” you told him. “Want to continue this there?”

Eren looked at you, and a smirk slowly formed on his lips.

“Sounds great,” he said.

You gave Eren a quick smile before climbing off of his lap and pulling your underwear back on. Eren grabbed his car keys, and you climbed back into the passenger’s seat to get the bag with your scented candle in it.

Once you both got out of the car, Eren locked it and then you began to walk towards your dorm building. You noticed Eren adjusting his shirt so it covered the area of his crotch, and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you.

“Hey, you can’t laugh! You did this to me,” Eren whined.

You just laughed again and took his hand to lead him to your dorm. You both walked there quickly, and you hurriedly unlocked the door when you got to the entrance of your building. Eren followed you up the stairs to your room and waited as you took out your key and unlocked your door.

As soon as it opened, you pulled Eren inside of your room and closed the door behind you. Eren looked around your room once he was inside, and you walked over to your dresser to set your new candle on top of it.

“I like your room,” Eren said when you walked up to him.

You smiled and said, “Thanks.”

You reached your arms up to wrap them around Eren’s neck. He leaned his head down to kiss you, and you sighed when you felt his lips meet yours. You wasted no time and brought your hands to the button of Eren’s jeans as you kissed him.

“So eager,” Eren muttered playfully.

“Is that a bad thing?” you asked.

You felt Eren smile against your lips.

“Not at all,” he said.

You smiled too and began to push Eren towards your bed. You both kicked off your shoes as you walked, and once you got to your bed, you pulled away from Eren’s mouth so you could climb onto the bed.

Once you were both sitting on the bed, Eren looked at you. It seemed like he was waiting for you to tell him what to do, so you moved closer to him and placed a hand on his chest.

“Lie down,” you said.

Eren grinned and immediately did as you said. Once he was lying on his back, you moved to sit on his legs. You reached your hands out to finish undoing Eren’s pants, and he watched you as you pulled them down his thighs.

“Mind if I return the favor for earlier?” you asked, looking at Eren’s hard cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.

“Not at all,” Eren said.

You grinned and then moved your hands under the waistband of his boxers. Eren’s chest began to rise and fall more rapidly as you pulled them down far enough to free his cock. Your body warmed all over when you saw the hard length of it, and you adjusted your position to straddle Eren’s legs.

You slowly moved your hand up Eren’s thigh until you got to the base of his cock. Eren’s eyes met yours, and you maintained eye contact with him as you leaned down to lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip.

“Oh fuck—" Eren groaned when he felt your mouth on him for the first time.

The noises Eren made were music to your ears, and you closed your mouth over the tip of his cock, moving your tongue over the sensitive skin there. Eren’s hand settled on the back of your head as you continued to move your mouth on his cock and used your hand to reach the part of it that your mouth couldn’t.

You took him as deep into your mouth as you could, and Eren’s hips began to move as he became even harder from the movements of your mouth and hand on his cock.

“You’re fucking good at this,” Eren moaned, and you felt your body become warm from the praise.

Eren continued to mutter more curses mixed with your name as you worked his cock and brought him closer and closer to release. After a few more seconds of moving your mouth up and down his cock, Eren sat up and put a hand on your shoulder.

You took your mouth off of him and looked at his face to see what he wanted.

“Something wrong?” you asked.

Eren shook his head and smiled.

“Nope,” Eren said and leaned in to kiss you

“I want to fuck, and you’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that,” he added.

You grinned and kissed Eren back. Your legs were on either side of Eren’s lap, and you reached down to pull your dress over your head. After you set it somewhere behind you on the bed, you leaned forward to kiss Eren again.

As he kissed you, he reached around to your back to undo the clasp of your bra. It fell onto the bed, and you pulled away from Eren to take off his shirt. He helped you tug it over his head and then threw it onto the floor.

Eren leaned back onto the bed, and you took your underwear off quickly before straddling his hips. You and Eren looked at each other and seemed to realize the same thing.

“Shit, I don’t think I have a condom,” Eren said.

You weren’t sure what to do for a second, but then you smiled and climbed off of the bed and walked over to your desk. You pulled out a wrapped condom and walked back over to the bed.

Eren raised an eyebrow when he saw what was in your hand.

“Historia is in a club that promotes safe sex. She has a billion of these that she gives out to people and she gave some to me,” you said, and then climbed back onto the bed.

Eren smiled and nodded his head in understanding. He was still lying on the bed, and you placed your legs on either side of his hips again. You took the condom out of the wrapper and then rolled it onto Eren’s dick.

Eren’s hands settled on your waist.

“Is this how you want to do it?” he asked.

You nodded and said, “If that’s okay.”

Eren’s cock twitched at the prospect of you riding him, and he used his hands to lift your hips.

“It is definitely okay,” Eren groaned when he felt his cock brush against your center.

Your breath hitched as the tip of Eren’s cock lined up with your entrance, and you slowly sank all the way down. You and Eren both moaned at the feeling, and you braced your hands on Eren’s stomach as you got used to the stretch.

It didn’t take long before you were moving your hips up and sinking back down onto Eren’s cock again. The angle from this position felt unbelievably good, and Eren helped you lift your hips and then guided you back down onto his cock. You repeated the motion over and over again, savoring the feeling of Eren buried deep inside of you.

“Fuck this feels good,” you moaned, lifting and dropping your hips even faster.

Eren began to thrust his hips up to meet your movements.

“Shit, I know,” Eren said, his voice raspy and breathless as he watched you ride his cock, both of you getting closer and closer to orgasm.

One of Eren’s hands ran up your stomach until it covered one of your tits. You groaned when he pinched your hard nipple, and then his hand moved to the other side of your chest to do the same thing. When Eren brought his other hand in between your thighs to rub your clit, you gasped and felt a surge of arousal run through your body.

You were close, and Eren could tell from the way your hips desperately moved up and down to take his cock.

“Fuck, Eren—” you gasped, chasing your second orgasm of the day.

“I know,” he said.

Eren kept rubbing your clit and thrusting his cock into you until it was enough to send you crashing over the edge. He watched as your orgasm ripped through you, and his followed close after, burying himself deep inside you and riding out the waves of pleasure.

You slumped forward to lie on Eren’s chest. He gently stroked your back as you both tried to catch your breath. After a few seconds, you mustered up the strength to roll off of him to lie next to him on the bed.

“That was amazing,” you said, and turned your head to look at Eren.

“You can say that again,” he replied, giving you a warm smile.

You both stayed on the bed for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence as you laid beside one another. Eventually, Eren sat up and climbed off of the bed to dispose of the used condom.

You watched as he looked around for his clothes, and you began to feel uncertain. Was he going to leave? You knew that you didn’t want him to, but you didn’t say anything as he pulled on his jeans and shirt.

When he was fully clothed, he walked back over to the bed. It’s now or never, you thought.

“You can stay if you want,” you said, trying your best to keep the shyness out of your voice.

You sat up on the bed, and Eren looked at you with a regretful expression on his face.

“I can’t,” he said. “I have plans with Jean and some other people tonight.”

You couldn’t help the disappointment you felt, but you nodded your head in understanding. You grabbed your dress and pulled it back on so you could walk Eren to the door of your room.

Before leaving, Eren turned to look at you.

“I had a great time with you today,” he said.

You smiled and felt your body become warm.

“Me too,” you replied.

Eren paused for another second, and then opened the door to leave. He waved goodbye as he walked down the hall, and you waved back from your door.

As you watched him go, you decided that you could finally admit to yourself that you had a crush on Eren Yeager.

#eren yeager #eren x reader #attack on titan #hitch dreyse #jean kirstein #historia reiss #ymir #fanfiction #fanfic #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction #unexpected encounters

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teamsavingmyles · 3 years

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Ninette Week Day 3 - Lights

i am very surprised i managed to crank this out HASDKJF but well, they are my comfort rarepair :>

(Song Inspration: la trains by eaj)

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Sometimes, nighttime patrols reached the hour when the night swallowed up the distant stars into small, buried asterisks in the sky. Those nights took the longest for Ladybug to scour through, trying to protect the little lights that could be snuffed out of the city. Tonight could have been one of those nights, but the newly installed street lights shone through the block as a guiding beacon.

Chat had whistled appreciatively once they saw the stream of light but he didn’t stay for long, an early morning appointment dragging him back home. But Ladybug let the warm, steady streetlights take her away.

Underneath one lamp, she could breathe in relief at how bright but not blindingly bright it was, like the small shine reflected in Nino’s glasses when he video called to share a new movie he found or like the twinkle in his triumphant smile when he arranged the beat drop to land at the perfect timing. It was a gentle, warm light that Ladybug was content to look at before the moment was gone altogether.

But what if she could keep that moment, tucked inside her gallery? Without a second thought, she took out her phone and positioned it to capture the beautiful array of street lights. It took a few minutes of bending down and stretching to form a worthy angle but once it was done, Ladybug couldn’t help but marvel at the photo. She had to send it to Nino.

Wait. What if he’s asleep? Her mind raced around that possibility for a moment before a memory surfaced—the week when she had bouts of insomnia every night. Ambient noise playlists in Youtube wouldn’t ease her circular, paranoid thoughts to sleep nor did complete darkness in her room force her tearful eyes shut. Instead, it was the rhythmic keyboard clicking from Alya’s research, the soft snores from Adrien already deep in sleep, and the gentle lofi beats from Nino’s latest song that pulled her to rest. Their video calls would span for hours but by the end, she would always find herself asleep with the comfort of her friends on late nights with her.

With the memory pushing her worry away, she quickly opens up their messages and sends the picture to him.

[2:08 AM]

marinette sent an image

mari: it’s a really pretty view out here!

if youre still awake though, please go sleep

nino: nah, you alr know my sleeping habits

mari: well someone has to be the responsible adult here

nino: says the one who sends the pic :P

wait howd u even take it

Ladybug’s fingers stilled. Oh. How was she going to explain that she was outside at 2 am, leaning on a lamppost located kilometers away from her house? Bakery excuse?

[2:11 AM]

nino: bruh are you outside rn??

mari: dw that was taken like wayy before now!! like when my parents went to negotiate with flour suppliers at 4 am and i went with them!

nino: hmm and u decided to share it now because ?

Because...because it reminds me of you.

There’s no way I’m saying that! Her cheeks burned red as she tried to shake away the thoughts from her mind. It would never work, she knew, her budding feelings for Nino would keep growing and growing. And she honestly...didn’t mind it.

Because liking him meant trying to see the world as he does—with appreciative eyes for the lights in everyday life like the ordinary but still, beautiful street lights in front of her now. And liking him meant caring for each other even if it led to her embarrassing explanations...

With slight courage in her, she glanced back at the mess of a conversation in her hands and found her answer.

[2:15 AM]

nino: i mean i rlly love it

sorry im just worried if youre actually out rn

it’s been really dark these days

mari: issoki! but yes, dw i’m safe!

thank you as always nini!

*nini

*ninI

autocorrect pls stop

nino: lmaoo its fine

i like you

That was it. She was dead. The night sky (and an already giggling Tikki in the back of her mind) would be the sole witnesses to her demise from him!

nino: I MEAN I LIKE IT

WAIT I

HAHWUDJDJDK

With a kickstart to her heart, Ladybug rose from the dead. Gosh, she really liked this boy.

mari: HAHSHDHHD

no worries!!

i like it too :>

#ninetteweek2021 #ninette #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #nino lahiffe #fluff #ninetteweek #day 3: lights #my writing

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cherienymphe · 3 years

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Kept Woman was one of the fics where I was gonna say I liked Steve more than the reader. Her emotional rollercoaster scene in chapter 3 had me wanting to slap her across the face because she finds out he's more well known than she thought and that suddenly makes him more dangerous than before so she makes a SCENE and fights against him harder. He's as dangerous as he was before, nothing changed. So her emotional breakdown was so dramatic to me and made me wanna 🤜. I had second hand embarrassment but i think it was also because since this is a reader, I view it as me and im like BITCH STFU YOURE GONNA GET US IN TROUBLE 💀😭. also i knew Steve's plan was to make her his wife as soon as he stumbled over his words in the gym so i wasnt surprised but i was annoyed it took the reader so long. He's given so many hints but we're so oblivious omg. This did give me soft!dark vibes which was why I had actually liked steve in one of your fics lmaoo. but darker than P&S!! I'm not ready for it. The reader is going to make me pop a blood vessel shes so dense. (Your writing is impeccable as always! You know youre doing a good job when you have me heated. i dont want you to think im not enjoying Kept Women bc whew chile. This wasnt criticism at all!!)

Not you’re gonna get us in trouble 😭 to be fair there’s a huge difference between a drug dealer who might kill someone once a year vs a full blown mafia boss in charge of organized crime and whatever else. Not to mention the kind of people he’s friends with. One is definitely a lot more dangerous and she also just met Steve. It’s not going to click for her that he’s grooming her to be his wife. That’s crazy! But…he is crazy…as you will see 👀👀👀 in the first chapter, we saw that shes clever but when you get kidnapped, I don’t think your first thought would be I’m being groomed to be the wife of this very important head of a crime organization 😭 that’s literally going from 0-100. I’m glad you’re enjoying it though

#asks

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n1sh1n0ya · 4 years

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hii may i request the pretty setters reaction to their s/o, who is usually quiet, performing like a powerful/badass kpop type dance? thank uuuu

Pretty Setters x shy! s/o who dances? idk i'm bad at naming things

a/n: i don't know the first thing about kpop sorry if that shows in this lol

Kenma Kozume

You and him have a lot in common, and you bond over this quite a lot

Like,, you both have a lot off common interests, you like the things he likes and vice versa, you're both pretty quiet

You’re both pretty and quiet

But if one of you really likes something, they’ll try and get the other into it as well, you got him playing Animal Crossing, he introduced you to apple pie

You basically know that if you like something, he’s gonna like it too

So when he sees you dancing for the first time he's like oh hell no

I am NOT getting dragged into this absolutely not no no no

I feel like out of all of these guys he would be the least surprised to find out that you have another side to you, he has another side to him we just don’t see it in the anime he does I swear

Although he r e f u s e s to join in with you, he definitely enjoys watching from the sidelines ;)

And you only dance in front of him, no one else, he's the only one who knows about your more confident side

Even if he wasn’t as surprised as the other boys on this list, he was still pretty surprised

The bar wasn’t set very high

You wouldn’t see that he’s surprised though, and he wouldn’t tell you, he just smiles to himself, thinking about how proud he is of you

He’ll even look up from his game a little more often if you’re dancing in front of him

Akaashi Keiji

You and your friends often learn kpop dances and post short clips of it online

But you don’t tell anyone about it, you’d be absolutely mortified if anyone you knew found them

Spoilers: You’re about to be absolutely mortified

Out of everyone to see them, Bokuto, your bf’s best friend, and close friend of your own, finds your TikTok and sees ALL you guys’ videos

He totally spam likes ur acc smh

So as soon as you see his name in your notifications, the panic sets in

Ohmygodhesgonnashowakaashinononono

When Bokuto shows him, they’re both kinda in shock

Like, they both thought that they knew you pretty well, but they had NO IDEA that you could or would dance like that

You’re kinda dreading going to school with him the next day, because you know he’s gonna mention it

So when you see him, you brace yourself for him to say something about it, at least to ask you why you didn’t tell him, but he just?? Doesn’t??

You keep looking at him, you can’t tell if he’s not saying anything because he knows that you didn’t want anyone to know about it, or if he genuinely doesn’t know

He notices this, and by the end of the day, when you’re on the millionth glance his way to see if he’s showing any recognition to you, he has to say something

“If you’re worried about me judging you, I think it’s really cool that you can do that”

On the outside, he seems super calm but on the inside he's like

Where did you learn to dance like that? Did you teach yourself? No, there’s no way you taught yourself, so who taught you?

He’s so impressed like?? You have a WHOLE other side to you that he didn’t know about?? You’re so cool??

Sugawara Koushi

He would be your BIGGEST fan

✨ ultimate hypeman ✨

He just loves you so much and anything that makes you happy? Makes him happy too

When he saw you dance for the first time he was really surprised, because, of course you’re super shy, HOW did you change into such a badass like that??

But once he gets over the initial shock of it, he will ALWAYS be cheering you on

He doesn’t really get it, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t appreciate it

If you’re struggling to learn a new routine and are about to give up?? He’s there to hype you tf up

If ppl take the piss and you’re feeling down about it?? He’s there to hype you tf up

Wish i didn’t have to make that point but ppl are mean >:(

he knows you’re the best, and he wants to make sure you know it as well

He won’t join in unless you b e g him, but he’s always happy to give a second opinion and constructive criticism

Once he kinda learns what’s going on, he might even start sending you videos and being like

“You would look so good if you learned this”

You fall in love with him all over again I swear, because he’s taking the time to learn about something you love 🥺🥺

It never fully stops surprising him how you can go from 0 to 100 and then straight back to 0 again within an hour

Like when you’re dancing you look?? So badass?? But when you’re not?? You’re super quiet??

He is l i v i n g for it I tell you that 💅

Tobio Kageyama

You come to him with the idea

He’s tried to teach you volleyball before, so why don’t you teach him something that you enjoy as well?

And then it’ll be a two in one of two of your favourite things; him and dancing

He’s not too keen on the idea at first, but you look so excited, how can he say no

This is the most passionate about something that he’s ever seen you be, he doesn’t wanna let it go to waste

And if you love it, he knows it’ll be great

So at first you gotta demonstrate, because not only is he clueless school-wise, he also has no idea about anything else

He probably doesn’t listen to music at all anyway, so you might have to even explain to him what kpop is lmao 🥴

He’s still a little confused, so you show demonstrate the dance that you wanted him to learn with you

I stg all his thoughts depart

If there was any to begin with that is (probably not)

He’s so a m a z e d

Because?? 1. You can dance like that 2. You look gorgeous when you dance like that 3. Who are you and what have you done with my quiet s/o????

He’s ABSOLUTELY not complaining tho

But,,, when you try to get him to learn,,, ✨no✨

You thought that maybe he would be good at it, because of how graceful he looks on the court, but, maybe you were wrong lmao

Mans has two left feet and NO rhythm and you’re about to give up and crash when he says

“Maybe this isn’t for me, but I’d really enjoy watching you do it again”

He loves how talented you are so much, especially because he’s tried it for himself and knows just how difficult it is

Tooru Oikawa

While he’s at volleyball practice after school, you and your friend meet in an empty classroom so that you can each wait for your bfs to finish their club activities

She’s dating Iwa bcos best friends dating another pair of best friends is the cutest thing to me idk

Because you two know that you’ll be alone, you’re not afraid to go all out practicing the you guys’ favourite dances

You could NEVER do this in front of anyone else, you’d get too embarrassed, but when it’s just you two, and you know that there’s no one around to see, you Go For It™

You two are working super hard on perfecting this one dance that’s been bothering you for weeks

Working so hard that you completely forget the time, and that your bfs will be waiting for y’all

How convenient lmao

So when Oikawa and Iwaizumi come out of the volleyball clubroom and can’t see you two around, they head on over to the classroom that they know you go to while they’re at practice

As they’re coming towards the classroom, they can hear music playing in there, and just poke their heads around the door

At first they’re both in shock, like seeing you, who’s usually so quiet and reserved, going all out on a dance like that??

You two are facing away from them and filming, with your phone propped up on the windowsill, so you don’t notice that they’re watching

Iwa’s pretty happy with staying there and just watching but Oikawa is totally like “ooooh I know this one!!”

So he comes and joins in behind you two

You two are so caught up in your dance that you don’t even see his image on the phone screen in front of you, until you finish dancing and turn around to see your boyfriend, still sweating from vball practice and looking at you in absolute wonder

You try to hide away from him because your boyfriend, who would never expect you to be performing kpop dances in front of a camera in an empty classroom just saw you doing just that and oh GOD that’s embarrassing

He’s like OH HELL NO you are NOT getting away from me now I know you can dance like that COME BACK

Kanji Koganegawa

I feel like he would like to date someone who’s a little more on the quiet side, because he’s super loud and energetic, and he needs someone to balance that out

AND HE’S A TOTAL KPOP STAN FITE ME ON THAT

Him and Oikawa are the biggest kpop stans in the Miyagi Prefecture 💅💅

So I think that he’s gonna be the one to approach you and be like hey we should try this lmao

Like, expecting you to say no, so when you say yes he’s so surprised

You both start learning it separately, so that you’ll be almost done learning it when you see each other

He’s super excited, but then he also knows that you’re quite shy and quiet, so he’s not really expecting you to go all out on this

Oh no he was wrong

When he sees you again for the first time after he suggested it, you both perform as far as you’ve learned to the other, to see how much you have to learn

He goes first, and just imagine him,,,just picture it in your mind 🥺🥺

He’s kinda bad, but a+ for effort

And then it’s your turn

He suddenly panics, because he thinks that it’s quite out of character for you, and he might of accidentally peer pressured you into it lmaoo

You brush him off, and when you start dancing… damn

He’s in shock

If you looked inside his brain right at that moment all you would see is just ????

When he gets over his initial surprise, he kinda realises like,,, that’s hot WHY have i never seen this before

You put him to shame and he knows it

When you’re done he just stares at you

You’re kinda nervous because??he’s not saying anything??

And then he kinda explodes

He’s all like

“WHY did you not tell me you could dance like that that seemed so unlike you??we could have been doing this for months??I didn’t know you could dance like that???what??

Kiss him to shut him up please thank you

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imlostinsantacarla · 4 years

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@beaming-ben: hey! i just wanted to say i’m enjoying your lost boys posts :) was wondering if i was able to make a request with Y/N (so others can enjoy it) x Marko? it would be where the reader is new to santa carla and they are at the boardwalk looking at the stores and stuff. Marko notices them who turns out to be his mate and he starts talking to them. the reader would be quite shy in this but eventually opens up and Marko would be really sweet to them. Thanks for your time :) x

(a/n: heya love, sorry that this took so long for me to get around to! i hope you enjoy what i’ve come up with, i really tried my best! thanks for your request as well. - admin kat 🌙❣)

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Title: You Don’t Talk Much Do You? (Marko x Reader)

Summary: Moving out to the Murder Capitol of the World and into the home of your eccentric grandfather after a divorce between your parents has you longing for a night of fun. When your two brothers accompany you onto the infamous Boardwalk for the night, their teasing ways get under your skin and you feel the need to break away and cool off. Doing this means that you run into a particular blonde-haired boy that isn’t just trying to chat you up to win you over for the night, but for eternity.

Word Count: 2,269 (lmaoo 69)

Warnings: mentions of parents divorcing, angsty teenager stuff?, nothing else really.

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Being new to Santa Carla had an overwhelming pressure as nighttime rolled around and the Boardwalk was filled with the static buzz of teenagers having a blast of a time whilst the flashing lights of the fair rides busily illuminated the night air. There was a charge of excitement in the atmosphere which had you practically bouncing on your heels, a grin spread wide across your face. It seemed as though it had been an eternity since you had even stared fun straight in the face.

Currently you were situated between your two brothers, Michael and Sam, whom were bickering like school children over the topic of Sam needing and not needing babysitters to accompany him.

“I’m not a kid any more, Mikey! I can find my own way around here no problem.” Sam sassed with an exasperated tone, total offense clouding his countenance as he looked up at his older brother indignantly.

“Yeah, yeah,” Michael rolled his eyes, giving a hasty shake of his head, “tell that to mom after you get lost for the fifth time today.”

“Hey! The first time was my fault but the other four were your terrible sense of direction. Right, y/n?” Sam blabbered enthusiastically, though his face was heating up due to embarrassment.

“Huh?” You hummed, eyes averting from the roller coaster and landing on Sam who seemed even more offended that you hadn’t exactly been paying any mind to his side of the argument, never mind Michael’s point. “Sorry, what did you two losers say?” You inquired with a quick scratch to the back of your neck.

Michael grinned silly at you before staring down at Sam. “Jesus, and I thought mom was bad.” to which Sam laughed at, their brotherly bickering having become a thing of the past and your fleeting attention span now the main focus.

“You’ve seen plenty of rides before, I don’t see what the big deal is, y/n!” Sam stated matter-of-factly, his bright eyes illuminated with mischief.

“Yeah, I know. But when was the last time us three got to have fun instead of being stuck between mom and dad arguing?” You sassed, a tint spreading across your cheeks. Your statement was nothing more than sincere. Being in between two parents going through a divorce was messy and heartbreaking for everyone involved, but it seemed to have taken it’s toll on you the most. You’d assumed the role of keeping what was left of your family intact, like human glue, and it was the most exhausting job you’d slid into for awhile now.

“Jeez you make it sound like you’re the one going through the divorce yourself.” Michael scoffed mockingly, no doubt attempting to get under your skin as he usually did.

“YoU mAkE iT sOuNd LiKe YoU’rE tHe OnE GoInG ThRoUgH tHe DiVoRcE yOuRsElF.” you did a pretty bad imitation of his voice, throwing your hands up in the air as you did so. “You sound like you don’t give a shit.” you spat, pushing past your older brother.

“Great! Now she’s gonna go tell mom you were an ass to her and probably blame me too!” You heard Sam practically shriek behind you. You didn’t care, you just felt like you needed to get away from them, they were practically suffocating you.

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Parting from your brothers had lead you to only dig yourself deeper into your own thoughts. You went from store to store that littered the Boardwalk and scanned the shelves of them absentmindedly with a lot weighing down the theme of your train of thought. Moving away from Phoenix had been challenging for you, especially parting from your friends, and your parents going through their divorce was hard, - even if your mother had managed to do it with little mess -. The change of moving to another state made you almost weak with nausea. When summer was over you’d be going to a new school with new people and the thought alone made you want to spew. Making friends back in Phoenix had been challenging enough as it was...

You missed your friends desperately, you knew you were gonna miss your old school even once summer was over here. Everything here was daunting and weird. I mean, your Gramps didn’t even own a TV! He had Taxidermy swarming around his whole house. The thought of that beaver he’d given Sam sent shivers down your spine as though The Angel of Death were tickling it. You were genuinely living with a crazy old man and your somewhat dysfunctional family. The odds of enjoying your time here didn’t look so hot. I mean, you were living in the Murder Capital of the World.

The exhaustion you felt seemed to morph into sore legs from having walked around the pier several times. You’d even walked past your brothers ten times, ignoring them whenever they’d called on you. They knew that when you were in a bad mood to just let you walk it off in order to cool down. Besides, they were the ones who’d agitated you in the first place. The least they could do was give you time.

The whole intention of coming to the Boardwalk was to have fun, engage in excitement: You’d wanted to go on every ride you saw, eat till you were so full you’d spew and watch the live bands play. You hadn’t bagged on miserably idling around a comic book store until the two kids behind the register eyed you all funny till you left.

Now you were at one set of stairs that lead down to the actual sand of Santa Carla’s beach. Your eyes scanning the scene before you with dull eyes of envy. The moon was strikingly pale against the velvety black night sky, tiny specs of stars dancing to the music of the local teenagers guffawing and fooling around on the sand beneath. The waves of the ocean were a velvety black, the moon casting an eerie silvery glow onto it, it’s reflection warbled as the salty water lapped onto the sand and retreated. There wasn’t just total darkness, on the sand, where there were teenagers, there were also oil drums glowing orange with dancing flames in the center of the group, providing warmth and light to their shenanigans. There were hundreds of oil drums littered all over the beach, like small beacons of light attempting to break through the darkness of night.

A sense of desperation to join them left your stomach jumping and twisting apprehensively, making you miss Phoenix all the more. You’d do almost anything to get out of the funk you’d sunk into, even if that meant doing something stupid and getting yourself grounded for all eternity by your mother. You weren’t astray to rebelling against her in the past. She knew that plain as day, which is probably why she had told your brothers to head out with you.

You climbed halfway down the stairs until you sunk down onto them, deciding you didn’t have enough courage to just throw yourself into any one of the orange circles that scattered the beach. Anyone of those groups could be filled with nutters and weirdos. You weren’t looking to get yourself into anything you couldn’t get yourself out of. But you observed the people your age, maybe even a little older than you, dancing and singing, - clearly both drunk and/or high on something -, with curiosity.

“You just gonna watch all the action go down from here?” You heard a voice clear as day in your ear, causing you to jump straight out of your skin, a yelp being pulled from your throat. You whipped around to find a boy your age with the dumbest grin plastered straight on his face, like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. “Whoa! Easy.” His voice came out husky as he placed his hands up by his head, partially gloved, palms facing you.

You were stunned for what felt like seconds but stretched on for well over a couple of minutes. The guy was stunning, blond and wore the most peculiar jacket of gold and red that possessed patterns, faces, pictures... You weren’t even aware that you’d been staring till he chuckled again. “You know, you might wanna close your mouth before you drool everywhere.” He teased, his nimble and icy fingertips coming under your chin and forcing your mouth closed with a soft tap. He had his head tilted to the side, blue orbs penetrating yours like he was staring straight through your soul.

“O-Oh, s-sorry.” You cleared your throat, tearing your face away from him and looking out over the beach once more. You were grateful that it was dark where you were, so the blush that consumed your face now was well hidden, - at least you thought it was -.

“Nah, it’s all good. I’m not complaining.” You heard the grin forming on his face as he spoke. Suddenly the space on the step beside you was occupied and you could feel his gaze on your face now. “You new here? I haven’t seen you around before.” He inquired, leaning closer to you in a non-intrusive way. There was curiosity in his eyes as you met them.

“Yeah.” You hummed, nipping your bottom lip between your teeth. This felt odd, no guy, - especially this attractive -, had ever really spoken to you. You always thought it was because you weren’t attractive, but you knew the biggest part of it was because your older brother Michael (by one year) wouldn’t let any guy get within twenty feet of you. So the fact that this guy was sat here chatting to you made you wonder where in the hell Michael was at.

“Cool. Where’re you from?”

“Ph-Phoenix.” You muttered softly, eyes dipping down as you spoke. The way that he was looking at you made you feel a little unsettled.

“Cool, cool.” He mumbled, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, plucking a smoke out and placing it between his lips before lighting it. The flame from his lighter made it possible for you to fully see his face, which almost made your jaw slack open once again. He was definitely attractive. He laughed again. “What? You want one?” He offered the opened carton to you, to which you declined and he chuckled once more. “Alright. You’re not much of a talker are you?” He quipped humorously to which you felt your ears redden and you shook your head.

“I’m Marko, by the way.” He mumbled around his cigarette, puffing smoke in your direction.

“y/n” you smiled softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you watched him.

“Michael’s sister?” Marko inquired with a quirked brow.

“How’d you know that?” You were baffled and slightly terrified to say the least.

“Me and my buddies met your brother, we’re friends. He told us about you.” Marko clarified with a puff of smoke flowing from his lips as he spoke.

“That’s funny, he never mentioned you...” You hummed thoughtfully, “Oh God, what’d he tell you about me? That I’m a Monster Bitch from Hell?” You rolled your eyes indignantly.

“Somethin’ like that.” He simpered, eyes skimming up and down your body with interest as he spoke. “With the way he was describing you, I thought you’d look like a Demon of something.”

“I’m so gonna flatten him when I get home.” You muttered under your breath to which he laughed at. You turned to look at him once more with creased brows. “Then what do I look like to you?”

“Hot.” You laughed when he said that, shaking your head as you tipped it backwards. “I mean that in a non-demon kinda way.” He added.

“Well, that’s good I suppose.”

“You think so?” Boy he was a flirt, you could already tell. He was definitely funny also, which you liked. Funny guys were always more interesting to you. They were better than the hotheaded types, at least in your opinion they were.

“I dunno, would you prefer that I looked like one?”

“Nah, not really! I think you look great as you are.” He flashed his pearly whites at you with a confidence you’d never seen before and it spurred the pair of you into a conversation filled with flirtatious comments. You swore you’d never spoken to someone this much in your life - even with your very own family -.

Speaking with Marko seemed to flow naturally between the pair of you, which made your heart gallop a million miles per hour. However, even though he was nice to talk to, there was something about him that caused a spark of suspicion in you, like danger lurked around the corner if you continued to converse with him. But there was something else that was pulling you towards him, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on because you’d never felt this before. It was like a rope was tied across your midsection and Marko felt it too. The more either one of you resisted the tighter the pull felt, forcing you in his vicinity.

And sure, you’d talked to cute guys in the past before your brother intervened, and there was always a sense of giddiness in your gut as you did so. Yet it didn’t compare to the warmth that seemed to spread through your muscles as he inched closer and closer to you with each question and answer that flowed from both of your mouths. Something about this seemed natural and destined, like nothing could get in the way of or break it apart.

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years

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Harry x Mel, Soulmate!Au (doesn't have to be related to written in the stars, but im definitely talking about Mel dumbledore) where Merry are friends, but on their 13th birthday the name of their soulmate appears somewhere on their body and despite being best friends both don't think the other likes them like that.. UNTIL Harry's name is pulled in 4th year and he has to fight dragons!! *cue the angst and dramatic music*

I’m starting with the chillest request you sent bc the others will need a lot of mental work before I do them lmaoo

Also I didn’t know if I should tag the others in this?? but I’m going to so feel free to ignore it if you don’t want to read fanfic of my fanfic jjdfhs -Danny

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“Harry Potter.”

Her chest felt soar, the very same words Dumbledore had pronounced during the selection written across her skin felt new, heated. Mel held onto the rails of the stands until her knuckles where white.

‘That’s your soulmate,’ She thought in anguish as Harry walked out of the field on his own. ‘That’s your soulmate and he almost died without knowing how you really feel.’

She ran out of the place and into the tent where the champions were being treated, Harry barely had time to sit and take off the cloak that was clutching to his arm in scorched fabric when Mel entered abruptly.

He stood up as a reflect, and she jumped in to hug him.

“You did amazing!”

“Mel, my arm,” He said in a low grunt.

“Oh!” She jumped away and looked down at Harry’s burnt arm. “I’m sorry! Did I make it worse?”

“It’s fine,” He assured her, also looking down at his skin.

But she wasn’t listening, she’d noticed her own name written across his shoulder, where the dragon had scratched him. This was the first time she was seeing it; she knew her name had to be there of course, just as Harry knew his was somewhere on her body, but they’d never discussed the subject.

The problem with knowing who your soulmate is doesn’t necessarily means they love you back. Sometimes a soulmate can be platonic, a relative, a close friend, and in very lucky times, it can be the person you’re meant to be with.

Mel was in love with him, that much she knew, but she didn’t have the courage to ask about his feelings for her. Or at least, not until she saw her name. Her hand closed tightly around Harry’s right arm, her eyes fixed on his left shoulder.

“Mel?” Harry was blushing, too conscious of the thing she was staring at.

“I can’t believe I never saw it before, t’s in such an easy spot!” She grinned, finally looking up at him. “Why’d you never showed it to me?”

Harry’s cheeks grew warmer, he really wished he could be back out there fighting the dragon.

“I– er, I didn’t know if you wanted to... if you’d want me to show you.”

“I do,” She replied gently. “Being your soulmate is an honour, Glasses.”

“What about you?” He asked in a slightly squeaky voice. “Why haven’t you showed me yours?”

“Oh well,” Mel bit back a smirk. “Mine’s not exactly in a public place.”

“Oh,” His face felt like it was on fire, was it on fire? Had the dragon caught him somehow? “That’s... that’s too bad.”

“I like it though,” She pushed, feeling that it was now or never. “Where it is I mean, right above my heart, a bit to the left... I like it.”

“Oh,” He repeated, a tad stupidly. He begged for someone to walk in so he could be saved the embarrassment.

“I also like you,” She concluded.

His breath got caught on his throat, eyes widening in shock. He wanted to ask, to say ‘I like you too’ or to just make an euphoric sound that would put his mind at ease, but all that came out was another:

“Oh.”

“Yes. Oh.” She nodded, ‘This was a mistake, I’m an idiot,’ she thought. “Well, I better get out before Pomfrey kicks me out for disturbing her patient...”

She turned around and rushed to the door. In the middle of his panic, Harry finally found his voice.

“Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me? I mean, just the two of us?” He sounded almost frantic.

Mel stopped and looked at him in slight confusion.

"You and I?” She said. “As a date?”

“As a date,” He confirmed, fumbling with the ripped pieces of his cloak.

Mel smiled, her eyes shinning in such a manner that steadied his heart.

“Would love to,” She replied, before disappearing out of the tent in quiet excitement.

Harry sat back and sighed heavily, eyes immediately falling on his shoulder and unable to hide his happy grin.

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foolgobi65 · 4 years

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yeh rishtaa kya kehlataa hain

@allegoriesinmediasres asked for: Rama/Sita, travel!AU, friends to lovers, “you confuse me”

as usual, this is completely unedited and thus is probably chock full of grammar errors, bad characterization, and terrible pacing. but! it was fun to write on my end so as always if u want me to rewrite it I’d be glad to lmaoo. it’s super super super cheesy at the end...like the whole third bit is just super cliche but w/e i love cliche romance its all good lol. anyways, i hope you like it at least a little!! thank you so much for the prompt <3 <3 <3

if you’d like to send me an au prompt from this list, please do!!

(title is from a lovely ar rahman song from the movie meenaxi, and also apparently a hindi soap, meaning “what is this relationship called?” )

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It’s been two weeks since the Raghuvanshi Group put out a notice that nearly brought the Indian manufacturing industry to its knees: Ramachandra, eldest son of Dasaratha Raghuvanshi and anointed heir since his very first breath, has been stripped of his VP positions within the company, his stock options, even his entrance card. The gossip blogs report that Ramachandra has lost access to the family accounts and family property, have posted pictures of the young man once posed to be the next titan of Indian Industry at a local branch of the Bank of India, handing over what is rumoured to be his great-grandfather’s watch as a starting sum so that he can get his own personal account.

Bharata, three years Rama’s junior, is still in the United States working on his MBA: he has not yet been told of his brother’s effective exile from the family, nor of his own subsequent ascension to the position of CEO-in-waiting. Twins Lakshmana and Shatrugana, five years younger, are in London having just begun their undergraduate degrees. It was interesting, people used to say, that of the brothers it was only Rama who stayed in India. Rama who attended every company party and toured factories, solemnly noting down worker complaints on the weekends he could spare from his studies, in all respects the near exact opposite of his father whose four children are the sons of three women.

Four days after the company announced its decision, Ramachandra disappeared from the public eye. It takes ten days, but Janaki eventually tracks down enough public and private conjecture to find him in a housing colony nearly an hour long ride from Ayodhya, the Raghuvanshi family home in the center of the city. The door opens, and Janaki greets the man who can only be Sumantra, Dasaratha’s long-loyal driver who had apparently left the same day as it’s once shining son.

“Hello!” she says, palms folded and motorcycle helmets dangling by their straps from her wrists, “I’m a friend of Ram. Is he at home?”

The door closes almost entirely. “Why would sir be found here,” Janaki hears from the gap, as Sumantra hooks the metal chain that would prevent her from barging in even if she was strong enough to shove aside a man nearly 50 pounds heavier than herself. “He is a very rich man’s son, and I am only a driver.”

Janaki frowns. “No one is ever ‘only’ anything Sumantra-ji, we all do some type of work in order to live, and not one of these jobs is better or worse than another.”

From behind the door, she hears the sharp exhalation that could almost be a snort from someone more given to expressing his own feelings. Janaki was right, then, Ramachandra Raghuvanshi who grew up on one of the most expensive properties in India has sought refuge in a home he could have bought on a moment’s whim only two weeks before. The chain rattles, and the door opens wide.

“Janaki Videha,” Rama says, and suddenly it is four years ago and Janaki is again a student politician stuck in a hospital bed after a bad encounter with the police, flipping through notes meticulously taken by a classmate who insists on anonymity but could only possibly be the lanky, nearly silent boy that everyone knows will one day be one of the richest men in India.

Normally, a person seeing an old acquaintance after a few years would speak their name, then utter some platitude about how long it has been since they last met and invite them inside to catch up. Rama, who is only capable of erudition in front of men his father wants him to impress, conveys the implication that all of these social niceties have been uttered without saying anything but her name. Janaki smiles, takes off her shoes, and walks in.

---

“What are you even doing here?”

Janaki raises an eyebrow, pouring a little more soap into the bucket they were offered to use for clothes washing. It has been a month since Janaki found Rama and told him that she was going on a trip, and that she needed male company to keep her safe. A month since she handed him one of her motorcycle helmets, helped him pack his single spare change of clothes and toothbrush, and directed him to sit behind her and hold on tight so that they might make it to another friend’s village by evening and have a place to spend the night. Together, they have followed the western coastline, trading off who drives when Janaki realizes that not only does Rama have a deft hand at the wheel, but in the proper circumstances can coax thrills out of her old bike that she hadn’t even thought possible.

“What do you mean,” she asks, grabbing his kurta top from the pile of clothes he has slowly gathered from the families he has inadvertently charmed over their travels. He’s standing off to the side, hanging their host family’s saris to dry in order of color, taking the pains to smooth each piece of fabric and making sure none of them touch. In exchange for doing the family’s laundry today, Janaki and Rama are allowed to do their own, an exchange of goods and services that has served them well so far.

“We both know what I mean,” she hears in response. “You’ve just been elected President of the University Student Union, your father is up for election this year, and even if neither of those things were important enough you must have research you should be doing instead of traveling the coastline with the penniless, disgraced son of an industrialist.” His voice is as matter of fact as it always seems to be with him, but Janaki feels an undercurrent of self-hatred at the core of his little speech. Still, she thinks with a faint flush, it’s nice to know that he has kept up with her just as closely as she had him -- though of course it was much easier to find information about Ramachandra Raghuvanshi, always in the papers at exact, two week intervals so as to prevent the creation of scandals to amuse the public with during a news drought.

“I’d call your father a capitalist if I was really embarrassed to be seen with you,” she says back, “and there is more to be ashamed of in becoming rich through exploitation than in being poor through no fault of your own.”

Janaki hands over his kurta, and watches him wring it out one more time with hands stronger than her own. He smiles slightly. “The revolution never stops, does it?”

“No,” she smiles in return. “Not with me, and not, I think, with you either.”

Rama looks away, walking back to the rope to hang up his shirt. “What do you know about me that makes you so confident?” He pursues his lips briefly. “We weren’t even friends, and still you’re here with me.”

Why are you here, Janaki hears go unspoken, why haven’t you abandoned me as well?

When Janaki arrived on campus all starry eyed at 17, she had taken the student body by storm. Blessed with a vibrant personality and the natural pull of a gravity well, she brought people into her orbit effortlessly, rising up the university party ranks within months rather than years of her peers. Academically, she was registered as an economics student, a category the papers said she shared with the Raghuvanshi heir who had created quite the stir when he took his place at an Indian University instead of going abroad. She had been doing quite well, she thought, until the exhaustion after her first collection drive in support of a local workers’ strike fund had caught up to her and she had slept through a full day’s worth of classes. Just when Janaki had been about to call up an acquaintance in their batch she thought might lend her notes, a folder had been slipped underneath her dorm door. Inside, a set of meticulous notes, and a 2 lakh check.

“Isn’t the factory a subsidiary of the Raghuvanshi group?” Janaki’s roommate asked, turning over the check as Janaki flipped through the notes. Thank you for your work, they said at the top. Please let me know if the workers need more.

“Yes,” she had said, “but we can’t tell anyone about this.” For four years she had kept his secret, waiting for his packages whenever she was detained, or ill, or beaten up and could not attend the day’s lectures. More than just a copy of the class outline, Rama’s notes were full of asides, connections, slips of paper clipped with outside citations when he saw something that could be countered, or expanded on. When the party canvassed for funds, her notes would arrive with another check, no demands made in exchange except a humble request to let him know if they ever needed more.

Janaki looks at Rama now, hair growing long to match his new beard. Ramachandra Raghuvanshi had always been clean shaven, hair short and neat and slightly parted to the side in a way every girl instinctively knew must have been how his mother told him would suit. Her eyes soften.

“You used to take notes for me,” she says, “Why?”

His lips turn down just slightly. “It helped me study, to transcribe them again.”

Janaki raises an eyebrow. She remembers that the notes had always focused especially on areas she was known to be weak in, but she lets his half-truth slide. She has a better arrow in her quiver.

“And the money?”

His eyes are trained to the ground. “It wasn’t my money.” Well, certainly the last six weeks have made that much clear. But Janaki did not remember Rama spending exorbitantly in school: his largest expenses seemed to be the checks he sent her.

“We weren’t friends,” Janaki agrees, “But I knew that you were a good man,” Janaki says, “even if you’ve had to hide it from your family your whole life.” She snorts. “And if we weren’t friends then, we certainly are now -- look, I’m washing your underwear right now, and if that isn’t friendship I don’t know what is!”

The joke isn’t really that funny, but suddenly Rama bursts into laughter, loud and deep in a way Janaki doesn’t think she’d ever heard from him in class, on campus, even in the videos posted by the gossip rags online.

“I’ve never had a friend before,” he finally says, and Janaki tries not to show her surprise or the way that makes her hurt on his behalf. “But I would be grateful to be yours.”

Another two months pass, Janaki and Rama journeying up and down and around the west coast. Slowly, Rama starts to gravitate towards the work that he seems suited to do in trade for the day’s food and shelter, and Janaki watches as he seems to blossom in front of her eyes. Every place they drive into, Janaki begins to ask around and invariably there is a person who, more than needing wood split or clothes washed, is in need of a good scribe to write, in English, the details of their grievance against someone with more power than them. Rama listens, and writes, and accompanies men and women to go see a lawyer, or their landlords, and stands behind them speaking in that perfect colonial era British Indian accent he says he picked up at boarding school, making even Janaki squirm when she hears it.

Janaki’s ideology does not allow for her to venerate colonial markers of class, so that squirm must be one of discomfort, rather than, well, --

It has been three months since Janaki and Rama set out on their travels, and time is running out for Janaki who really does have things she has to get back to: a student union to run, a doctorate to work towards, a father’s election campaign to help out with. But everytime Janaki thinks about waking up one morning without seeing him when she turns her head, the pit in her stomach grows larger and more snarled. She doesn’t know how it happened but somehow Rama has gone from acquaintance, to friend, to....to something Janaki can’t even describe beyond simply laying claim to the person at her side. He has become “her” Rama, even though she knows you can’t own a person -- yet Janaki is greedy, and when she watches the small smiles that their trip has coaxed out of his mouth, watches him bargain with their host so that she can eat her favorite vegetable at dinner, watches him finally fall asleep after talking to her for hours into the night and finally look like the youth he is, Janaki knows that she can’t bear to leave.

“Are you angry,” she asks one day, passing him the newspaper cone of roasted peanuts they’ve been trading between themselves while they sit on the sand of an empty beach. There is no need to clarify what he possibly could be angry about.

“No,” he says, taking the cone. “I obey my father’s will.”

From anyone else, Janaki would laugh, but she knows that he speaks the truth as he sees it. The Raghuvanshis raised the perfect scion, a boy right out of those terrible 90s Hindi films who saw their parents as God and venerated at the altar of increased profits. Yet, they chose to throw him like yesterday’s trash -- but no matter, because their loss is Janaki’s gain, and she knows him, knows what makes him happy and sad, and glad and mad.

She knows, for one, that he is angry and that he needs to acknowledge it before she can ask him to come back with her and start over.

“Yes,” she says, “you obeyed quite beautifully. That doesn’t mean you aren’t upset.”

“Don’t -- I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work.”

She turns to look at him, jaw already clenched where usually it would take five times as long to get him to this state. He’s furious. Janaki’s heart aches in sympathy, longing to gather him up in her arms and tell him that it’s alright to be upset, that it would even be right to feel so, to kiss away the furrow in his beautiful brow and brush his curls behind his ear. But that would only make him close up, so instead --

“Don’t what?” she asks.

His entire body tightens, like a screw wound one turn too much. “I’m not upset,” he hisses, eyes flashing. “I’m fine!” Janaki brushes her hand over the one of his currently crushing the newspaper cone. As if burned, he lets go.

Sita sighs. “We don’t have to talk about it, but you’re clearly angry and it really isn’t healthy to keep it all in. There’s no one here at the beach, so I think you should just scream it out and try to move on with your life.” She’s not being entirely truthful, since she really does think he should talk about his family’s sudden and entire abandonment after years of encouraging near insane amounts of familial loyalty and emotional repression, but even this journey started out with a single step.

“You think I should... scream,” Rama says, eyebrow raised in perfect, aristocratic, condescension. Janaki nods.

“Just go out into the surf, scream at the top of your lungs for 20 seconds, and then we can leave no questions asked. I promise.”

“You won’t bring this up again,” he asks as if to confirm the terms of a business deal. Perhaps that’s what this is to him, finally back on familiar territory. Janaki shrugs, ignoring how her heart sinks to think of him seeing her care as nothing more than something to trade in order to keep away.

“For now.” At his frown, she shrugs again, allowing herself to smile a little. “If it looks like you’re struggling in the future, I’m definitely going to ask again.”

For a moment, Rama’s eyes widen in ...shock? Surprise? Was he not expecting for them to remain in each other’s lives? Janaki can’t allow herself to think too hard or long on the subject, especially since Rama has, without a word, risen and walked over to the surf.

He glances once over his shoulder, and Janaki waves in encouragement. He begins to scream.

20 seconds pass, and Janaki really does think he will stop and walk back, brushing off any questions and wandering back into the village they’ve decided to stay in this week. But then 30 pass, then a minute, and suddenly Rama is just screaming, knees falling into the waves and hands coming up to clutch and pull at his hair and Janaki is running as fast as she ever has to crash next to him in the wet sand. She shifts sideways, putting her body perpendicular to his so that her back is not to the waves but she can still look at his face -- he’s still screaming, doesn’t seem to have noticed her body next to his, tears streaming down his face. Janaki’s hands flail, but finally she realizes that she can only rely on the instincts that have led her the past few months to find him, to drag him on the back of her bike, to tell him to scream.

Janaki pulls Rama into her chest, her arms around him as she begins to weep along with him. Every time she tries to grasp the scale of the injustice done to him, she finds that her mind is too small. He was raised with every luxury, but with a conditional love that demanded a machine instead of a man. He’s stopped screaming, but has replaced it with gut wrenching sobs, hoarse from when his throat seems to have finally given out -- Janaki wonders when he last wept.

She loves him, she realizes, pressing an absent kiss into his hair. That’s what this feeling must be.

“You what?”

Oh, Janaki thinks, did I say that aloud?

“Ah,” she hears, “yes you did.” Rama raises his head, both of them still kneeling in the surf, tear tracks glistening down the cheeks he had just shaved at the request of an older lady who offered to house them if only he would look respectable. “Do you mean it?”

Janaki swallows, the pit in her stomach as large as it ever has been. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be -- she was supposed to convince him to come back with her, and then later talk about how she wants to kiss him silly.

“You want me to come back with you?” Oh for--

“Yes,” she says, confident that nothing she thinks now will remain within the privacy of her mind. “I want you to come back with me, and study to become a lawyer, and live with me as we try to make the world a better place.”

Rama’s eyes are wide, and Janaki wonders if she’s ever seen him look so fragile. He sputters.

“Fragile? I don’t look frag--”

Janaki laughs, bringing her hand up to cradle his cheek, right thumb brushing gently against his cheekbone. “Alright?”

Rama swallows, blinking his assent as if he suddenly can’t speak. A minute passes where the only sound is of the ocean waves crashing gently in front of them, water periodically flooding them up to their hips.

Rama clears his throat. “Do...” he takes a breath, “do you really think I could?”

“What,” Janaki asks, “become a lawyer?”

He nods. “Everything. I...” he looks away, and Janaki feels the beginning of euphoria. In his eyes there is fear, but not dread -- he wants what she wants, wants it bad. “My entire life I was trained to bring honor to our family name, to do that by making money and keeping my family members happy. I don’t--” Janaki’s thumb moves from his cheekbone to his lips, before he can say something idiotic like ‘I don’t know how to keep you happy.’ Rama laughs, eyes glistening with hopefully something other than tears.

“But I don’t know! Your needs are so different from the people I grew up with!”

Janaki leans forward until her forehead rests against his and their lips nearly touch. “I love you as you are,” she says, “the things I want, you’ve already given me.”

She can feel his brow crinkle, pressed as it is against hers. “I don’t own anything to give you!”

Janaki laughs: only the hideously rich could think so.

“I’m greedy,” she says, eyes closed as wave after wave of happiness floods her exponentially like the way the water of the high tide touches further and further parts of the land. “I want things that you’ve given no one else -- your grief, and joy, and triumph, and failure. I want to wake up with you, and go to sleep with you, and make breakfast with you, and dinner too. I want--”

Rama bridges the gap, and Janaki says no more. He gasps when they break apart, and a vicious part of her wants to ask if he’d kissed any of the high society women he’d been photographed with like that.

“No,” he laughs, and Janaki feels another thrill to see it. “It wouldn’t have been polite.” He leans back, bringing up his own hands to cup her entire head in his palms, lips curved in a wistful smile. “Everyday you confuse me.”

Janaki bites her lip when he doesn’t continue. “Do you like that?”

He shakes his head, and suddenly the pit comes roaring back. “I think I love it,” he says instead, smiling still. “I think I love you, Janaki.”

His smile widens, almost a full grin now. “My Jaan.”

#ramayana #maya writes #obviously this is just wish fulfillment #but he goes back with her becomes a lawyer #leaves behind the company #eventually probably reconciles with his family #definitely with his poor brothers stuck abroad who don't know wtf is happening #but he never goes back to running hte company esp when hes in love with communist sita #who gleefully talks about her 'class traitor' husband #he takes her last name when they marry eventually #oh i keep calling her sita on instinct instead of janaki #which is a change i made entirely based on how much nicer janaki videha rolled off the tongue than sita videha #its just a slight different but w/e #i still think sita is the prettier and better name tho #also...had to be janaki so that the nickname could be jaan #had to sneak that shit in ok its gold #but yeah he becomes a lawyer specializing in land rights cases vs the state #its all very sexy

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Why can't you tell him? :o what's the situation, the coronavirus? Or not being able to meet up? 🌻

hahaha yeah the situation is a bit Complicated to put it lightly lol

to put a long story short, he has a girlfriend and that’s the main reason i can’t tell him he’s really pretty

but for like more context because it’s not like i just decided to get a crush on someone who i knew was already taken (and i’m putting this under a read more because it got very long because the situation is A Lot lmao)

i first saw him perform with his improv group like the first week of school, i thought he was Very pretty, and me and my roommate decided to start going to their group’s open practices (mostly because of him but also because we needed to start Doing Things this year). then i found out me and him had a class together and that was great! as soon as i realized this was developing into a serious crush, i like stalked his social medias to find out if he had a girlfriend (because that’s what happened with the crush before him and it was Not Fun), there was no indication he did, so i wanted to try to flirt with him and all that but i was super nervous because i had never really actively done that before and also i thought he was out of my league for a hot minute.

so by the time i felt i was ready to actively pursue him (i.e. do more than just stare at him from across the room and talk briefly during practices or after class), i ended up seeing him with a girl after one of his improv shows, and it was very clearly a Romantic thing, so i felt pretty down and upset. but then like two days later at practice, i overheard him complaining about a date that he went on that weekend, so i was like “oh that could’ve just been a date, it doesn’t mean it’s his gf, but i’m gonna hold off and gather Evidence to make sure he’s single before i actively do anything.”

so for the next month and a half, i was gathering evidence (i.e. seeing if there were any tagged insta posts or if any girl showed up at the other shows they put on, and the biggest one was seeing if any girl was around him at a party that he threw at his place that i was also attending). and essentially, i didn’t see any evidence of a gf (no one at the improv shows, no one at a formal that he was at, no one at his standup performance, and no one at the party!), so by the end of the semester, i was fairly confident that he was single, but it was also the end of the semester so i couldn’t do anything. like we were very friendly to each other and would always talk before and after class and during some practices (and at the time, i thought he was being a little bit flirty at some points), and i ended up getting his number in a very embarrassing way, but i wouldn’t have considered us Friends at that point, just like on the cusp of being friends.

so i decided that this current semester, i would definitely start being more forward, now that i like knew he was single. so i get back to campus, and before i could even see him in person, i saw that someone tagged him in an insta post, and it was definitely a girlfriend. so i went on her profile and saw that she had been posting pictures of them together since october, so it was the girl i saw him with at that first show but eventually discounted!! so it really fuckin hurt because i just got deeper in my feelings and was very certain he didn’t have a girlfriend (like she was not at the party he threw!!!!)

but instead of being super sad about it for a long time, i decided i was just gonna try and be his friend, because he’s genuinely such a cool person and we always got along really surprisingly well whenever we would talk, so i was just gonna try and be his friend and see him as a friend. now, the tricky part came because last year when a shockingly similar situation happened with a different crush and that one having a gf that i found out about, i was able to get over that guy within a handful of weeks after finding out. but with this current guy, that did not happen even though i was just trying to be a friend to him.

my feelings somehow got even more intense (and not in a sense of like “oh i can’t have him, that’s so hot”, like the fact that i couldn’t be with him made me really sad, but it was more like a “oh i’m getting to know you more and talking to you a little more, these feelings are evolving”). and it really sucked because now every time we talked, it really seemed like he was being a little flirty with me!!!! (which he obviously probably wasn’t, he does kinda have a naturally flirty personality, but it still hurt to have that happen when i knew i couldn’t do anything)

but anyways, my goal this semester was to become better friends with him so that by the time summer break came around, we would be able to text each other and still be in communication for those months where i wouldn’t be able to see him in person. so i was starting to get progress on that goal before spring break (the conversations we would have would be longer and more friendly), and i had a whole plan for after spring break where i would ask him to be an actor in my final movie for my film class and that would get us talking and texting more (and also had this idea that his character would get punched in the face and be bleeding and i would apply fake blood that i have to his face.......)

(also like a big thing is that i felt like i couldn’t text him, because the last time i did text him (which was at the end of fall semester), i asked him a question, and he never responded to it. and i don’t hold that against him, it was a weird question sent at the worst time possible, and the most likely thing is that he saw it, thought he was gonna respond later, then forgot about it, so i really don’t hold it against him, mostly because we’ve had plenty of great conversations after the unintentional ghosting. but it still felt weird to just text him, esp bc we weren’t That Close. so most of our interactions happened in person, one-on-one, which i had no problem with and actually prefer!!)

but then coronavirus happened!!!!!!!!! so none of my plan ended up going through!!!!!! the one time we’ve talked one-on-one since before spring break was me responding to one of his insta stories with a joke and him jokingly responding back!!!!!!!!! (and it might have been just a tad bit flirty, but then again what is flirting????) and then last night, he picked my suggestion during the zoom improv show but that’s almost basically nothing but i’m still gonna latch on to that for months until his birthday when i can text him happy birthday!!!!!

so uh tl;dr: got a crush on this guy, thought he might have a gf for a hot minute, did research for almost two months which concluded that he was most likely single, before i could even start to be more forward with my feelings, found out that he Did have a girlfriend, tried to just think of him as a friend, but my feelings only got more intense, then coronavirus happened and i’m not that close of friends with him where i could text him out of the blue, so what i’ve been reduced to is just pining for many months until i (hopefully) see him again in the fall

((also if you read all of this, i congratulate you, and if you are invested and want to know more, because there is more somehow, feel free to DM me, i am always down to talk about this lmaoo))

#ask #uh i'm really sorry this is so long #but it is a Situation #and i enjoy telling the whole story #so uh yeah my life is a romcom and it's living hell!!!#i just really hate that my feelings are not going away and that this is the strongest feelings i've ever felt for someone #also if you want even more juicy details because i could talk about this whole thing for hours please dm me!!!#lauren shut up #anakin harrington #Anonymous

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