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aethelwyneleigh27 · 3 days

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Cowboy!141 x Noble's Daughter!Reader (My Version of the AU)

(How you meet them)

Synopsis: Being the daughter of a noble is a jarring task as you must be always able to keep up appearances, so what exactly happens when your family hires 4 men? Men who seem dangerous yet you know nothing about, all happening to be part of the same group of people. What happens if they take an interest in you? Someone unattainable, forbidden yet also undoubtedly tempting..

Hi lovelies! Lia here again, apologies for the delay and inactivity, I had exams, projects and the recent release of part one of Bridgerton season 3. Speaking of the series, this was inspired by that and RDR2 (none of the elements are historically accurate, I think?), I genuinely hope this does well because this account has not been doing well as of late. With my mutuals leaving Tumblr and some friends are currently ignoring me, I genuinely don't know what to do anymore. From what I know, @ghouljams was the first one who created content in the cowboy!CoD AU but mine is a lot different? So please don't kill me 😭

This will result in headcanons for the next few posts because my brain is attached to this AU so you will be seeing more Cowboy!Outlaw!141.

(Really FEM!Reader, maybe also Plus-size!(Chubby??)Reader?? I don't even know anymore)

More content: My CoD Masterlist

Bless your noble mother's heart, although your was seen as this very respectable and intellectual man of nobility, your mother had this heart of gold having no idea that these rugged men he has newly hired were outlaws, criminals.. murderers?

Yet your father did, something about him felt sinister, well all noble money comes from not so noble cause.

Although your mother wanted you to get to know and be familiar with the newest staff members who would do all the gnarly, energy consuming and physically challenging tasks, she did not want her daughter interacting with men who would be considered improper like seemingly mysterious men who happened to be from a far town looking for a living.

Well without your father's or mother's knowledge, that rule was thrown out the window the moment you saw one of them carrying over some of the crates that contain given by some men to your father for his services and connections, particularly drawn to the one who never seemed to take off the cloth on his face.

Something about the way he stared at you, not seeing the rest of his face, depriving you of clues as to how he felt upon seeing the only lady of the house. You gave him a warm smile, for a moment you thought you saw his lips through the mask perk up, before walking off to the lounging hall for your tutoring on language.

It was odd, you observed them from afar a lot, your personal garden was your sanctuary and you can't help but do so when they talked so loudly, no sign of inside voices.

They called each other names.. Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost. The man you encountered was named Ghost? Surely it's some alias. Well that wasn't something you should fixate on anyway so you leave for your tasks.

You find yourself feeling a little out of it after your lessons, hoping that a little stroll through the stables behind your family's estate would either help the information sink in or keep it shun out of your mind. Either way you'd find yourself in tranquil, you heard a thud behind you and turn to find so called "Ghost" behind you.

He had dropped a crate, one filled with weapons and uncharacteristically hastily picked up all of them without paying much attention. Such an action caused him to unknowingly cut his finger on one of the blades that fell out of it's sheath.

Your eyes filled with concern as you rush over to take his hand in yours before he tried to brush off the cut and get back to his duties. You knew it was dumb to be worried over something so small that the grown man doesn't even flinch and yet there you were, practically cradling his hand in yours.

A white handkerchief that was embroidered with your favorite flowers by your own mother, something you held dear and kept pristine.. using it on his finger to keep the blood from further gushing and wipe off whatever of the red residue was left on his hand.

As the blood stopped to your relief, you brought his finger and spontaneously pressed a feather-like kiss on the wound. You were so used to doing that for your little cousins, nieces and nephews that it was just a force of habit, your face flushed the very moment you looked up to meet his gaze, what possessed you to do that?

You placed the handkerchief in his hand and composed yourself, you told him to keep it and to bring the wound to the physician to get some antiseptics before running off to god knows where.

A few days after that incident, you meet another one of them except..

You couldn't help but rush, you were late for this supposedly short promenade your family has spontaneously planned. Your favourite gloves are no where to be found and with the three sisters you have, you checked room to room, seeing who might've borrowed the lacey white fabric with the sewn in bows.

Without looking your body slams into a wall, is it a wall? You softly groan, your delicate fingers brushing on your forehead that felt like it would bruise later on. Your eyes remained closed for a few seconds as the impact caused you to feel shaken, light headed.

You open your eyes to one of the outlaws, you blink up as your vision adjusted a bit, his dark skin against the light from the window really did something..

"Are you hurt, my lady?" He asked, his deep voice was smooth and rich, almost velvety. He held you up from falling.

"N-no.. Thank you, uhh..."

"Kyle, her ladyship can call me Kyle. Although I hope it's not too informal to your status, my lady." You smiled at his words, certainly a respectful fellow despite him and his group's reputation.

You felt warmth on your sides, his palms against the fabric that separates his skin on yours, he was only being kind for steadying you after you almost fell from the earlier impact but his touch felt addicting, too much as it continued to linger.

"Kyle, it is then" You said softly, suddenly a bit more aware of your surroundings.

Fuck. He was sure he felt something just by hearing the way his name fell from your lips. Normally he'd give people, employers only and only his last name. He was so used to having been called by "Garrick", he had no idea his name would sound different, so sweet coming from a pretty maiden's lips.

He stutters for a moment, realizing that his hands are touching a lady inappropriately, something only someone she's married to would have the privilege of doing. He swiftly removed his hands from your waist and formally excused himself from your presence with the excuse of his duties.

The next time you met one of them was through your mother's ball, she was always the first to throw one to bless the upcoming season of hopes that you, your sisters and brothers shall wed soon.

You had no taste for it after having a lord step on your feet at least 20 times and not even bother to apologize with how high of a pedestal he puts himself in, you found yourself escaping through the back of your estate to the gazebo in the center of your beloved garden.

You took your tight, restricting shoes off and felt the grass on your feet as you walked toward the gazebo, now close enough to see that you weren't alone but you still continued, your feet against the cooling marble platform. You sigh as you prop yourself to sit on the stone railing next to the stranger who was currently taking a puff of his cigar.

You turned your head away, you were thrown into a fit of coughs from the strong scent of the smoke while you swatch some of it away. You tried not to heave for actual air to breathe while the man next to you chuckles, making you feel irritable.

"M'sorry love.." his gruff voice whispers which make you turn towards him, the man offering you a comforting smile.

"Shouldn't you be in there with your family, miss?" Price asked. To which you hum, "I wanted some "fresh air" and silence" you answered. Moments of silence have passed, nothing but the sound of wind that rattled the trees a bit and each other's breaths.

You look towards the light of windows of your home, the ballroom filled with laughter and talk of celebration. You sighed, knowing you must return as your parents would come looking for you, also not wanting for them to punish you for sticking around unchaperoned with their new hires.

He knew you were about to leave, it would be rude for a gentleman to leave a lady without help, hmm? He wasn't a gentleman though, an outlaw, one of the worst titles one can ever bestow a man. He was considered to be of low honor but who cares?

He kneels down on one knee in front of you, gently taking your leg in his huge hand using his thigh as leverage so he can gently slip on you shoes. For a moment you felt his forehead on your knee before he pulls away and offers you his hand..

You took it hesitantly as he helped you off the railing, you look up at him meeting his eyes. Something about them burned, making your stomach churn but not in a manner of discomfort.

You watched his back as he walked away, his footsteps on the cold marble the only thing to be heard as the noise died down..

The morning after, you've barely had enough sleep, was it the events of the previous night? Nevermind, at least you had a day or two for yourself after conducting a proposition to your parents. Free time was worth it for the sore feet you had to endure.

Not really in the mood to change into anything tight or itchy, you remain in your night clothes. Finally, some well deserved time alone, comfortable and flipping pages of a book was your type of thing.

Sure, socializing has it's benefits however nothing beats your time alone or so you thought you were alone..

A table and a few chairs were set up by the servants to your request at the gazebo, giving you the perfect view of the greenery that you have planted the seeds of.

You had your head comfortably leaned onto lounge as you continued reading. Buts something was just so distracting, a few minutes of the constant snipping and twigs breaking, you look up wanting to see who was there tending to the garden.

Your eyes widened a bit, it was improper for a lady to stare a man who has very less clothing. Nothing but his jeans, belt and hat keeping his face shielded from the heat is toned, muscular and tanned torso and arms exposed.

A little later, you hear a grunt coming from the man, Soap was it? You can't quite remember much from the night you eavesdropped on them. You heard his footsteps on the grass nearing the gazebo but you didn't bother to look up, not until..

"Ma'am? May I stay 'ere a moment? Afraid the heat is getting to me" You look up from your book and sit up to see the same man breathless. You nodded and watched as he sat on the stairs, hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

"Excuse me.." You said, loud enough to hear and catch his attention, he looks back from his position. You moved one of the chairs to face your lounge, "Please invite yourself here, I can only think of how uncomfortable the floor might be, especially when you are working at a weather like this one" Signaling him to take a seat on the chair you adjusted.

He gets up yet reluctantly makes himself comfortable on the seat, you pick a drinking glass on display from the silver tray and poured some of the cold lemonade into it, you place it down on the table and slide it to him, offering a warm smile. Your fingers on the base of the drinking glass slightly brushing against his as he takes it.

He thanks you for it and you both enjoyed the tranquil and peace.. yet you can't go back to your book, asking questions and being further interested by the man each minute passes.

The way he talked was something else, it was alluring, comforting and oddly lively, he's told you about his "past" and how he used to be a child.

"Was quite the troublemaker you see, though my family was poor and food was scarce, I found a way to feed the street animals I adore—"

You look at him, so invested on what he was about to say next, it was refreshing to have someone to converse with who isn't interrogating you and practically forcing their ideals of how many babies they want you to birth for them, practically wanting you to die for them.

"I used to steal bread from my neighbor, not a very nice man, selfish really. So I'd often sneak into his shack, leftovers, scraps and anything light enough for me to carry. I'd bring it to Lassie, my favorite stray dog. You remind me a lot of her Bonnie" He said.

"I remind you of a dog?" You weren't so sure if that's a compliment, then again he just called you "Bonnie", what exactly does that mean?

"Home, you remind me of home. Can't say I have felt this comfortable in years, friends and I are usually reserved yet you bring this side out of me, Bonnie. So what spell or witchcraft did you use?" He joked raising a brow at you, for a moment his attention falters as he looks down at the soft mounds of skin exposed on your chest.

"Eyes up here, Johnny."

You warned as you laugh at his question, you notice one of the servants coming out from the estate and into the garden, Johnny smiles and tips his hat to you to excuse himself so that he could get back to work.

Well this is interesting.. isn't it?

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starniolosposts · 2 months

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invite (1)

part one, part two

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: the popular frat boy, chris sturniolo, unexpectedly invites you, the shy and quiet girl, to his frat party.

warnings: shy/unpopular reader, confident/frat boy chris (but he’s still sweet), chris defends you 🤩, pretty long and will have a part two which is the final part

notes: SMUT IS IN THE NEXT PART (you could just read the next part for the smut but this one has all the tension leading up to it hehe;) )

not proofread/edited

“hey.”

you practically jump out of your seat from the voice in front of you, interrupting your study time in the silent library. you shrink into yourself in embarrassment at your reaction, and are even more mortified when its chris sturniolo standing in front of you.

chris grins and leans over the table, hair falling into his face as he scans the study page your on. “seems hard. whats your major again?”

you gulp, throat suddenly turning dry. you don’t answer, honestly kind of scared of saying the wrong or humiliating thing to the one boy you’ve been admiring from afar since college started.

he tilts his head and locks eyes with you, “so you don’t really speak, do you? i’ve never heard you talk before.” he observes, and you bit your lip.

“…i do talk.” you finally manage to say, avoiding anymore eye contact.

chris chuckles before pulling out the chair across from you and sitting down.

your heart rate picks up and you pray that he wont be staying for long. not because of him, but because then you have less of a chance of embarrassing yourself in front of him.

“so, whats your major?” he asks again, and he actually seems interested.

“oh, its animal science. i also minor in biology.” you whisper, seeing the librarian glance over at you both. chris obviously doesn’t care if he’s loud, since he responds with his normal volume.

“oh shit, so you’re smart smart.”

you blush and shrug, tapping your pencil on your notebook. “not really.”

chris smirks. “how humble of you. anyway, i have another question. what are you doing this saturday?”

your eyes widen as you glance up at him, stomach tingling with butterflies. why did that sound like he was asking you out? you bit the inside of your cheek in thought. you should study for an upcoming exam… you shake your head, “i don’t have anything on saturday.”

“perfect. i have a frat party that starts at 7 pm, but show up whenever you want.” chris exclaims, seemingly very pleased as he leans back in his chair.

you blink and then feel a sense of dread in your stomach instead of butterflies. “oh—uhm… i don’t really do parties.” you sheepishly mutter. what you didn’t want to admit was how you have never even gone to a party, nor have been invited to one.

chris smiles charmingly as he looks at you, and you feel so exposed and flustered. “i can tell. its alright if you don’t want to go, i just thought it’d invite you. you seem to study to much, your big brain needs a break.” he taps your study book as he tries to act unbothered.

you think for a moment, then blush blossoms your cheeks. “if i go, uhm, will i be able to stick by you then? i know i won’t really know anyone there.”

chris stares at you with an unreadable expression, his jaw squared and his eyes gleam. he finally nods. “of course. you can follow me around.”

you sigh through your nose and nod, the nerves already flowing through you. “okay.”

“you’ll go?”

“yeah, i think.”

saturday comes faster than normal, the anticipation of the frat party buzzing through you, and it even floats around the lectures you have. apparently a lot of people were going and it was going to be a huge party, everyone was looking forward to it.

while people were excited, you were kind of dreading it. what if chris abandons you and you’re left alone in a group of strangers? what if you trip and face-plant and everyone laughs at you? you shake your head, knowing you were overthinking.

you take a deep breath as you look at yourself in the mirror. this is the most you’ve ever dressed up, and you thought you looked okay. you wore a short, sparkly, black dress and your hair was curly down your back. no one had ever seen you with your hair down, so this was a big step. in the back of your mind you knew you were just trying to capture chris’ attention at least a little bit.

gathering up the courage, you grab your phone and make your way across campus and to the frat house. you can hear the music from a mile away and the flashing lights are prominent the more you get closer.

you glance at the time on your phone, 8 pm. you thought it was weird to show up exactly when the party started at 7, so you waited around for a while.

you tried not to think about how skin tight your dress was, or how short it was, or how your makeup looked. you pushed down your anxiety and tried to convince yourself you would have a good night. you walked inside, wincing slightly as the music was now clear and blaring in your ears.

your number one objective was to find chris, and fast. you looked around swiftly, dodging drunk people and catty girls side-eyeing you.

“y/n!”

you spun around and nervously wrung your wrists behind you, staring at chris as he walked up to you. “hi.”

chris’ jaw clenched as his eyes darted all over you. your hair, your face, your body. he blinked, wondering how you were the same person at the library a couple days ago. “you look great.” he finally says.

you smile shyly and look at his outfit. he wears baggy camo pants with a black long sleeve, a chain, and doesn’t wear his signature hat, so his hair is out and fluffy. he looks handsome as always, but you cant say that. “you too.” you meek out.

“i thought you skipped out, i was worried i would have to go to your dorm and drag you here.” he jokes and smiles, gesturing you to follow him.

you laugh softly and nod, following him into the kitchen with less people and muffled music. he grabs two red solo cups and fills both of them with something. he hands you one, then takes a sip of his.

you look at the contents inside the cup suspiciously, hesitate to try it.

chris looks down at you staring into your cup and chuckles. “don’t worry, i figured you don’t drink so its just lemonade.” he reassured, and you sigh in relief as you sip on it.

“thank you.”

“mhm. what made you agree to come?” chris asks suddenly, leaning against the counter, arms crossed with his cup still in his hand.

you gulp nervously, flustered as you stare at him. “can i be honest?” you ask, doing the same thing as him beside him.

he grins down at you and nods, “yeah.”

you fidget with your cup. “i’ve never been to a party, or invited to one. so when you asked i was nervous, but knowing i had you i was okay.” you blurt out, and you mentally slap yourself for saying so much.

chris is silent for a moment, and you want to run away and go back to your dorm, but then he nudges your shoulder with his elbow.

you look up at him and he smiles warmly. “hey, now that we talked and you came to my party, we’re best friends now. no need to be nervous when i’m here.”

you both stare at each other, and you swore he was leaning closer and glancing at your lips. unfortunately, a voice spoke up.

“chris, i love this party! beer pong was so much fun!” a girl strides in, b-lining straight towards him. she then looks at you weirdly, glancing at how close you were standing next to him.

chris nods at her and looks a little irritated, “good, it’s supposed to be fun.”

you awkwardly look down at your aching feet as they continue talking, this was your first time wearing heals for a long period of time.

the girl glances at you and then looks at chris with a look. “so, who’s she?” she asks as if your not there and she can ask you.

chris sighs and puts an arm around your back and his hand on your arm, making your eyes widen as heat filled you and goosebumps rise on your exposed skin. his hands are rough, but they are gentle with you. “this is y/n l/n, shes in our biology lecture. i convinced her to come.” your face feels hot as he says your full name, did you ever even tell him your last name? how did he know?

the girl hums and looks at you with a confused expression, “oh, i don’t remember ever seeing her. anywhere. but alright, i’m tory.” she smiles concededly. you try and smile back and nod at her in acknowledgment, “nice to meet you, tory. i like your dress.” you say. socializing and making friends is a little difficult for you, but you try your hardest. it didn’t seem to work as she looks you up and down and doesn’t say anything.

chris clears his throat and recognizes the tense situation and dislike from tory towards you, “tory, maybe we could ease off of her, yeah?” his eyes narrow at her, and you see his hand gripping onto his cup harder. you feel embarrassed, but at the same time you feel grateful and appreciated by chris, and its nice.

tory stares at chris in shock before scoffing under her breath, “whatever.” she walks away after that, going into the living room where the party is at.

chris finally takes his hand off of your arm, and you both don’t realize it but you think the same thing.

i miss his touch.

i miss touching her.

“…thanks for that.” you mutter, swirling your lemonade in your cup. chris nods and glares in the direction that tory walked off in. “i never liked her.” he explains, “in high school she dated my brother, matt. totally broke his heart and was so mentally draining towards everyone.”

you furrow your brows and frown, now wishing you weren’t nice to her in the first place. “i’m sorry.”

chris shakes his head and smirks down at you, making you slightly flush. “oh, don’t you worry. we got her back. pranked her for years on end and held blackmail against her.”

your eyes widen and then you laugh, an actual belly laugh. chris stares at you and then starts laughing as well. its just easy when it comes to you.

“its so bad, but i love it.” you giggle, then you ask, “you have a brother? does he go here?”

chris is ecstatic and proud, since he can tell your coming out of your shell around him. he likes it… he likes you. “kind of, i’m a triplet. both of them chose different colleges though.”

you tilt your head in shock, “really? thats so cool, are you all identical?”

his heart skips a beat at the sparkle in your eye and the curiosity in your voice. “sure are. they look exactly like me, but we all have our differences.”

you nod, “i understand.”

suddenly a guy shouts into the kitchen, “hey chris! come play a game with us!”

chris looks at you, and you shrug even if your freaking out inside. you liked hanging out and talking with chris, but with a huge group of people? not your thing.

chris scrutinizes you and states, “you don’t want to, i can tell.”

you silently nod but then shrug again, “i’m fine with playing, only if its with you though.” you look away from him to hide your blush.

he grins and nods before pushing off of the counter, setting his cup down. you do the same and closely follow behind him into the living room. the music is low now, and a group of people are in a circle on the ground or sitting in chairs/couches.

chris dabs people up and nods in acknowledgment at others, and you feel like everyone is staring at you as you follow him like a lost puppy. no one says hi to you.

you sit down next to chris on a loveseat, scooting down your dress uncomfortably. chris notices and swiftly gets up, goes to the front door, grabs his jacket off the hook, and then walks back over. you look at him confused until he laid his jacket over your legs and sat back down like he didn’t just do the nicest thing ever for you.

you feel your heart pumping fast and your veins turn hot. the little gesture made your thighs clench underneath the jacket that smelled like his cologne. glancing over at chris, it only makes you more aware of your attraction towards him. his arm is over the back of the loveseat, his legs spread slightly open as he leans back comfortably.

you feel dirty and flustered thinking about him like this, then snap out of it when someone speaks up from the group.

“alright, lets play the classic truth or dare.” a guy grins. everyone agrees and they start going around in a circle, asking random people. some of them do dares, but they aren’t regular dares, they are sexual. there was a three way kiss, stripping, and licking whip cream off of someones stomach.

your lower stomach only got hotter, the undeniable ache between your legs getting stronger. your mind always went back to chris for some reason, wondering what kissing him felt like, or how his tongue would feel licking whip cream off your skin. you shift, and your thankful for the jacket covering your legs since it blocked the view of your thighs clenching.

chris notices though . he always notices the little things about you. believe or not, he had been admiring you from afar as well. he couldn’t help it, he was drawn to you, the quiet girl in the back of the class. whenever he was in lecture, his eyes would drift to you and observe. he knows you bite your lip when your nervous or thinking, and he knows your leg bounces when your anxious. he knows that you secretly laugh at his jokes behind your hand and that you feed the stray cat that roams around campus. yeah, it was safe to say he liked you a lot, and he notices you.

“the girl beside chris.”

your head snaps up and you gulp nervously. its a blonde guy that smirks at you. “y-yeah?”

“truth or dare?”

“uhm, truth?” you say, but its more like a question. you really prayed it wasn’t anything embarrassing.

he thinks for a moment. “whats the worst thing that has happened to you during sex.”

chris clenched his jaw at the thought of you having sex with someone. its a weird thought, thinking of you with someone else other than himself.

your face immediately is red as you look down at chris’ jacket. you pick at the thread on it and clear your throat. “u-uhm… thats a little personal?”

“come on, don’t be a buzzkill!”

chris glared at the guy, “cut it out, clayton. if she doesn’t feel comfortable saying then don’t pressure her.” he glowers slightly, making clayton raise his eyebrows.

“its truth or dare, man. no outs. she has to answer.”

chris furrows his eyebrows and opens his mouth, but you cut him off. “i’ve never had sex, so i can’t answer.” your eyes are squeezed shut in embarrassment as you grip onto the jacket for comfort. everyone goes silent and you think this is the moment you want the ground to swallow you whole.

chris blinks at you with wide eyes then his jaw is set and his eyes turn dark. his pants are starting to get tighter than before and his hand clutches onto the back of the loveseat. “fuck.” he hisses out, but he made sure he was quiet.

“wait, so you’re a virgin in college? have you even had your first kiss?” tory asks, crossing her arms in amusement. she was milking your humiliation for all its worth.

you tilt your head down and dont answer, which makes her laugh slightly. “wow, so your really inexperienced. how are you even here at this party?”

“tory, stop. i’m serious. i still have those screenshots in my hard drive.” chris speaks up and threatens, looking her straight in the eyes. it makes you peak your eyes open to look over at him. he smiled reassuringly at you, and it makes you feel a lot better, and a lot more needy.

“…lets just move on.” a random girl says, chuckling nervously.

the game continues, and chris lowers his voice to speak to you with no one listening. “are you okay? im sorry that was pressured out of you, ill kill clayton.”

you shake your head, “its fine.” you whisper.

“no, its not. especially with what tory said.” he grunts out then sighs. “i’m sorry.”

you hesitate, but scoot closer to him and smile gently. “its alright. thank you for defending me, not a lot of people do.” you hadn’t meant for it to come out so sad and lonely sounding.

chris bites his lip before nodding, “yeah, of course.” he breaths out.

your eyes dart to his, and you catch a glimpse of desire you had been looking for. your chest heaves slightly harder, your stomach burns, and your eyes glance to his lips.

“…follow me.” he abruptly stands and holds out his hand for you. you knew what would happen if you took his hand and followed him, but you wanted it too happen. you’ve never felt such an easy and instant connection as you have with him, so you don’t hesitate to grab his hand and leave his jacket behind.

some people stare in shock as he takes you up the stairs, but you can only stare at him.

chris quickly takes you to a bedroom and closed/locks the door behind the both of you. he backs you into the wall, hands coming up to slowly grip onto your hips. you nervously look up at him, not knowing what to say or do. you’ve never been touched like this by someone you liked, and it was building up a fire in you that burned your core. the desire for him was too much, you wanted him now.

he gazes down at you with dark eyes. “i’m so glad you came to this party.” he sighs out, his hands slithering around to rest on your lower back, sinfully close to your ass.

your breathing heavily, your hands clenching onto his biceps as you lean into his touch. “me too.” you whisper, your head tilted back onto the wall to look up at him.

it silent for a moment, letting you feel his hands travel over your dress and to your waist. "i really like you, you know?" he whispers, and for the first time you see him slightly bashful but still confident, and your stomach tingles in the best way.

your heart jumps to your throat at his confession and your legs tremble, a shaky but content smile reaches your lips, "really?"

chris nods slightly before leaning into your neck and lowly muttering into your skin, "and i really want to fuck you, too." his lips come into contact with your neck, pressing feather light kisses onto your sensitive spots. he moved closer to you, caging you against the wall.

your heavy gasps and panting mixed together, and the bedroom got hotter by the second. then, he hiked your dress up to your hips and traced his fingertips on the lace of your panties, getting closer and closer to where you were desperate for him.

you gasped and clung onto him, whimpering as his fingers lightly brushed your clothed clit, but then teasingly moved back to tracing the edge of your panties. “chris…”

“hm? what is it, baby?” chris smirked into your neck, his tone teasing and amused. he loved your needy little gasp and wanton whimpers flowing from your lips. his cock was pressing against his jeans at how sensitive you were, knowing that you were this way because he was the first to ever touch you like this.

“i’m nervous.” you murmur, shivering as hands go to your hips to softly grip them. you look up at him and bite your lip.

chris glances at your plump, wet lips and wishes he could ravish them. but then he reminds himself that he has to go slow and teach you some things. “no need to be nervous, i’m right here.” his thumbs massage right beneath your lace on your hips.

you gulp and look to the side, contemplating what you were about to do. “…are you just saying all of this so you can have sex with me?” you blurt out your insecure thoughts, and frown at the silence heavy in the air. did you ruin the mood?

“hey, look at me.” chris demands gently, hooking your chin and making you lock eyes with him. “i never say anything i don’t mean. i know we only met a couple days ago, but i’ve always noticed you.”

your face flushes even more than it already was, your hands hesitantly running up his stomach to his chest. “i noticed you too.” you whisper. he shivers at your touch and words before sighing contently, “i know, i see you staring.” he teases, chuckling as you look away in embarrassment once again.

“on a serious note, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. but if you want to continue, i wanna set a rule first.”

your eyes dart to him, searching for any sign on him lying about anything. there is none, only lust and fondness in his blue eyes as he looks at you. you nod, “alright, what is the rule?” you ask curiously, getting more bold and sliding your hands up his shoulders and around to his nape. you play with his hair slightly and see that he holds back a groan, which you save for later use.

“if you say yes, you’re mine.” his tone is serious and low, it makes your thighs clench and the burning in your stomach feelings like molten. “no dating, fucking, or seeing other guys. we would be exclusively only seeing each other, i don’t just do random hookups on a saturday night.”

you softly smile and nod, “me neither, obviously.” you mutter with slight embarrassment. he laughs and grins at you, “so, do you want to continue, baby?” he asks teasingly, leaning down closer to your lips.

you lick your lips and nod shyly, “yeah. i really do.”

chris hums and one of his rough hands travels to the top of your panties. his fingertips dip into the fabric, trailing across your lower stomach slowly. his eyes stare into yours, savoring your reactions and small noises.

your pussy clenched as his lips suddenly grazed your ear and he lowly whispered, “do you want my fingers, y/n?”

you whine shamelessly and nod, too worked up from a simple whisper and some light touching.

“yeah? then beg.”

holy fuck.

to be continued with actual smut… sorry its so long! i cant help but like the tension leading up to it

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Chase the Mirage

pairing -> Cyno x Adventurer!Reader x Tighnari; poly

word count -> 2.4k+ words

themes -> fluff, established relationship, scenarios and headcanons

(masterlist) (next) Two Akademiya giants, infatuated and hooked to a simple adventurer from the Adventurer's Guild. Absurd as it may seem, for Cyno and Tighnari, their lover is simply lovable like that.

Cyno and Tighnari.

Two prominent names in the Akademiya and Sumeru as a whole, regarded almost in a legendary manner.

When gossipers so willing to waste time on talking about other people's lives speak about the two's romance divinations, they always guessed that they would either be with someone who has the same academic prestige or none at all.

It was only when facts surfaced did they realize that the former was accurate, if only for half of it, at least. Never would they have imagined that THAT person from the Adventurer's Guild, the one adventurer practically glued to the hip with how they frequently take on their commissions, would be romantically involved with - not one - but BOTH of them!

Scary Serious Cyno and Strict Tighnari, and in between is some insignificant, unremarkable, UNEDUCATE-

"I strongly advise you keep that mouth shut." The table of scholars shied away from the polearm embedded in the table in front of them.

"If not for my sharp ears, I would have thought you lot were talking about yourselves," a second voice spoke followed by a hand laying upon the shoulder of the gossiper, grip tightening after every emphasized word. "Insignificant. Unremarkable. Uneducated. Amurta scholars too? What a disappointing batch you are."

Ungloved hands came into view to retrieve the polearm with barely any difficulty, and those who dared raise their heads were swiftly met with a fiery glare, burning them like the sinners they are. Even if not on paper, they felt like they had to atone for something far greater than they anticipated.

"You're lucky that today's a vacation day." A pause. "Forget it, not even worth the joke, what you said was already laughable."

"No need, they've already made a fool of themselves anyways. Besides, we have places to be." And their footsteps echoed throughout the House of Daena as they left, catching the last bits of their conversation before the double doors shut close behind them.

"The joke I thought up in the moment was quite good though."

"I don't want to hear it."

It was true that they were lucky that day, a blessing to have survived, but the rest of the week was devastatingly horrible. Numerous matras catching their gazes, getting banned from Pardis Dhyai seminars that were already as exclusive as they can be; they were more on edge that week compared to the weeks they had an important exam on. And so from one word of mouth to the next, an unofficial rule became sacred.

No matter how absurd it may seem - Cyno, Tighnari, and your relationship, is no laughing matter.

And archons forbid if you were the one to overhear such things. Punishment is always guaranteed when your feelings are hurt.

About Their Worries:

Despite their trust in your capabilities, being an adventurer still puts you in a significant amount of danger no matter how seasoned you are with the craft. At the start, they would coax you to train your combat skills with them, even urging you to practice with their weapons - even if it's not your preferred armament.

There would be a clearing in the forest where you practice, usually with Collei when she feels that her bow skills are lacking. Tighnari and Cyno were content on watching or talking on the side in the beginning, letting you and Collei learn by yourselves, helping each other, etc.

But when you managed to somehow shoot yourself on the foot, none of them trusted you to be alone with a bow ever since.

At times when you do end up getting injured, they'll be doting as they are scolding, genuinely worried for you.

But despite being a simple human, you're also quick to dispel their worries, always rising up every time you fall and assuring them that it's not the end of the world.

There's a worry in their eyes that you can't quite place and they can't quite word, but no matter the doubts festering in their mind, you always find a way to make them smile with your own. "I guess I just used up all my luck by having two magnificent men as my boyfriends, I can't really complain!"

They'll shake their head in exasperation but with a fond smile on their face. On the rare occasions that things did get too dire, you just let them do their thing.

Let them care for you, let them worry about you, let them spend what little free time they have with you; anything to appease them until they're confident that something like that won't happen again.

About Commissions:

Yet even when they had permitted you to go back to your commissions, there's still a bit of their influence hanging over your shoulder.

Like how suddenly all the available commissions are tame in comparison to the ones you dealt with prior to getting injured, how Katheryne kept exclaiming that there are no missions outside of Sumeru available at the time, or how Kamal won't look you in the eye when you realized your usual commissions are now of a lower rank than what you're capable of.

Their scheming became much more apparent when a special commission opened up that specifically requests your assistance.

"They need an extra set of hands to help prepare for a seminar in Pardis Dhyai today."

"Probably just to doll up the place. Who should I approach there, the contact?"

"Yes, it's - " Katheryne starts on auto-pilot, only to halt her own words and shut her mouth in obvious hesitance. That was one of the oddities of today. "It's not specified but I'm sure you can just ask around." You nodded slowly with a skeptical stare, that of which the receptionist ignored by turning to the shelf behind her.

It was only when you saw an uncharacteristically smiley Tighnari standing by the pathway to the site did all the weirdness of today finally click into place. At the sight of your unamused stare, his toothy smile became more smug. "It's nice to see you again, dearest." Followed by him ruffling your hair.

"Tighnari, I was with you and Cyno yesterday." A pause. "Is there even a seminar - "

"But of course! I'm not that foolish to lie to you, now come on, we have hundreds of chairs to lay out." They've done this a million times by now. You know, oh you know for sure that they didn't really need an extra hand to set things up - but when your Forest Watcher took your hand and guided you inside, excitedly talking about today's lecture (where he's the speaker, mind you!), you simply squeezed his hand and let him be.

The rest of your day was expertly derailed after Tighnari convinced you to stay in the duration of the seminar, unable to refuse and as such, your other commissions had to be done the next day. At least the celebration feast for a job well done that day was delicious...

Shortly after hearing about this stunt, your other boyfriend thought it was a good idea to replicate it!

Cyno was ever so thankful that you were gullible when it comes to his advances.

"Save your energy, it's a long walk back. If you have any final words, save them for judgment day."

The terrified scholar had lost all will to talk back from the terrifying glare the General Mahamatra had upon looking down at him, frozen in fear as his hands gripped the burning sand below. Sensing that he wasn't getting up anytime soon, Cyno was about to speak again when a groan from behind took their attention.

"Archooons, you ran off so far, I don't think I can walk back that far again," you whined as you plopped your ass on the sand in front of the scholar. "Can we take a quick break? I'm already out of water... Hey, do you have any water left?"

The shift in tone and personality between you two was... Jarring. Still frozen but not out of fear, the scholar dumbly blinked at your stretching form, looking at him expectantly.

Only when the General stepped close to retrieve his staff did he finally snap out of his trance, looking up to see a stern glare still pointed at him, which flicked over to you for a second to send the message. Right, you asked for water. "I-I think I still have some, yes!" His shaky hands made quick work to retrieve his waterskin, uncapping it for you before handing it over.

"Ahh, you're a blessing in disguise! Thank you!" Graciously taking the waterskin, you were about to drink when Cyno suddenly snatched it out of your hand, earning a 'hey!' from his robbery. But instead of taking the water for himself, the white-haired man simply wiped inside and around the mouth of the waterskin with a spare cloth before handing it back to you.

The reprimanded scholar lived to tell the tale of the sight of the General Mahamatra giving his lover a piggyback ride through the desert, while you wore his headdress to cover your overheating brain. Had it not been for the consequences he faced that day, the scholar would have simply thought that the whole ordeal was a hallucination. If there were doubts about the authenticity of your relationship, that tale gradually diminished the doubters.

About Adventuring:

Of course, there would still be times where their stunts can't keep you near for too long, like commissions outside of Sumeru or simply your desire to go to the other regions.

There's a whole world out there, wondrous and colorful, it's just a shame that neither of them had the free time to see it.

But they know their boundaries and they respect your desires, after all, you're still an adventurer first and foremost. Adventure is in your heart, they only came after and squeezed themselves in. It was your duty as an adventurer that brought you to them and they are grateful for that.

So to stall for time a little bit and show you just how much they would miss you, Cyno and Tighnari usually packs your bag for you on these occasions. Their own little touch reminding you of them even through the simplest of things:

Tighnari always made sure that you have a small medicine kit in your person at all times, little vials filled with organic medicine he prepped himself if you were to fall ill or injure yourself on your journey, where he wouldn't be able to tend to you. There's a mini handbook for it too, explaining the contents, its use, application and how frequent you can use it.

By this time, you must have remembered these homemade medicine by heart already, what with Tighnari lecturing you about them as frequently as he could. But the adorable notes together with the pressed flowers always had you smiling whenever you take it out.

There would also be a random flower well-preserved and sneakily tucked in to your bag, just to drive home how much he misses you and wants you to miss Sumeru enough to come back to them. Make sure to keep the flower safe and bring it back to him when you come back, the smile you receive when you ask him to make it into a bookmark is out of this world.

Tighnari also makes sure you bring enough rations to last you until you reach the next town, filling up your flask with cold water so you don't dehydrate. Sometimes, there'll be warm pita pockets in your bag freshly made by Collei just for you! Just make sure to eat them immediately or else it'll spoil in your bag.

Cyno, he... Well, there's a joke book there, what else do you expect? Well not exactly, more like a joke notepad that you're supposed to read strictly once a day! This is one of the reasons why your lover always asks the exact days that you'll be gone, and makes sure to prepare a joke a day for you to read, like a daily gospel of some sorts.

He wants to make you laugh even when he's not there, and so he makes sure to fill the pad with good material that will surely make you smile. However, unlike his usual jokes, these ones were more loving and yearning. Conveying the underlying desperation of him missing you as the days go by:

"If you were a criminal, I wouldn't have let you go." "You're going to Inazuma, right? Make sure to bring back some snacks, I've been laven-der melons from there." "I love you to the moon and back... But a shorter journey would be preferable."

It's very apparent to everyone around them that you're out of Sumeru for a while - not just because you're obviously not there, but with how they both are around each other more often than not.

Tighnari is quick to be irate, and the General tends to bury himself with Matra work, those days were hell for even minor offenders in the Akademiya. Tense air follows them like a Withering Zone manifests wherever they walk, and it is always a blessing whenever you're back home.

A few steps away from the Akademiya, Tighnari's ears straightened up and twitched suddenly, followed by Cyno's nose wrinkling in recognition. These footsteps and scent -

"Cyno! Tighnari!" The two in question cringed when you stumbled on your own two feet from running, clearly exhausted from the heavy gasps leaving your lungs. But you still made it over to them, hair in disarray and adventurer's uniform skewed here and there, with that smile they've been missing for a month now. "I'm back!"

Chuckling to themselves, Tighnari took the heavy bag off of you while Cyno made it his mission to pat your hair down. "How did your trip go?" And with each hand in their own, the three of you walked out of the city side-by-side, serious Cyno and strict Tighnari freely smiling as they listen to you excitedly rant about your adventure.

Two Sumeru big shots in love with a significant, remarkable, lovable adventurer.

No doubt about it.

I almost went wild and made a whole ass series for this. But no, I must not tempt fate. But damn, this fic is not enough to hold all my thoughts for this.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #cyno x reader #tighnari x reader #gender neutral #exile.flower #genshin impact fluff #Sumeru Arc #genshin impact #cyno #tighnari #chase the mirage

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gamermattsgf · 27 days

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Heyyy guys… it’s me… I’m baaackkk… 🌝 BUT. Just to explain some things.

I’m sorry for not opening my notifs and reading things I’ve been tagged in and just being my normal tumblr self atm (it’s been a while and I’ve missed my family on here fr 😔). But that’s because someone in my own personal family has just recently passed away, and also because my my final year of high school has slowly been coming to an end. My exams start in a week, which has been a pretty scary thing for me to realise.

At the moment I’ve been trying to learn to cope with this unexpected loss and also simultaneously study for said exams, meaning I have been up to 90 with stress practically every other day and felt like opening tumblr was just another chore for me to do. A chore that I most definitely neglected, hence why people thought I had disappeared into thin air.

Trust me, I’m back!! But just to let you know that my updates will probably be a lot less frequent whilst I get past this pretty important stage of my personal life. Sometimes the only thing you’ll get from my account is tumble weeds blowing in the wind.

But I feel happy now that I at least gave you my explanation as to why that may be… And to tell you that I’m halfway through the final cherry popper update in the series (who’s ready?!!! 🤫). Additionally, after I finish the rest of the ‘coming soon’ titles on my masterlist, I’ll be starting a new sort of group of oneshots called the ‘summer melancholy’ series. And yup- you guys guessed it, they’ll be a mixture of angst and romcom tooth rot (possibly some sad smut in the mix there too, but we’ll see when we get there lol).

I’m super excited to start writing something new for you guys and I feel like the summer break is the perfect time to do it- I already have my themed playlists for them ready 😔✊ but ANYWAYS, that’s besides the point hehe.

To round off, thank you all so much for being so patient with me and even bothering to message me at all to ask if I’m okay. All of that stuff means so much to me, even when I see the notifs piling up and can barely stomach to open the app. I’m still thinking of all of you lovely people positively.

I appreciate you all and love you like the stars love the sky.

So here’s my current fav Matt picture to cheer you all up: <3

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sub matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #gamermattsgf #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader smut #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader

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singsangseung · 6 months

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Study Date

Hhhheeeeyyyyy besties it's me @astraysimp! I’m switching it up and writing some smut–the duality. I’ve been having some UNHOLY thoughts lately…. And well here we are :D this is my first time writing smut though, so please be considerate of that. I plan on writing a mix of smut and fluff, and in the future plan on having a masterlist dedicated to smut only. Anyways, Enjoy (grab a snack this is a LONG one)

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀Summary: you have an exam coming up, so you ask your lovely boyfriend Seungmin to help you study. However, things go awry, you have other plans and end up not studying at all

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀Warnings: college!boyfriend Seungmin, dirty talk, hair pulling, ROUGH, degradation kink, fem!reader, Seungmin wears gray sweatpants, unprotected sex(DONT BE A FOOL AND WRAP YOUR TOOL), chance of getting caught, hard!dom Seungmin,cussing-lots , reader is called slut,etc, choking kink,squirting

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You had a calculus exam next week and you knew you needed to study. But, you also knew you missed your boyfriend Seungmin. So, you had the idea to text him for a study date , so you sent him a text. “Hey baby, want to help me study for my calc exam?” You sent it to him , waiting for a reply. Giggling, you heard your phone ding, signaling his reply. “Sure,bubs. I’m at my dorm,come on over <3”. So, you made your way to his dorm building.

Arriving at his dorm , he buzzed you in and you made your way to his dorm room. Humming to yourself, you knocked on his door, before he answered. Smiling, he opened the door and leaned in for a kiss. “Hi, babes. Ready to study?” He whispered against your lips, feeling you kiss him back. “I am, bubba.” You smiled, kicking your shoes off and closing the door. Holding your hand, Seungmin led you to his room, sitting on his bed. “C’mon princess, study time,” He smiled, patting his bed. Then…you noticed, gray sweatpants, perfectly showing the outline of his cock. The sight of his sweatpants and the outline of his cock had your mind wandering. Sitting on his bed, you tried to push the dirty thoughts from your mind so you could focus.It went well for about 25 minutes, but then you started getting bored. “Minnieeeee, why’d you wear thoooseeeee? You know what those do to me.” You whined, throwing a leg of his waist and pressing wet kisses to his neck and jaw. “Yah, control yourself baby. You said you wanted to study for your exam.” He groaned, feeling his resolve slowly die. You just couldn’t help yourself though, he looked too good and his dick was PRACTICALLY asking for your attention. Humming, you moved to straddle his waist, sucking hickies into his neck, running your hands along his chest. “Mmm, can’t baby. Need you, ‘s been too long,” you whispered, grinding your pussy against his hardening dick. Seungmin groaned, threading his hand into your hair, pulling your head back. “Fucking pathetic. All you can think of is my cock huh?” He taunted, pressing his dick into you. Whining, you moaned and ground yourself harder against him. “F-fuck, yess baby. Want your cock so bad, ‘so so big, need it in me,” you whined, feeling your panties growing wetter. “Pathetic, what a needy slut. Work for it, my little slut.” He laughed, using his spare hand to grip your ass, grinding you on his dick faster and harder. You whined and pulled him in a searing kiss, your tongues colliding and hastily pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, along with your sweats and panties. “Fuck, fuck, so big, sir.” You whined, taking his cock into your hand.

Seungmin scoffed and lolled his head back, smacking your ass. “Come on, thought you wanted my cock. Hurry before you don’t get anything.” He rolled his eyes, feeling you line your cunt up with the tip of his dick. Moaning, you slowly sank down on his cock, feeling it stretching you.”FUCK! Oh my good, sir, fuck, minnie! SO big hhnnngggggg.” You whined, eyes clenched shut as you rolled your hips, grinding your clit against his pelvic area. Chuckling, he watched you slowly bouncing on him and slapped your ass. “That’s all you got. Come on, does sir have to do it all for you? How pathetic.” He, suddenly, thrusted up into your cunt. “fffuuuccckkkkkk!Sir! S-sir, cock’s so big! More please! “ You moaned, eyes closed and your head thrown back. Sighing, he pulled your hair hard and flipped you over, on the bed. Seungmin hissed, seeing how wet your cunt was, and guided his dick back into you, pressing your legs to your chest. “Fuuuck, baby. Your cunt is so good. So tight and wet for me.” He groaned, watching the way his cock slipped into you. Nodding, you grabbed the bedsheets. “Fuck! Sir, fuck- so good! Hhhnngggg!” You cried out, as he sped his thrusts up. Pounding into you, Seungmin wrapped a hand around your neck, snapping his hips against yours. “Fuck! Clenching my cock so good, princess. What do you say to sir?” He groaned, eyes focused on your fucked out face , he put pressure on the sides of your neck. “Hhhhhhnnnggggggg! Oh my - fuck! Thank you sir! Thank you- fuck you fuck me so fucking good!” You whined, opening your eyes to see him staring back at you.”Yeeeaaaaaah. Taking sir’s big cock so well, yeah. So fucking wet baby. So tight, clenching my cock like that,” he hissed, rolling his head to the side. Whining, you held onto the hand around your neck. “Fuck me! Oh my fucking goooddddd! Seungminn! SO fucking close,hhhnnggggg!” Leaning down to your face level, Seungmin scoffed. “ You don’t get to cum that easy, slut. Beg.” He smirked, flipping you onto all fours.

Burying your face in the pillow , you cried, his hips snapping against yours harder. “Fuuuck! Please let me cum sir! Please, want to cum on your big cock so bad. Please please please!” You whined, and threw your ass back on him. That seemed to not only not satisfy him but annoy him. Pulling your hair back, he pulled your back to his chest and put his hand around your neck. Groaning into your ear, he only sped up and hissed into your ear. “ You’re going to take what I fucking give you. Got it, slut?” He seethed, pushing your body down, the front of your body collapsing on the bed, and smacked your ass. “What a pathetic slut. What happened to studying,hm? Wanted to study my cock, this whole time.” He groaned, pulling your hips flush against his and ramming into your harder. You cried and turned your head to see his face– sweaty and brows furrowed with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. “Yah! I asked you a fucking question, slut. Answer me, or you don’t get anything, understand?” He roared down at you, smacking your ass, and pulled your hair. “Aaaaaahhhhh! Hnnnnngggggg, fuck! Fuck yes! Just wanted your cock this whole time,sir,” You whined, feeling your orgasm approaching. Chuckling, Seungmin rolled his hips into you slowly, the tip of his dick hitting your g-spot.

He knew that spot sent you overboard, so… he pulled out–only leaving his tip in you. Crying you reached back to try to make his dick sink into you. “Why’d you stop? Fuck,sir! PLease, need it ! need to cum, please let me cum! Please please please oh fuck–” you whined, feeling him snap back into you. “So fucking desperate for my cock,” he glowered, enunciating between each thrust. You could only nod , your eyes rolled back, which made him laugh. Smacking your ass, Seungmin groaned, feeling you clench his dick tighter. “Oh poor slut. Fucked all dumb on my cock.” He laughed condescendingly, watching you shake your head and clutch the bedsheets with white knuckles. “Maybe I should test you, slut. If you pass, I’ll let you cum.” That thought alone had you gushing around him, moans falling from your lips. “Oh my little slut likes that? If you fail…. No cumming , slut. You take my cum and don’t fucking complain.” He laughed out, hips hammering against yours-sending his cock to hit your g-spot. “Let’s start,hm? What’s the equation for the constant rule?” he asked, pulling you up by your hair, slowing his thrusts. “Hhhnnngggg-f-fuck- it’s d over d times x all muliplied by…fuck” you whined, feeling him reach down to rub your clit.”What was that, my little slut?” He sneered, snapping his hips into yours once. “Fuuucccccckkkkkk! Fuck it’s d over d times ex all multiplied by c equals 0, sir” You whined, feeling his thrusts speed up. “Good job, slut. You got that right, next question……what are the 4 basic steps to finding the derivative?” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your neck, your eyes rolling back. “Come on….1….2….if i get to three you get nothing.1……2…..” He counted, slowly rubbing your clit. “What’s step 1?” “fuck…choose the interval,” you moaned, reaching down to grip his wrist. Continuing his rubbing on your clit, “step 2?” “2 is..-oh fuckkkkk-find the r-raw change,sir.” You moaned, throwing your head forward. He only nodded, slightly speeding his thrusts up. “Gooood, good slut. What about 3 and 4?” He hissed, slowly fucking his cock into you. “Ooooh fuuuuuckkkk. Oh god, I’m close.Min min minnnn, right there fuck.” You whined, feeling his tip hit your g-spot. “Only two more steps, honey.” He soothed you, rocking his hips steadily, sure to hit your g-spot every time. “3-fuck-3 is find the rate of change and -fuck meeeee sooo big hnnnggggg- 4 is make your model perfect.” You rushed out .

Smirking, Seungmin quickly flipped you onto your back, going back to pounding into you with a hard fast pace. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to your lips, seeing the tear stains on your cheeks. “Gooood job, my slut, my pretty slut. I can feel you clenching me.” He cooed, still ramming into you, reaching down to rub fast circles in your clit. “You close, does my slut want to cum?” He smiled, his hips colliding with yours. Shrieking out, you nodded. “Fuck yes yes yes! Please- hhnnnngggg- fuck please let me! So close, minnie!” You groaned, pulling his hair. Caging you against the bed, Seungmin snapped his hips against yours. “One last question…..who fucks you this good?” He punctuated, the tip of his dick hitting your g-spot HARD. You threw your head back, legs shaking and vision blurry. “Oh fuuuucccckkkk! You! You,sir ! Minnie fucks me this good! Aaaaaah, need to cum!” Smirking , he drew his hips back, snapping them against yours, for the last time. “Yeeeeaaaahhh. Fuck, good little slut for me! Taking my cock so well. Soak my cock, only thing you’re good at,” he groaned out. That’s when the band snapped and you squirted, covering his dick, lower abdomen and bedsheets in your release. “Fuuuuckkkkkkk! Miiiiinnnnniiiiiiieee!HHhhhhhnnnnggggg!” You cried, arching your back as he spilled his cum into you.”Fuuuck, yeeaahhhh baby! Take my fucking cum,” he groaned, head thrown back.

Once you recovered and he had changed the bedsheets; he gave you a change of his clothes– his shirt and a pair of boxers– and slipped them onto your tired body.”Think you’re ready for that exam, princess?” He smiled, softly pecking your forehead, as you curled into him. “Mmmmm, I don’t know.” You giggled, playing with his hand as he laughed. “Yah! Naughty! But, I know you’ll do well, jagiya.” he smiled, tucking the both of you in, letting a yawn out. “Let’s sleep, sweetheart. We can get coffee in the morning….if you can walk.” He snorted, leaning down to kiss you. “Good night minnie moo, love you.” You smiled, throwing an arm around his midsection and fell asleep. “Love you too, jagiya. Sleep well,” then he drifted off to sleep, dreamland pulling him in.

And for the record .. you passed with flying colors.

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a-strange-familiar · 1 year

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wait! since harry's birthday is tomorrow can you make a fic about y/n celebrating his birthday?

Yeahhhhh... It's just a small fic , I'm actually busy with my exams🥲.... but I couldn't resist this. IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY. (Not proof read)

Thank you for the request nonnie, let me know if you like it <3

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Birthday boy

Harry woke up with his beautiful girlfriend pressing kisses all over his face and neck. He hummed at the feeling and smiled with his eyes closed.

He appreciated the love and the softness of her lips for a while and opened his eyes to his girlfriend who is smiling now.

"Happy birthday, baby!" She said with a huge grin and pressed her lips to his passionately. He let her kiss him,there is no other best way to start his birthday other than this anyway.

She pulled away from him, with the same beautiful smile that he fell in love with.

"What a great way to start my day." He said with a smirk on his face.

"Anything for the birthday boy. And now get up because your girlfriend did a lot of hardwork and made you breakfast." She said while getting off of the bed.

Harry just chuckled and shook his head at his girlfriend while she practically ran out of the room.

After a while he went down stairs and found his Y/n arranging the table with amazing breakfast.

"Baby, this smells soo good." He complimented her while sitting on the chair.

"Thank you, bubs."

"But really you didn't have to do all of this. I would be happy to just spend some time with you." He admitted while stuffing his mouth with the delicious breakfast that his love made for him.

"Oh shhhh. It's your birthday obviously I'm gonna cook for you, but don't get used to it. It's only your birthday special." She said with a cheeky smile on her face.

He laughed." I'll keep that in mind, and I'm glad you made this, this is soo good."

They had their breakfast while talking and laughing.

After completing breakfast and loading the dishes in the dishwasher they settled on the couch for a bit. Few minutes later there is a knock on the front door.

Harry furrowed his brows and asked "Are we expecting someone ?"

Y/n just shrugged her shoulders and ushered him to open the door.

The moment he opend the door he met with two bright smiling familiar faces.

His mother and sister shouted and practically lunged at him and attacked him with a hug. He was surprised, no he was shocked to see them and also skipped a heartbeat for the sudden shouting. But he embraced them, he smiled at his mother and sister and hugged back tightly.

"Mom, Gemma! What are you guys doing here ? " He asked once they pulled back from each other.

"It's your big day, lil bro. Obviously we will be here." Gemma said and hugged him again.

"Happy birthday, H." She said to him.

"Thank you, Gem."

After pulling away from Gemma, Anne went in for a hug again. "Happy birthday my love. I'm soo happy and proud of you for everything you have done."

"Thank you,mum." He could feel tears brimming in his eyes but he stopped before falling.

Y/n joined them while they are talking and Gemma noticed her first and went to hug her. They both hugged and laughed about something Gemma said.

He can't help but awe at the sight of his girlfriend, the love of his life and his mother talk and laugh together happily.

They all went inside and caught up on each other and talked about everything and anything.

While his mother and Y/n are in the kitchen together, Harry can't help but fall in love with her all over again. The way his love and his mother are talking and being comfortable with each other is just making him soo happy. The way his mother tipped her head back laughing at something Y/n said and placing her palm over Y/n's, he couldn't help but observe these little details.

Gemma sat with him and patted on his shoulder. " penny for your thoughts "

He smiled

"Nothing just happy that you both made it here. I'm soo happy to spend time with you guys."

"Me too. We missed you a lot. And you have to thank Y/n for this. She is the one who planned this and made us fly here. She booked the tickets and asked us to keep it as a secret from you." Gemma smiled and squeezed her brothers hand.

Harry just went speechless with that. His love towards her increasing with every passing minute. His heart is bursting with happiness and love.

Gemma squeezed his hand again. "She is perfect Harry, I have never seen you this happy or soo deep in love. Trust me she is the one. Never let her go."

He turned his head and looked at the women he is madly in love with, still talking to his mother about something that she is showing on her phone.

Then he met eyes with Y/n. She turned her head and looked at him, meeting his emerald ones. She smiled at him and blew him a kiss.

He smiled with his heart in his eyes, how is he not supposed to fall in even more love with her ?

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Harry and his mother are driving back home from the grocery store, apparently his mother need some ingredients to make deserts . So they both ran to store to get them.

"You look so happy, darling " his mother said while both are half way into the drive.

He smiled and said "I am , mum. I'm soo happy and feel soo lucky"

"I'm happy you guys are here. I'm happy because Y/n makes me happy " He said with smile adored his face and blush creeping his neck.

"I'm soo happy to see you guys together. You both are soo good to each other. I can't wait her to be completed family. It's not like she is not a family now, but I can't wait to completely make her my daughter." Anne said and squeezed his arm.

The taught of marrying Y/n brought butterflies in his stomach. They have been dating for three years now and madly in love ever since. They were friends before that and that blossomed into lot more later.

With Y/n he felt safe, he felt like he never loved anyone before. He felt comfortable around her to show his flaws and be himself, her felt confident. He felt home with her.

She is his muse.

He had been imagining his future with her form soo long, but now that even his mother saying that made him happy. Him marrying her and having kids and building a home with her, everything is soo surreal.

"Yeah, even I can't wait for that "

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When they entered the house everything is soo silent, he wonderd where Y/n is.

As he and his mother made their way inside he got startled with a huge sound of people shouting happy birthday.

His friends and his team, band everyone are present. Everyone wearing a party hat and some party glasses.

Harry is soo happy to see everyone, house is decorated. It's simple but beautiful, he figured that Y/n did it all with Gemma's help. His heart swelled at that, she did this for him. Surprised him with his mother and sister and now a Surprise party. She is an angle he thought.

"Mum, you knew about this, didn't you ?" Harry asked his mother.

She smiled and shrugged.

There are just few people it's not a huge party, just selected amount like his close friends like Jeff, Glen, Mitch, Sarah and his whole band and team and few other close friends. Exactly how he like. It's intimate and special.

Everyone wished and hugged him.

Jeff came and hugged him "Happy birthday,man"

"Thanks, Jeffery."

"Wow your getting old." He teased him which earned a swat on his arm by his wife Glenn.

"Happy birthday, Harry." She hugged him too

"Thank you, Glenn." He smiled

Even with room full of people he like his eyes and heart still searched for Y/n. She is not in the room, maybe in the kitchen.

Just as he was about go find her, she appeared from the kitchen with a cake in her hands. She changed into a beautiful and simple dress which made him loose his mind she also had a party cap on her head.

She slowly made her way to every with a smile on her face. His angle .

She placed the cake down and stood infront of Harry. He circled his hands around her waist and pulled into a hug and nuzzles his face into her neck and breathed her in.

"I love you, my angle." He said and pulled away from her neck but stood the same with his arms around her.

"I love you too, honey."

He smiled and kissed her. Longer than a peck and shorter than an actual kiss, but very short for his liking.

"Happy birthday, love"

He cut the cake while everyone is singing him the birthday song while his love is beside him all the time. He blew the candles while wishing for happiness, their happiness.

He couldn't let her go from his side. He kept her close throughout the party. While Y/n is playing a good hostess duty and making sure everyone is having a great time, he roamed with her like a lost puppy.

At one point everyone got loose, not drunk but definitely not completely sober. Harry started some slow music and encouraged everyone to dance. He pulled Y/n to the center and started dancing with her. His arms around her waist and her's around his neck. They slowly started swaying to the music enjoying the silence around even though there are people around they left like it's only them in the room.

"Happy birthday." She said maybe for the 15th time since morning and pecked his lips.

He slowly chuckled "thank you, love"

She smiled

"Really, thank you for everything." He said and pulled her even closer to him so they are pressed to each other.

"This is the bare minimum, Harry. I would do anything for you."

It's fixed, he is completely fucked with love and he is making her his wife.

"And I have some gifts waiting for you upstairs, once the party is over we'll get to that." She said and rested her head on his should.

"I don't want any of those gifts, love. All I need is right infront me in my arms. That's enough for me.:

She looked in his eyes and then his lips.

He closed the gap between them and kissed her. Very slow and passionate. He parted her lips with his tounge and entered into her mouth. His lips moved with her with ease. They fit perfect together, like a missing piece of puzzle. They are perfect together.

After few more minutes they pulled away and to get some air.

"Best birthday ever "

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A/n : please let me know what you think. Please talk to me and tell me if you like it, pretty please. 💗

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Hope you enjoyed.

Thank you for reading

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k4shixe · 1 month

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Hi! Can I request Blue Lock's Reo, Kunigami and Karasu with a chubby reader who's confident and actively works on themselves? Like they go to the gym, study, take care of their skin and stuff?

Blue Lock Boys With a s/o That Activity Works On Themselves

Staring; Reo Mikage, Rensuke Kunigami, Tabito Karasu from blue lock

Pairings; Reo x gn!reader, Kinigami x gn!reader, Karasu x gn!reader

CW; fluff, teasing, chubby reader, working out, cooking, maybe not accurate representations of characters (I haven’t watched the anime), mentions of school and studing ;P

Reo Mikage

* When Reo first started dating you he didnt care about how you looked, to him you were perfect but he did tease you about your weight a little which quickly got shut down when you got upset

* He apologised profusely for because he loves you

* You forgave him but even since it stuck with you so you decided to start working out but for yourself and not for anyone else

* When Reo found out he thought it was because of him but you reassured him it was for you

* Ever since you started going to the gym you decided to start investing on skin care even though you were on of those lucky girls who didnt get much acne

* You started becoming more organised and started to cook more healthier meals and cleaning more regularly

* Reo was super impressed, he never hated how you were but he couldn’t lie he was loving the new change

* You started getting into soccer as well so you and Reo could have a hobby in common since cooking “wasnt his thing” as he had a chef anyways

* You didnt play competitively even though Reo was always praising you and complementing how well you play but you did join a club which played some games every now and then

* Overall Reo and you have a new hobby in common and be even got into cooking a little after you made him help you make a meal for his team (you teased him after) <3

Rensuke Kunigami

* After hitting you with the ball once during practice, he ran over to you to help pick up your dropped books

* He was confused why you were studying even when there were no exams or tests near

* You told him it was better for you and invited him for a study session which he agreed too

* After that you guys started dating where he learned a lot more about you such as how you were a clean freak and avoided eating fast food

* You wore a little bit of makeup to just touch up yourself and always kept your self clean

* He was even surprised how you ate so calmly even if you were in a rush

* He had to ask you for a few tips on cooking too just because you make the best food he’s had

* You joined him in practice a few times, just the two of you, and it made for great dates

* One day when you were cooking he went into your room and tried your skin care

* When you found him glowing brightly under you lamp you found it as a sign to get him skin care

* Best investment everrr

* Hes looking 10 times better then usual and best part is hes all yours

* Hes embarrassed when you compliment him but he always thanks you and gives you a hug in the end <3

Tabito Karasu

* You guys first spoke to each other when you were both paired up for a project

* He didnt understand how someone could be so into studying

* You ignored his remarks and told him his part of the project before leaving

* He ran up to you later and asked if he could study with you as well as do the project to which you agreed only so you could supervise how he was doing his part of the project

* He came over to your house and observed how neat and clean it was

* No spec of dust in sight

* He also noticed the weights you have at home which he didnt realised you worked out until he really thought about it

* He couldn’t lie, he liked seeing this side of you and after a few more study sessions and a date here and there you guys officially started dating

* He always asked for a bite of your food as it was “more fresh” or “it was better for him” as they were always home made and healthy

* When he came over to your house at night, he always dreaded the part where you would start doing you skin care which would take hours (actually a couple of minutes)

* You convinced him one day to try it and suddenly you had gotten him into skin care which he couldn’t complain as now he was the one always taking long to do it

* He always joined you when studying as he said it was “motivation” but you’d somehow end up on the couch watching a movie in the end <3

A/n; hello! Thank you so much for the request! Sorry if the characters are written in a way that they dont act as I haven’t watched the anime yet but I hope you like it!

#bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #reo mikage #karasu tabito #kunigami rensuke #rensuke kunigami x reader #bllk karasu #mikage reo x reader #anime and manga

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amane-by-together · 1 year

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this takes place in the original au

The school is hosting a prom, but the readers partner never shows up to practice, she excused herself to the rooftop and watch the other students dance and practice with their partners and hanako sees her and asks why she isnt down there with the others, and so he became your practice buddy ;3

last waltz || hanako-kun

genre: fluff

pairing: hanako-kun x fem! reader

summary: kamome gakuen is hosting a prom so students are required to practice dancing with their partners, in which [name]'s partner doesn't show up to school—so hanako was willing to be her temporary practice buddy.

kamome gakuen, where students with earrings and deadly weapons were never interrogated and supernaturals roaming around the areas like it's a free real estate because the principal never shows up at some point to patrol the school.

recently, the teacher announced that the school will be holding a prom. [name] thought it might be best not to join the event, it's not like it's going to be beneficial—"to those who will be joining, there will be unlimited food and an exemption to the upcoming exams."

that sounded like a good deal. "but then all students are required to practice for the dance." [name] didn't mind as long as she can get her hands on the unlimited food, plus she could really take a break from the dreading piece that grinds your brain in which she calls homework.

"the practice will start tomorrow in the auditorium. each class representatives will forward the list of your partners on your school groupchats, if you guys have one of those." the teacher added as he finished picking up his things to leave. "that would be all, good bye class."

[name] guessed that there's no way she's backing up now after hearing an exemption for taking the exams and unlimited food during the party—and [name] is willing to stick her foot out of her comfort zone for that.

it didn't take long till the class representative sent the list of the students along with their partners while on her way home. [name] opened the pdf file to try to search for her name in the list.

[name] [surname] (1-B) and eidri anoshima (1-C)

"ah, some guy i don't know." [name] simply said before continuing her way to her apartment. apparently it was a mix and match between first years. she wondered whether they used a random generator to pick partners, for shits and giggles.

[name] didn't bother since there's unlimited food waiting for her in the party. [name] would go alone since the dance is the only thing that required a partner and it has been assigned to her so it's okay.

the next day arrived, the first years are gathered by the gym to practice for the upcoming prom. everyone seemed to be acquainted with one another but [name] couldn't find eidri anoshima anywhere. "hi excuse me," she smiled at the random student. "i'm looking for eidri anoshima-san, by any chance have you seen them?"

"sorry, i don't know them..."

[name]'s smile slightly faltered. "i see, is there anyone i can ask?"

"try to ask their class representative." [name] quickly thanked the student and tried to find 1-C's class representative. there are a lot of students so it's hard to tell, [name] didn't even know what they looked like.

also, there's no one who came forth to guide her to her partner nor do they even approach her and say "anoshima-san is looking for you." it's almost as if that no one is searching her. "where is that guy anyways?" [name] muttered under her breath, almost everyone found their partner and she hasn't.

"[surname]-san!" [name] turned around to see the representative from her class along with another girl which she assumed that maybe she's the representative from class c.

"[surname]-san, right?" the girl asked, clasping her hands together and gave [name] an apologetic smile. "i'm so sorry, that idiot anoshima decided not to show up, i told him that there's going to be a practice but he never replies or read the messages."

there was a relief, for [name] at least, since she won't be participating in practice if she doesn't have a partner. "it's okay, i'll just watch you guys practice from upstairs." [name] went upstairs to oversee the practice, she watched them repeat the steps, go through the whole thing again and repeat.

it was getting boring to watch.

but it would be more tiring if she does dance.

"heya, [name]~!"

"whoa—!" [name] slightly jumped and looked at hanako who's now smiling while waving a hand. "hanako-kun, jeez you keep appearing out of nowhere." she deadpanned.

"hehe~ i'm a ghost so i can do whatever i want~" hanako landed next to [name], putting his hands above the railings as he looked down to the students practicing for the dance. "so what are you doing up here?"

"i'm just watching the first years practice their dance to the upcoming prom." [name] replied.

"why aren't you down with the others?"

"my supposed partner never showed up for today's practice so i can't learn the dance without one." [name] explained, she doesn't seemed bothered by it since it's not like she's looking forward to the dance—she's more motivated when it comes to food. "that's why i'm here."

"i see..." hanako nodded at her statement. an idea appeared inside his head, he waved his hand as his tsueshiros circled around him to transform him to his cape. "in that case, you need to practice too."

"h-hoi! wait—" hanako grabbed [name] by the hand to hold her as he used his haku-joudai to teleport them to another place. just like that, they disappeared out of thin air and no one seemed to notice.

the two ended up going inside the sealed auditorium. hanako placed [name] to the ground, earning a gentle smack from the female. "jeez—you should warn me where we're going next time." she playfully scolded.

"at least you can practice here alone without getting embarrassed, you didn't want anyone to watch you dancing right?" hanako said with a wide grin. [name] narrowed her eyes with a small blush seeping through her cheeks. "so how are you going to practice?"

"i'm going to listen to the song first." [name] pulled out her phone and plugged in her earphones to play the song that they are going to dance while sitting down on the wooden stage. the song has a slow beat, perfect for a slow dance—something you can dance with around the kitchen with the refrigerator light.

hanako was quite curious about what [name] is listening so he gently pulled out an earbud. "can i listen to it too?" [name] flinched at hanako's presence nearby because it felt like he was whispering in her ear on how soft his voice is. she blushed, looking away as she nodded. "this sounds nice..." he said.

"mhm..." [name] nodded shyly. she and hanako shared earphones a lot but in this scenario, it's like there was a hint of intimacy between the two—they're alone and both listening to a slow dance music.

[name] subconsciously started to sway to the music, then tapping her fingers to the beat. hanako did the same by dancing using his fingers, [name] smiled and started to use her fingers to follow him. basically the two teens started finger dancing to the music they are listening to.

"i don't know how to start the dance because first of all, i never slow danced before... i feel embarrassed trying the steps..." [name] said with a wince. hanako was silent and deep in thought on how to help with [name]'s situation, he doesn't know about dancing either so how is he going to make it work for the both of them.

"i'm not that much of a dancer but,"

hanako subtly hooked his finger around [name]'s, his eyes glinting like the stars whilst smiling at her. he stood up, taking [name]'s hand to help her stand up—like a prince of some sort. hanako placed his hand on his chest, bowing a bit and lifted his chin to look at [name].

"may i have this dance?"

[name]'s heart skipped a beat.

"mm..." she nodded.

"i think they did something like this..." hanako tried to recall as he placed his hand on her waist while gently grasping her hand to the other. [name] placed her hand on his shoulder. there was an awkward space between them. "but there's something missing..." [name] commented while looking around.

"aren't we supposed to be close? like this?~" hanako tugged her closer by the waist, [name]'s blood rushed through her cheeks making her look down on her feet. "i don't think you're supposed to look down, my eyes are up here."

"i might step on your feet." [name] winced but hanako lifted her chin with his finger, a cheeky smile forming on his boyish visuals.

"i'll take the lead, just keep your eyes on me." hanako assured as he started to sway her side to side with the beat of the music. how is [name] supposed to be calm when he's looking at her like that as they danced. his amber eyes softening yet they shine like the moon, and his lips curling up into a calm smile.

hanako twirled her around. [name] was staring at him with pure admiration as they danced. they have more chemistry and intimacy than [name]'s assigned partner that never appeared to practice.

[name] hooked her arms around hanako's neck while hanako cupped her waist with his hands. "will you come watch us perform on the day of the prom?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

"and watch you dance with someone else?" hanako pouted, his gaze averting so [name] won't get the hint that he's jealous—but he is because he wanted to be the only one she'll dance with. his grip tightened. "no thanks..."

[name] giggled. "i'm only dancing with him for the exemption—i'll dance with you anytime."

hanako's smile widened, he placed his forehead against hers with a chuckle. "alright then, i'd like to hold you for the rest of the day..."

#tbhk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #jshk #hanako kun #amane yugi #amane x reader #yugi amane x reader #tbhk hanako #jshk hanako #jshk hanako kun #hanako x reader #hanako kun x reader

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beansterpie · 7 months

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ES21 japanese volumes - part 1/??

part 2 >>

Sooooo I recently got my hands on the complete Eyeshield 21 manga series in Japanese and as someone who's only ever read the story through fan-translations on dodgy websites online, I wanted to go through and "live" blog about it, so to speak. I thought it would be interesting to see the changes between the languages and where the fan-translations likely fail with mistranslations. (No shade btw, I think fan-translations are great both as a hobby and the fact that they're doing their work for free, but it's also a reality that the vast majority of fan-translators are amateurs, many of whom don't fluently speak the language they're translating, so there's bound to be mistakes!) Also, I wanna know what they're originally saying because I’m nosey <3

I know the official English translation by VIS is allegedly pretty decent, bar the toning down of some things (like Hiruma's language lol) so if you've had the chance to read the official version, feel free to chime in on differences with the fan-translation that I'll be referencing, or potential differences between the Japanese version too!

And finally, while I am half Japanese and grew up there, tragically my language skills are imperfect. I speak it, but my vocabulary isn't very robust, so I do look up the definitions for a lot of words and kanji, as well as more nuanced connotations or references that may go over my head. Bilingual problems <3 But again, it's good practice for me and I think it'll be kind of fun!

Right off the bat, this page. What it’s saying is essentially, “You better come out and play (in the) American Football match!” But because Japanese syntax is different from English, it’s structured like “American Football Match you better play!!” The translator was confused by the final line, because in Japanese a way to say ‘participating in a match’ is by using 出る which means to ‘go out’— sort of like ‘go out (into) the match’. Maybe a better option would have been ‘get the fuck out and play!!” or just “you better fucking play!!”. It still keeps the overall sentence structure which sounds awkward in English, but at least it gets the meaning across.

(I’m not gonna get into every little mistranslation btw, because that would take forever, but I felt that was a good way to explain how frequently there are little mistakes like this.)

Putting the rest under a cut because I imagine this will get long

Look at our boy <3 So as you know, we start our story with Sena Kobayakawa timidly seeing if he passed his high school entrance exam into Deimon High School, with his childhood friend/older sister figure, Mamori Anezaki lending moral support.

In the third panel, what Sena says is actually “I feel like I’ve been praised for the first time in 10 years—” (maybe they changed it because that was too pathetic 😭) Then in the fourth panel, what Mamori says is more along the lines of “And to think you were a total mess in math and English… It’s all thanks to Mamori-sensei!”

Also I want to point out that Mamori is a little cheekier in the first few chapters. Like obviously still kind and nurturing in personality (her name is literally ‘to protect’), but she teases Sena and feels more like an older sister than like, an overprotective mom lol. Miss that for her 😔

Then along comes our kind senpai to accost our clueless protag...

There’s no mistranslation, but I just wanted to mention that the way Hiruma talks in Japanese is so funny? Like in panel 1, he’s speaking with a dramatic affect, he sounds like some sort of npc in a jrpg giving the protag a quest. And then in panel 2, his ‘of course!’ is this shortened, slang version of the word that sounds almost cute and very modern after the previous line. Hiruma uses a lot of slang in general, though I can’t say if any of it is like, common or used by teenagers (of the time, anyway) or if it’s just Hiruma-isms.

(Look at Kurita doing the sign of the cross in panel 3 😂)

I can’t believe Hiruma managed to physically emulate the experience of contracting some shady internet virus…..

Something that’s done with Hiruma’s dialogue a lot (it’s done w/ other characters too, but most often with Hiruma) is where there’ll be a word/term in kanji that means one thing and pronounced in a certain way, but then the furigana (so the phonetic pronounciation, basically) next to it says something different. Now, in some stories (like Berserk for my pals out there), this is used to create poignant, layered meanings in the text. In ES21 however, it’s mostly used for sports manga flavor. For example, in the above page in Hiruma’s spam fax message, he uses the word 作戦, which means tactics or strategy, and is pronounced: “sa - ku - se - nn” さ-く-せ-ん. But the furigana next to that word reads タクティクス which is quite literally just the English word ‘tactics’ spelled phonetically in Japanese lol (aka a loanword).

He does this A LOT, most frequently with sports terminology, where the kanji are pretty dense, technical terms, and the furigana a loanword version of the same meaning. (though now that I think about it, it might also be because while パワー (power) and スピード (speed) are frequently used and well known loanwords to the average Japanese person, タクティクス (tactics) might be more obscure, so the kanji is there to like, clarify the meaning? 🤔)

Also I love all the early 2000’s tech we see in the early chapters— flip phones and fax machines galore! Even within the later segments of the series, the flip phones start to magically get more advanced, but in my heart ES21 takes place in like, 2003. If they ever do a remake of the anime (which is unlikely to say the least) I’d want them to maintain the early 00’s vibes. It just wouldn’t be the same if everyone had smart phones.

Skipping ahead a few pages, I remember this bit never really made sense, but I got enough of the general gist that I kind of shrugged and moved along. But!! the translation is just making stuff up here?

So for context: it’s Sena’s first day at Deimon, and Mamori (who’s a grade above him) advises him to make proper friends this year, since he has a history of only ‘hanging out’ with shitty bullies who used him as an errand boy.

In the English translation, Sena seems to get a text from a mystery number, telling him to pay up for a bet we never saw happening. He goes to meet up with the texter, who we assume at this point is a previous aquaintence, since he had Sena's number? Maybe one of those bullies that Sena hung out with from middle school? They make Sena go and get them an unspecified thing, but because Sena ran there and back so quickly, they don't believe that Sena actually went, and is lying when he says they were sold out. They drag Sena to a small shed to beat him up, and in the last panel of the third page, Sena says that he's been their errand boy since kindergarden?

So for a number of years I was under the impression that the Ha-ha brothers knew Sena from before the series, even though that never seemed to come up in the rest of the story.

But in the original version, Sena is actually getting a text from Mamori-- which makes sense because it was established earlier that his cell phone is brand new and he only has Mamori's number in his contacts. Mamori's text says: "If someone tries to make you run their errands, tell them 'let's decide by rock-paper-scissors!'" Sena is understandably kind of embarrassed by this, and mutters to himself that he's not a kid anymore.

Then it cuts to Sena being picked on to be an errand boy lmao. Presumably this is because Sena just looks like an easy target to bullies, not because of any previous aquaintence rip. The blond bully tells Sena to go buy them bread (which might sound weird, but Japan has a lot of tasty snack breads that they sell everywhere). In panels 2+3 of the second page, Sena timidly tries to bring up the rock-paper-scissors thing, but is intimidated into giving up and just doing what he's told.

Again, they don't believe that Sena actually went all the way to the school store and back with how quick he was, so they decide to beat him up in the shed. As he's being dragged, Sena says, "It really was sold out! I've gotten used to being an errand boy since kindergarden, so I've just gotten fast--!"

So yeah, if there were any other people who've only read fan-translations and were confused by this bit, there you go.

oh you just know it smelled like ass in here.....

(I never noticed the shotgun propped against the desk on the right before lol, idk why I'm surprised, but Hiruma really just left his Actual Guns lying around huh?)

(2nd pic - Kurita: "New club applicants!!?")

There he is!! Our boy Kurita!! I do miss when he occassionally had like, more human features lol. As much as I love his big ol' smiley face, it does rub me the wrong way when the fat characters (because Komusubi falls into this too) are the only ones with anpanman faces.

(anpanman, for the uninitiated)

(Kurita: "To literally clash with the opponent in order to pursue a goal together with everyone-- that moment is exhilerating!")

Aw look at Sena feeling inspired! Honestly I really love how Kurita is Sena's first friend he makes in the series, and that vibe in the early chapters where it's just Sena, Kurita and Hiruma is so much fun <3

(P1: Kurita: "Way to go Sena!" Imaginary Coach: "It's thanks to you that we could participate in the Christmas Bowl!" Mamori: "You're so cool Sena!"

P2: Mamori: "You have to make the first move!" Sena: "U-um!"

P3: Sena: "Can I... be the team shumu*?" Kurita: "WHAAATT!? O-OF-OF COURSE!")

*Ok soooo I don't fully understand what a shumu is lol, or how you'd translate it to English. The word itself apparently means 'person in charge' so? The fan-translation just calls it the manager, but based on something Hiruma says later, I get the impression that the shumu and the manager are technically different roles? But when Mamori becomes the manager later, she takes on a lot of what are allegedly 'shumu tasks', along with Hiruma, so idk. If anyone's read the official VIS translation, feel free to chime in on how they did it, because I'd be curious to know!

That being said, adorable of Sena to think he could have handled that responsiblity at all 😂 our boy has many talents, but being smart and organized is not among them.

Ok fun feelings are over, it's time for pain.

(Sena looking at his contact list, having just added Kurita's number, then wham D: )

The three bullies from before were waiting to get revenge. The dialogue is a bit different in the original. Juumonji (the blond one) actually says: "That fatso a friend of yours, Sena? Tell me his contact info-- if you do that, we'll let you go." To which Sena timidly and reluctantly agrees. Then Kuroki (the dark haired one) says: "But do you think one bat will be enough? With that brute strength..." In the final panel, Juumonji says: "It's better with just one, since we're gonna call the police beforehand." Togano (with the glasses): "The police?"

Juumonji: "As long as we get him wrapped up in the fight, it'll be fine. We'll say we got these wounds from being assaulted by the fatso with the bat -- We'll get him disqualified from the American Football tournament." One of the others: "Ooohh, smart!"

I guess the overall sentiment isn't that different, but knowing that the initial demand was for Sena to hand over Kurita's contact info with the promise that they would spare him if he obeyed-- and that at first he agreed-- makes his change of heart feel even more significant.

(Sena: "IF YOU'RE GONNA HIT ME, THEN HIT ME!!! I'LL NEVER TELL YOU (Kurita's info)!!!")

Tell 'em Sena!! A part of me sort of wishes the story maintained this serious story beat instead of undercutting it with humor in the next panel (not shown here) but at the same time, ES21 is overall a more lighthearted, comedic story which I love it for, so I don't think I'd like it getting too angsty. I'll always have Berserk in my corner if I want some actual angst lol.

(1st pic: various sounds of surprise or pain, and in the last panel: "Oi, don't let him get away!"

2nd pic: Sena -- "No way!!!" Hiruma: "Hm? Oh it's that guy" )

Lol I do love the little details Murata included, like Kuroki taking a swing at Sena as he's biting Juumonji's hand but then totally missing in the fourth panel because Sena's so fast. Also I'm always on the lookout for the kinds of stuff Hiruma buys, snack wise. We know he loves sugarless gum, obv, and drinks coke based on that one time he bought some for himself, Kurita & Sena, but what else are in those bags? I want to know!!

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And lol apparently I'm only allowed 30 images per post rip, so I guess I'll end this here. I guess I can.... reblog and continue? Or I might just make another post for the next part 🤔 Besides this got way too long, so I'll have to be more brief in future posts lol.

I'm honestly not expecting more than like, five people to interact with this lol, but if anyone is interested in specific points of the story they want me to look at, please feel free to ask!

#eyeshield 21 #es21 #yeah this is not meta it's just.... stream of consciousness #as i ramble about eyeshield lmfao #and japanese practice that I'm inflicting on others #eyeshield 21 japanese readalong #is what i'm gonna tag it for my own sake #i guess #excuse any typos. *gun emoji* you didn't see any

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o2studies · 21 days

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I want to stay more consistent. Falling away just once tends to have a big butterfly effect of falling away from everything for me (hence the end to my 100dop), so, yesterday:

༻`` 3 May 24 — Friday 29/60

🧡 academia >> Only studied chemsitry for 7mins but I finished my first exam!! It was a chemsitry practical one and I think it went well!! ^^ Did my art work in study today so I could continue working on it and socialise with my non-art friends

🧡 physical health >> I did a couple pushups

🧡 self care >> I was exhausted after the exam so later in chemsitry I played cards with my friends and let myself relax at home. I also cuddled my dogs some more and said no to ice cream (I had more earlier plus other snacks)

☀️ 7 🌙 after 10

Also I only missed 3 days of #nodalchallenge and I thought I missed a lot more so my motivation's slightly up! It's good to reread old posts, journal entries, diaries, look at old photos and conversations. For me anyway, I can get so caught up in the present moment and how badly it's going, feeling even worse with the fact that I remember being so much more consistent and productive and more disciplined and whatever other good stuff I thought. But really looking back I get to see how many bad and horrible days I also had AND how I still managed to bring myself up once again. It's a strange feeling to be inspired by yourself but it's also so nice <3

I hope you all get inspired by and take more comfort in yourselves more often :)

#studyblr #dark academia #light academia #chaotic academia #student #study motivation #study inspiration #o2life #nodalchallenge #physical health #academia #self care #art #chemistry #consistency #self reflection #self love #productivity

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batmanfruitloops · 5 months

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Finally finished Harley's backstory!

Also, please let me know if I need more trigger warning tags, I'm not sure I covered them all, but I'm drawing a blank,

Harleen couldn't remember a time when her parents had gotten along, nor was she old enough to remember when they divorced, but she did remember how different living with each of them was, and that she much preferred the time with her father.

Her mother treated Harleen well enough, but she was almost always out of the house partying or gambling, leaving Harleen to take care of herself if she was unable to on a given day. She woke herself up for school, made herself food, and sometimes if she was lucky, her mother wasn't too hungover to spend a little time with her.

Her father, on the other hand, treated Harleen like his most precious treasure, taking her out to the circus whenever he could and buying her ice cream after picking her up from school. He had Bipolar (I'm not too sure which one, I need to do more research) and depression for a long time, but he did his best not to let it affect Harleen. From about middle school, Harleen started to show similar traits as her father, as well as being tested for narcissism, but her father knew how to help, so Harleen was able to keep them in check.

It wasn't until his own health started to drastically decline when Harleen was graduating high school that things got hard. She had already balanced having a job with her schoolwork, but found herself looking for a better paying job, as her father could no longer work as well to help with rent. She managed all that while still preparing to get a degree to go in therapy, but it was starting to affect her. Worse, her father's attitude towards her started to change. Not only was he extremely depressed all the time, he would have bouts of extreme aggression or hysteria before becoming despondent, judgemental, and intensely suicidal. Harleen was terrified, especially since she couldn't stay home with him all the time. Not if she wanted to keep her job and finish her degree.

She took him to a lot of doctors to see if they could help, but their answers all lead to an unknown form of disease that seemed to latch unto the brain and affect pre-existing health issues. This devastated Harley, and she was honestly terrified too. The doctors had warned that it tended to run in the family, so there was a high chance this would happen to her too.

It was all too much, her brain was swimming, practically drowning her thought after thought, and she could hardly tread on. She continued to work, albeit her coworkers noticed the shift. She had exams coming up, ones that would determine if she got her degree or not, but she'd barely been able to study and so…she cheated. She'd never done so in her life. It hurt her pride, and her father would be so disappointed, but he didn't have to know. It was all for him anyway,

Harleen passed, and she was lucky to get a job as a Blackgate therapist. Her schedule made it possible to watch her father most of the time, and this eased her mind, although her father's treatment kept her morale low. After a few years, she was offered a new therapist position at Arkham that was better paying for less hours, and she gladly accepted.

This is where she became John's (Jokers) therapist. They shared an interest in circus’, but there wasn't much else they agreed on. Harleen was also very drained by her father at this point, and had taken a lot of what he said to heart, so despite not agreeing with everything she said, Harleen still repeated harsh, personal things to John. Something about his genuine, fragile nature bothered her. And much in the same way, Harleen reminded John of his mother in the worst aspects.

On one particularly exhausting day, Harleen found her father had hung himself while she was at work. Her heart sank. She almost didn't believe it, but it really was him. She barely allowed herself to mourn and continued to work, finding herself lashing out at John even more. She lost it, starting to beat him as he helplessly buckled.

Now Strange didn't usually care if his patients were treated poorly, he often engaged such behavior himself, but some higher ups were visiting to access the Asylum because of Attorney Dent and Mr. Wayne's concerns. So when they witnessed Harleen beating John, she had to be fired.

At this point, Harleen feels she has nothing left, and after a bout of depression she goes back out as Harley Quinn, tired of trying to fight all the emotions and pain tangled up inside her.

- Sarsee

#batmanfruitloops #anewgothamau #batman #dc #batman villains #batman rogues #gotham rogues #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #tw: suicide #tw: death #tw: abuse #batmanfruitloopslore #tw: neglect

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bananasuckerr · 1 year

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sᴛᴀʏ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ☂︎ও

Hwang Hyunjin x Male Reader

Before we continue:

If you looked at the post it just posted, I would like to go by soom please. It's a nickname my grandmother gave me. It's part of my family name, and she just thinks it's cute. (My family name is Soomyung, so yes, my name is Soomyung Gueseok), I would greatly appreciate if you did, thank you!! Also, this post might be a bit long, it's a scenario or something fake that I've been thinking about a lot recently.

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Warnings:

This story contains: Boy love, blowjobs, nipple play, non! Idol Reader, gagging.

Non bad warnings:

matching cozy outfits.

Onward to the story!!

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L/N M/N is an average person, no one special, no one important, just an average person in Daegu, Korea. He just vlogs and does loved about his life. The thing is, M/N is a stay, and stray kids have reacted to M/N. Members are obsessed with M/N, They might as well even be a fan base of M/N.

These members have thought of visiting M/N at a time they can, they even watch M/N in their spare time off camera and on camera. 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 was the one who actually decided to take a stand though. 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 went to visit you, he knows where you love, he asked the company to find out and here he is, at your doorstep.

I'm your lives, your a caring, shy person, and you really are, and that is exactly what 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 wants, his exact type. You where upstairs in your room studying for an exam you where going to have after your break. (Your break is 3 months). Your parents and older sister where down stairs talking about plans or family time.

Until there was a knock at your door, you didn't pay any mind because you knew your mom or dad always answers it. "M/N, can you get your brother please!!" It wasn't a question, it was an order. Your mom is kind, just like the rest of the family, do the order wasn't mean. "Yes ma'am!!" You reply back, getting up.

You head to your brothers room to see him making out with his girlfriend. You couldn't help but sigh, you are happy for him and his relationship, but you just wish he'd do this at different times when your not home. "Lock the door next time, and do this a time when in not here. Anyways, we have a guest, come downstairs" you say looking away. You where a very shy person, you hate looking at romance related anything, it makes you shy as you begin to imagine it's you and idols.

"Sorry, and your always home, I can't do that" He says while he laughs at his finishing words. You smile and just shake your head. "Yeah well let's go." You where wearing a Grey hoodie with black sweat pants that look 2x your size, you just enjoy baggy clothes. Once you waited for him and his girlfriend to come out, you where on your phone. As they got out you bowed to your brothers girlfriend, Kuki Suepeok.

On your way down stairs, you look to the face that's looking at you. You almost fainted. 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 was smiling, finally happy to see your arrival. You where wondering everything, why was an idol in my house? Why is 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 here? What's going on? Did mom know about this? How should I react? Being the shy person you are, you kept your head down the whole time. Your heart was pounding really fast, your pretty sure the people around you could hear it.

"Hello, my name is 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣, nice to meet you all. " you look up to see him smiling as he introduces himself. You decided to stay up and be polite, you wanted him to feel welcomed into your home. "Nice to meet you 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣, Im–" he cuts you off. "I know who you are, all of theembers do." You where wondering how. "How?" He explained how the members always watch your lives, practicing dance practices, your vlogs, everything.

You can't help but be embarrassed. "Haiyaaa, you guys have seen it all.? " he giggled at the sound you made before. "Yes everything, your adorable though! " you hide your face in your hands giggling. "I hope you dont see me different, knowing that I do that type of fanboying to songs of you guys" you day scratching the back of your head. In real life, your an angel to 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣, you are wonderful to him. His immediate thought, "pretty boy" he loves the ring to that.

"Dont worry we don't, well, I don't at least" you almost had a melt down. "At least?! So there's a chance they do?!" You whated to scream, but you had to be polite. "Never mind, anyways, I hope you enjoy your stay, 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣. " you day smiling at him. He loved the warm smile you gave him, hearing his name roll off your tongue made him feel some way he shouldn't.

"How long will you be staying? " asked his brother. 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 was too whipped at your looks and still hooked on the smile you gave him. Hes deep in his own thoughts he didn't even notice the question. You blinked twice, wondering why he was still looking at you. "𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣?" You ask? He snapped out his thoughts, about to dive right back in. He hummed in response. "My brother asked you a question". You said, smiling at him being oblivious. " oh uh I'll be staying for 2 weeks, if that's okay.. " He says. The whole family smiled at him. His mother and father agreed to let him stay for 2 weeks.

"Well, ill make sure you have the time of your life with just 2 weeks, 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣. " you say smiling at him. "Thank you, and I'll make sure you guys enjoy your time too" you 2 said sharing a smile.

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𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 :

𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠, 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙭

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𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 was just laying in your bed, as you where out fixing something to eat. 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 was thinking deep, deep and hard. With 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 staying here being with you now had been questioning if he had feelings for you. If he did, he had no shame about it. You were wonderful, heavenly. He couldn't help but wonder what you'd be like in bed. He shook his head when things started to get too explicit.

He ended up gaining a boner, he looked down and was disappointed in himself. He sighed and tried to forget about it, but the more he tried to ignore, the more explicit it got. Once he decided he wanted to do something about it, you have asked in with your food. 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 looked down wrapped in the blanket, disappointed that he felt this way about you. You noticed, being a very observant person. "Whats wrong 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣? " he can never get over when you say his name, that angelic voice of yours.

"It's.. Nothing" 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 blankly lies. Like said before you are very observant, and you know people's emotions than you know yourself. You put your food down and sit next to 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣. "What's going on? I will listen to you, in always here you know" you say smiling at him. Suddenly, he feels way more comfortable. He sighs before opening up. "M/N I... I've been feeling a way I think I shouldn't be feeling, but even if it is what I think it is, I have no shame for it. I know what it is but.. It feels funny and weird, not the exact thing." He says looking down fiddling with the blanket.

You put your hand on 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 and nod for a signal to continue. "It's about someone who, I'm not supposed to be with. I can't be thinking this way about this person, it feels wrong and what if I tell them and they see it wrong?" He says, looking you in your eyes. "Well 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣, would you mind telling me these thoughts or wonders you've been having? I think I could be able for you to verbally say it to them. " you say smiling, making his nervousness go down a bit.

He sighs and tells you about the fantasies. "It's like.. An erotic, wonder. Doing the things that aren't so family friendly..?" He says trying to avoid the one word. "Sex?" You say, making him flush. He nods and looks away. "Oh well, maybe if this person was to feel the same, you wouldn't have to worry about it. You should talk it out and ask them if you guys could try it sometime. Is it someone I know? Maybe I could help you and them! I don't know who wouldn't fall for you, your a beautiful man 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣, I'm sure it'll work out! " you say. 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 couldn't help but find you adorable. "You know this person.. Too well.. "

You immediately knew what he meant, it was you. You blink twice and tilt your head. A few seconds after your face goes red and you point at yourself. "Me?" You ask. 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 burries himself in the covers, nodding. "You can tell me more about this, maybe I could make it come true..?" You say, making sure it doesn't come off wrong. 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 tells you everything he'd been thinking of. "I want to start it off soft and sweet though, and maybe work our way through the process and each time we do it, if we ever do?" He says.

You nod, giggling at 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣. "What do you wanna start off with then?" You just want him to feel good, that's all you ever want. " I want to try blowjobs first.. " you nod and get down between his legs. His face turns red and looks away from you. "𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣, it's okay to be shy but, may you open your legs a bit more, I need to get through..." He apologizes and opens his legs more, still a bit shy. You pull his pants and under wear down. 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 let's out a dhaky breath at the air of your room touching his tip.

You were really fixated on how your doing this to an idol, and how he's letting you. You don't want this dream to end. 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 shakes as you put your hand in his dick. You begin to lower your head on him, resulting to him letting out a quiet moan. You look up to see him with him covering his mouth. You take his dick out and remove his hand. "I wouldn't recommend covering your noises, it can relax your body, just let it out. Don't be afraid okay?"

He nodded as he put his hands in your hair. You started to worry, his dick was big, it was bigger than how big your mouth can reach. You worried about gagging, but you decided to let it go. You lowered your head back down and going back to what you where doing. And your thought of gag coming back. After that thought reached your head, you gagged. 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 gasped and punched your head back gently. You wondered why he did so. "Are you okay? You gagged. Maybe you should-" you cut him off reassuring your okay. "It's okay 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 you don't have to worry about me okay? I'm just going to make sure you feel good." You smile at him going back to what your doing.

𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 was looking down at your angelic figure the whole time. He wondered what your body looked like under that baggy hoodie. (Your wearing different clothes than from the day he arrived dw your not dirty) Just the thought of your soft skin and body made something twirl in 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣's stomach. He twitched and you realized what that signal meant. You wanted to take it slow, but you decided to let him release.

𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 started to paint fast, body moving here and there. You help his hips down so he could chill out. After a few more swirls of your tongue had made him cum. He whined and moaned when he released. He threw his head back, hips twitching. It was a Heavenly feeling he had felt. 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 looked down to see you cleaning yourself from his cum, looking like you where finishing up with the session. 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 wanted to see your body and feel you, he doesn't want the session to end yet, he wants more.

"Wait M/N, can we go.. Farther please?" You tilt your head at his request. "Farther as in?" There are many things he could've meant. "I want, to feel your body and your... the inside of you. I want to have.. " he seemed shy at the end, setting his head down. "Anal sex.. " you smile at his shyness. "Okay 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣. Do you want to do the guiding?" He nods and you allow him to. You set your self on the bed and let 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 do what he wanted. He immediately ran his fingers up your hoodie to feel your skin. You shiver at his cold touch. The cold touch felt pleasureable, like a stretch, so you moaned.

Hearing the noises you produced made 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 need you more, but he did decide to go soft, you are still an angel to him, he had to be comfortable with you and slow. His fingers trailed up to your face, taking your face in to kiss you. 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 continued to roam his hands on your body. He pulled off your hoodie and took a second to admire your body. After he finished, he dived to kiss your nipple. You gently moaned, turning your head to the side.

He looks up for your reaction and sucked your bud, playing with the other. You moaned softly at each movement. You enjoyed this very much, especially since he's very attractive. You felt a knot in your stomach, signing your to your release. You let out a shaky moan, making 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 feel some way. It may make no sence of how your releasing so early, but your a sensitive person, your body is just so sensitive. After you released, your body was shaking. 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 rubbed your thigh in order to calm you down from your high.

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After that, you guys sat beside each other, figuring out what to do next. 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 them remembered something. "Hey, remember the day we went out?" You nod in agreement. "I got matching outfits for us, let's wear those" he said smiling at you. You smile and agree.

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You two both then layed there and enjoyed the night, talking about nonsense.

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#male reader #kpop #stray kids #kpop male reader #idol x male reader #male reader smut #hwang hyunjin #scenario #skz hyunjin #stray kids x male reader

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weezly14 · 5 months

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so i'm not going to respond to any individual asks - this is the blanket response to all the asks i've gotten in the past few weeks asking me when i'm going to update my WIPs, if i've abandoned them, etc. i appreciate the love, i do. i miss dust to dust, and something good and right and real, and i wanna be your boyfriend, too.

i might regret being this honest later, but fuck it, it's my blog and not enough people talk about this shit.

i'm struggling with infertility. emphasis on the struggle. i'm weepy from fertility meds, in the midst of my first treatment cycle, half hope and half fear. we're "unexplained infertility," so there's no reason why it shouldn't work, except it hasn't so far, so hope feels like a dangerous thing.

for anyone who hasn't experienced this, it's a complete and total mindfuck. i don't feel like the same person i was a year ago, before all those negative pregnancy tests. i thought i'd have a baby by now, or at least be pregnant. instead, i have a shitty not even diagnosis, and Options that are both a blessing but also invasive, and expensive, and in no way a guarantee. every month i calculate when the due date would be; think about the events we have planned for next year in terms of where i could be in a pregnancy; and every month, my period arrives right on schedule, if not a day early. i have yet to see a positive pregnancy test. it's "only" been a year, and i'm "so young," but it feels like it's been ages and like i'm running out of time.

we've been forced to have conversations about money, about how far we want to go with treatment, about when we might call it. "it's too early to think about that," you might say, but one cycle of ivf could cost $16k. we have good insurance, but are we willing to undergo more than one egg retrieval? how many failed transfers before we decide the emotional toll is too high? it's better to have those conversations now, before we have to, when we can maybe make clearer decisions. would we consider donor eggs or sperm? surrogacy? what about adoption?

meanwhile, i'm watching friends and acquaintances get pregnant with no problem, as i try not to completely isolate myself and try to track ovulation, as though timing might be the problem.

(it's not.)

i'm not the person i was before all of this, and it sucks. i'm a sadder, smaller person, i think. i'm trying my best. i'm "practicing hope" or some shit, i'm doing my best to keep my head up and stop isolating, stop avoiding my pregnant best friend, stop wallowing in the grief. because it is grief. if i get pregnant, it will be because of fertility meds and doctors, it will happen in a sterile exam room, hopefully with my husband holding my hand, if he can get the time off work. there will be no spontaneous pregnancy, no surprise. there's grief in that, in letting go of what i thought this might be like, how i thought it might go.

so yes, writing fic has fallen by the wayside. not because i want it to. i just have a hard time finding the energy to do even fun things. i miss the person who could write a lot in short spans of time, who had the energy for fic. i'd like to believe i can still be that person again. i don't consider any of those fics abandoned. i've written, i've worked on things.

but, right now, it feels like my entire life, my entire being, is consumed with this struggle to get pregnant. like my life is measured by where i am in my cycle. i look at my calendar and think, that's when i'll get my period or a positive test, so i should be mindful in what i plan. i might be very happy, or i might have a very bad day.

sometimes, the bad days feel eternal.

but i'm doing what i can. i'm trying, anyway. my therapist said i should practice hope, and i'm trying to. i'm trying to let myself believe things might work out. even though the fucking meds have made me weepy as hell, i'm trying to stay positive, and envision that this cycle could work. that on christmas day, instead of my period, i'll get a positive pregnancy test.

(because going home for christmas isn't loaded enough.)

there's an old wives tale that if you wrap a baby blanket and put it under the tree, you'll have a baby by next christmas. i'm jewish, but we're an interfaith household, so we bought a baby blanket, and we're going to wrap it in hanukkah paper, and put it under the tree. we have a hope basket in the nursery - because when we moved into this house we set aside a bedroom to be the nursery, and it's empty except for that little basket of baby things we've collected over the months, in the hopes that one day we'll have a baby to dress in the little onesies or socks. we have a running list of names. this is our version of practicing hope.

this is only our first treatment cycle. things could work. or maybe the next cycle. and then, there's always ivf. some days, i feel like it'll work for us, and we will have a baby, one way or another. other days, i wonder if i shouldn't just spare myself the pain and call it now. it's exhausting, infertility.

so, to everyone who misses my writing, and wonders when i'll update again - i don't know. i miss my writing, too. i miss being the person who wasn't so consumed by fertility shit, who could indulge in hobbies. i'd like to believe i can get back to that. but not this week.

the holidays are joyous but they're also really fucking hard, so let me be your friendly reminder not to ask people when they're having kids, or why they aren't pregnant yet, and to not tell people struggling with infertility to "just adopt" or "just relax."

happy holidays.

#random life post #weezly talks about infertility #weezly talks writing

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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Was feeling down so I talked to one of my uncle's from my mom's side and he and his wife, my fav aunt, were telling me to catch the next flight as soon as my exams end and it then reminded me how much of a spoiled princess I am when I am with them.

Like even when I was a child, I used to visit them a lot and they're both like rich rich, very much self made (like my uncle's a lawyer with his own firm, kind of like Harvey Specter but more smart and without any arrogance and ego issues, and my aunts works in advertising for this really luxurious chocolate company).

Anyways, I was saying that I am super spoiled by them because like mu uncle would send me an airplane ticket whenever I was missing them, and they'd buy me loads of gifts and I loves staying at their "not really a mansion" but still very big house, that had more servants and guards and house help than I could ever count for, and they ALL LOVED ME TOO OMG. Like fr, even one of their oldest drivers and house guards are so protective of me to this day, that they'd still interrogate whenever someone would come by their house (usually my cousin's from dad's side of the family so I didn't really mind😭) and would still rather drive me around the city all day and night than let me get an uber.

And like my uncle and aunty, even though they have a kid now (who I love to death and regularly remind that even though she might be the apply of their eyes, I am still their princess. Yes, I am 11 years older than her. No, I still don't let her win in games. Yes, she has the same sense of humor as me and is also into anime. And yes, we practically do look like twins.) They still very much spoil me rotten. From taking to super exclusive restaurants where even A list celebrities struggle to get in, to literally taking me on those shopping sprees and you see in those chick flicks.

And I'm not even gonna start om their whole ass collection of the coolest cars😭😭😭 I do feel like a celebrity with them black tinted windows and the way the driver would just slowly drive ahead or away whenever he thought some guys next to us were "trouble" or "bad crowd".

And you guys might say? Yeah your family loves you. Big deal. Family is supposed to love family. Yeah, well i got a brother as well and I ain't seen 1 single picture frame of him at their house????? Not to mention the whole ass file of pictures of me in their phones???

In their eyes I can do no wrong, and the only time they'd yelled at me was when I tried to pay for a plate of tacos at a food festival (no cause my heart cracked a bit when my aunt pulled my hand away and literally told me off "Snow, stop making a scene. You are NOT paying." And when i was like 7, i was playing outside my house and then suddenly my uncle picked me up and to the side and yelled at me "CAN YOU NOT HEAR THE CARS HONKING?! YOU ALMOST GOT RUN OVER!!!" and i only burst into tears because why would my fav person in the world yell at me??? In hindsight, that shouldve been a sign for them to have me and my attention span checked out😭😭)

Anyways, now that I think about it, they are kind of like those protective yanderes that I write about. Even the house help and my little cousin's nanny act like that😫

The way these exams have drained me this year, I for real am gonna go there again this summer because I deserve princess treatment only😭

With my brother's wedding coming up this year, my aunt was asking me about my love life and I told her I didn't have anyone rn, and that I probably will end with marrying whoever my parent's or my Muslim neighbours choose for me (no cause they're like family too and my friend's mom said that she can definitely set me up with someone who is worthy of me🥰🥰 and I though she was kidding but then she showed me like 8 guys and ngl... they were pretty. Like wattpad blue eyes with kohl, and tanned skin pretty) and they both kinda looked concerned at first and I assured them that whoever I would eventually marry would need to get your guys approval first and I'm not kidding when I say that my aunt had a sad smile om her face as she nodded and said of course, while my already stoic looking uncle looked even more upset before leaving to get himself a drink.

#the way they love me more than my own family😭😭#some of yall wanted to date me but yall will have to be incredibly successful in all aspects of life or else you guys might not be seen #again

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storiesbyrhi · 2 years

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Angel of the First Degree - Chapter 6: Monsterous

Eddie Munson x Chubby & Inexperienced!Reader 5721 words Series Masterlist

Previous Chapters: 1 - Valium; 2 - Carrie; 3: Honey; 4: Starcourt; 5: Buzzkill

Warnings: Anxiety; fatphobia including internalised; drug use; bullying; body issues; discussion of body function and fluids; period shame/stigma; disclosure of sexual assault (chapter 2); disordered eating and thoughts of food; shitty/abusive/critical parents; porn magazines; mild smut; no beta; warnings updated each chapter

Synopsis: When Eddie Munson finds you in the midst of a panic attack, it is the beginning of something. A fic featuring body and sex positivity, Eddie in a dress, soft small moments, scary big truths, and all the usual special feelings you’d expect from one of my stories.

Chapter Summary: Lightning strikes twice, which maybe you could survive, but the storm isn’t over.

Author's Note: I know you’re coming into this with a broken heart and I know I am about to break it again. I promise you I am doing it because I need to reset the break so I can heal it properly.

Eddie figured you out. Fast. You liked the small bruises his mouth left under your clothes. He learned how to make them heart-shaped; it was easier than he thought. You liked when he asked you questions. He asked a lot and didn’t require you to answer. They were intended to do one thing and one thing only: make you squirm. You liked when Eddie listed his favourite things about your body. You liked when he grinded against you.

Eddie also took note of the more interesting quirks you had. He’d squished your cheeks and made you stick your tongue out. Taking a gamble, he spat in your mouth and you honest to god moaned. You preened when he praised you, and he’d been trying different nicknames. Not the gross smutty ones that made you roll your eyes. The ones that made you blush.

All of that and neither of you had lost more than a top and a bra.

It took you a bit more practice to figure out what Eddie liked most, and to be fair – he was ecstatic to do anything. But when you curled around him, nuzzled into his neck and kissed and licked and sucked, he’d turn to putty. Eddie’s neck was beautiful, so you were always happy to indulge him. You heard the hitch in his voice whenever you complied with a command quickly.

Eddie liked to be in charge. You liked it that way too. It was easy to fall apart for him because you trusted him. It was nice and good and somehow super fucking hot to be manhandled and not have to make decisions. It felt like bouncing around in the clouds. Essentially, the exact opposite feeling from everywhere else in your life.

Mid-year exams were fast approaching. Despite doing everything within your power to prove to your parents you were on track for straight As – leaving practice tests and assessment pieces on the kitchen table, and asking teachers to write home with positive feedback – they were on you every single day.

Your room was never clean enough. You’d always forgotten to do something they never asked you to do. You hadn’t studied long enough. When did you last go for a run? Why aren’t you friends with Hayley and Chrissy anymore? What did you do, anyway?

School was no safe haven. Haley and co. were satisfied with you having no friends, but since your arrival at the Hellfire table and the happiness evident on your face, care of Eddie, you had popped back up on their radar.

They broke into your locker and covered everything in a sticky red food colouring and corn starch mix. They made oinking noises when you walked past, and tried to trip you. It was all so cliché, straight out of the Stephen King books Eddie had loaned you. If only that stopped it from hurting.

You sought solace and found it consistently in Eddie’s bedroom. It felt like the one place bad things couldn’t happen.

…

It was a Saturday, the afternoon only just breaking. Wayne was gone on a fishing trip. Homework had been done. The washing on the line. The dishes cleaned. And you were down to your underwear, Eddie matching in just his boxers.

You’d been feeling particularly sad. A bit moody, even. Eddie had vowed to make you all better, his effort valiant. His fingers dug into your thighs, your ass, anywhere he could hold you close by. He was all teeth and heat. You held his wild hair back while he kissed at the hem of your underwear.

“I, ah, I don’t-” you started. Eddie’s head shot up immediately, attentive to your every move and sound. “I don’t want to take ‘em off, but if you’re… if you’re up here with me, then you can, like, you know.”

It was maybe the most direct you’d ever been. Eddie dramatically rolled his eyes back and threw himself onto the pillow next to you. He kissed you, stopping to let you laugh at his enthusiasm, then starting again.

You felt his hand run down your back, along your butt, and around your thigh. His movements were careful but confident. Eddie wanted you to feel like he knew what he was doing. That he had you.

When his palm ran along the top of your underwear, it felt like an electric shock. You flinched, causing Eddie to quickly pull his hand away.

“Sorry!” you said, eyes wide.

“No, don’t, don’t say sorry. Are you okay? We can stop?”

“No. No. I don’t want to. I just…” You took a deep breath in. Eddie understood. You were nervous, which was normal.

“I love you,” he whispered, touching you again.

He watched your eyes close, lips part. You nodded, which he took to mean you loved him too. He knew you did.

Eddie went slowly, massaging you through the thin fabric. You could feel your entire body relaxing, sending all its energy to that one part of you. It tingled like pins and needles, but without the sting.

His fingers dipped into your underwear, traced the valley where your legs met body. You pulled your arms around Eddie’s neck, buried yourself in the curtain of his hair. Your mouth pressed open to the skin of his neck.

“Still with me? You’re doing so good,” he whispered. You hummed a short, soft sound of affirmation.

That’s when he ran a finger through your folds, felt your arms tighten around his neck. Fuck, it felt good. Eddie took his time, ghosted his fingertips over your clit just to see your reaction. You started to shake, and he was sure that he could cum just from touching you.

You were already wet, more so than Eddie expected, but he still practiced making the pace of your breathing change, bend to his will, before he dared to go deeper. When he felt your drool roll down his chest, could hear the happy whimpering, he said, “I wanna be in you, angel.” His voice was husky and kind. “Can I?”

You nodded, but he needed you to be sure. He wanted to hear you say it. “Tell me,”

“Yes. Please.”

You’d not dropped the manners, but Eddie was kind of into it. And he was very into how you felt around his finger. Soft and warm and tight and wet.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

“Can you… keep, ah, keep talking?” you asked between breaths.

Eddie nodded, moved so he could lift your leg up and let it sit around his waist. As his hand brushed over your thigh, he glanced at it, saw the red and paused, only for a second, before returning to you. The angle of your leg changed the place his finger hit, making your toes curl.

Before Eddie could decide what the right thing to do was, you had sensed the change in his energy. You put your hands on his chest and pushed away a little, so you could see his face. “What?” you asked, reading his expression as something other than happiness or lust.

“I, ah, please don’t freak out,” he said. You were confused and inching your way to panic. “Fuck. Ah, lemme just say that I’m good to keep going. If you are. That’s everything’s okay,”

“Eddie.” He frowned at the fear in your voice. You looked behind you, then around the room, searching for the cause of the interruption. “What’s wrong?” That’s when you looked down, past your belly, pushed up in a way that very suddenly seemed ugly to you where it hadn’t before, and saw Eddie’s hand. The blood. It was smeared across the top of one of your thighs too. The sharp intake of breath told Eddie you were about to cry.

“Listen-”

“No, no, no, no.” You didn’t stop babbling nos and stops when Eddie tried to pull you closer. You couldn’t think, just felt your skin sear with red hot embarrassment. Tears welled up in your eyes and started to coat your face.

“No, baby, come ‘ere. Please. It’s okay, here,” Eddie tried, but you were pushing and kicking him away. He let you go, scared to make it worse. You scrambled away from him, grabbing your t-shirt and bolting to the bathroom, locking yourself in.

Eddie sat up, pulled his legs to his chest and buried his face in the darkness the arch of his body created. He was so desperately sad for you. He needed a second to stop himself from screaming. You had been through so fucking much, and it felt like immeasurable cruelty to have the moment eclipsed by trauma. He felt sick but pushed it back into himself. Eddie pulled on some sweatpants, washed his hands in the kitchen sink, and went to the bathroom door. He sat on the floor in front of it and knocked.

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

You were sitting on the toilet, sobbing. Grabbing the nearest washcloth, no regard for who had used it for what, you balled it up and bit down hard on it.

Eddie didn’t know what to do, so he leaned his head against the door and settled in. He’d wait forever if that’s how long you needed. “I love you.”

Slowly, your sobbing calmed down to sniffles and salty tears. Wiping as much blood away as you could using wet toilet paper, you assessed your underwear. It was splotched red, unsalvageable. You wrapped toilet paper around the crotch thick enough that you could get home. That was your goal. Bury yourself in your bed and never see the light of day again.

After fourteen minutes of sitting on the bathroom floor, you stood and washed your face with cold water. You hated what the mirror showed, hardly able to look at it all.

“Eddie?”

“Angel!” he almost yelled, standing up when he heard you close to the door.

“Can you get my pants?”

He’d heard your voice small before. Crushed and hurting. This was a new level of sadness. He chewed the inside of his cheek as he retrieved your jeans.

“Here,” he said, trying to see in as you opened the door enough just to snatch the pants from him.

You braced yourself for impact after dressing. As soon as you stepped out into the hallway, Eddie had you in a smothering hug.

“What do you need?”

“I wanna go home,” you told him.

He let you go only to take hold of your face, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks gently. Eddie stared at you, watched as you averted your gaze. Home was with him. It was meant to be with him. He shook his head and said your name.

“You don’t have to go. Stay with me. It’s okay. Just… you don’t have to go. Please.”

You felt dizzy and lost and ashamed and gross.

Eddie hugged you again. “I get it. No. I mean. I don’t get it. But… I get you. I know you. You don’t wanna go home to them. You want to stay here. You want me to look after you. Yeah? Let me look after you?”

Crying again, at what you didn’t know, Eddie held you, rocking side to side, kissing the top of your head.

“Don’t go,” he whispered. “We’re okay. You’re okay. Don’t go.” He sounded desperate. When you nodded into him, he breathed in deeply, exhaling and closing his eyes. “I got you.”

Only a minute had passed, but it felt like an hour to both of you. Eddie was racking his brain for his next move, wishing he had lived with a person that got their period so he’d know what to do. All he had was movies and books.

The monstrous feminine. The body horror of it all.

“Ah, ‘kay, so,” Eddie said, letting you step away from him. You rolled your shoulders back and rubbed at your eyes. “Let’s get out of here for a bit? Go get some… supplies. Buy all the blueberries and Reece’s Pieces money can buy. Then we can come back and do… whatever you want. Whatever you need.”

The thought of being in public filled you with a unique type of dread, but you needed pads and probably some ibuprofen. You nodded, and walked back into the bathroom to check your reflection. Eddie leaned against the doorframe, hurting as he watched you hurt.

You pushed your hair away from your face and hated it. Brought it around your cheeks and hated it. You hated it all.

“Here,” Eddie said, disappearing into his room, quickly returning with a hoodie you’d never seen him wear. “I won this in a Fangoria competition. My vest doesn’t fit over it, so I don’t ever wear it.”

It was black and had the Fangoria logo across it. It was impossibly big, even on you. It went all the way down to your knees and your arms hardly filled half the allocated space. The hood hid your hair and if you had wanted it to, your entire head.

Eddie snorted. “You look tiny.”

You said nothing, just let him lead you out to the van and drive to the closest grocery store. The cramps were rolling in, too late to serve as a warning but in time to be a reminder. By the time you walked into the store, you were back on the verge of tears.

Eddie grabbed a shopping cart, cocking his head towards it. “Get in,”

“What?”

“I’ll push you around.”

Eddie was lovely, but not always practical. Walking felt like too much movement, like blood was gonna pour out of you, so climbing into a cart, a leg each side while you hiked yourself into it – no thanks.

“Here,” he said, grabbing you from behind and leaning backwards. You squeaked, kicked up into the air, then were suddenly in the cart. “Sit.” You did. “And, no. You weren’t too heavy.”

In the cart you could curl up and put the huge hoodie all the way over you.

“Alright. Business first,” Eddie announced, heading to the Medicine and Personal Items aisle. He stopped in front of the tiny selection of pads and tampons. A few options, hidden on the lowest shelf. “This one?” he asked, pointing to the first. You shook your head. “This one?” He kept going until you nodded.

“And those,” you whispered, pointing to the night pads.

“Does it change at night?” Eddie asked, handing you the packets.

It was funny enough to laugh, but your mood wouldn’t let you. “No. These are just longer and stuff. ‘Cause you move around in your sleep,”

“Makes sense,”

“Anything else?”

Pain killers and a new hot water bottle, because Eddie wasn’t sure if there was one at home. Promised blueberries. Pudding Pies. Nerds. Pizza Rolls. Dr Pepper. Peanut Butter Cups. “Keep the change,” to the check-out girl, and race car noises as Eddie pushed the cart across the parking lot too fast. You were scared he’d crash, but you laughed and squealed anyway. Back in the van, you popped some ibuprofen and downed it with some Yoo-hoo.

Back in the trailer, after sticking a pad to your underwear, you changed into your pajama pants and kept the hoodie on. The novel feeling of swimming in an article of clothing was good. While you did that, Eddie moved the coffee table in the lounge room space and set up a picnic. He pulled all the blankets off his bed and out of the cupboard.

When you walked into the room, Eddie looked up at you and smiled. “I made the hot water bottle. Come ‘ere.” You settled between his legs, back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your neck.

“Okay?” he asked softly. You nodded. “What are the odds, huh?”

“Cursed,” you mumbled.

“I mean, it can’t possibly happen a third time,”

“I bet it does. That’s why it’s not fair that other girls get regular periods. They can track it and stuff. I don’t know what’s wrong with me,”

“Look, I’m not an expert or anythin’, but I reckon you just think all the other girls are… regular, or normal, or whatever. But it’s just ‘cause the girls like you don’t go around talking about it. You’re all too embarrassed. Which is dumb.”

You made a small, unhappy 'hmmf' sound.

“Not saying you’re dumb!” Eddie rushed to clarify. “Just the whole-” He waved his hands around you. “Nobody talking about shit thing. It’s not just chicks that do it.”

That got you curious; you turned on the spot to look at Eddie. “What do you mean?”

There was a slight tinge of pink shimmering onto the tops of Eddie’s cheeks. “Uh… Alright… So… When I started to get, uh… um, wet dreams. Like, before I was… purposefully… doing… that. I was just a kid, so I thought I was pissing myself in my sleep and that there was something very fucking wrong with my piss.”

You held in a laugh. Eddie narrowed his eyes at you.

“Oh, that’s funny? I was horrified. I thought I was like, dying. Sticky white cancer cells coming out of me.”

Too late to catch it, you snorted with laughter. “You did not,”

“I did! I didn’t tell anyone. You can imagine my relief the first time I jacked off and jizzed all over a double-page spread in Heavy Metal.”

Still laughing, you covered your face in second-hand embarrassment. “Heavy Metal? Like, to a cartoon?”

“Hey! Those ill-us-tra-tions are A. R. T., angel,” Eddie defended himself, smiling at how he was able to pull you back into a happy state. “I swore to myself the next time my body went rogue, I’d talk about it. save myself the, you know… Panic,”

“What was the next time?”

Puberty kind of snowballed for Eddie. It hit early and threw a deluge of biological and psychological changes at him. “I was very freaked out at how much hair I was growing. Made Wayne look at my junk in case I was, I don’t know, turning into a fucking werewolf,”

“A werewolf that turned starting from their…”

“Cock, yeah,” Eddie finished for you. If the stories helped you to feel normal, he’d exaggerate every embarrassing thing he’d ever done. “What else? Um… Oh! Jesus. Yeah, okay, so they told us we’d all start to get pimples and shit, you know? Normal teenage stuff. But I wasn’t getting ‘em on my face, and I asked if that was normal, so everyone called me Buttface for months,”

“Noooo. That’s mean,” you whispered, sad for pre-teen Eddie.

“I can handle it. I was more pissed at the actual butt pimples. Hurt like a bitch. Glad I grew out of that. Still have the acne though.” He was referring to the breakouts along his shoulder blades and back. Eddie let you pop the blackheads when they got bad.

“I like it,” you said.

“My acne?”

“Yeah. You’re… like, stupidly perfect in my head. So anything that makes you more… human… I love. I don’t know how to explain it,”

“No, I get it. It’s just… interesting… A double standard actually,” Eddie said, his shit-stirring voice at play.

“Why?”

“How come you’re allowed to love my weird body stuff, but I can’t love yours.”

Oh, shit.

Like a well-trained therapist, he’d caught you in an inconsistent thought pattern and forced you to face it. All you could do was pout, wiggle in his arms, and kind of shrug. Eddie laughed.

“I’m just saying… when you’re ready to talk about what happened, I have some actual weird shit to bring to the table.”

Almost everything Eddie brought to the table was weird. What could, therefore, be genuinely weird by his standards? Your curiosity outweighed your embarrassment. “Can you just tell me now?”

Eddie smiled. “I…” He stretched out the one little letter for a couple of syllables. “Might have… liked… it,”

“It?”

“The… blood? Not the part where you were upset or hurting. Not that. At all! Just, like. I don’t know. Nevermind. It’s weird. I’m ah… A freak.” He chuckled nervously, a tinge of shame that you had never really heard from him before.

Trying to wrap your head around what he meant, you let your mind feed you images. You had no way of knowing if they were what Eddie was thinking of too. It didn’t disgust you though, not like Eddie thought it might. Mostly, you felt neutral.

You were still cuddled into Eddie’s chest; he couldn’t see your face properly. He was ready to backpedal, laugh it off at a joke, when he realised he couldn’t. You’d think it was at your expense.

The images had slowed, your mind offering a different train of thought. Eddie was so into you that he wanted every part of you. The part of you that had caused so much pain and rejection and sadness, he liked.

You shuffled forward, out of Eddie’s grasp, so you could turn and sit, facing him. He was running his rings along his mouth nervously, back and forth, back and forth.

“Do you promise you’re not saying that to make me feel better?”

Eddie barked out an anxious laugh. “Not the most direct way to do that…”

“Guess not,” you agreed.

“Wait… Do you? Feel better? You’re not, like, freaked out?”

No.

“No. I’m… tired. And, uh, like, my head feels all muddled up. But… Not freaked out,” you told him. The stress melted from his face. “And, it’s kind of cool…”

“Cool?”

“Yeah, ‘cause… That’s like… what they write in romance novels. Not, like, period... blood stuff. But that someone could love you so much that nothing else matters. Nothing gets in the way.”

Eddie had tried to work out why he was into the idea of touching you while you were on your period. Once he got over the initial don’t be a freak negative thoughts, he wondered if it was the horror movie heavy metal blood is cool imagery. He wondered if he wanted to touch you while you were especially vulnerable, obsessed with the idea you trusted him so much. You’d given him a third possibility. Maybe it wasn’t a weird thing or a kink thing at all. Maybe he loved you so much that…

“Nothing gets in the way,” he mused.

Realistically, it was a combination.

You and Eddie settled into your junk food picnic. The sugar helped, and you were too tired to maintain any of your usual neat and tidy portion controlled fucked up food habits. You ate what you wanted to. You let Eddie massage your lower back and kiss your neck. You watched your comfort films and fell asleep on the living room floor, holding Eddie’s hand and on the brink of exploring a brave new world.

…

Shouting.

Shouting?

Sitting up, the sleep left you quickly, recognising the voice. Your father was screaming your name, banging on the trailer door.

“Fuck!” you yelled, scrambling to your feet when you realised it was morning. Before you could move, Eddie was at your side, his hair a chaos of a bird’s nest on his head. He was squinting through the bright light coming in the window. “No, no, no. Eddie. We fell asleep!”

“It’s okay. You needed rest-”

“What? You let me sleep the night?!” you yelled at him.

Eddie looked hurt. He shook his head. “No. Of course not. I passed out too. Angel, I’d never let you get in trouble.”

Instantly, you felt bad for accusing him, but you were terrified. You bolted to his room and grabbed your bag, shoes only half on as you went down the steps and out into the trailer park.

Your father was in a one-sided shouting match, Wayne not buying in.

“Mate, you need to calm down,” he was saying, which you knew would only make your father angrier.

“I’m sorry! It was an accident!” you said, trying to put yourself between the two men. Eddie was right behind you though, taking your wrist and pulling you away from them.

“We raised you better than this,” your father spat. “And what do we get for it? An ungrateful daughter. A cheap slut,”

“Woah. That’s not how we talk to women here. You gotta leave or I’ll call the cops,”

“No, you won’t. I bet you’ve got enough drugs in that shitty tin shed to put you both away for life, huh? Yeah? Go ahead.”

That’s when you realised your mother was there. You walked around to the other side of the idling car where she was unloading big garbage bags.

“Mum?”

She looked at you. There was a sadness in her expression. Disappointment.

“Mrs Hoffman called us. She saw you yesterday. Said you were running wild in town, buying… condoms…”

“What? No. I… I got my period. We were getting pads. We didn’t… I didn’t… Mum… Please?”

Eddie still had you by the wrist, but let you go so you could try to hug your mother. She pushed you away, dropped the last bag on the ground, its contents spilling out onto the dirt.

“You need to learn,” she said then got into the car, pushing you away again. She stared straight ahead while you pounded on the window, crying for her.

Your father had watched the exchange, and when you looked over the roof of the car at him, there was no regret in his eyes. “Don’t come home. You’re not welcome.”

He got into the driver's seat and began to reverse. Eddie had to hold you close to him to stop you from running after them. He clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth as you yelled at him to let you go.

“Please, please, please,” you begged after your parents. When they were out of sight, you went entirely limp, a sobbing mess. Just a child.

“Get her inside, Ed. I’ll get this,” Wayne said quietly.

Wayne picked up your scattered belongings, dusting things off and gently putting them in the bags. He brought them all inside, put them carefully on the living room floor.

He had arrived home late Saturday night to the scene of you and Eddie sound asleep in your picnic nest. Although he wondered how you had swung permission to stay over, it was a fleeting thought. He showered and took Eddie’s bed, not minding the swap.

He had woke early, sat on the porch couch having a coffee and cigarette. When the Ford Escort pulled up, it didn’t take him long to put two and two together. Then, your father was yelling, asking, “Where is she?!”

As he stood in his kitchen, Wayne Munson glanced over at your stuff, then went searching for that special tea you’d brought him. He’d follow the instructions on the pack, tried not to burn the tea leaves or over brew it.

Eddie had milk and two sugars. You had milk and one.

Wayne knocked on Eddie’s door, using one of the mugs in place of his own knuckles. The door pushed open, not having been closed when Eddie dragged you inside. Wayne put the mugs on his nephew’s bedside table silently, then left the room, closing the door behind him.

On Eddie’s bed, you were curled up facing the wall, your boyfriend holding you tightly as you sobbed. You were trying to talk between the cries, getting out sentence fragments like, “I didn’t do anything,” and “I try to be good,” and “How come everything gets ruined?”

Eddie wanted to burn their house down. He wanted to key their car and stab the tires. He wanted to ruin them.

When you started to rock, self-sooth, Eddie gave you just enough room to do it. He wouldn't let go of you. Not then. Not ever again. He went to speak, but there were no words. Eddie knew what it was like to be let down and hurt by parents. He knew the abject despair of being rejected and unloved by the few people who should care for you unconditionally. Eddie knew there was nothing to help the wound until it stopped bleeding on its own.

As your sobbing turns to sniffles, a transition you and he were both well acquainted with, Eddie hummed, his lips pressed to the back of your neck. He felt you lean into him, so he started to sing, his voice barely there but there enough.

Everything hurts and nothing is good. There is no happy ending, you decided. Everything is broken and that’s what you deserved. Still, even stuck in the self-hate quicksand, you let Eddie love you. It seemed like a small thing, but it wasn't. It was an act of trust. An act of love. It was a defiant act of hope, and that wasn't lost on Eddie.

You let him sing to you until you were somewhere between awake and asleep, teetering on the cusp of consciousness. The mugs of tea so carefully brewed by Wayne went cold, but that was okay.

There was relief, even if it went unacknowledged. It was right at the front of Eddie’s thoughts. No more abuse. It was somewhere in the back of your mind, swimming in the depths that you won’t go to. Not yet. No more abuse.

…

You slept all through Sunday morning, right until mid-afternoon. At first, Eddie had planned on staying by your side. He tried to sleep, but couldn’t. He lasted just over an hour before he couldn’t stay still any longer.

“Hey,” Wayne greeted, looking up from the couch. He looked weirdly small between all the garbage bags.

“So-”

“Don’t need to ask, Ed. This has been her home for a while. Course she’s welcome. Don’t know how you’re going to fit all this in your room though,”

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed, sitting at the small kitchen table pushed against the wall. “Fuck.” He ran his hands over his face.

“How is she?”

“Asleep. I don’t know… Yesterday was… already a rough day. Now this. She’s tired… I, ah, yeah, I don’t know how she’s gonna feel,”

“Like shit, I imagine,” Wayne offered. Trailer Park Wisdom.

“Yeah. At least they can’t hurt her anymore,”

“Silver linings,”

“Silver linings,” Eddie repeated.

“I had a look for the other spare key but god knows where it ended up. I’ll get another one cut tomorrow.” Eddie was touched by his uncle’s thoughtfulness. He shouldn’t have been that surprised; Wayne did take him in, after all. “Now you’re up, I’m gonna head out. We’re gonna need… more than beer and pizza rolls if we’re gonna look after her properly,”

“Shit, yeah. Here,” Eddie said, moving to one of the cupboards in the kitchen, retrieving a tin he kept his saved cash in.

“I don’t want your money, Ed,”

“Yeah, yeah. Take it, old man,”

“Old man? Fuck. I’ll take the cash just for that.”

With Wayne gone and you asleep, Eddie cleaned up. He made room in the hallway cupboards, tip toed around, moving some of his junk into it so you could have most of the storage in his room. That’s what he was doing when you rolled over in bed, waking up and looking around.

Eddie was sitting on the bedroom floor, looking through boxes of shit he hadn’t touched since he was thirteen. As you crawled over to the edge of the bed, he looked up at you.

“Hey. Hi.” Eddie was fast on his knees, resting his head on the mattress, rubbing his nose against yours.

“Hi,”

“Should I ask how you feel?” You shook your head. “Should I tell you that I am madly in love with you?” You nodded. “I’m maaaadly in love with you. Lovesick. I’d just drop dead without ya.”

Your smile. Eddie would kill to keep it on your pretty face.

“What are you doing?” you asked, looking around the pulled apart room.

“I am making space for the love of my life. Turns out I own a lot of crap,”

“Eddie! Don’t throw your stuff away!” You were standing up and looking around frantically.

Eddie laughed, slowly getting up too. “I’m not, don’t worry. When you grow up dirt poor, you don’t throw anything out. You never know what’s going to come in handy. I’m just… organising… Using the space better,”

“Oh,”

“Yeah. I was thinking, maybe, we play hooky tomorrow. Build ourselves a little home here?”

God, he was so kind. You nodded and stepped closer to wrap your arms around him. When you giggled a little, Eddie smooshed your face between his palms.

“What?”

“It’s just… I don’t know how metal it is to play house,”

“Is that what we’re doing? Playing mummy and daddy,” he sassed back, easily taking the upper hand. You smiled, bit your lip. “Since that’s the game, I’ve got something for you… I thought I lost this, but you know, spring cleaning is good for that.”

Eddie pulled a ring from his pocket. It was a silver band that held a small red stone, nothing like his other jewellery.

“Don’t rat me out to the pigs, but I stole this when I was nine,”

“Jesus. Is this like, real?”

“I guess? I was gonna pawn it but it was so… fancy… I just kept it. Lost it a couple years ago,”

“Where was it?”

“Pocket of a jacket I used to plug a hole in the floor,” he said with a shrug.

“Eddie, I can’t take this,”

“Why? Of course you can. S’not like it fits me. Besides, you said it, we’re mummy and daddy now,”

“You can’t keep saying that,” you told him with a laugh, taking the ring from him and finding a finger that it would fit on.

“See. It’s perfect,” he said. “And, ah, I am very secure in my metal status, thank you, but really, you’re kind of showing me up in that department,”

“What do you mean?”

Eddie kissed the ring on your hand and then pulled you into a hug. “You’re very fucking hardcore, angel. You’ve spent a lifetime living with… Shelob and Bolg. Survived Azog.” The Defiler. “Battled a legion of bloodthirsty cheerleaders. All while getting good grades and being the hottest girl I have ever seen.”

You smiled into his chest. “I love you,”

“I love you too, angel. You’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna be okay.”

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