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#i just have a hard time focussing and life gets in the way
christinarowie332 · 4 months
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stupid horny fucks .
chris sturniolo x reader (smut)
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warnings: accidental dick pic lmao . smut ovs ? quick fuck . possible angst if u squint . possible series . not proof read
in which : chris accidentally sends his bestfriend a none PG photo …….. resulting in tears of tension being released…. but was it a mistake?
ps : don’t send unsolicited nudes , it’s weird as fuck . this is heavily fiction . don’t be a weirdo .
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the room was a calm environment, me , nick, matt and chris all sat in dim lighting from the tv , my legs sprawled over nicks lap on the couch as we all relax in our shared space. this was a normal night for us all , a movie in the background, snacks and drinks arrayed out as we all engage in absent minded easy conversations. chris was quieter tonight. i notice as i allways do , subconsciously focussed on him , it’s hard not to be when your surrounded by things that remind you of him , and of course himself . i’ve always felt wierd with chris . it’s not all the time . 70% of the time he’s just an annoying, loud , funny , sweet friend . same with nick and matt . but that 30% , that’s something even chris himself couldn’t get out of me . god he’s attractive. the way his legs are spread , his sweatpants pressing against his dick , the shadow of his bulge basically begging to be touched. his fluffy hair , swept against his features , the loose curls lightly lay on his forehead. his sharp facial features being illuminated by his phone screen as he looks down to it , his pink lips puckered as he concentrates. god everything about him just makes my skin crawl , goosebumps literally growing on the skin of my arms at the thoughts that run through my head. the way his veiny hands would look around my neck. the low tank top he’s wearing , and how his sleek collarbones would feel on my lips . fuck .
i cross my legs on nicks lap , squeezing them together to relieve the growing tension between them . nicks head turns towards me , his confused expression catching my attention. “you good?” he asks , shifting himself on the sofa , his voice making matt and chris glance over at us .
“i’m fine , just getting comfortable” i send him a reassuring smile after speaking , all three of the brothers attention going back to the tv or phones . thank god . i try to distract myself from my thoughts (chris), pulling my phone from beneath my body on the cushioned seat . i open snapchat and start scrolling through my recent snaps , random guys , my friends , team snapchat (wow i have no life) . i start snapping them back , ceilings , selfies . chris . i open his snap and it’s just a normal photo of him , sexy as fuck ,but just a normal face snap , i send him one back and carry on with the rest of them .
after a while , i’m watching a instagram reel and get a chat notification from chris . i look up at him with furrowed eyebrows. “chris i’m literally in the same room as you why are u snapping me ?” i ask , waving my hand around with my phone in its grasp . he doesn’t look at me as he responds, his thumb still lazily scrolling on his phone. i roll my eyes beofre opening the chat . said eyes basically fall out of my head when i open it . i audibly gasp and my head shoots towards chris , making literally everyone look at me .
“sorry.” i replies to their stares , i watch all three of their attentions go back to their original places , before chris’s head snaps towards me , his eyes wide and jaw muscles clenched . the photo he sent me , was probably the last thing i ever thought i would see . his dick . in all it’s glory , veins decorated up the shaft , towards his tip , pre cum dripping down the side . it was fucking huge . i look down at my now vibrating phone in my hand , chris frantically texting me .
chris | I DIDNDTTT MENBA TO SEND THET
: DONT FUCKIJG SAY ANYTHING.
: Y/N
: OLESSE
: THAT WAS NOT MEANT FOR YOU
: bro i’m so sorry
: please just forget u saw that
: nah im actually sorry
it takes me a few seconds to contain myself . before i decide to text him back .
me | chris bro it’s literally fine .
chris | i’m so sorry
: i’m acc so sorry
me | chris .
: i said it’s fine .
chris | are u sure ? i’m so fucking sorry .
me | why are u sorry ???? that’s a nice ass dick .
why the fuck would i say that . chris’s bitmoji stops typing . and just stays still for a while before i see a new message.
chris | my room . five mins .
me | i’m going now . follow me idfc
i immediately get up from my seat , throwing to phone to the sofa and twlling the boys i’m going to bed . i make it to chris’s room in seconds , leaving the door open and waiting for him there . it’s a minute until i watch him speed into the room and slam the door behind him , walking towards me and grabbing my neck to slam his lips onto mine .
the kiss is fast and needy , clothes being torn off as our lips collide and tongues explore each others mouths . he leads me to the bed in just his boxers , and unclips my bra before dropping me onto his mattress . he watches the recoil from the springs in his bed make my tits bounce , a small smirk playing on his lips beofre climbing on top of me and attaching his mouth onto my neck .
he pries out small wimpers as he bites and sucks on my skin , leaving bruises up to my ear and over my chest , my hips thrusting forwards to reach his bulge , aiming for any friction as the tingling between my thighs intensifies .
“are you sure ?” he breathes into my neck , it’s like all i’ve been relying on is pure instinct, his words barley make it into my head and i’m drunk in his touch . “yes fuck , just hurry up and fuck me” i reply, lurching my hands to his face and bringing him up from my chest, reattaching our lips . his fingers make his way to my clothed pussy , his middle finger drawing circles over my swollen clit . his muscles contort as he moves , curved shadows against his pale skin . the veins running up his forearm from his slender fingers .perfectly smooth and sharp at the same time . “so needy……” he says moving his fingers upwards before putting them under my underwear, running his cold finger between my folds . “and so fucking wet” he continues, making his way to my clit with his fingers , making me lift into his touch and moaning at the sensation. he continues his movements placing his knee forward towards my heat , slowly prying my legs open so he has better access , slowly increasing the speed making me a whimpering mess underneath him .
he pulls his fingers away and swiftly takes off his boxers , pumping his dick a couple of times before placing the tip at my entrance and running it through my folds . “are u one hundred perfect sure?” he asks , i nod frantically, readjusting my self underneath him making myself comfortable. “words baby , you know i would love to fuck you sensless but right now i need your words”
“YES CHRIS JUST FUCK ME”. i raise my voice , i see his eyes flicker and an eyebrow raise before he slams into me , a smirk growing on his face as he watches me sink into the bed , all confidence gone as he pounds into me. “JESUS FUCK , fuck” i allmost scream as he thrusts into me, my hands slapping his back , nails digging into his back at the feeling .
his hair flops against his forehead at each thrust , groans and heavy breathing falling from his lips. his hands hold his up as he towers over me , silencing my own cries of pleasure with his mouth on mine still sloppily placing kisses on my lips before moving down my neck. “your doing so well , i’m so close baby i’ve wanted this for so- fuck” he breathes out as he keeps thrusting , each minute pulling energy and sweat from our body’s as we both edge closer to our release . my hands hold his shoulders pulling myself into him to deepen his reach into me , feeling his ruthless abuse of my g spot , not allowing any thoughts to come from my brain . quite literally fucking me senseless .
“FUCK , chris i’m so close , CHRIS don’t stop please” i plead to him , making his speed pick up . “me too mama me too , come baby please” he says as his finger moves towards my clit , the circles matching his thrusts as he eggs my release on . i feel his dick twitch inside of me , at this i feel myself completely release around him , loud moans being silence as his hand rests on my throat as he kisses me through my orgasm . moments later i feel him also topple over the edge fulling out and feeling warm strings of cum coat my stomach and chest .
he flops down next to , his chest heaving and loose curls wet slightly around his neck with sweat .
“what the fuck just happened” i say looking over to him
he just stares at the ceiling .
what the fuck just happened .
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i’m so drunk rn this is such a mess .
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side note : i love u all sm , like acc . sorry for the delay in the fics but i hate posting shit that’s half assed or rushed , and i like to make sure that my shits realistic to the boys . you know ? hope y’all still love me LMAO !!!
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What I will write: Smut, fluff, angst, g!p, au
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Break Me- Wanda needs you to be rough with her and give her exactly what she wants.
Detention- Your Professor keeps you behind after class as you were distracted.
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Dirty Thoughts- While babysitting the twins, Wanda is left to listen to all the sinful thoughts of the older woman flickering through your mind.
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Focus- Wanda tests how well you can concentrate while her hands roam your body.
Can't I?- "You can't control me the way you do them." "Can't I?"
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Touch Me- You beg Wanda to give you what you desperately want.
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"I swear on my life," you whisper, unable to look away from her.
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This fic also includes relationship with Natasha Romanoff in which the reader is not faithful in.
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ken-dom · 7 months
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NSFW Ken Headcanons
Warnings/content: It’s pure smut, Ken definitely has a penis in this, hand job, oral, praise kink, begging, aftercare, gn!reader
I originally posted this to my main blog but I'm re-posting all my work here to have everything in one place due to an unresolved tagging issue on my main
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Sometimes cries out a strangled ‘Sublime!’ when he cums
Speaking of cum, it’s glittery ✨
Usually announces when he’s close because he’s so excited about it
Would be happy to dry hump as long as it’s with you, but give him a handjob and it changes his life forever
Takes him a few times to get over how good it feels when you bring him off to begin with, but after he’s calmed down a bit he’s laser focussed on your pleasure
Learns your body really quickly
Literally cannot keep his hands off you once he’s had a taste and he wants you to touch him all the time, too
The first time you suck him off he’s pretty sure he died of pleasure and came back to life while you were kissing him after
Total horn dog once you open up his eyes to all the different ways you can make him feel good
When you first got together he would cum in his pants just from making out if you were pressed against him just right
On that note, he really likes it when you press your thigh between his legs while you make out
Such a needy, whiny mess
Every moan and gasp he elicits from you is the sweetest praise he’s a ever heard, so he memorises every little touch and every reaction they get
He is SO loud, and at the slightest touch. You have to kiss him to swallow his moans if you’re trying to be quiet, or, if he’s feeling ✨kinky✨ he’ll let you put a hand over his mouth
Huge kink for begging, he discovers. You moan out a, ‘Please!’ one time and that’s it, he’s obsessed
Really good with his hands. Like. It’s unreal how skilled those elegant fingers are
His gaze is so intense when you’re making out and pull away to catch your breath or tell him what you want to do to him
Likes to see your face when you cum. And if you make eye contact too, he’s done for
Loves you to tangle your fingers in his hair when he goes down on you
Feels so safe when he’s with you and it’s slow and intimate and he can bury his beautiful face against your neck, gasping against your skin
Whimpers so needily when you praise him. During or after
Praise him too much too soon and he won’t last
But it doesn’t matter because he’s eager, and he will happily start all over again and take his time on you while he regains his strength
Doesn’t actually take him long at all to get hard again so you’re not left waiting if you want him to fuck you
Doesn’t matter how many times you get together, he cheeks always flush when you start kissing him
If you mess his hair up he tries to keep it that way so he can show off to the other Kens’
Always really excited to try new things with you, surprising you with ideas for positions he’d like to try, and later new sex toys when he discovers them
Almost feints when you explain what 69ing is
The BIGGEST cuddler after sex
And sometimes takes the opportunity to show off his muscular arms with a cheeky smirk
Melts when you squeeze his big muscles or caress his chest
His aftercare with you is brushing each others hair and putting matching pyjamas on to cuddle while he tells you how amazing he thinks you are for being turned on by him and satisfying him so thoroughly
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shinestarhwaa · 2 months
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FANTASIZE || OT8 (SAN CENTERED)
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''I fantasize about you all the time, if you were mine I'd give this pussy to ya 9 to 5, 5 to 9''
I tried writing this fic a little differently than my usuals, as they used to be more in the past tense, how do you guys like them this way?
Genre: Smut
Pairing: bf!San x Fem reader x ot8
Word Count: 2.7K
Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, Dom!reader, Sub!San, Handjob, Dirty language, Voyeurism, Pegging, Anal play, Cockslapping, Masturbation, Facesitting, Oral sex, Use of mommy, Humiliation, Overstimulation, Praise, Sex toys, Use of a collar & leash, San has a big & thick dick, Kinda himbo!San core
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ENJOY!
"So, baby," you say as you run your hand over your boyfriends thigh. You're laying down on the couch together, watching some dull movie when an idea pops into your head. "Hm?" He responds.
"Don't you have any fantasies?"
His ears seem to turn red instantly at your question. "Fantasies? Uhm... That's a good question, I don't really know," he says. "Oh, really?" You ask while playing with his hair. "Yeah, you already brought my fantasies to life," he nods. You smile and kiss his temple, thinking about the things you've done to him in the past months.
It wasn't like San was inexperienced. Sure, he had sex before and he was quite good at it, but when he started to have sex with you that's where his real desires came to the surface. He dropped the sexy act and focussed on feeling good, letting you handle him, use him, tell him what to do and fuck him until he saw stars.
"So there's nothing else? I've fulfilled all of them?"
San looks away a little, cheeks flushed. You laugh and pull him closer. "Sannie, just tell me, I won't make fun of it." "I know you won't, it's just a little... very dirty..."
"Mmh, but I love things a little... very dirty," you say, hand gliding over his toned chest. "Well, you know... at first I told you the fantasy about... you pegging me, right?" You nod and press a kiss on his cheek. "That was actually not the whole fantasy," San admits.
You're intrigued and a smile plays on your lips. "Well what is the rest of the fantasy then, babe?" "I... I want you to fuck me while the guys watch us." Your mouth fell open a little as he told his little secret but you were quick to close it.
"So... You want me to peg you and have all 7 of them watch? Do you think they're up for it baby?" You asked for clarification. San bit his lip and shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure... I think some of them definitely would but I just get so hard when I think about it... I just imagine you fucking me and making me moan out loud and...Them surrounding us with their cocks out and they... They play with themselves and say nasty, dirty things to me."
An obvious tent was forming in San's sweatpants by now, showing you how much he actually wants it. Your hand slid into his pants and boxers, taking a hold of his hardened cock. "Yeah? You want that, baby? Do you want them to jerk off to the sight of you being used?"
San gulps and nods enthusiastically. "Yes, yes, I do," he pants as he feels his cock harden even more if that was even possible. Your hand slid up and down his shaft and San grunts softly, breathing becoming erratic. "You imagine them seeing you cum untouched because of me baby? You imagine them saying things to you?"
"God, yes I do, I imagine them calling me a slut... and I imagine them telling me how good I'm taking it." You smirk and pick up the pace of your hand. You move it up and down quickly as you flick your wrist to jerk him off just the way he likes it. "Sanie, you wouldn't be embarrassed?" "Y-Yes I would be embarrassed, I would, but..."
You smirk and squeeze his cock slightly. "But that's what you want, isn't it?" "Y-yes, yes it is," San says, breath hitching in his throat as his cock begins to twitch. "Are you coming already? Aren't you a needy little boy. Go ahead then. Cum for mommy."
"Guys? What are you all doing here?" San asks as he steps into the living room. He looks around and sees you hanging out with his friends. "Hey Sanie," you say with a smile. You get up from your seat and take his hand.
"Hey there Sanie," Wooyoung says, his voice sounding nearly hungry as if he was ready to ravish him. But you weren't gonna let them touch him, he's all yours tonight.
"Do you remember when we were on the couch 3 weeks ago and you told me about a little fantasy?" You ask him, fingers trailing up and down his chest. He immediately freezes, now realizing why they're all here. They're here to watch him get fucked.
"Oh my God," San whispers as he already feels his cock hardening in his pants. "They're all here to watch me and you. We'll have so much fun won't we baby? I've got everything ready here... So all you have to do is freshen up and you can come back again," you order. "Yes... Yes I'll go wash up," San nods before he speeds to the bathroom.
You look at the 7 guys in front of you and give them a stern look. "Okay, you guys are not allowed to touch him, are we clear? You're allowed to undress and touch yourself, talk, but no touching or fucking." They all nod, but Hongjoong opens his mouth. "Are we allowed to cum on him?"
You're too stunned to speak for a minute. You didn't expect them to say yes and now they want to cum on your boyfriend? These kinky, horny fuckers. ''I suppose that's alright,'' you nod. You take off your sweater and jeans and reveal the black, lacy lingerie bodysuit hugging your figure in the perfect way. The guys let out sounds of approval as you take a collar and leash in your hand and show your outfit off to them. The 7 men discard their tops and pants and wait for San to come back into the living room.
A few minutes later San walks in, wearing only a towel. ''I-I figured I wouldn't need any clothing anyway,'' San explains as he comes up to you. He watches you in awe, cock already half-hard at the sight of you in the sexy lingerie. ''Alright babyboy, are you ready to give the boys a show?'' ''Yes... I'm ready.''
You order him to sit down on the seperate element you took from your large sofa and so he does. His eyes twitch nervously and they follow your every move. You stand behind him as you attach the collar to his neck. ''I know this is not part of your fantasy but it is mine... If you want me to stop you know to use your safe word, yes?'' ''Yes...''
''Speak with two words, San.'' ''Yes, mommy,'' he whispers underneath his breath, looking down. ''Speak up. I'm not gonna do this if you're not gonna act properly. You're a good boy right?'' ''Yes, mommy,'' San says, a little louder this time. ''That's a good boy,'' you say, caressing his hair gently.
Your take his chin inbetween your fingers and pull it sideways, kissing him on his plush lips. He moves towards you, only slightly, but enough to make his towel fall down a little, revealing his thick cock for everyone to see. You notice a few of the guys are already reaching for their cocks inside their underwear, pumping them slowly to full hardness.
The feeling of San's lips against yours are enough to get you excited so you decide not to hold off on 'the show' any longer. You break off the kiss and take his towel away. San's cock twitches the moment you touch it. His knuckles are white from holding onto the sofa so tightly. "Relax, baby, I'm just gonna play with you."
You attach the leash onto San's collar and give it a gentle tug to see if it's fastened well enough. He glares at the velvety box beside him, full of the toys you like to use. You take a small vibrator out of it and squirt a nice amount of lube on it.
"Get on your hands and knees, prince," you order him. San obeys, instinctively facing the wall so he's showing off his bare bottom to his friends. His face digs into the fabric of the sofa, so embarrassed but so turned on.
"God, you've got a nice ass, Mountain," Mingi grunts. "Fuck," Seonghwa mutters underneath his breath. His hole clenches as he hears praises fall off his friends' tongues.
You carefully slide the toy into your boyfriends' ass. It's small enough to insert without preparation but it's effective enough to rile him up before you actually use him. San whines as the contact and tries to muffle his whimpers. "Sit down again."
San nodds and sits down with his legs spreaded, facing the guys and watching each of them with their cock in their hand. "Look at them, Sanie, they're all excited for you to get fucked," you whisper in his ear.
Suddenly San cries out as you slap his cock. "M-mommy, why?" "Hm, because I like to play with you and you get off on it."
You slap his cock repeatedly until it's dripping with pre-cum and turns an angry red shade. "M-mommy," he whines, "wanna cum!"
"I know you do baby but mommy gets to cum first, right? Are you gonna be good and make mommy cum?" "Yes! Yes, fuck I wanna make mommy cum," he moans as you rub the tip of his dick. You take your hands off him and start to undress fully, showing your bare body off to the guys. You notice some of them starting to wank faster, making your ego grow little by little.
You bend over to face San on eye-level while at the same time you're showing your plump ass and wet pussy to them. "Y/N, show us more," Wooyoung begs. "Fuck, I wish I could touch you, could taste you," Seonghwa grunts.
You smirk and make eye contact with San. "Well boys, you can look all you want but you ain't getting my pussy. Let's see if San pleases me well enough." You lay San down and hover above him, aligning your aroused cunt above his face. You put the leash down and run your hand through your hair as San pulls you down onto his face, diving his tongue into your wetness.
"Mmh, yeah baby, that's it," you moan as you massage your breasts. You made sure to make eye contact with the guys, looking and sounding pornographic and sexy as ever. Their eyes are glued on the way his face is buried between your legs, the way your boobs bounce slightly as you rock yourself on San's tongue and his hard cock standing up straight, still leaking with pre-cum.
You moan out San's name as you ride his face, feeling his nose against your clit. You grind harder and harder as you feel your orgasm coming onto you. "That's it baby boy, fuck, are you gonna make mommy cum? Gonna make mommy cum on your pretty little face?"
San moans and whines from between your legs as he does his best to make you cum. Before you know it your orgasm washes over you and you cum with a loud moan of San's name. You get off San's face and look at the arousal dripping from his lips. His face already looks so fucked out you can't even imagine what he's gonna look like after you've fucked him.
"You've been a very good boy, darling... Do you wanna get fucked now?" "Y-yes, yes, please, please, I want it badly," he whines as you slap his dick once again. You get off him and push his knees towards his chest so you can take a good look at his puckering hole. You pull the little vibrator out and he whimpers and clenches right away.
You take the strap-on panties from the special box and put them on while you attach one of San's favourite dildo's. "Is he gonna take it just like that?" Yunho gasps. "Mhm, he is, aren't you? You're such a good boy, you take whatever I give you," you smirk as you squirt lube all over the toy.
"Y-yes, I'll take it mommy, I'll be your good boy."
You slowly push into him and watch his eyes roll back to his brain, letting out a long whine as he feels you fill him up to the brim. "Fuck," Wooyoung cursed as he starts to pump his cock up and down, trying to match the pace you used to slowly fuck into him.
"Go faster, fuck, I wanna see him ruined," Seonghwa mutters. You smirk and listen to his request, picking up the pace. "Hear that baby? They all wanna see you ruined for me. They wanna see you take some fucking plastic dick up your ass and make a mess of yourself. You love that don't you baby? You love having them watch you."
San was turned into a moaning mess, toes curling as you moved harder and deeper inside him, hitting his prostate repeatedly. "That's it angel, moan for me, that's it."
You continued for a few more minutes before pulling out and ordering San to change positions. He sat on his hands and knees and faces all his friends with a look of arousal and shame on his face.
Only a few seconds later you pounded into him again, hands holding onto his waist. You dig your nails into his delicate skin as he falls apart in front of you. "No, no, don't drop your head, keep it up, come on. Watch them. Look your friends in the eyes."
San did so, looking them in the eyes one by one, moaning out loud, cock twitching and leaking so much pre-cum. "He ain't gonna last," Hongjoong says with a cocky grin as he fondles his own balls. "Oh? Is my precious gonna cum already? Gonna cum for them? Go on then, let go babyboy."
It didn't take long before San cums all over the sofa and floor, loads of cum spilling out as you keep on fucking him. "That's it baby, take it, take that fucking cock," you grunt. You are not planning on stopping just yet, wanting to make him cum again.
"M-mommy, m-mommy it's too much, oh God, mommy!" He cries out, tears in his eyes as you keep railing him, prodding against his prostate. You pull him up against your chest as you keep pounding into him, holding his body tight against your torso. The guys now have a perfect view of his messy and still erect cock.
Tears were falling down his face by now and you were determined to make him cum again. "Would someone be a dear and give me that pink vibrator?" You ask while you point at it. Yeosang was quick to hand it over.
You turn it onto the highest setting immediately and press it against San's cock and he immediately let's out the loudest moans you ever earned from him. His entire body trembles and shakes as you hold him in a tight embrace, cock and ass being so overstimulated that he bursts, cumming all over himself once again.
You turn off the toy and toss it to the side as you gesture the guys to come closer. "Please," San suddenly begs, "Cum on my face, c-coat me in your cum please, use me, use me, please!"
"You heard him boys, come on. Give him your loads, he's been good right?"
Yeosang and Mingi step forward first, pumping their cocks quickly as they look San straight into the eyes. "Open up that mouth, let me see that sinful tongue," Yeosang grunts as he feels his orgasm come closer.
San opens his mouth, drool falling down and dripping down his chin as he catches Yeosang and Mingi's cum. Jongho and Hongjoong were next, eager to coat his mouth and chin white. They pumped each others cocks and spurted their release all over his mouth. Then Yunho comes forward. "Fuck, I wish I could stuff you full with my cock baby, but you're gonna have to do it with just my cum."
Yunho slaps his cock against San's cheek before cumming all over it. Then lastly Seonghwa and Wooyoung come up, jerking off quickly and bursting immediately, coating San's entire face. San let's out a whimper as he feels the hot, sticky cum over his entire face, slowly dripping down to his neck and chest.
"I made your fantasy come true, didn't I, angel?" You say as you pull out of his hole. He whimpers and fall into your arms, nearly passing out. "You sure did," he says in a hoarse voice, "My fantasy is fulfilled."
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f1goat · 11 months
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mistake(s) x lando norris + part nine
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In which you keep making the same mistake over and over again by fucking the boy you hate the most.
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part one part two part three part four part five part six
warnings: smut but with a plot, 18+ | english is not my first language fem!verstappen reader x lando norris
The door didn’t open that night. You don’t know if Lando didn’t hear you, wasn’t home, was sleeping or was ignoring you on purpose. You can only hope he didn’t ignore you on purpose, but you’re afraid he did. When he didn’t open the door for you the next times, you decided it was better to give up. It’s useless. You have contacted him every way you knew of, but it was no use. He didn’t open the door for you. He didn’t react to your messages on every social platform and he didn’t respond when you send him a letter. 
It’s done. He’s gone out of your life. 
And now you have to find a way to deal with it.
Last days you have spend all your time studying. Focussing still is hard, but you’re managing. Days are going slow and fast on the same time. Every day feels the same. You’re home or at school and in both cases you’re busy studying. Weeks are passing by. 
Graduation is coming closer and closer. You’re working even harder then ever to make sure you’ll pass. Your exams are all passed, but you still have to turn in a research paper. Some days you think you’ll manage, other days you think you’ll just fuck this up as well. That would be nothing new for you. 
“Y/N, start packing,” Max marches into your room while talking to you. Before you can even ask for what you need to be packing, he continues to talk. “I’m done with your self pity, you’re coming to the race weekend with me,” Max tells you. 
“No,” you reply quickly. No way that you’re going with him. What if you see Lando?
You don’t want to see him anymore. It’s almost a month ago since your fight with him. It’s been two weeks since you knew for sure it wouldn’t be fixed anymore. Max never told you, but even he couldn’t get Lando to come around. You follow enough gossip accounts to know about Lando his recent activities. Every night he seems to be out, every time he’s pictured with another girl. It’s always the same kind of photograph. Just a different kind of girl. But they are all beautiful enough to make you jealous. 
One time you asked Max about those girls. He didn’t tell you what Lando did with them. It told you enough. Lando’s back to his old ways. 
“Yes. I’ll drag you with me if I have to,” Max states, “I’m done with this awful self pity you and Lando both have. If you weren’t idiots like this, everything would have been fixed already. Match made in fucking heaven,” he continues to say annoyed.
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It only took you twenty minutes around the paddock to see him again. It’s Friday. Max dragged you with him to the paddock for today, after you spend the whole Thursday into your hotel room. First practice will start in a small hour. Everyone is around the paddock. You were already afraid that this would happen. You’re thankful that Max is next to you. Or better said, you’re thankful that you’re not alone with him. 
“Why did you told me to meet you here when you’re with her?” Lando asks angrily to your brother.
Max caused this meet up? You can’t even say you’re surprised. 
It hurts you that Lando doesn’t look at you. He doesn’t even say your name. In the mean time, you can’t stop looking at him. He looks bad. Or better said, he still is handsome but he looks tired and worn out. He has massive bags underneath his eyes. It looks like he didn’t sleep for weeks. Then you remember the pictures of him at all the night clubs. Who wouldn’t look like this when partying this much?
“You two have to talk,” Max simply states. He doesn’t seem impressed by the anger from his friend. 
Lando fake laughs. “We have talked,” he grunts, “and she made her choice.” 
Is he really acting like you aren’t standing right in front of him?
“I didn’t know,” you softly say. 
“You didn’t know what?” Lando asks you annoyed, “You didn’t know that it was more then sex for me? Maybe if you weren’t so fucking oblivious you would have noticed that I don’t have sex with the same girl more then once and that I don’t take girls on dates. And I certainly don’t organize dates for them.”
“Lan-"
“Don’t,” he interrupts you, “I don’t want to hear anything else from you. It was nothing more to you, so don’t start acting like it was.”
“It was more,” you try to tell him. 
“Don’t lie to me,” Lando replies angrily.
“I’m not!” You yell out annoyed. 
“If it was more for you, you wouldn’t have broken it off like you did,” Lando tells you. 
“I-”
“I never want to see you again,” Lando states after interrupting you again. 
His words make you mad. His whole behavior makes you mad. Yes, you have made a mistake. Yes, you were the one who fucked it up. But you have spend weeks to make it alright with him. You don’t think about your following actions. Lando tries to leave, but you grab his arm. He turns around to you, looking even more mad then before. 
“I tried to talk to you,” you state, “multiple times,” you add. 
“I don’t want to talk with you anymore,” Lando replies. He tries to undo himself from your grip. 
“Oh sorry, I forgot that you’re way better off without me. Must be great to party every night, to bring back home a new girl to fuck every night as well and walk around like some sort of zombie,” you tell him frustrated. 
“You don’t know anything about that,” Lando groans.
“Maybe I didn’t ruin anything for you after all. You seem to be more then fine with sex with other girls.”
“Shut up,” Lando grunts.
“And while you’re busy fucking them, I can’t even focus on my graduation paper. It’s safe to say you’re the one who ruined me.”
After those words you walk away. Lando walks away as well in the opposite direction. Max is still standing on the same place as before. This is even a bigger mess then he already thought. He doesn’t think about following either of you. He just walks towards the RedBull mother home and decides to stop intervening in this mess. 
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Lando can’t focus for the rest of the race weekend anymore. He can only think about you. Not that it’s new for him. His focus never shifts away from you. He tries to forget about you every night by clubbing, but he never manages. He tries to talk to as many girls that he can, only to find someone who can distract him of you. But no one can. He gets your words, but you don’t know anything about it. Of course he isn’t fucking with other girls, let alone a different girl every night. He can’t even think about sex with someone else. Instead he’s wanking every night while thinking about you. 
He has been a mess lately. He was so mad after you broke things off with him. Of course he has been mad at you, but he was also mad at himself. How could his own mind give him hope that you would like him back? He decided that it was better for him to don’t speak to you anymore. So he ignored everything you did. 
When he’s in the car on Sunday he can’t even focus on racing. He keeps thinking about his last conversation with you. Has he been to harsh? Maybe he has been a dick the last month. He read all of your messages, he heard it every time you were at his door, but he didn’t do shit. Fuck. You tried to fix things, but he didn’t gave you any chance. 
He’s not even surprised when he is braking way too late and spinning of the race track. 
That’s what you get for not focussing on racing.
He doesn’t even care about missing points. He can only think of you. Is there any way for him to fix things?
You are. You gasp when you see Lando spinning. It’s nothing for him to make mistakes like this. It doesn’t take long before he is off the track. You watch how Lando gets out of the car. Then you doubt about your options. Should you do something? You doubt about finding him, but when you think about it you’re pretty sure Lando doesn’t want to see you. 
But maybe he does want to fuck you? Maybe that would be a nice solution for a lot of problems. Let him fuck his frustrations out. Perhaps you can even talk like normal people after that.
Without thinking about it you start to walk to the McLaren motor home. What should you do? Last time you got in rather easily, but you don’t know how Lando will react when you’re standing in his driver room without any warning. You doubt about texting him, but that has probably no use since he doesn’t have his phone yet. You continue to walk. 
When you’re standing in front of the motor home a mechanic is quick to stand in front of you. You decide to use the same excuse as the last time. 
“Hey, I’m here for Lando,” you say, “He told me to wait in his driver room.”
“Nice try,” the mechanic tells you, “but Lando told everyone to not let anyone in his driver room anymore unless he told us before hand.”
You sigh and turn around. It has no use. You simply get back to the RedBull motorhome to continue to watch the race.
When Lando gets back to his motorhome later, his team asks him multiple questions. He notices the way Zac looks at him. How everyone looks at him. They think he’s fucking it up on purpose. It’s obvious. It’s one of the mechanics who finally starts about something else.
“I stopped a girl from getting in to your drivers room,” he tells Lando.
Lando doesn’t pay attention at first. It’s nothing new.
“But I think if you saw her, you would be sorry that I told her to leave,” the mechanic jokes.
“Was she that beautiful?” Someone else asks.
“That too, but I also believe she is the sister of Max Verstappen? I don’t know for sure,” the mechanic explains, “but she was really beautiful too.”
That got Lando his attention. 
“Was Y/N here?” He asks surprised. 
The mechanic nods. 
“And she wanted to get into my drivers room?”
“Yes, she told me that you said she could wait there for you.”
Fuck. Another missed opportunity. What does he need to do now? Lando sighs. Since when is everything so messy in his life? He regrets his earlier mean words to you. What if he was a bit more calm? Could you two have worked it out then?
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You haven’t seen Lando since that day. But today you don’t want to think about him anymore today. It’s the day you worked towards the most in years. You have graduated and today you’ll finally get your paper. 
“Ready?” Max asks you, you show him a small nod. Together you step inside his car. To your luck, the graduation isn’t happening during race week. Meaning that Max will be there with you. Max drives off. You can’t suppress a small smile. This is going to be your day. You deserve it. 
Lando is nervously sitting inside of his car. He checks his watch for the tenth time in a few minutes. He is early. He rolls the sleeves of his blouse a bit up. Was it already this hot in his car? He doubts about his plan, more because the lack off it, and decides to step out of his car. Lonely and uncomfortable he walks towards the big building in front of him. 
In all his years, he never stepped a foot in a University. He’s glad Max texted him a description of the route he should take. Otherwise he would be lost in a couple minutes probably. He thinks about his actions again. Is this the right thing to do? Max texted him about this a few weeks prior and since then Lando has been doubting about what to do. But, he’s here. 
A big part of him thinks it’s a bad idea. This is suppose to be your day and by being here he will make this about him as well. But he couldn’t miss it. In the months he was close with you, he saw your hard work. He wants to see how it pays off. He wants to be here for this important event in your life. 
He takes a seat when he arrives at the right place. He notices that family and students are walking in. He spots Max, who spots him quickly as well. Max walks towards him and takes place next to him. 
“You made the right decision,” Max says. 
Lando doesn’t look at his friend. He doesn’t want to miss any second of the sight of you. He starts to get afraid that he already missed you. 
“I hope so,” he tells Max.
He hasn’t seen you in a month. You didn’t came to the race weekends anymore. Max told him it wasn’t because of him, but that you were busy with graduating. That’s one of the reasons why he decided to leave you be. You were too busy for drama with him. It took him a lot of strength, but he didn’t contact you last month. 
Lando knows for sure he can’t miss the sight of you when you walk into the room. It’s impossible to miss the entrance of someone who looks like you. It’s absurd how beautiful you look. Lando almost feels like a dick when he can’t stop thinking about fucking you while you look like this. It’s unfair what you are doing to him. Not that he’s surprised that you’re still doing this to him. 
Proudly Lando watches the ceremony. He applauses for everyone who walks up the stage to get their diploma, but his most sincere applause is for you. He feels so proud of you. 
The ceremony is over and Lando is standing next to Max in a big room. There are some waiters going around with drinks, he notices that you took a couple. He doesn’t want to ruin your celebrations. Lando is sure that he will ruin your day when he shows you that he is here.
“You should say hi to her,” Max tells him. 
“I don’t know,” Lando sighs, “What if I ruin her day?”
“I think you’ll only make it better,” Max states.
Lando still doesn’t budge. He keeps standing in the same spot. The spot where he can look at you perfectly. He watches how you make small conversations with others from your study. He notices the way other boys look at you. Maybe he should just leave? There are more then enough others who will treat you way better probably. He discard that thought when he notices a familiar boy. Is that Joshua who you’re talking with? 
Something tells him that this is the moment to walk to you. But he also knows that the chance is there that he will cause a scene. Lando still decides to get closer to you. When he’s almost near you, he hears to words Joshua says. 
“Maybe we can try again?”
You whimper at the idiotic words Joshua just told you. “We can’t,” you simply state. You notice the look on Joshua his face getting more mad. He’s probably not used to hearing no, you think.
“Why not?” Joshua asks you, he is quick to add another question. “Is it because of that Lando guy? You can’t tell me you fell for him.” 
You let out a soft sigh. You did think about Lando during the ceremony. You wondered how it would be when the two of you didn’t ruin the things between you. Would he have come then? Would he be proud at you for graduating? You like to think so. 
“You know what Joshua,” you say harshly, “I did actually fell for him.”
Lando hears your words. It’s the first time he actually hears you say them. Max told him many times before, but he never wanted to believe him until you said it yourself. And now you’re even saying it to Joshua. 
“You’re an idiot.” Joshua laughs, “as if someone like him will fall for someone like you. Don’t you see Y/N? You’re opposites.” 
Lando doesn’t think about his next move. He slides his arm around your waist and pulls you close to himself. He shivers because of the contact he missed so much. 
“That’s why it works so well,” he then tells Joshua, “so fuck off mate.”
You look next to you. Is this actually happening? Lando doesn’t wait for you to reply, he takes you with him to a less crowded spot. He can only hope you’re not mad at him. You don’t know what to think. Since when is he here? How did he know about your graduation? What is he doing here? You haven’t heard from Lando in a month and now he’s suddenly at your graduation? 
“What are you doing here?” Is the first thing you ask him when you’re finally alone with Lando.
“I uh,” Lando stutters a bit. He had thought about this multiple times, but what does he need to tell you? “I.. I.. Max told me about today and uh, I wanted to be here I guess.”
“You wanted to be at my graduation?” You ask surprised.
Lando nods. “I didn’t want to miss it. You worked so hard for this,” he tells you honestly. 
“I don’t get it,” you say confused, “We fought the last time, then I didn’t hear from you for a month and now you here?”
Lando understands your confusion. He has been acting weird. “I uh, Max told me how busy you were with graduating, I didn’t want to be a distraction.. So I thought I could better wait till after your graduation before contacting you again,” he explains eventually. 
“That’s stupid,” you sigh, “but also really sweet of you.” 
“You look beautiful,” Lando compliments you, “and you did amazing. Max told me about your grades, you’re so smart.” 
“Not smart enough apparently,” you joke lightly.
“What do you mean?” Lando asks a bit confused.
“I didn’t figure it out,” you explain, “I ruined things between us, because I thought you’d never like me back.” 
“Let’s talk later,” Lando tells you, “First we’re going to celebrate you. This is about your graduation.”
You smile. Without thinking about it you turn yourself closer to Lando. He wraps his arms around your body, pulling you into his while doing so. You look at him. He looks better then the last time you saw him. Lando lifts up your chin a bit before pressing his lips against yours. You shiver from the feeling. You have missed this. 
Later that night Lando is taking you home with him. You’re sitting next to him in his car. Today was an absolute blessing, one you didn’t expect for the one tiniest bit. Who would have guessed that Lando would show up at your graduation? You certainly not. You feel happy about today, but you know that you still have to talk with Lando about everything that happened. 
You decide to start about the subject, how sooner it’s over how better. Tonight you want to enjoy your time with Lando without having to worry. 
“I’m sorry about how I stopped things between us,” you tell Lando, “I should have told you the truth instead of not giving you any reason.” 
“What was the reason?” Lando asks. His focus shifts to you. 
“I fell for you,” you confess, “and I didn’t believe that you were feeling the same.”
Lando laughs softly. “You’re really oblivious,” he tells you. That’s something you have heard a couple times before now. Max kept calling you that as well. 
“Do you actually believe that I don’t have any feelings for you?” Lando asks you. 
“I didn’t think so at the moment,” you confess.
“I can’t really call you dumb on your graduation day, but otherwise I would have said you’re a bit dumb,” Lando laughs. “How can you think I didn’t have any feelings for you? I changed for you. Maybe I didn’t show you enough, but I actually bettered myself only with the hopes you would give me a chance.”
Lando parks his car. Together you walk inside his home. You look at him. 
“You look better then the last time I saw you,” you tell him.
“I sleep a bit more,” Lando replies.
You think back about all the gossip about him and the other girls. You cringe. Maybe you should ask him about it? 
“No more partying?” You ask him.
“No,” Lando answers, “It didn’t even help.”
“With what?”
“Forgetting you,” Lando sighs, “I tried to forget about my feelings for you by getting drunk every night, but it didn’t do shit.”
“And the girls?” You ask bitterly.
“What girls?”
“The girls you fucked. A new one every night.”
Lando laughs. You start to feel irritated. 
“I didn’t fuck anyone,” Lando explains, “Every time one of them got to close, I would tell her to go. It annoys me when anyone else than you touches me. I didn’t tell you for nothing that you ruined it for me.”
“You didn’t fuck anyone else?” 
“Of course not.”
“Thank god,” you say relieved. 
“What about you?” Lando asks you. 
“As if,” you laugh, “I couldn’t even focus on my study let alone on someone else. You were the only one on my mind.”
“Be mine.”
You don’t know if it’s a question or a command, but you don’t care. There’s nothing else that you want as much as this. 
“I’m already yours,” you tell Lando. 
“And I’m yours,” Lando says back relieved.
“Make love to me?” 
Lando doesn’t verbally reply to your question. He pulls you closer to himself and presses his lips against yours. It doesn’t take long for you to end up upstairs in his bedroom. 
that's it everyone :) the end of this series ! i'm not sure about something new yet, but maybe it will come. thanks everyone for reading & interacting! ly
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astrid-sorensen · 1 year
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Hurt Like This - Joel Miller x reader
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Genre - Angst, fluff
Warnings - mentions of sex, unestablished relationship, reader is described as being a lot smaller than Joel
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You and Joel had spent years together in the QZ but will he ever let you through his hard exterior? When your bloodied and bruised, who will be there?
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
You and Joel had been partners for many years now, your relationship always up in the air much like everything else in life. You never knew where you’d next end up, or what you would be finding yourself doing to survive this misery. But when you’d come home, bloodied and bruised, you’d be lying if the way Joel’s neurotic look did make your heart skip a pump. “Who the fuck did this?” He roared enraged, a forbearing hand coming up, wide fingertips considerately holding at your chin to get a better scan.
“I was making a trade with Jude and outta nowhere he got some dude to rob our shit.” You moped, flinching when his hand grazed a tender spot. Joel watched your face as you carried on. “And I wasn’t gonna not put up a fight.” You halfheartedly joked. Like the answer was blatantly obvious.
“What have I told you about tryna take people like him on!” The Texan shot back, a rumble in his chest reverberating out through his gritted teeth.
“Joel, I wasn’t gonna let him take our shit. You know how hard we worked for that stuff.” Defensive replies leaked from your mouth, bargaining with the elder man. Joel was having none of it.
“It don’t matter! You coulda got yourself killed!” The brunettes glare could freeze hell over and you felt it in the depths of your soul. “Have you got the stuff then?” He quizzed knowingly.
“Well, no.” You began shortly before being cut short. Joel stood with haste, his athletic mountainous body imposing from up above.
“So what was the goddam point then? Fucking look atchu, nose all bloodied, black eye.” He embarked on listing.
“Oh c’mon! Like you don’t get yourself a little banged up now and then!” Your argued words didn’t get through to him, but Joel didn’t want to containing bickering with you.
Joel heaved, frustrated. He brown irises studied you, brow bone stitched in an extensive scowl. He looked upset, genuinely, sincerely upset. “I’m okay, I promise.” You offered to him sympathetically.
Joel advanced to the cupboard, acquiring a bottle of malt whiskey and a rag to sanitise the wounds. Pain seared in your cheek, the dusty blue cloth sweeping against the apple of your cheek as he cleaned you up, not quite affectionately. You memorised the imprints on his complexion, the sun spots that had appeared over time, the deep creases implanted in his forehead and around his mouth. The coarse unshaven ashy hairs on his face and neck.
Though he never showed it, times like this you would see the softness peek through his demeanour. His glare loosening and he focused on the task at hand, a slim gap between each lip, that he breathed through to concentrate. You’d not once witnessed him like this with any other person. As he finished up he went to boil the teapot, brewing a hot drink for you to aid the heeling and pain. His heavy footfalls made the wood creak beneath them as he joined you again.
“Go lie down, you need to rest it off.” As you raised you winced, agony shooting through your foot as you remembered rolling your ankle from running away. Brazen arms swung from behind, clutching one bicep under your knees as you were forced to hold around his thick neck. His stoic face was focussed on his actions, afraid to look down at you as you were in his arms. Joel was certain the view would send him into some kind of mania, your beautiful body so small in his upper limbs, holding onto him for safety just how he thought it should be. The idea made his testosterone peak.
He settled you on the bed, in the perfect space you didn’t need to adjust and pulled up an old blanket over you. Yours and Joel’s relationship was complicated. Very complicated.
You’d met a long 8 years ago, teaming up on a run, eyes meeting in the middle of the stranded library. Both on your way out to make a hunt. A clicker had launched round the corner, your small pistol firing off, over and over from where you were splayed on the dusty floor. Knees bent to gain some leverage. Joel had advanced from behind, grabbing onto the monsters shoulders and swinging it into a substantial glass cabinet, glass fragments spilling onto the ground, before shooting it twice in the head.
Making the decision to stick together all the way on the run and back, and so forth for the future. Joel didn’t approve having another person around at first, his mind proclaiming to him it would just be another person to look after. But he couldn’t deny that you did bring some advantages to the table, you had saved Joel’s life on more than one occasion and the company as you slept in deserted buildings was something he grew to desire. Quickly your connection grew and you moved into his apartment, rationing his bed as you spooned. You both began to feel sheltered in each others company.
You had never kissed, as much as you dreamt of of it. Nor had you either ever expressed any feelings, except a fondness of your friendship. You’d shared bodies a few times, Joel harshly fucking you into your release and then his, but there was no tenderness shared. Just a brute passion for orgasm. He held you tightly thereafter, crushing you into his broad chest as his hands snaked around your middle, but once you woke, normal interactions resumed.
You rolled onto your side, getting comfy in the bed as Joel shuffled off your brown boots for you, taking extra care with your injured side. He then wriggled in behind you, thick fingers tentatively sliding across your waist as he silently asked for permission to cuddle. Nothing was said, granting him the pleasure of cradling you tightly in his grasp, his head leaning cautiously on the flat pillow behind yours, you could just about feel his deep breaths on the back of your neck.
“Promise you won’t play that shit again.” A gritty drawl echoed through the barren room. “If someone threatens you, you drop it and come straight here.”
“Okay, Joel.” You responded, softly. His thumb rubbed tiny patterns gently on your front.
“I hate seeing you hurt like this.” Words whispered into your sheets, but they definitely weren’t missed.
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multifandom-02 · 4 months
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[2:44am]
"Boyoung?" Jeno peeked his head in her room after knocking, hearing sniffles inside the female member's room. "You okay?"
"Yeah," she hiccuped, one hand rubbing her eyes while the other rubbed her sniffling nose. "Just sad."
"Ah..." Jeno noticed the laptop in front of her.
Why is it he is always there when she's being emotional watching something?
"What are you watching this time?" he asked curiously, jumping to sit beside her on her bed. Boyoung instantly cuddled up to his side, plonking her laptop on their laps.
"This show from the UK called Merlin," she replied, watching with glassy eyes as Merlin tried to drag Arthur towards the lake despite it being too late for the Once and Future King of Camelot. "I watched it growing up but I felt like watching it again and -" Boyoung burst into tears as Merlin had to accept that Arthur was gone and died in his arms. "WHY IS IT SO SAD?" she wailed, burying her face into Jeno's chest.
He patted her back with a sigh, already used to this side of Boyoung when she watches shows and movies.
"It's not fair," she whined, Jeno smiling thinly when he could feel her accidentally slobber her snot on his shirt. "They're such friend goals with how much they care about each other -"
"Ey, what are you talking about?" Jeno chuckled. "You have amazing friends already with NCT. Especially you, me, and Jaemin, eh?"
"That's true..." Then she started crying again.
"What now?" He lightly headbutted the emotional girl with a fond chuckle.
"WHAT IF THIS HAPPENED TO US?" she wailed. "WHAT IF YOU HAD TO GO THROUGH WHAT MERLIN WENT THROUGH -" Boyoung realised something midway. "Wait...IT ALREADY DID HAPPEN WHEN I GOT POISONED!" Boyoung tightened her hold around Jeno to the point he felt like it was getting hard to bring oxygen inside his lungs.
"Aigoo - Boyoung -"
"I'M SORRY YOU GUYS HAD TO GO THROUGH THAT!" she sobbed. "I'M GONNA BE BETTER, I SWEAR, I WON'T DRINK ANYMORE POISON AND I'LL TRY HARDER TO LIVE AND PERSEVERE LIFE -"
"Boyoung, relax," Jeno awkwardly shuffled around until he could get his arms free from her grasp, wrapping them around her to pat her back and caress the back of her head. "Boyoung, you have nothing to be sorry for. It's in the past, you're doing much better now and we're all doing okay. You don't need to feel bad in any way."
A knock came on the door, opening to reveal Jaemin, Renjun, and Jisung. "Everything okay?" Jaemin frowned.
Jeno flipped Boyoung's laptop around to show them that she was emotional because of a show. The three nodded in understanding, Jisung facepalming at the explanation.
"She's finishing her period as well!" Jaemin reminded him in a whisper. Jeno's mouth dropped in realisation, thanking them for the reminder. He wondered why she seemed more upset than usual...
Once the three closed the door, Jeno focussed back on Boyoung. "Well, you finished the series," he noted, "Why don't we watch funny moments of Merlin to cheer you up, eh? How does that sound? Or do you want to watch Going Seventeen?"
"Any is okay," Boyoung answered once she calmed down, pulling away to grab wet wipes from her nightstand. Jeno grabbed them from her to help wipe her face. "Aigoo...I'm a mess."
"You're our cute mess, though," Jeno eye smiled at her. "I swear, you're more emotional towards fictional characters than real life."
"Fictional characters can never do wrong," she sniffed. "Most of the time."
"Fair enough," he acknowledged, chucking the wipes in the bin beside her bed. "Come on, drink some water and let's watch some funny things, okay?"
"Okay," Boyoung accepted her water bottle from him gratefully. "Thanks for always being there for me, Jeno-Jeno."
"That's what best friends are for," he waved off casually. "You'd do the same for me and the others too."
"That's true."
"But no sacrificing your life, okay?" He flicked her lightly on the head just to be sure.
"Ow! Okay, I get it! Sheesh!"
"Good!" he grinned. "Now let's watch Going Seventeen."
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mvrtaiswriting · 1 year
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Patterns. x Portgas D. Ace ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :
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hiii! it’s simping for ace hours and this might be the most tooth rotting piece I have written in a while. again, quite short - but god i adore it! and i hope you will too <3 do let me know in the comments!
gender neutral! no warnings. not proofread 
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“I wonder what happens if I connect all the dots.” you mumbled, running your fingers across Ace’s cheeks, touching every freckle and looking for a pattern. You always thought there was something special about Ace, something that went beyond the love you felt for him - it was like the universe let the two of you meet just at the right time. Your energies complemented each other in ways you never thought were possible - and during the most chaotic period of your life, Ace stumbled into your life. Weeks later you joined Whitebeard’s crew, mastering your newly acquired powers after eating a devil fruit gently offered to you by Pops himself, making love with your boyfriend away in your room when everyone was asleep.
Your life took a whole different turn since you were with Ace - it was like he saved you from something bigger than you; you didn't know what it was, certainly becoming a pirate was more dangerous than serving tables in your island but in all honesty, that could have really killed you. It was freedom you longed for, the wildness of piracy, sailing the sea not having any perception of geographical borders and discovering the world, one creature after the other. There was a whole universe outside the walls of your city, which now only was a faded memory. Ace took your hand and stole you from your motherland - and you never looked back, thanking him everyday for changing your life for the better. 
“Do you think they form something?” he asked giggling, crossing eyes as he tried to follow the movements of your fingers. You nodded in response, not even noticing the goofy expression on your boyfriend face. Laying on top of him, you laid your head on his pillowy chest, getting a perfect view of your lover’s cheeks. 
“I can’t believe it. There IS a pattern!” you screamed in excitement, getting up to take a better look at his face. Lightly squishing his face, you took a pen to connect the dots on his face. Ace remained silent, letting you draw over his face, admiring the little scrunch that formed on the bridge on your nose every time you focussed on something. 
“Pops taught me something about the constellation, and I never saw this one in the sky. I can’t believe it’s here.” you continued, visibly surprised.
“What? What is it?” he asked curiously. 
“The freckles on your cheeks somehow form the Pisces constellation!” you clapped your hands, proud of discovering this little gem hidden in Ace’s face. 
“It’s believed to be the hardest to spot in the night sky. According to the legend, it signifies the union between Aphrodite and Eros, the goddess of beauty and the god of love.” you added, circling the moles on his cheek that indicated the two gods. “I knew it. I knew it wasn’t just a coincidence.” 
Ace smiled happily, quickly wrapping his arms around you, wiggling both of your bodies side to side. “This is so cool!” he squeaked, peppering your face in kisses. “What. a. mind.” he added, emphasising every word he said. 
“This isn’t about me! You are the special one!” you laughed, his kisses slightly tickling you. 
“I would have never known if it wasn’t for you - is something really special if no one knows about it?” he flicked your forehead before you could even argue against it. 
You took a second to observe your boyfriend once again, the way the scribbles on his face exactly charted the rarest and most romantic constellation, out of them all. It was hard to believe in coincidences now; he truly was your soulmate, your twin flame, your other half. There was no other explanation. The connection between the two of you was instant - something clicked the first time his eyes locked with yours. And even if you destroyed everything when you decided to embark in this journey with him, something fell exactly into place as if it was always meant to be. Chaos became the only order things could have, and like the seemingly random freckles on his face, everything was now making sense. 
“I love you, fire fist.” you smiled, biting your bottom lip trying not to burst into tears. You couldn't explain it; you loved him before but somehow you loved him even more now. A new light shone upon everything as a new, intense wave of happiness overwhelming your heart.  
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dereliction-if · 5 months
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Ros reaction to hearing mc has been set in an arranged marriage with someone else 👀
ok now you wanna break my heart, hmm??
let me get some tissues....and a knife... I picked the state of NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP BUT EITHER CRUSHIN' HARD OR IN LOVE
Heir: No, this cant be true. Who is it? Why did they pick you? Do they know the other party? Are they in a position to influence the course of things if necessary? If wanted by you? Are you in danger? Are you... happy? Should they congratulate you? They get sick at this thought. Can they do something about it? ...Should they? Should they write you? Maybe send somebody to find out what this is about? ....Or visit themself? See you? Talk to you? They need to know more. This is not over, this is not final until they know more. It cannot be. They have to prevent this from happening. They must! But what if that's not even what you wish? ... can they face you without losing themself in the moment of a potential final goodbye? - their mind is a mess, they can barely breathe, their head is dizzy, they throw up -
Commander: he feels hollow, a sharp pain in his chest. He did expect this to happen some day, but... no...what did he think would happen? no, these thoughts were wrong. He was wrong all along. What a fool he was, once again, how naive to ... to what? He doesn't even dare to finish this thought. Nothing changed. It never does. Pah, screw this, screw you, screw everything! ...but... no.... why is he even... ...no... of course it had to be this way... this is how things are ... how they always were and always will be... ...but maybe... - he feels helpless, paralyzed, alone, sick -
Sovereign: depends. What were her intentions with you? Were you close enough, important enough that she wanted you by her side? Because if so, the arrangement is only temporary, a waste of words, just some little thorn that can be easily removed. Don't you worry darling... - she's unworried, she got this -
Mage: oh, this is...a surprise? They have a hard time to figure how they truly feel...why does their body go numb? They cannot wrap their head around the thought of losing you, now that they opened up to you in a way they never did before to anybody else in their life. The feelings you stirred awake in them... Their stomach feels like a painful mess, they are worried, sad ... angry? They need to see you and find out how you are feeling and what you want. Never have they seen themself in the position to demand something, so they won't start this time. For a moment they think if maybe they could? No, they don't have the right. ... but never have they wanted something so much - something like what you two have. It hurts. Their heart aches. They go tense, their veins glowing. They pack their bag and leave to see you, now. They think about what they will say to you, their eyes burning... preparing themself for the worst. ...they will offer to be by your side, no matter what you wish for your future. Even if this means ...even if this means your future is without them by your side... ...they just wish, hope, pray this is not what they will hear out of your mouth. Please.......... - hopeless and hopeful at the same time, they have never felt this way before -
Mercenary: What? This is stupid. Humans are so stupid. It's ridiculous. I mean, fuck the tradition! Nobody can force you to do something you wouldn't want. Unless... you want it? Do they force you? - The next night they are at your window - They will find out what's going on, and if you wish, they will take your hand ...and you're both gone. Nobody will ever force you to do something you don't want. Not as long as they can prevent it. - they are determined and focussed -
Knight: NO. NO. NO. Not a second is wasted as they storm out of their room to see you, grabbing their horse, spurring it, racing against the time. They have nothing to lose anymore. They need to see you. Because even if they regret a lot of things they did or did not in their life, confessing to you will not be added to the list. And if you feel the same they will take you with them. - without doubt -
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angelic-dew · 11 months
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yandere akaza headcannons !
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✧༉‧₊��୨ 🍫 ୧・request :: " I really liked your yan kokushibo headcannons, can I get akaza, doma and gyutaro next plss?? "
✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🍰 ୧・author's note; Just a reminder, I went through a "mood", as usual, when writing these so be prepared. Btw anon, sure but imma do them in parts, I just like doing my yandere! hcs individually. To get the others they'll be posted here when done. <3
✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🌷 ୧・pairing; akaza x g/n reader (you/your pronouns.)
✧༉‧₊˚୨ ✖ ୧・trigger warnings; body mutilation, threats, kidnapping, isolation, mentions of jealousy, death, hatred, manipulation, gaslighting, stalking, bad grammar, delusions, over-protective behaviour and gore.
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⚝. Just a reminder I don't tolerate nor do I encourage the following topics in reality; I like keeping it strictly to fiction.
꒰🍰꒱. Now this was simply nostalgic. It sent him down a far and wonderous trip down memory lane when he was a human, so weak and fragile was he; he remembered the love of his life and the spark which he felt coarse through both of their bodies back then. However, it was different this time, much stronger, much more tempting and had much more control over him.
꒰🌷꒱. You, a petite, meager, little human he could practically tear apart in minutes made him feel what he thought he'd never feel again. Just from one encounter, you did that. He couldn't shake you off though, recalling the very few moments of your meeting made his heart melt in his chest. Your adorable glances, the way your eyes glistened with utter fear but yet they were so mesmerizing! you were truly out of the ordinary.
꒰🍰꒱. It was as if the bittersweet fragrance of lust followed him around playfully every time he laid his soft, golden eyes on you; his gaze strong and never daring to shift off of your exquisite physique for even a moment for every second was priceless as he watched you ever so carefully from the depths of the dark shadows. You were just so divine!
꒰🌷꒱. He watched you, intaking your presence from afar and just from that he felt like he went to the seventh heaven. As his luminescent, enthralling pupils glowed solemnly and created a soft glow within the ebony darkness; they only focussed on the most captivating treasure though, you. The most fluorescent and alluring flower the world has ever bestowed upon.
꒰🍰꒱. However, there were others, weren't there? Akaza knew someone as angelic as you had others who wanted to steal you away from him! He was a powerful demon after all, if they only knew that upper moon three places his piercing watch on you first, they would have definitely backed off by the hook of the crook.
꒰🌷꒱. But they didn't and they were innocent in their doings! Akaza knew that they were not weary that they were attempting to steal something which wasn't of their possession, unaware of the consequences; that is. He knew to a T that this was bound to happen. But he was driven by jealousy and envy, yet another feeling he couldn't shake off. It coursed through his already boiling blood.
꒰🍰꒱. Don't get me wrong, it's not like he wanted to partake in violence; but it was to be expected and he truly wasn't timid to get rid of his rivals, or should I say obstacles? As soon as he observed said problem talking to you while he was preoccupied watching you at night, as usual; its when the envy hit it straight and direct. If only looks could kill.
꒰🌷꒱. He feels betrayed by you in some way or form. You were supposed to be his! But things happen, don't they? He'll simply put the person back in their place, nothing as angelic as you could do any wrong. Therefore, even though he knew their intentions were nothing but filthy, he decided to take matters into his own hands.
꒰🍰꒱. He was torn between a rock and a hard place though. As much as he wanted to tear them limb from him, he did feel guilty that they were leading themselves to their own demise by just interacting with his angel. How selfish Akaza.
꒰🌷꒱. Sadly, his envy does have the upper hand in the end. Upper moon three takes them away at night for hours upon end of none stop torture, and he made sure to be sloppy with them.
꒰🍰꒱. Taking his ever-sweet time to deeply tear apart their delicate flesh with his sharp, razor-like pearly whites; creating large gashes and lacerations to their once blemishless skin. The oozy, irony yet succulent taste of their crimson-red blood running along his taste buds as he relishes the flavor in delight. Akaza loved the cries of agony and terror his unfortunate issues had to face at his cold-blooded hands.
꒰🌷꒱. Mercilessly, he'd begin to tear at their limbs, toying with their ligaments until it was pulled clean off with mere force; the only thing remaining was a bloody torso. The bone of the freshly mutilated limb playing a game of messing hide and seek within the muscles and meaty flesh of the wound. How sadistic. The victim was still conscious, slowly bleeding to their death. To add salt to injury, he grinned and lunged his strong hand through their chest and tugged at the strings of the heart before crushing it to bits within his palm.
꒰🍰꒱. Now this wasn't a common thing, but it did happen from time to time. It did make those wonder who lived in your village, soft sounds of pain were heard but they were all played off as delusions.
꒰🌷꒱. Akaza didn't think to kill off your family though, he knew the value of them. But one or three relatives would end up in the missing papers at one point; sooner or later, how could he even resist?
꒰🍰꒱. At one point he gets sick of actually looking at you, yes you're majestic but he wants to feel your warm body against his. To finally feel what its like to be with someone he loves and it doesn't take him long to do this, his patience grows thin quickly ever since he started watching you from afar. So he did what he had to do.
꒰🌷꒱. He appeared to you at night and you immediately recognized the towering figure which stood in front you. The same fear welled up within your eyes as he spoke up rather boldly, telling you how he felt at last that faithful night. Confessing how you drove him insane and that he needs to feel you! To have you at his right hand! To have you all for his selfish wants.
꒰🍰꒱. He wasn't the one to take no for the answer if you rejected his request to be with you, and for a matter of fact? You didn't have a say in this, your rights have been revoked. This wasn't to be a choice, it was meant to be something you had to go through.
꒰🌷꒱. So he took you, no matter if your bargained or not, it was in vain for he wasn't foolish. Your screams and cries weren't heard either, he kept a firm hand over your mouth. So cold! However, his heart was beating more than he could ever imagine as he held you against his body, your warm touch lingering on his as a faint blush spread across his cheeks from your sweet voice entering his ears. Just inhaling your scent was by itself wonderful.
꒰🍰꒱. Akaza knew you had to be isolated, he found some abandoned cabin in the depths of a dense forest and made a home for you there. For now, this shall be where you rest with him for all your years.
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bookshelfmonkey · 15 days
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Thanks for the tag @storkmuffin :)
Are you named after anyone? Not my first name, which I just chose because I liked it, but one of my middle names is Bowie (as in David Bowie).
When was the last time you cried? A couple of weeks ago, when I was feeling completely overwhelmed by the state of trans rights globally and especially in the UK (where I live) and the ongoing tragedies happening as a result. (Sidenote: it's weird to me how little I've cried since starting T, I used to cry multiple times a week and now it's every few months)
Do you have kids? No.
What sports do you play/have you played? I swam for about 6-8 years as a kid but always kinda hated it, and eventually quit when the dysphoria became too much. I did football and badminton on and off too, but was never really good at anything (asthma & possible dyspraxia & hypermobility etc.). Now I'm trying to run and work out mostly just to stay healthy. I'd like to get back into swimming but can't really afford to go to a pool regularly and I'm scared to go by myself. I also go to a lgbtq+ football club weekly when I'm in my hometown (my friend started an under-18s one which I used to do too and it was pretty much my only positive experience of sports).
Do you use sarcasm? Rarely, and only with close friends where we mutually joke like that with each other.
What's the first thing you notice about people? I actually don't know. I think most of the time I'm too caught up in the anxiety of meeting someone new that I'm more focussed on myself.
What's your eye colour? Bluey grey.
Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings. I'll watch some scary movies but sometimes they just make me too anxious to enjoy them.
Any talents? I can read pretty quickly with good comprehension (I like to take my time when reading for fun, but as an english lit student who always has a fuck ton of essays and shit to read, it's handy), I can bake really good gingerbread, and I'm weirdly good at immitating people's walks (the same way some people can do voice impressions).
Where were you born? A small city in south west england (not saying more than that for safety/privacy).
What are your hobbies? I read (a lot); I write fiction, poetry, book reviews & TV show reviews (see pinned post on where to find some of these); I embroider and sew; I enjoy baking and cooking but don't do it much atm because I don't like my flatmates so I spend as little time as possible in our kitchen where I might see them; I like going for walks but it can be difficult to get out into nature without a car (ironically) and sometimes I just solve number puzzles/do maths for fun.
Do you have any pets? Yes, this idiot (affectionate). Technically she lives with my parents, but still. Her name's Pepper and she's a generic black cat (it's hard to work out breeds of cats and she's an adopted former stray so there's no breeding history or whatever).
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How tall are you? 1.72m
Favourite subject in school? It alternated between english literature and maths.
Dream job? Author/forest wizard/please don't make me enter the workforce (I'm a uni student atm)/I don't know what I want to do with my life.
@yourlocalcorvidcryptid @autisticfordprefect @feral-enfield-with-wifi sorry if any of y'all have already done this and I missed it.
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ghostflowerhotpotch · 8 months
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Clinging too much to the Mask
Or Miles' is neglecting his civilian life for his hero one.
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Something I love about Across the Spider-verse, is that no one is truly evil, but that doesn't justify their actions. Likewise, the heroes aren't perfect, in some cases they actively need to work to own their mistakes, and in others, they need to learn a more simple lesson.
I think this last one can apply to Miles. Because while he is doing his best, I feel the story tries to point out that despite "balancing" his double life, he may be prioritizing one over the other.
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We get to see this before we properly get to see Miles, who instead of being in this meeting-
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He is going around the city.
Not gonna lie, in my first viewing, I felt Rio and Jeff needed to cut Miles some slack; like sure they were being kind of harsh because they didn't know what was going on, but Miles was truly trying hard!
However, the more I rewatched the movie, and the more I keep looking at certain things, the more I realized that Miles' parents are being WAY nicer about all of this than other parents I had seen, and also, that even if you have the context he is not handling this very well.
Let's start with this scene, shall we?
So, Rio and Jeff want to talk about university opportunities and scholarships, which I feel is a bit early for a fifteen-year-old, but if he wants to get into the best Physics program in the nation, I guess it makes sense needing to start early. I am assuming Miles had at least mention wanting to do big things; which is of course what his parents want because they know what he is capable of; so I wouldn't be surprised if they arranged this meeting SPECIFICALLY because Miles set his future on this.
But regardless if it was Miles's idea or his parents, the fact on the matter is this: he should be here.
Because let's remember, he isn't skipping this meeting because the Spot or a villain with a bigger profile was causing a ruckus, we saw him slinging around the city as if he was strolling, and when he goes to get the Spot, he first does this:
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I know Spider-man is known for witty remarks and Miles is definitely not an anomaly on that front, but you cannot tell me he didn't explicitly want a patty and it just so happens to have a bad guy in the place; he may have not grabbed himself hasn't the Spot not being there but I bet he would have gone to this shop ruckus or not.
Even if that wasn't the case, he is already late for the meeting; but he still took his time to patrol the city for, as far as we can tell, no real reason besides just checking around.
I get that he is Spider-man and has responsibilities with the city, but when Miles has an important meeting to be in, and he decides just swinging across the city is more important than being there; we have to admit that this is a problem.
And the longer we spend in 1610 the more that shows.
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This monologue feels like it can be unrelated, at first.
Miles doing the Spider-man presentation makes sense; it has been established in this franchise as a device to present the characters, so having him update on his spidey-situation while following the trope presentation they had done before it's perfect to match the tone of the first movie.
But I am also a firm defender of "weaponize tropes to press further the message of the story" and I think having Miles do this presentation can support how much emphasis he puts on his hero life.
Last time during the first movie, he did his own spidey-presentation at the end, but he also talked about finishing his essay, and doing art with his dad. In this one, we only get mentions of things related to being Spider-man, you can argue that including his uncle on the recap may also be involved because he died just in the time he was becoming Spider-man.
(This is also to remind the audience of this plot point for the ending but shhh we are focussing on other things here.)
This is nothing new for Spidey-people, Gwen the more repressed she is the more she clings to her duty, which only makes her repress more and makes the cycle continue. Peter B was okay with the idea of staying behind even if it meant dying, and let's be real here, part of the reason he was okay with it was that dying as a spider-man is an idea he made peace with years ago, but confronting MJ about what happened was scarier.
This also happened in the first movie.
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This is before they know they may die if they stay, however, you have to admit is a tad unsettling that after being told "You will need to destroy your only way to get home," everyone IMMEDIATELY says they will do it.
Forget being superheroes, no one has any doubts? Any fears of how long it would take to go back home, if at all?
Peni and Gwen worry me especially because I know why those two may just prefer to ditch their home dimensions for a good while (Gwen because she already lost her Peter, was in a flaky relationship with her dad, and probably was neglecting other people too. Peni if you had read some of her comics is not that surprising, heck I want to get her out of that dimension myself.)
I could go on, because I don't think we had seen a Spidey person in this franchise who isn't putting way too much emphasis on their hero identity; but you get the idea. This is a common problem.
And Miles is no different.
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When we go to the Party for his dad (something his mom reminded him of before he bolted out to capture the Spot,) we see that the Party is in full swing. Music is in, people had already started digging in the food, and kids are playing.
Look, growing up my family had parties like this, fairly often growing up. This one is to celebrate Captain Morales obviously, but I had been at family reunions that are easily this size.
Considering the size and for who is the Party, I am surprised they didn't call him non-stop when he didn't show up to help put everything up (because I am having a hard time believing he wouldn't be expected to help to put everything,) it was already late when the first person showed up, so by this point, this is beyond lateness.
And where he is at?
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JUST NOW he is picking up the cake, AS SPIDERMAN.
Miles, mijo ¿Qué estás haciendo? Para este punto de la partida yo ya estaría haciendo mi testamento.
(Trans: Miles, son, what are you doing? By this point I would be doing my will.)
Ok jokes aside, I don't know what's more unbelievable, that he is just now getting the cake, or that he is doing it in the Spidey costume.
This tells us EXACTLY what he was doing before coming up to pick this cake.
Last time we see him, he told his dad he didn't believe The Spot would come back, which means he didn't exactly think there was any danger. Nothing in the movie shows or tells us there was another big emergency he didn't need to attend to, either; and it has CLEARLY been a few hours since that moment since the lightning has changed.
Don't tell me he came in with his Spidey suit to get a better deal or something, the woman clearly doesn't care about it; and even then, at any moment he seems to find a way to change just so he can move around the city more easily.
Not to mention that while he was trying to come to the Party, this happened.
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In case you need to make sure what's happening, since this moment happens in a few seconds during Jeff speech; because someone was stealing shoes (with a guard who is clearly not giving a shit,) he sent a web to stop him.
And rather than just, going on with his day, he stops to sign some autographs and pics, to the point someone else thinks the taxi is waiting for a new client, which the guy obviously accepts.
Honestly, once this moment clicked for me I feel a little dumb to not realize that this is actually a thing Miles needs to confront about himself and not just the natural back and forth that is expected with this life.
And you can see it in other things too.
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Miles isn't a loner, or at least he wasn't one in Into the Spider-verse.
I remember that when I saw the movie the contrast surprised me, like many other people, I had grown up with plenty Peter Parker adaptations, where he is most of the time, a nerd that deals with bullying to some degree. Even with Miles being his own character, I was surprised that at least in his old school and neighborhood, he not only has friends, he is basically a popular kid.
Now in ATSV? That seems to have gone away.
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Is such a small detail in both movies, but it still shocks me every time I think about it hard enough.
Miles had tons of friends, or at least people he definitely got along with; people who said that miss him and such. Even if we never hear a name from him; look at the people greeting him at the beginning at ITSV, go to see the movie and see how much Miles scrolls on his contact list; there is no way in hell he wasn't close to some of these people.
But all of them seem to have gone away by this movie, not only did neither of his parents think of asking about anyone in the neighborhood, Miles himself only scratches the names of his spidey-friends. This either means Rio and Jeff know enough of the people in the neighborhood to be aware Miles is not going out with any of them; or the relationships had deteriorated enough that neither party even thinks of the possibility of being with any of them.
That's...that's a lot.
Look, I am not going to say Miles changing school wouldn't affect his previous friendships, I know exactly how that works.
But in ITSV, Miles said it himself, he still lives here, none of them look like they live too far to be impossible to hang out with; and despite that, the only friend he seems to have is Genki; who aside from being his rommie, is the only person he has that knows his secret.
Which is probably, the only reason they are close enough for Miles's parents to know about him.
To top it all off, this shows that Miles isn't exactly shy, he may have not been fitting too well with his classmates at first but it has been over a year, and he should have been able to make more friends. If he wanted to.
And is not the only thing suffering.
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I am not sure if the joke is that Miles is trying to soften the blow and the teacher is telling on him, or, that he legit forgot the number of classes. Considering it was obvious the woman was going to know and had no incentive in hiding this from his parents; I am inclined to believe Miles actually forgot how many classes he lost.
Considering how spidey emergencies work, 6 classes isn't that big of a thing, assuming this is the only class he has lost classes on. Knowing how the hero gig works you could expect more, but for my own sanity I will pretend it has been only these.
There is a big chance he missed those classes for really, bad situations where he needed to be there. However, we aren't actually sure; and considering the direction this movie is going, it is very feasible he may be messing around a few times.
And look, Miles grades are freaking amazing; seriously I was doing a lot worse in school without any hero business involved. But even if he obviously puts some level of priority in his studies, you can see that this is a struggling battle.
Not to mention the elephant in the room, that is the fact that the reason we know he is working so hard to have good grades, is because he wants to go to Princeton University.
Miles can't give the exact reason as to why in this scene, but this is really all we need to hear:
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I really don't need to explain myself further, but because I already had the image at hand from something else, here it is.
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The only not related to Spider-man is that he is somewhat prioritizing, and has to do more to see the other Spiders than his actual future.
I think this becomes more obvious when you remember that as smart as he is with Physics, in the first movie he wasn't really interested; despite what he knew he was trying to fumble that class like the rest of them, trying to quit. The only thing he seemed passionate about was his art, which is the other class that he is doing amazingly.
I had seen people argue Miles' dream will probably be related to art, if it wasn't because seeing the other spiders has become even more important than that, deciding to try to get into the best Physics Program in the country just to see if he has a chance to meet them again. That's a lot of time, effort, and work; and is not even about him or what he wants to do for the rest of his life.
In a way, this movie comes to a conclusion about it, but I think I want to talk more about that when we focus on Miles' parents.
Thank you for reading, hope this gives you guys some perspective about Miles; I feel I don't see a lot of people picking up on this, which is a shame since I feel the story with his family gains a deeper layer by having both parties struggling in their own areas.
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Roronoa Zoro x Reader - Birthday Part 2
Status: Complete? Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Reader – I haven’t beta’d but I don’t think Reader is a particular gender (obviously comment if you think it needs changing) Summary: It’s Reader’s birthday Warning(s): 18+ Language, alcohol A/N: I couldn't decide whether I liked the open ending of Birthday so I wrote this
Zoro didn’t dare move, didn’t dare open his eyes. He could happily sink into the infinity of this moment as long as you sunk with him.
The silence was loud – abundant with all the words he could have, should have said. Abundant with the lie he had just laid at your feet. Of course you were still in his head – how could he possible let you leave? You were intrinsic to his very being – despite how much he hated it. Because he did. Wholeheartedly. Hate you. With every fibre of his being. He hated that you had buried yourself so deeply within him that even the lacklustre attempt at banishing you from his head still left you in complete control of his heart, hopes and soul.
Naïvety was not usually a word found in his lexicon but he was certainly aware of it now, heart racing, heat coursing through his veins as he naïvely hoped that you would still want him after everything he had said.
You pulled your head away from his; the lack of contact burning against his skin more than a thousand kisses could. And yet there was a contradictory ice running through his veins. His entire being was hanging on a thread pulled by your whim.
“Why are you doing this?”
Your words shot through him – as if he hadn’t already spanned the entire spectrum of humanity just to get this far. Words were never his friend at the best of times but now they seemed dead set on being his enemy. Laying his entire life in front of you, in that earring, had been easy – but articulating it? A piece of him was literally and figuratively in the palm of your hands. It wasn’t your fault, obviously, it was entirely his. The whole damn situation was his fault. The fact that he could do everything but tell you how he felt about you was entirely his fault. But why was he doing this? Surely you knew. You must know.
Your question echoed in his head. Because he didn’t want to love you, because he didn’t want to allow himself to be so completely out of control. Because he didn’t want you in his head – because he wanted so, so badly for those words to be true. For this gift to be enough, the end, him moving on – a token of a life almost lived. For you to understand what he was saying, only that was impossible. He didn’t know what he was saying. Did he want to pull you into him, to make love to you there and then? To show you how ferociously consuming you were? Did he want you to leave, to walk away so he could pick up the pieces of his broken heart in the solitude he had already become accustomed to?
“Zoro.” Your voice was annoyed, demanding. Eyes ice cold and focussed on him. “If you’re going to be a cryptic arsehole I’m going to bed.”
“Wait,” instinctively he grabbed your wrist.
You rolled your eyes, already fed up with the ‘conversation’. “For what?” You snapped, “What is this bullshit?” You thrust the earring back into his free hand, “All the mind games? You never speak to me and now this? Do you really think I’m that fucking easy?”
Zoro’s hand on your wrist was conflictingly comforting as you stared at him, chest heaving with the effort to retain some sort of composure. You could feel the heat of anger within you, biting down on your bottom lip so as not to explode. You didn’t want an argument, but you didn’t want whatever this was either. You didn’t want his love if it was so fucking traumatic, if it was such a repulsive feeling for him to have. Screaming it from the rooftops was certainly not what you had in mind, but it shouldn’t be this fucking hard for him to just admit that whatever it was, there was certainly something between the two of you.
A small smile found its way across your lips, the lack of an answer from him only solidifying your decision. Okay. Enough.
Your wrist wriggled out of his, “I did wait.” With a heavy sigh you retreated to your bed, hoping the sake would be an adequate excuse in the morning.
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so the thing is, life is incredibly hectic rn & i feel like i’m out of my mind stressed all the time. i feel like i have no time at all & i’m struggling to keep my head above the water in the turbulent ocean of THINGS. but despite/in spite of this, i’ve been feeling such an overwhelming outpouring of love & appreciation for everyone & everything lately. everyone is so precious & lovely in all their own little ways & i’m so grateful to be surrounded by all the goodness. it’s the thoughtful gestures, the silly jokes, the meaningful conversations, the unexpected kindness. it makes me wana cling to every little moment of this period so badly, however rough the other aspects are, just because witnessing & experiencing the love, the laughter, the friendship, the companyyyyy of all of these souls feels so truly magical. someone brings me dinner because they know i don’t have time to cook, someone calls me unexpectedly because they know how i get overwhelmed & they wana make sure i’m doing okay, someone i look up to goes out of their way to compliment work that i’ve done that i found extremely challenging, someone thinks to contact me from a strangers phone when they’re stranded & need help. i see a friend & the object of his affection sat in a lecture together, heads resting in hands, focussing on the presentation, but with arms gently touching. i could cry. i see friends walking out of our building, crumpling at the belly mid stride, laughing so hard at their own jokes. my heart swells at their joy, and they smile & wave enthusiastically when they see me through the window. whilst enjoying a dog walk during a brief but welcome respite from the rain, a man i met only once, roughly 2 years ago, appears with his furry companions & greets me like an old friend, desperate to catch up on all that has occurred in our lives since our last meeting. we exchange no contact information, but when we part, we share the hope of future chance encounters. my day is brighter. after mistakes on my part, i interpret an interaction with a friend as awkward, and believe they no longer like me. a week later (fuck) i see a message from them sent that very night, apologising for not being able to chat properly & expressing their desire to see me again soon. i have a day full of big anxiety provoking things, but i talk about it with my friend later on and we fall apart laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. i see others being nervous, being happy, being sad, excited, proud. and i just feel so connected to all of them. i feel more present than i have for a long time. and all of it is just good. even the parts that aren’t. things keep turning out sooo much better than my anxiety would have me believe, and it’s so nice to keep being so pleasantly surprised & relieved by the turn of events. it’s going to be okay. even if there’s hurdles & pitfalls & things don’t go quite as we thought we wanted. whatever path things take, for any of us, i am so reassured & confident that we’ll get there. there is just so much light. i hope you feel it too.
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swanmaids · 8 months
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original character-focussed fic recs
One of the best feelings for me as a fic writer in this fandom is when somebody tells me that they liked one of my original characters. Character creation can be hard work and nerve-wracking, so it’s really rewarding whenever people tell me that it’s paid off. This fandom has a wealth of fantastic, memorable original characters, so I wanted to make a recommendation list of some of my favourite fics that feature them. The fics in this list are a range of lengths, ratings, warnings, and themes, and I’m hoping everyone will be able to find something to their taste here.
Of course this list is not exhaustive, and I’m always open to more recommendations!
All the splendour they could bear by asterisq; t, 1k, cntw.
The Ar-Pharazôn (& Sauron) regime commissions art for the temple. The artist tries to survive the assignment.
Bitter Heart, Bitter Heart by thegreatpumpkin; f!Galathil/OFC, t, 20k, nawa.
She had loved her brother better once. She had loved them all better once; but too many times she had swallowed bitterness, and now her heart was all sown with ashes and salt. Noble Celeborn, wise Celeborn, shining in his place beside the king! Galathil was reminded at every turn of the ways in which she did not measure up.
The Bread Maker’s Lament by havisham; Morwen & OFC, t, 1k, nawa.
A young woman, living in First Age Hithlum, grapples with grief and loss, and bakes bread.
The Carpenter’s Son by @kareenvorbarra; OFC/OMC, m, 9k, rape/noncon.
An untold story of conquered Dor-lómin, in which an Easterling carpenter has a child by his Hadorian slave.
The Constant Gardner by tehta; OFC & Egalmoth, t, 4k, nawa.
Running Yavanna’s errands in First Age Middle-earth is a tough job, but someone has to do it.
To die in the light by @skyeventide; Maedhros & OFC, m, 6k, violence.
A thrall escapes Angband. This is the journey of what comes after.
Dwell in death’s shadow by @undercat-overdog; Curufin/Wife, g, 3.5k, nawa.
A child eavesdrops on an argument he was never meant to hear.
an ecstatic accident by void and fire by Chestnut_Pod; g, 0.5k, nawa.
Follow the blue roads of Arda.
The Elf Who Circumnavigated Arda in a Ship of Their Own Making by @arofili​; OC & OFC, g, 1k, nawa
Three letters home from a Telerin adventurer.
Far Too Many of You Dying by @starspray; OFC & Teleri, t, 1k, cntw.
After the Noldor depart, Alqualondë is left reeling.
Four Winters by @aipilosse; Celegorm & OFC, t, 6k, nawa.
Four winters in the life of Gwíneth, daughter of Urthel. A rescue, a hunt, a fall, and the abyss.
His Hour Had Come by @polutrope; Saeros & OFC, g, 1k, nawa.
Saeros' daughter reflects on the life and actions of her father.
Lost at Sea by starspray, Uinen & OFC, 0.4k, g, nawa.
An Avarin elf accidentally gets lost at sea and gets stuck halfway onto the Straight Road. Uinen helps out.
These Newborn Shores by @kazaera; t, 14k, nawa.
It's the early Second Age and the Host of the Valar have just departed. The disparate refugees now sitting on the new shores of Lindon, tasked with building the fleet of Númenor even as they are still reeling from Beleriand's destruction, must find a way to move forward despite their losses.
Figuring out where to get their clothes from would be a good place to start.
Not by the Hand of Man by Sath, Tar-Miriel/OFC, e, 7k, nawa.
After his chief priestess is assassinated, Sauron summons his most powerful servant, a woman of Far Harad, to Númenor.
on a long road (miles to go) by Solanaceae, g, 5k, cntw.
Andreth in the House of Adanel.
One Who Holds by @slightnettles Elrond & OFC, g, 4k, nawa.
As the War of Wrath and the breaking of Beleriand approach, a woman of the Easterlings meets a young Elrond.
SeaLight by Anerea; g, 0.3k, nawa.
A Telerin Elf's first experience of the waters of Belegaer, at the end of the Great Journey.
A Seduction by The_Wavesinger; Tar-Miriel/OFC, e, 2k, cntw.
Tar-Míriel attempts to take revenge on her husband by seducing his sister.
Si la mar fuera de leche by Chestnut_Pod, Elros/OFC, Elros & OCs, t, 23k, nawa.
Ten years after the Valar pulled Númenor dripping from the sea, Elros receives a visitor.
Starlit Waves by raiyana; Cirdan/OFC, m, 2k, nawa.
“Congratulations, my love, you have made a plank. Yet again.”   Dry tones teased his ears softly, the silent footsteps of his beloved Ngilith giving him no warning of her approach.
Talathien by maerzkindt; Haleth & OFCs g, 7k, nawa.
Linnoril, a woman from the group later known as House of Hador, returns to her mother's folk of the Haladin and joins the guard. An exploration of reconnecting, forming new bonds and playing fast and loose with First Age Edain lore.
The Thousand Stories by herenortherenearnorfar; OFC/OFC, t, 19k, mcd.
They're important, the myths people tell about themselves, about their histories. You can learn a lot from a tale or seven.
A Traitor’s Issue by herenortherenearnorfar; OFC & OFC,t, 16k, violence.
Ulfang's daughters(in-law) seek aid in the aftermath. Reckoning with their own grief and choices (or lack thereof) they navigate Angband, the nightmare they grew up with, now the only place they can turn for help.
The “Unmarried” Queen - Deficiencies in Numenorean Scholarship by Sath; Tar-Telperien/OFC, g, 1k, nawa.
Rosie Cotton and Samwise Gamgee's granddaughter, a scholar of short stature and lofty goals, finds an earth-shattering document being used to steady a table leg in Minas Tirith.
Willow-Meads by Narya_Flame; g, 5k, nawa.
a willow-spirit, some places she went, and the people she met.
the wind that shakes the mountain by platinum_firebird; OFC/OFC, t, 2k, nawa.
The tale of Mazlav, daughter of Temolv, chieftain of the Uzba clan; and of how she met her lover and companion-in-arms, Aalta of Ishahú.
With the Stars in the Darkness and the Love in the Light by Zdenka; Haleth/OFC, Haleth/Goldberry, Nellas/Goldberry, t, 3k, nawa.
At Nienor's request, the women of Brethil share stories and songs about Haleth, the river's daughter, and those they loved.
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saw you in a dream
quinn hughes x non-binary!oc (she/they pronouns)
they were simply a figment of quinn’s imagination, until she wasn’t
word count: 3.3k
warnings: vivid dreams, cursing, not soulmates!au but kinda soulmates!au without being weird
a/n: hi @puckmaidens!!! it’s me, your fic exchange partner. really hope you enjoy this little ditty 🤍 original idea didn’t go as planned but i’m crossing my fingers this will suffice. a very large thanks goes out to @wyattjohnston​ for creating and managing yet another super successful fic exchange AND for letting me borrow daisy for a fun little moment!!! hats off to you dem. @matthewtkachuk​ gets a big shout out for proofing this love u babe (also as a reminder non-binary people don’t owe anyone androgyny! or anything for that matter. all my little enby babies you’re perfect as is 🥰)
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They were laughing the first time Quinn saw them. 
It was the head tilted back, mouth agape kind of laugh, and it was the most beautiful thing the man had ever seen. Quinn couldn’t tell if any sound was coming from the prettily parted lips, but he also didn’t care. Just watching them was good enough, and if given the opportunity he’d do it for the rest of his life. Fate isn’t that kind, however, so Quinn resigns himself to the idea that this perfect person will have to reside in his memory. There was a split moment where kind eyes met his own guarded ones, and Quinn felt the world stop spinning for a millisecond. Every single feeling, look, thought, was heightened when they smiled and raised their glass in a silent toast, prompting him to follow the lead with a tentative look on his face. A split second later they were gone, pulled onto the dancefloor with friends to enjoy the long night ahead. Once sure they weren’t coming back, and didn't want to actually say hello in the way he so desperately wanted, Quinn closed out his tab with a sigh of defeat and exited the club, kicking himself the entire way home for not having any courage.
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An alarm startles Quinn awake. It’s Sunday, supposedly a rare day of rest for the team, but he needs to put some time into the gym and bulk up ten pounds as fast as possible. The Canucks have been playing well enough, but the team is still below five hundred and has a tough second half of the season ahead. Quinn could stand to be more of a physical force to be reckoned with. He’s so focussed on the goals to complete during the day that it takes several moments to realize there had been no mysterious yet beautiful person at a nightclub last night. In fact, there hadn’t been a club at all — just his cold sheets and the same sadness that’s permeated Quinn’s house for years. 
The realization knocks all the air from his lungs. Quinn could swear up and down that he had seen them with his own two eyes, and tasted the whisky they’d sipped while maintaining eye contact. It was all such a vivid image that he has a hard time reconciling the knowledge it was all fake with how he woke up feeling. It was real to him. Brock would undoubtedly shake his head and rattle off a few statistics about the probability of meeting those found in one’s dreams, ever the pessimist about love and fate, but luckily he isn’t there as Quinn moves sluggishly about, trying desperately to remember everything about the person with kind eyes and the brightest smile he’s ever encountered. 
Quinn doesn’t even get both feet onto the turfed outer surface of the gym before a trainer finds him. “Hughes,” he says, syllables tense and over-punctuated in a way they appear only when ownership gets antsy about poor results. “I need you working today until it feels like you’re about to drop dead.”
“You got it,” Quinn sighs, feeling guilty for contributing to the man’s stress simply because he can’t maintain his weight. Being a franchise player at such a young age, Quinn feels pressure to make things as easy on the staff as possible.
Teammates are scattered about the levels of the facility, each working on their own weaknesses — it’s becoming more apparent to Quinn that no one in the Canucks organization understands the term rest day. Nils is hunched over on the floor doing an intricate warm up stretch routine, clearly in the same boat as him, and it makes Quinn feel a bit better. He doesn’t look up, just raises a hand in silent greeting, and the other man chuckles before pushing back the slight waves he hadn’t bothered to tame in the bathroom mirror and getting to work. 
Time flies by at a record pace, and an hour and half later Quinn has put in one of the most intense workouts of his professional career. It seems stupid to leave when so many of his teammates are still working, so he finishes a cool down and wordlessly stands behind Nils to spot. Neither of them acknowledge the favour Quinn is doing him, but it doesn’t matter. Just knowing he’s done something to make someone’s life easier is enough. Despite the intentions of making the work easier, Quinn lags behind, taking a few too many breaks to think about the person from his dream and how much he’d like to kiss them, to cherish them.
Always a fast dresser, he waits until his friend is heading down the stairs from the change room to tug the long discarded backpack over his shoulders and lowers the baseball cap onto his head. Quinn holds the door and emits quiet laughter as Nils recounts a recent failed attempt at romance. 
“You were a little spacey today, everything okay?”
It’s not so much a question as it is a prompt to spill his thoughts, and Quinn knows it. Nils Höglander may be a lot of things, including a dear friend, but subtle is not one of them. A breath filters through his nose and fills Quinn’s lungs with air that both calms and accelerates his heart rate. “It’s nothing. Just a dream I’m having a hard time shaking.”
“Was she cute?” This time it’s a leading question, one Nils has a sinking suspicion his friend will answer despite not really wanting to.
“Focus on your own love life first,” Quinn grumbles, picking at a thread on the hem of his sweater. A pause, then, “They were extremely cute.”
Nils quirks his eyebrow. Blushing slightly, Quinn continues. “I don’t know their pronouns, so I don’t want to assume anything. Plus, it’s not like they’re even real.”
“Always the gentleman, Quinner.”
The pair of men separate in the parking lot, walking to their respective vehicles with chants of genuine happiness at seeing each other in less than twenty-four hours. Nils swears up and down he won’t tell anyone else about the fascination with the dream person, but Quinn knows it’s bullshit. His friend has never been good at keeping his mouth shut, and the Canucks are like a tight knit family. Everyone will always know each other’s business.
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They shouldn’t be there. 
The last time Quinn saw them, they had been in a dive in Vancouver, but now they’re  standing in line at a farmer’s market thirty-five miles outside Pittsburgh. Logically, Quinn understands that it was a dream, that the two of them could be transported anywhere occupying space in his brain, but this place specifically is sacred. It’s his safe space, discovered once on a solo road trip home from Michigan, has never appeared in dreams before, and Quinn wasn’t sure what to do about the intrusion. Their presence wasn’t necessarily unwelcome, just foreign. In fact Quinn was quite sure he’d like the person to be in every dreamscape if it meant he got to experience them over and over again.
A dainty red ribbon held their hair into its makeshift ponytail, but the locks threatened to spill out at any moment. They looked absolutely ethereal, denim overshirt blowing in the wind and legs encased by a pair of practical hiking sandals. Everything about them was easy and carefree — Quinn knew he had to experience the sunshine they cast at least once. A tote bag dangled from their forearm, encasing a plethora of apples that was undoubtedly too many for one person to eat alone. There was no one in line behind them, so without thinking Quinn grabbed the nearest item of produce and made sure to stand at a respectable but still close distance. Their hair smelled faintly of lemon and basil, and it took a godly amount of strength for Quinn to pull away once he caught a whiff. At the very last second the magical human with the red ribbon turned their head and caught the hockey player in the act. 
If they had been put off by Quinn’s interest in learning intimately what shampoo combination made the smell, they never mentioned it. “Aren't those the best this time of year?” they asked with a whimsical lilt. Damnit, even their voice felt like it wasn’t made for this world, but a mythical plane above it.
“Uh —” Quinn sputtered, unsure of what he was holding. A glance down proves he’d chosen to buy strawberries, the only fruit he was allergic to. “I wouldn’t know. Just stopping by on the way back home. I was out this way on business.”
“Well then, you picked the right time to visit. Late summer brings the best yield of strawberries, in my unprofessional opinion.” Their smile could have rivaled the sun at high noon, it was that bright and blinding, and Quinn was absolutely enamored. Before he could respond, however, the line lurched forward and the market attendant called the other person forward. “Enjoy them,” they said sincerely, and Quinn offered a thumbs up in response. 
With their back to the brunette and preoccupied with a conversation about the weather, Quinn knew he wouldn’t have gotten caught for leaving without the strawberries. Carefully he put them back on the table and walked in the opposite direction. At least this time he had been able to start a conversation. 
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The hissing of air brakes jostles Quinn awake, and he opens his eyes to see the back entrance of the arena. Bus rides from hotels to rinks are incredibly short, but somehow the man managed to get a few moments of unconsciousness. Just enough to dream about the mystery person and wake with more questions that will forever go unanswered. Who are they? Why do they keep appearing in his dreams? Does repetition in dreams really mean anything? Quinn will have to remember to send a text to Jack’s girlfriend Daisy, since she knows about those sorts of things. 
Teammates shuffle off the bus in front of him, and Quinn quickly follows them, hoping not to seem too out of sorts even though his mind is swimming. Andi, one of the team’s photographers, is standing between the bus and the entrance to the rink, snapping away and making silly faces to make some other guys laugh, knowing that those sorts of candids bring more engagement for the team. 
“A-dog,” Quinn chirps, trying to seem chipper. “No pics of me today, please? After work beers on me if you say yes.”
Andi tilts her head in confusion but doesn’t probe. “You got it, boss. I want the best Guiness your expensive contract can buy.”
“Anything for you. I owe you big time. Thanks!”
Quinn quickly embraces the photographer and darts inside the building, knowing that not everyone will be as understanding as Andi. Normally he’s game to play the role of the Canucks’s social media darling, but tonight Quinn has enough to worry about without being followed around and scrutinized. 
Each professional hockey player has a different pre-game warmup routine, despite the game being a team sport. He’s always been one to do his own thing, only rarely joining in the games of two-touch, so no one blinks an eye at Quinn heading in the opposite direction of most of the guys. Nils gives him a quizzical look, mischievous glint in his eye, but before he can ask any questions Quinn turns the corner and takes the first flight of stairs he sees. 
Before he can think too much about the teasing that will inevitably come from the New Jersey contingent of the Hughes family, Quinn pulls out his phone and sends the text to Daisy. 
Not even going to bother to tell you to keep this a secret because you suck! I’ve had an unknown person appear in some dreams lately, and since you’re into all that manifestation shit I thought I’d ask if it means anything. Also, tell Jack and Luke I hope they lose tonight. 
The device slips into the pocket of his shorts and settles into a position that hopefully won’t allow it to fall out during his jog around the depths of the arena. Quinn doesn’t like to run with headphones, instead choosing to focus on his breathing. It’s an odd quirk, he knows, but relentless teasing from teammates has never stopped him before. He likes the ritual and knows it will probably continue long after he retires from playing professionally. 
Quinn rounds the corner, braces himself for a high sprint, and runs directly into someone instead of meeting a clear hallway. He isn’t the speediest on the team by far, but Quinn is fit enough that even his entry into a sprint could knock over an unsuspecting person, whom this clearly was. They fall to the ground, the momentum of an adult’s body weight and shock making it a hard one. In order to prevent more injury by landing on top of them, Quinn propels himself forward and turns mid-air in a quasi-front flip that he’s sure looked just as stupid as it felt.
“What the fuck, man?”
The voice, even in anger and resentment, is warm and welcoming. Quinn thinks the person has never been cold-hearted, not like him, and it befuddles him until he looks to see who his unsuspecting victim was. 
It’s them.
From the dreams. 
Standing right in front of him, looking for an explanation as to why they were knocked onto the ground with the ferocity of a barely-legal bodycheck. “Uh, sorry, didn’t see you there,” Quinn sputters, utterly failing to suppress his astonishment. 
A dry laugh, verging between a chuckle and a cackle, spills from their lips. “No shit. Help me up?”
Quinn wastes no time extending an arm and hauling them off the floor. He notices a lanyard sporting an official arena badge. ‘Logan Haynes (she/they), Public Relations’ is written in neat serif script, along with a picture of her wearing a bright smile. Trying to not be obvious, he gives her a once over, telling himself it’s just to make sure he isn’t hallucinating but really it’s because Quinn wants to get a better look. He isn’t as sly as he hoped because her voice once again comes into focus. 
“Do you have a habit of injuring arena staff and then checking them out, Hughes?” Logan asks, cocking their head just enough to let Quinn know the comment is mostly in jest. 
He isn’t surprised they know his name, especially if they work in sports. Still, he stammers an answer nervously. “Actually, no. This is my first time.”
“So you were checking me out?”
“I plead the fifth.”
This time a real laugh tumbles out, a hearty one with warmth of a sun-kissed afternoon and Quinn decides in that moment he will do whatever he can to hear that sound for the rest of his life. Neither of them make a move to go their separate ways, nor do they speak. Time stands still, but not in the awkward way that Quinn is accustomed to. It’s all-consuming, how sanguine the moment feels, how things almost audibly clicked into place when he saw Logan. Never one to believe in fairy-tales or the mushy feelings Jack and Daisy describe, Quinn finally gets it. 
“Uh, this is really weird, and I swear I don’t normally do this,” he begins, “But can I get your number?”
Logan smiles, almost devilishly, and Quinn is scared for a moment. “So I can send you the bill for my physical therapy? I think I might have seriously pulled a muscle.”
“Whatever you want.” The grin on Quinn’s cheeks makes them ache but he doesn’t care. He extends his open phone and they enter a sequence of digits Quinn decides to commit to memory. With nothing else to do the pair return to their original paths, and Quinn can only hope they want to see him again.
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The game and subsequent activities pass by in a blur. Quinn was attentive, always on the puck and converting turnovers into scoring opportunities, but Logan was the only thing on his mind. The chances of her being real, of being in the same vicinity as him and getting the chance to meet is too serendipitous even for him. He gets knocked around more than usual due to his wandering mind, leading to some questioning looks from teammates and staff members. As soon as he can, Quinn is looking through the arena to find Logan, let them know he wants more than to pay for potential recovery from the injury that he caused, but he can’t find her. 
Dejected, he goes back to the bus. Quinn is a quick undresser and prefers to unwind at home or the hotel, so despite his detour he isn’t the last one on the bus. The win doesn’t matter much to him, too in his own head about Logan to care, so Quinn chooses to decline any and all invitations to celebrate with his teammates. He just wants to have a second shower and debate whether or not to text her. 
A gentle buzz comes from the inside of Quinn’s suit jacket, and he pulls out his phone with suspicious speed. The guys around him pay no attention, engrossed in their own phones or suspecting Quinn of hitting up someone on his roster like so many others were doing. He hopes it’s Logan, but then realizes that would be impossible seeing as the exchange was strictly one sided. It’s Daisy, finally answering his message from hours earlier. 
Nice to hear from you, Quinny! So glad you only reach out when you want my extra-special opinion on ur love life. Could mean nothing, or could mean you’re bound to meet the mystery person soon. Devs won 6-2, suck it. See you next week!!
Quinn thinks that if Daisy knew the events that transpired tonight she’d call it fate, especially given her text, so in order to keep his brothers from finding out and using the situation as teasing material he doesn’t respond. Instead, he opens the contacts app and scrolls until he finds the number he’s looking for. 
Still at the back of the bus, his fingers shake as Quinn types out a message.
Hi. It’s Quinn. Hughes. Ready to pay for all of your up front and continuing medical costs.
He hits send, then continues typing. 
I’m extremely sorry for earlier tonight, and just realized I never actually apologized. That wasn’t cool of me. I hope you’re okay. 
Before he can overthink it even more, Quinn keeps going. 
This is going to sound absolutely ridiculous and insane, but I swear I’ve seen you in a bunch of my dreams lately. Crazy, isn’t it?
Not wanting to sit and wait around for his potential embarrassment at his own hands, Quinn closes his eyes. However, he’s hyper aware of the rectangle in his pocket that feels more like a brick than anything. Sleep does not overcome him, just anxious thoughts, and he thinks he might explode if Logan doesn’t respond. No one will ever know except him, but the crushing weight of rejection and dismissal will sting for a long time. Quinn has never been one to put himself out in public this way, and if it blows up in his face on the first try he isn’t sure he’ll have the confidence to try again. 
One single vibration hits right below his breastbone. It takes Quinn a moment to realize it isn’t his rapidly beating heart, but instead his dreaded cell phone. A message appears on the lockscreen under the heading he’s been yearning for. When he opens it, Quinn sees four words that might just change his life forever. 
I’ve seen you too. 
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