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cupids-chamber · 2 months

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𖤐 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 . . reason he realized he wanted to be your forever . . .

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★ 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Riddle over complicated things quite a bit—well . . . in simple terms, he overexerted himself for an ideal image of perfection. As it was something he was taught and bred to sought after. He feels uneasy in many cases, he's not the best at reading to room all the time, and he even has a hard time responding to comfort or comforting people.

Which is why he was so surprised and overwhelmed by how laid back you were, it was as if he had met the opposite of himself in a sort of way. The way you seemed so careless and oblivious to possible negative outcomes of your risqué actions, all came as a foreign feeling to him.

Yet, he remembers being paired with you for a project of sorts once, and at the time he didn't know how to feel about you—he supposed he saw you as an unreachable figure, someone he wishes he was. . . However, one memory of that project stuck out, the day you both spent hours on end, well into the night chatting instead of doing your work. It started off with small talk in-between the project work, which turned into a debate of sorts. Then it became a full on conversation that seemed to refuse ending.

Riddle from then on often got into these hefty conversations with you, and he began to realize just how calm you made him . . . you eased his nerves. You made him feel just as free and laidback as he viewed you.

Until one day, late at night, on a call where you admitted some things that came as a shock. And his perception of you began to reform, he realized just how similar you both were. It was as if he was looking into a mirror of himself, yet the reflection was able to respond back to him and refute his current ideals.

He found you admirable, he found you a curious figure, one he'd love to know more about, one he'd love to know . . . one he'd love to call his.

★ 𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓

Vil, had always been an early bird, it was the best way to start the day in his mind. The earlier he wakes up, the more time he has to spend throughout the day. Sleeping late and waking up even later would ruin his complexion—and the very routine he thoroughly crafted over the years. Yet when he met you, he quickly discovered that you were the exact opposite of what he was.

You were a night owl, an insomniac. He struggles to try and get you to bed, he struggles to try and get you to sleep, too close those expressive eyes of yours and head into the vast world of dreams.

Yet as the days progressed, he couldn't help but stay up on call for you, passing his usual sleeping hours into much later hours just to hear the pleasant sound of your voice, the tired edge to it that he adores. He continuously consoled himself with the fact that he was just doing so to make sure you slept, but soon his schedule had shifted to fit your more irregular one.

And when you both moved in together, he began realizing the subtle shifts you made. How you'd sleep earlier, how you'd wake up around the time he would, how you'd always be ready to join him for breakfast no matter how cranky.

Perhaps that was what made him realize, that he'd prefer to see your face every morning, awake or asleep . . .

★ 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀

It was rare for someone to be unafraid of Malleus, perhaps you were . . . stupid? Maybe dense . . . But he held no judgement, rather he was over the moon to be able to be close so to someone other then his small social group of Diasomnia students.

He adored quite a lot about you, the way you'd patiently listen to what he had to say, the way you'd treat him ever so casually compared to the former. He didn't want it to end, the soft lingering touches, the tone of your voice, the way your eyes seemed to express each detail of your emotions—the way your lips curved into an slightly unpleasant smile, when you greeted someone you disliked—He was very pleased to know he wasn't one of the latter.

He seemed to like almost every inch of you, to the point where he himself wasn't fully aware of how he felt . . . until he and you decided to go on a picnic, and he saw you smiling so brightly, and freely, the sun radiating off of your face—his heart began skipping a beat—and he realized that he wanted nothing more then that bright smile to be directed to him, always and forever.

★ 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑

Leona was a particularly laid back figure, watching you from afar as you did—what were you doing in the botanical garden anyways?, he questioned in the back of his head, still tired and groggy. You always came around at this time to the gardens, with seemingly no plan in your mind. Perhaps you enjoyed disturbing his sleep? As you always seemed to approach him with a smile.

Leona just doesn't seem to understand what you view your relationship as, possibly friends? Well he could care less. He doesn't find you amusing to say the least, coming into his hiding spaces and ruining his peaceful slumber. Usually by now he'd cause a scene, but for some reason the way you rambled on and on about your day didn't irritate him as much as he wanted it too . . . At least then he'd have an excuse to send you away.

Leona didn't like having you around, he made that quite abruptly clear. Yet the week you were away, he found himself eyeing you out of the crowd, and he surprisingly grew even more upset when he couldn't find you. He assumed you had matched his energy and decided to finally leave him alone.

And yet, he was upset.

It only came crashing down on him when he saw you again, after a week, you went on explaining you were sick—or something—he stopped listening a while ago . . . As the realization slowly creeped in, that he couldn't imagine, or rather didn't want to imagine another day without your stupid rambling.

★ 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎

Azul's crush on you seemingly formed from how giving you were, not expecting anything in return—well . . . actually it was when you offered him an water bottle because he looked dehydrated randomly out of no where and expected nothing in return, clearly you were designed for him—Floyd knocked him out of his train of thought.

Azul and you have been going out for an while, and he puts so much effort into his appearance—The amount of annoyed signs he had to deal with from both the tweels due to his lovesick behaviorisms is endless.

Yet none of the above was what resulted in him wanting to be with you forever . . . he did intend to marry you someday . . . but what stuck to him is how you always noticed—it surprised him, made him a bit afraid, but most of all it made him feel important and loved.

He loved the way you knew how he felt, the way you even accidently end up noticing the effort he put in, the way you always know what to say, the way that when he has something to say, you listen, the way you never judge his questionable actions . . . all of this made him realize that he wanted you . . . all of you . . .

★ 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋-𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌

Kalim was a social butterfly, and you were an ambivert who was easily drained in social interactions. You were seemingly more anxious then usual, a bit trippy as you stepped out of one of those Scarabia grand parties. Starring at the ground as you settled down, surprisingly not caring for the dirt that would get on your outfit. The area of Scarabia was surprisingly clean.

And out of the corner of Kalim's eye, he spotted you, through the window, he assumed you were one of the many people who could use some encouragement to return back into the party—he's well aware many could grow anxious in such a crowded area. And though you've had your fair share of big crowds, he was correct this time around.

Yet when Kalim's eyes found yours outside, the tired sigh you let out, the way your hands gently pressed down on your temple in an attempt to calm down made him realize . . . that you were the one.

★ 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃

Idia always enjoyed playing games with you—spending time with you, you were a bit more tolerable then most people to say the least. He could even compare your company to that of Ortho's . . . well almost at the very least.

You were a comforting and refreshing presence, who always seemed to encourage healthier habits onto him, and for some odd reason he strived to garner some sort of acknowledgement or praise for him doing the things you wanted . . . even though most of them were basic needs like making sure he drank a certain amount of water, and took his medication . . . you always made it known that you were proud.

It was odd, slowly and effectively you had his routine changed, the changes started small until they were noticeable. He found himself going the extra mile for you . . . but what surprised him the most, was that you were also willing to go the extra mile for someone like him.

Forever is a long time, and originally he thought it would be just his little brother and him, but perhaps . . . no, he wanted you apart of it as well.

— 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

For Malleus's part, imagine your only friends being your siblings . . . haha . . . can't be me . . . (They're a decade younger then me)

For Kalim's part, you can't tell me he's not delusional, he seems like the type to see someone and decide, they're the one.

For Leona's part, tried sounding like him, I needed the slight asshole-ness to mix with the soft fluffy scenario.

I like my Azul with a small hint of delulu.

Might be a bit rushed in parts but I wrote this at 3am after going thru it . . .

Also, my blog was made on Valentines day so happy blog birthday to me!

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maidragoste · 7 months

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The Parent Trap: Chapter Two

Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Summary: After the disastrous divorce between Aemond Targaryen and Y/n Velaryon the twins Baelon and Aemon were separated. Each was raised by one of their parents. Baelon was raised by his father while Aemon was raised by his mother. Years later they both meet at a summer camp and discover the existence of the other. The twins realize that there are many secrets in their family, eager to discover their past, they put together a plan to deceive their parents.

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Thank you for your support, I was nervous that people wouldn't like it because the fic wasn't the same as the movie so I'm very happy to read all your comments. REBLOGS, comments and likes are always appreciated 🥰🥰💕💕💕

Btw, I made two playlists for this fic. One is from Aemond and the Reader and another is from Reader and Aegon. As I keep writing I'll probably add more songs or even delete some, who knows. If you have songs for me to add or are curious to know why, you are welcome to write to me in my inbox.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

Ten years earlier

Your leg kept moving up and down. Your eyes are constantly directed to the door, expecting that at any moment Aemond would return home. You tried to distract yourself by watching TV but you were too anxious. Your mind couldn't focus on the stupid movie because all you could think about was the positive sign on the pregnancy tests you had taken that afternoon with Rhaena and Jace by your side. You regretted telling them to leave. If they were with you they would be preventing you from locking yourself in your own mind. They would make you tell them your fears and they would try to calm you down. The three of them would be making plans. You might even be practicing with Jace how the hell tell Aemond they were going to be parents.

You and Aemond would be parents. You would be a mother. You always knew you would have children, you wanted the happily ever after with the wedding and children like they always showed in the movies, but now you are terrified. It wasn't supposed to be like this. You're barely twenty-three years old, you haven't even finished your second year of editorial editing. It was assumed that when you had children you would be at least over twenty-seven, your career—a career you were truly passionate about—would be finished, you would have a good job, and you would be married. You tried to console yourself by telling yourself that at least you're in a stable relationship. You and Aemond have been dating for three years. You two knew each other since you were little because your godmother is Aemond's older sister and then you ended up attending the same school so you spent a lot of time together. You still remember like it was yesterday how nervous you were when you first kissed Aemond during New Year's. You were afraid of ruining your friendship and that things would become awkward but he didn't pull away when you kissed him he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him. That night they hid from everyone and spent the rest of the celebration kissing. The next day they started dating. From there everything was wonderful. Like any couple, you and Aemond have your run-ins—like when you argued because you didn't like the way he behaved with Jace, your best friend, or when Aemond got mad at you because you made the two of you leave the restaurant you were having a date at. to pick up a drunk Aegon in a bar again—but there was definitely more joy than displeasure in your relationship with Aemond. You saw yourself having a future with him, you could see yourself perfectly next to him in your white dress. You can imagine Aemond putting a baby to sleep while he lulls it to sleep in High Valyrian. Are you sure you want a future with Aemond. But you're terrified of his reaction to this unexpected news. What would you do if Aemond didn't want to keep the baby? You would have to break up with him. Even though you were scared, you knew you wanted to keep the baby. That was clear to you.

You heard the door open and it didn't take long for your boyfriend to enter. You got up from the couch and went to hug him. Whenever he returned home you welcomed him with a hug and kisses. This time you held on to him longer than usual, wanting to remember the feeling of Aemond's arms around you in case this was the last time.

You were about to kiss him but he turned your face away from him making your heart skip a beat. Before you could move away he gently grabbed your chin and studied you carefully. Of course, he had realized something was happening to you when you were clinging so fiercely to him.

“What's wrong?” he asked. Aemond first wanted to know what was happening to you before you kissed him.

Once again you regretted kicking Rhaena and Jace out. At least you should have taken advantage of this time alone to practice in front of the mirror how to tell your boyfriend that you are pregnant. Or you could have called your parents to help you. Although knowing them they would tell you to keep the secret so that the three of them could plan a big announcement together. But you couldn't wait, you need to know now what Aemond was thinking. You needed to know whether or not he would be with you on this trip.

“Y/n?” Your boyfriend called you, feeling his concern growing with every second that you remained silent.

“I think I'm pregnant” You closed your eyes feeling frustrated with yourself and hurried to correct yourself “I mean, I'm pregnant” You tried not to panic as you felt him move away from you “I haven't had any blood tests done yet but I'm One hundred percent sure I'm pregnant. I took five pregnancy tests and they all came back positive.”Your nerves were evident because you were talking faster than normal and you couldn't stop gesturing with your hands.

Aemond felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water on him. This was not in his plans. Right now he was focused on opening his own publishing house, he needed to focus all of his attention on that, he didn't need a distraction and a baby would be that. Taking care of a child would take up too much time. But I couldn't tell you that. I'd be an idiot if I told you that. His mother didn't raise him to be an idiot.

“Marry me,” he said, knowing it was the right thing to do. Besides, ever since you two moved in together, he knew you were going to get married. He knows that he wants to spend the rest of his life waking up next to you, he wants your face to be the first and last thing he sees, he wants to come home and always be greeted with your kisses, he wants you to tell him about your day while the two of you have dinner, He wants to hear your theories about the TV shows you watch together. Aemond wants everything with you, even the most mundane things like going grocery shopping or walking the dogs. He loves you. The only reasons Aemond hadn't proposed to you already was because he wanted to wait until you finished college and he wanted his publishing company to be established. Planning a wedding was a big deal and you two didn't have time for that. But now it didn't matter anymore. “Marry me,” he said again with a smile as he saw how you opened your eyes and looked at him as if he were giving you the moon.

You couldn't help but laugh at yourself, feeling like an idiot for doubting Aemond. Maybe it wasn't the romantic proposal you had dreamed of but you didn't care. You were so relieved and so glad you didn't have to do this alone.

“Yes,” you responded with your heart racing and tears in your eyes. “Yes!” you repeated louder this time before throwing yourself into your fiancé's arms. You began to laugh as Aemond picked you up and spun you around. Your fears were forgotten. The only thing you felt at that moment was happiness.

Present

Aemon found it strange that when he arrived at camp Rickon was not waiting for him at the entrance like the previous years. He assumed this time that the trip had tired him too much and he went to take a nap in his cabin. So he decided to go there first instead of searching for him throughout the rest of the camp. If Rickon wasn't there at least he would leave his suitcases so he could walk comfortably.

When he entered the cabin he expected to find it empty or his best friend sleeping. He never imagined that an almost exact copy of him would be found walking back and forth all over the place. Aemon is not proud but his first reaction is to scream and throw his suitcase at him with all his might.

“Dude, what the hell?!” his copy shouted, barely managing to cum in time to avoid being hit.

“What happened?!” Rickon asked, also screaming, running out of the bathroom. “Aemon you finally arrived!” He ran to hug him.

Aemon barely moved his arms to hug Rickon but his eyes did not leave the other boy who was too similar to him. The copy of him didn't stop looking at him either, the two of them were studying each other. The only difference is that the stranger had much shorter hair than Aemon and did not have tanned skin like him. But Aemon knew that if he hadn't been sailing in the sun with his grandparents just a few days ago then he would look just like the copy of him.

"Who is he?" Aemon asked breaking the hug, no longer able to stand his curiosity. If he had encountered the copy of him years ago he would have thought that it was some kind of prank by Rickon or that maybe it was an evil clone but now he knew that it didn't make sense. The only logical explanation he could think of was that he had a missing twin but that didn't make sense because his mom would never hide something as big as this from him.

“Aemon do you need glasses? It's obvious that he's a copy of you," said the dark-haired boy, earning an angry look from the other two boys. “Don't do that, it's weird,” he complained.

“I am not Aemon's copy. In any case, he is my copy,” declared the short-haired boy.

“I met Aemon before so you are a copy of him.”

“Wait, why does he know my name?” Aemon interrupted before the other two continued fighting over who the copy was. He needed to know what was going on before he gave him a headache. Although since he saw the stranger he began to feel bad. It was disconcerting to see someone just like himself. He made him feel uncomfortable. Not even Joffrey looked that much like him, and she was his brother.

Aemon wanted to know who this boy was, why he looked so much like him, and why this was the first time he had met him. But at the same time, he was afraid. He could already sense that his life would be different after this camp. He decided to sit on the nearest bed to avoid running out and ask one of the caregivers for his cell phone to call his parents to come back to look for him. Maybe he should have let Mom walk him to the cabin like she wanted.

“Your friend thought I was you, he came up shouting your name when I was with my uncle Daeron. My uncle said that he knew you and that I should stay with Rickon until you showed up. Now I see why he insisted so much."

Aemon was sure he had heard Daeron's name before but he was sure he had never met him. Without realizing it he began to move his leg up and down trying to remember that he knew about Daeron but nothing came to mind.

“I am Baelon Targaryen,” the boy introduced himself, looking at him with concern and Aemon squeezed his leg to prevent himself from moving it further. “I think I'm your twin.”

“No,” the long-haired boy denied instantly.

“Dude, we're literally copies of each other!” Baelon said, frustration evident in his voice, pointing at Aemon and then at himself.

Rickon gave Baelon a look telling him to shut up. In the few hours that he had known him, Baelon had never seen Rickon so serious, so he crossed his arms indignantly and watched silently and attentively as Stark sat next to his twin.

“I know it seems crazy, Aemon, but I really think Baelon is right,” said the dark-haired boy, looking at his friend with concern. Rickon wouldn't know how to react either if he suddenly found out that he had a twin. “The two are copies of each other. Besides, he grew up without knowing his mom and you grew up without knowing your dad. I don't think it's a coincidence. Just like I don't think it's a coincidence that Baelon's uncle knew you."

Aemon looked at his best friend before turning his attention to his possible new brother. “When were you born?”

"June 20th. I guess just like you," said Baelon, and was satisfied when he saw that his twin nodded. "I have a photo of Mom!" He suddenly remembered the photo that he had stolen from Dad a long time ago and that he had hidden in his luggage. “You can see her and confirm that she is our mom,” he said excitedly, thinking that this way Aemon could no longer deny his relationship. He couldn't help but be excited at the thought that he was no longer alone, he had a brother. He had always seen how close his uncle Daeron was to his dad and his other uncles and he remembered wanting to have the same.

Baelon ran to grab his suitcase and began to take out all of his clothes, not caring about the mess, until he found the latest Boku no Hero manga that he was reading and triumphantly pulled out one of the pages the photo of her mother with him in her arms while she kissed his cheek, her eyes were only on him, not caring to look at the camera.

“Look,” he said, handing the photo proudly to Aemon. The photo wasn't complete, it was obvious that someone had cut it in half but Baelon didn't care. That photo was one of his most prized possessions. He looked at her every day before going to sleep because he reminded him that his mom loves him.

“Oh, shit,” Aemon muttered before handing the photo back to him.

“It's her, right?” Baelon asked, watching with anticipation as it was now Aemon who was searching for something in his suitcase. Aemon, unlike him, was not throwing his clothes everywhere. He felt his heart race when he saw how his twin took out a notebook and took something out of it.

“Is this your dad?” Aemon asked, giving him a photo. Baelon nodded several times, unable to say anything out of emotion. His dad wasn't looking at the camera but he wasn't looking at the baby he was holding either. He just looked to the side with a smile.

Baelon took both photos and placed them side by side on the bed. The photo was now complete. Dad was looking at Mom. If Baelon hadn't been so engrossed in looking at the photo then he would have noticed Aemon and Rickon exchanging glances.

“I told you we're twins!” Baelon said with a big smile once he snapped out of the shock of nudging Aemon.

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sleeplesssmoll · 4 months

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Finding the moment Schneider and Vertin's dynamic shifted.

This scene inspired me because we see Schneider's anger emerge, albeit subtly.

It almost seemed like Schneider was planning on letting Vertin live once again, like in the beginning when they first met. She was going to give Vertin a chop on the neck during their duel to knock her out.

But then Vertin repeats the lie that Forget-Me-Not Me Not told her. After hearing Vertin promise her a shelter, she turns her gun on her instead. Why would she trust the words of someone from the Foundation who rejected her and her family?

Hearing this proposal must have hit a nerve. It's important to note that at this point in time she only likes Vertin's looks and she respects her fighting skill. She has absolutely no reason to trust Vertin's words and every reason to resent the Foundation's dog. It's easy to forget since she's such a flirt in the main story but there is a lot of anger in her. She is a Mafia Boss. She provides for her 11 sisters and her parents in a world that constantly takes from her without giving a shred of mercy. If you’re curious about this, the link below has Schneider's snippets from the atlas, but for my purposes I'll only use a small section.

The Opportunist and the Sticky Gum

“Her figure might be frail, but her eyes are filled with cold anger. Maybe she had been rejected just now or even insulted. She walked up to the square center with a firm step, like a warrior.”

This is Schneider as she watched Sonetto take the mission capsule she tampered with back to Vertin. In the Walden, we see this warrior fighting for her family and Vertin is now an obstacle.

Also, she seemed genuinely annoyed at the lack of concern Vertin had for the wounds she inflicted. Her voice starts off in that same playful, flirty tone when she says “that's really annoying” and then she sounds genuinely pissed when she talks about shooting Vertin in the thigh (I'd place a clip here but there's a limit. Would recommend going back and listening to get the full picture). She is getting frustrated.

However, things change when Vertin and the others help her sister. I think the true turning point in their relationship is when Vertin pushed Sonetto out of the hole to escape Druvis and Schneider did the same for Marian.

Earlier when Schneider was talking to Forget-Me-Not, she mentioned the importance of family and brotherhood. We also know she loves her family dearly which is why she's in this mess.

Schneider and Vertin sacrifice themselves for the people they love. She's finally met someone who gives a damn about loyalty and they are on the same side as her.

While they're fighting together, Schneider is heavily injured and Vertin covers for her. If Vertin, the one with the gunshot wounds, is in better shape than Schneider then it's a very rough situation. Nonetheless, she respects Vertin's fruitless attempts of resistance and considers her brave. She tells Vertin to shoot her in the chest when the time comes. Here, she is putting her faith in Vertin because she has no other choice. This is her only chance.

Later on in Popular Literature Vertin brings Schneider a healing potion and food she stole because she assumes Schneider must be hungry. You know what she brought?

Cake!

If we ignore the horrors of hindsight where Schneider is a human so the cake must not have looked like cake due to Storm Syndrome, it's a very sweet gesture. The healing potion tastes awful, so maybe she chose the cake over other foods as a way to make it easier to deal with. This is the climax where Vertin follows through on her promise and proves she is someone Schneider can trust. The cake also shows Vertin's empathy, something we see Schneider doesn't receive often. She's trying to make her as comfortable as possible instead of treating her as a pawn in her greater plan. They're working as a team, not as lord and subject.

#reverse 1999 #vertin #schneider #character analysis #i want to see a cutscene of their fight!

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lvieee · 5 months

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5,200.04 km away | shen ricky

pairing : nonidolricky x reader

genre : fluff, angst

sypnosis : being in a long distance relationship can be difficult at times, communication’s the key to the problem, but what happens if you don’t?

staring at your phone, his contact name flashed on your screen. isn’t he supposed to be in class right now? why’s he calling you all of a sudden? you hesitated for a moment before swiping to answer, “hey, what’s up aren’t you supposed to be in class right now?” you ask him.

he sighed at the other end, the weariness evident in his breath as a result from a long day “my professor called in sick so he gave us shit tons of assignments to do instead, starting to question my life choices to be honest.” he says from the other end.

leaning back on your chair, you let out a chuckle at what he said “hold on a little longer, it’s almost sem break.” you tell him trying to lift up the mood a little.

“i miss you” he confesses out of the blue. the words hanging in the air, heavy with the weight of the distance that separates the two of you. you could tell from his voice how tired he is.

“i miss you too rui” you reply, words hanging a bit uncertain, unsure of how to offer comfort across the distance.

you and ricky were what people would call high school sweethearts, you would have lunch together with his and your friends, walk together to class, have study dates—he’d tutor you in subjects you didn’t do quite well in which you are still amazed at how good he is at it, and you’d do the same for him to return the favor. but all changed after graduation, when the two of you seperated going on different paths.

the both of you have talked about this a few times before, even when you two were still in what people usually call the “talking phase”. curious you’d bring up this topic to him as you two would be graduating not very long later.

you both knew the consequences of getting into a long distance relationship, the hardest one being not being able to see each other face to face for a long period of time, feeling lonely even though you have a partner. but hey it’s not like we’re living back in the days like before, even then people would send out letters to their loved ones, you can still talk to him through messaging and calls.

but its not so easy sometimes seeing not just your friends but also everyone on social media doing regular couple stuff, going on dinner dates, going to the movies together. sometimes you just wished you could smash through whatever’s keeping you and ricky from doing the same.

despite all the challenges, you two were the ones who agreed to continue this relationship in the first place, hoping that all efforts the both of you put in at the moment will one day pay off.

“anyways, any plans on sem break?” he asks you through the other end breaking the silence “haven’t really thoufht about it yet, what about you?” you respond asking him back

“same, just want everything to be done honestly. so much things to do, i’m gonna go crazy.” he rambles

“when’s ur break starting?” you ask him pulling your back up from the chair fixing your posture to sit up straight.

“in about three weeks i guess?” he responded back, crossing his arms placing it on the table, head leaning forward closer to his screen to get a better look at you. “what are you doing?” he asks you.

you then take your phone, bringing your camera to show him what you’re working on — “oof, 加油” (jiā yóu — good luck)

putting back your phone to where it was earlier, still showing your face, you suddenly yawned, reminding you of how late it is and how you should call it a day and go to sleep.

“go to sleep dear, it’s already so late there.” he reminds you — though he still wants to spend more time with you even through the phone, your different time zones don’t allow you to.

“10 more minutes” you responded eyes still glued to the screen not wanting to sleep yet with the amount of undone tasks you have.

you can’t deny, the time you two are spending on each other are getting lesser day by day, assignments adding up as soon as you finish one, different time zones — him wanting to stay up to talk to you on times you are free, but you not letting him cause he has class the next day even though you know deep down how much you want to spend time with him, but you don’t want to be the reason he’s tired the next day. and the same goes for you as well, you wanting to stay up late to talk to him, but him not letting you do so for the same reasons.

its usually times when you’re free, he’s either sleeping or he’s at class. so sundays it is when you two could catch up after a busy week.

despite all its negatives, there were also times when he would ask you out on “virtual dates” like watching movies together, playing games late at night screaming and laughing at how dumb the both of you are at the game, there were also times where he would match up with your time just so you two could have a meal together just like how it used to be back in the days—and by that i mean he would not eat for a couple hours to match up with your time just you two could dine together even through online. he’d set up his place, place candles on his desk, get a wine glass just to fill it with anything but alcohol.

“what’s with the candles?” you ask him laughing. “omg is that wine?” you say noticing the wine glass filled with what you thought was wine. “its grape juice.” hearing him say that it’s not made you laugh even more continued by him showing you the bottle of grape juice and suddenly making tapping noises on it “asmr” he smiling as he whisperes to his microphone only making you burst out laughing even more at his acts.

“did you change your lights?” you ask after noticing the change of ambience in his place which wasn’t usually this warm. “yeah isn’t it nice” he responds to your question while looking around at his surroundings. “what are you having for dinner mr shen?” you ask him teasingly. the effort he put in to make the it feel like a fancy restaurant while you’re in your room, dressed in loungewear and just a cup of cup noodles in front of you cause you didn’t feel like cooking or ordering from outside save money.

he then shows you the meal he cooked just now, he’s definitely improved his cooking skills after living alone for a few months now. “oooo looks nice, how long did it take you to make that?” you ask him, trying to keep the conversation going.

he takes a bite into the chicken he made “hmm about 40 ish minutes, it wasn’t as difficult as it thought it would be.” he said after chewing on his food. “i should add more pepper wait here i’ll go grab it.” he says before leaving to grab the seasoning and continue to have dinner with you after months of being away.

not only virtual dinner dates, he would send you gifts, buy you things out of nowhere and it suddenly arriving at your home. he would also send you packages from his place filled with snacks you’ve always wanted to try, snacks he recommends, random things he bought, and we can’t forget; his hoodies or sweaters that he made sure to spray with his perfume before sending it out to you.

not only him, but you too would send him packages filled with snacks you want him to try, random things and hand written letters you write on your freetime. sometimes, you two would wait for the package to arrive at your homes, and unbox them on facetime together to get each other’s reactions.

you could be doing the dishes or even your laundry while talking, rambling about your day while he sits there watches and listens to you rant about your teammate not doing their part on the group assignment.

he could be cooking, or even cleaning which he still hasn’t gotten used to since he used to rarely do housework back then before college, he’d call you, asking you what to put in his soup, how you cook certain meals or sometimes at days when he’s not in the mood to cook, he’d just order takeout and would still call you, have you decide on what he should eat.

as the end of semester came rolling round, you two found yourselves swallowed by the relentless tide of responsibilities. what used to be daily messages and calls that bridged the distance became less frequent, late night calls where either him or you used to talk, relax and do anything turned into brief and hurried messages of words of encouragement, pushing each other to do their best on their examinations.

ricky : still alive?

you : barely

ricky : goodluck tomorrow, don’t stay up too late.

you : you too ❤️

you : totally bombed the test

hours later

ricky : hey, sorry was studying just now.

ricky : bombed mine too

you : oh shut up, you say that then end up acing the test.

ricky : not this time

you : still up?

late night cramming, and early morning revisions and also time zones left little room for the usual routine that you used to have, past messages and call histories turned into bittersweet reminders of what once was.

as the last exam wraps up, a heavy silence settled between the two of you. weeks of stress and exhaustion left little to no energy for the emotional reconnection the both of you desperately needed.

you : good luck on your last exam!

ricky : thanks, you too dear 🤍

each passing day bringing more tension. both survived the exams but it feels like you’re slowly loosing something in the process.

after days of suffocating silence, you reached your breaking point. the weight of unspoken words and the distance became too much to bare. feeling even more upset after the way he responded to your message; like he was in such a big hurry. how he wouldn’t start conversations without you talking to him first.

ricky : what are you up to?

ricky : i miss youuu

ricky : wanna call?

reading his message felt like salt on an open wound, he’d just text you like as if the past few days of no contact hadn’t bothered you.

seeing his name pop up on the side of your screen, you think about it for a moment before picking up. in the dimly lit room, his face glowed softly, illuminated by the bright computer screen in front of him.

“hey” he says while adjusting his thin framed glasses he usually wears. “what are you up to?” he asks you. you didn’t feel like giving him a long answer on what you’ve been up to these days when he hadn’t made effort on contacting you. “nothing much” you say nonchalantly hoping he wouldn’t question you even more.

“oh” was all he let out to your response. you two then stayed there in silence, not saying a word to each other despite being on call. he’s doing whatever he’s doing on his computer and you’re scrolling through your social media not really wanting to start a conversation with him.

you know it is quite unreasonable that you picked up the call with zero intentions on talking to him just to get his reaction but you hadn’t gotten one so far. it was like he was fine with you two not talking.

this made you even more upset. “i need to go, talk to you later bye.” you said before hanging up on the call. he didn’t even have time to respond before you hung up that quickly.

but on his side he found it wierd that you changed all of a sudden, you suddenly not talking as much. daily updates from you became less often, almost none ad the day passes by. assuming that you were busy and he didn’t want to bother you. he decided to wait for you to initiate contact then go with the flow.

as hours passed by without your usual updates and messages, he began contemplating the silence. maybe you truly were busy and had no time to talk. hesitant to disturb your presumed busy schedule, he refrained from reaching out, leaving the the distance even more quiet. with each passing hour, it felt like the uncertainty was getting even cloudier without the usual chitchat.

they say communication’s the key to a healthy relationship. right? so then why are you so persistent on not talking to him, basically giving him the silent treatment. waiting for him to make the first move. you very badly wanted the silence to end, but why are you so hesitant on reaching out? the questions flood in your mind—does he not care? does he not find it wierd that you’re not reaching out as much? is he seeing someone else? does he still wanna be with you? frustration creeps in as your thoughts spiral.

as days go by, still no contact. admist the chaos of your thoughts and the akward silence, there’s this tiny hope—maybe he’s going through the same uncertainty. then it hits you that this isn’t a solo mission and that you should communicate through problems like this.

you : still up?

you shoot him a text, hoping he’s still up wich you were pretty sure he was. you knew his sleeping schedule, especially during breaks when he’d stay up till the crack of dawn, either glued to his computer or just chilling. late night talks, scrolling through social media, gaming. he wasn’t exactly an early bird.

so you sit there, waiting for his response hoping he’d reply quicker. then you see those three dots pop up—he’s typing. feeling even more nervous, wondering what’s on his mind in the middle of the night.

ricky : yeah, can we talk?

surprised at his response. it was like he could read your mind even through the distance. getting up from your bed, sitting on your chair you turn on your laptop to video call him.

waiting for him to pick up, you scroll through your phone to ease your mind. you then hear your laptop notify you that he’s picked up. “hey” he says breaking the silence.

“hey ricky” you greet him back. which was unsual—you’d always call him by nicknames, babe, dear, love etcetc. him hearing you call him by his name sounded wierd.

“so…” you say after taking a deep breath. “how’ve you been?” he asks you but it was akward this time. “nothing much, you?” you respond, asking him the same question. hearing him click his tounge you could tell he was frustrated “look, i- to be honest with you im pretty sure you’ve noticed already, we haven’t been talking as much.” he says straight to the point, quickly which he does when he’s nervous.

you stared at your screen for a second not knowing how to respond. but part of you felt relieved that he also felt the same way. “i know this might be wierd for me to say all of a sudden but did i do anything wrong? it’s killing me that we’re not talking.” he asks you genuinely confused.

your heart skips a beat hearing him say that. his unexpected honesty catches you by surprise. “i- it’s just that i noticed you haven’t been very active these past few days you don’t respond to my messages like how you used to, i know you’ve been busy with exams and all, i understand that but it just kind of continued till after exams which kind of confused me to be honest. i assumed you really were busy so i thought it was better for me not to bother you so much.” you explained, coming clean to what you’ve been feeling lately—“and…to be honest with you too, i have been wanting to talk to you about this past few days ago, i just hadn’t got the courage to.. i’m sorry.” you apologized.

giving him the silent treatment wasn’t going to solve the problem. so you thought it would be best to be honest with him and talk to him about what’s been on your mind.

taking a deep breath, processing what you just said earlier “i actually thought the same about you, you haven’t been very active. and i figured you were caught up in stuff” he says feeling bad, all this happened because of miscommunication.

“yeah, i get that” you acknowledge, feeling relieved that you’re both on the same page, getting what each other’s saying in your conversation. “we totally should’ve talked about it sooner, huh?”

you chuckle softly “yeah, maybe we’re not so mind reading savvy as we thought.”

“promise me you’ll talk to me if we have any problems?” he asks you putting up his pinky making a pinky promise. “yeah” you reply also putting up your pinky.

as the conversation continues, you both realise you’ve been on the same tricky journey. it’s like a lightbulb moment, and you feel the tension melt away replaced by a sense of connection after confusion.

the chat goes on, it’s like the fog lifts. back to goofy emojis, jokes, and laughs. leaving the tension an issue behind.

“any plans yet?” he asks you thinking about going to yoir place this sem break. “no not really, you?” you ask him back.

“should i go to your place?” he asks you, tilting his head slightly while looking at you through his screen. surprised, “what really?” you ask him getting excited over the thought of being able to see him again after months being away from each other.

“it’s up to you, you know” he says making it a choice for you to decide. “yeah of course” you say excited. “when tho?” you ask him while thinking of what you two should do when he visits, food he needs to try, places you two should go; places you wanted to go but couldn’t cause you didn’t want to be alone, no. cause you wanted to go with him.

“next week? tuesday or wednesday?” he replies while looking at available flights from his to your place. “tuesday, tuesday aahh im so excited.”

“right, then tuesday it is”

part 2

#zerobaseone #shen quanrui #zb1 x reader #zb1 #ricky zb1 #ricky x reader #shen ricky #ricky shen #shen ricky x reader #zb1 angst #zb1 scenarios #zb1 fluff #long distance relationship #not super proud of this i haven’t posted in soo long help #ricky x you #shen quan rui #ricky boys planet #ricky

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mimicha-arts · 8 months

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Date: 09/13/2023 In my previous post, I wrote that time in s2 is broken and dead. I was curious if this was true for s1, too… For me the main problem of the last month was the dates in the files (character intros), the date of Emma's death + September 9th mentioned in episode 3, so I tried to consider these as related things. I always was confused by April-September thing, I thought that it is a mistake, but. Probably not. So. Let's break down the first episode! It was a deep dive, I'm not sure how real any of this can be, but (c) Let's divide everything into three parts:

Сhronology

It's not about Quede

April is not April

WARNING: SPOILERS

Chronology

April 16, which we see hours later that day. Qiao Ling receives an order from an unknown customer.

The goal is to get financial core data of Quede company. Information has to be obtained by diving in Emma, during the last financial settlement meeting before the release of the financial report, 2 days ago, on the April 14th, photo was posted at 10 pm.

Additionally, it is mentioned that there was an earlier photo, but they start with the most recent one so that the information is not “outdated”.

Events take place from April 16th to 17th in the present for Lu Guang. From April 14th to 15th in the past for Emma and Cheng Xiaoshi.

April 14th: 10:00 pm - start of diving. As Emma, Cheng Xiaoshi lived through the events in the company's office and stayed for overwork.

April 15th: About 2:45 a.m. Emma's parents text to her, Cheng Xiaoshi decided to reply.

9-10 am, morning, the meeting began. A conflict situation occurs, the laptop falls, Emma!Xiaoshi is on the floor. Lu Guang records data from the screen - Cheng Xiaoshi returns to the present time.

Later this day. Somewhere later that day, information about the company is leaked, involved people are arrested (news from April 17th)

Before 10 pm: Emma comes home after this day, she realizes that the situation with Quede is a stain on her career, because she was Mr.Zhu's assistant, there is no way for her to find a job in this field anymore.

Lately she discovers messages (02:48, that Cheng Xiaoshi texted) with her parents - this becomes her motivation for a call. It's the same day, still today (今天）- April 15th. This is the reason why we know that the disclosure of the company's affairs occurred on the same day after the meeting.

After 10 pm, before 10:30 pm Emma goes to the train station but runs into Liu Min, agrees to go with him.

About 10:34 p.m Liu Min attacks Emma.

Somewhere between April 15th and 16th. An accident occurs, Liu Min will be left paralyzed.

April 16: At the moment of dawn, Emma jumps from the bridge.

Later this day, Quede Company was suspended (news from the 17th)

Later, Emma's body is found in the river in the evening (mentioned as "yesterday", news from the 17th)

April 17: present 9-10 am: Lu Guang gives instructions to Xiaoshi, they successfully obtain the information, Xiaoshi returns to the “present” time.” Evening, the same day: We receive information about the disclosure of financial fraud in the past tense until the 17th from the news at the end of the ep. Additional note: in these events, there is another Cheng Xiaoshi from the "future" (events of October 22-23), who hides first in Liu Min's trunk, and then on the bridge with Emma. The chronology of events can be written as follows:

So it's clear - Lu Guang himself receives the necessary information about the company on the 17th at 10 am. By that time, Mr. Zhu had already been arrested 2 days ago and the company's activities had been suspended 1 day ago. Precisely because of financial fraud.

Also his reaction to Emma's death is interesting. Okay, that's a guess, but I always had the feeling that he knew she was dead from the very beginning of the case.

2. It's not about Quede

And so, we know that data about the company and financial fraud were already published on the 15th. The question remains simple - why did the mysterious unnamed client need the data, since he would have received it only on the 17th, after information about the fraud in Quede was already made public before they (the client) offered this task/job. So what other events are happening on nearby dates? They're not in the episode, they're in the characters intro. Obviously, the unknown client was unknown for a reason. As we also know, there is a character (or characters, there are 2 signatures on the documents) who are collecting dossiers on the main trio. There is a high chance that all of this is connected. This event takes place from the 14th to the 17th in total. Date on Qiao Ling's file: april 8th Lu Guang's file: april 10th Cheng Xiaoshi's file: april 12th

Documents for Lu Guang should be destroyed on the 17th, for Xiaoshi - on the 19th. This timing is kinda perfect. In my opinion, this task/job came as part of an "investigation" so that the unknown could better study the process of trio's work, understand the abilities of Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang, probably, what their time limits are. So, yes. If we look at it from this side, this is not about Quede, it is not about financial fraud, it has never been about it. This research is to answer questions about the abilities of Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang that remained on the files.

3. April is not April

April is a lie. Events take place in September. Although it��s more likely that the time has already been broken since the first season, and we technically don’t know which one is correct. Although Lu Guang's watch and documents (character dossiers) point to April, real events cannot possibly take place in April for many reasons.

1. 3rd financial quarter This is the main reason. This is stated in the first episode by Qiao Ling, and should immediately raise questions. The third quarter cannot possibly be April, absolutely. Because the following months are considered the third quarter: July, August, September.

2. News, 3rd ep Qiao Ling listens to the news on her headphones. We are not given a name, but the circumstances are the same - we learn that Emma's "suicide" was most likely a murder. Once again, it's September.

3. Cold weather is coming Emma's parents arrive to bring Emma warm clothes and mention that it is getting colder. If it were April, on the contrary, it would only get hotter, but everything is different when it comes to autumn.

4. Murders I am firmly convinced that the numbering of victims does not correspond to the real chronology. Yes, we know that there were more victims, and Emma was never "first", I mean those cases that were consolidated by the police and are in Xiao Li's documents. We have dates for an early murder in April, Emma being somewhere in the middle of that "break", since she was killed in both “April” and “September”, and there were murders after her, where the month was not indicated. Which once again points to the fact that something is wrong with these two months. Now things are going to get confusing, we consider April like September here. I can't see and understand details, so I'm only able to find the dates, since the numbers can at least be distinguished. Emma is considered the first murder only by number (died "April-September" 16th), but number 4 (Zao Cai, a blond man) died before her, "April-September", 2nd. In the folder, her documents go after his case. I think the fact is that initially the police believed that Emma committed suicide; at first, her case was not classified as a part of a series of murders, so police did not assign a chronological fifth number, but later, with new clues, simply moved her old documents in the "correct" chronological order to fifth place.

This technically makes Emma a 5 case… Or even a 6th. Because case 6 (Nan You) is also not without mysteries. The date of death is 14. I'm not sure why they put her file after Emma. Maybe they're unsure of the date or something and it's just an estimated date? So her date of death also “fell out of space.” But if 14 is correct, then this girl died 2 days earlier than Emma herself, and Emma technically becomes case 6.

The eighth case (Zhao Lin) occurs on 25th. The mystical 7 case is somewhere before that date, but we don't know how much of this is actual April or September.

In addition to mysterious 7th case, we also have 3 other earlier victims. They had to die before "April-September" 2nd, so the time of their death is roughly "March-August". We haven't seen their documents, but we know about their cases because of the photographs (the girl in the pink suit is probably the girl with the dog from ep11, since the BG is the same)

And also Xu Shanshan.

Who technically didn't die due to the time loop, but most likely "died" (since Lu Guang was thrown out) in the original events, which was still visible for Lu Guang in the unaltered photo.

I mentioned this in the post about s2 - the interesting thing is that Xu Shanshan's phone, as shown in s2, does not have a single photo from May to the end of October (current events with unknown date), which is quite. Strange.

All the murders had to happen with the similar style and certain time frame that they could be connected as a series. Given the news about Xu Shanshan: it was written - no new murders had occurred for several weeks (数周未出现新的受害者), which fits the September-October period (s1 ends at October 23). So we know for sure that the last cases with unspecified months should have occurred in September.

So. Obtaining financial information as a goal does not make sense, "someone" studies our main characters at the "perfect time", and all the dates are intertwined and have inaccurate implications. Like, almost half a year was literally “stolen” from time? Or something similar. The dates are so deliberately strange that I am speculating solely that time was broken from this point already, not even in s2 - what happened can only be speculated for now until we are told the background of Lu Guang's story. And who is the real 7th victim if April and September are mixed up, and the time has been “changed”. The funny thing is that everything also connected to the birthdays: April 15th - Cheng Xiaoshi's birthday September 16th - Qian Jin's birthday October 23th - the day Lu Guang was stabbed, exactly before his birthday Maybe I understand something incorrectly and I'm going down the wrong path altogether. No conclusions. My CPU is blown up. Thank you @wrathyforest for discussing this with me, trying to find connections, completing everything with time points, you are the best!

#link click #shiguang dailiren #link click s2 #link click spoilers #I myself died like Emma while writing this #I don't know how many times I rewatched s1 at this point #I need to sleep #mimicha.lc

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miss-hyoko · 1 year

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Teasing Him Ft. Savanaclaw

Character(s): Leona, Ruggie, and Jack

Summary: You're trying to tease him

Tag(s) and warning(s): GN!Reader, fluff, romantic, established relationship, mutual pining, cringe pickup lines

Note: Yayy, another day means another fluffiness. Today we have the Savanaclaw boys to be teased💃💃

1. Leona Kingscholar

Today is one of those rare days for the members of Spelldrive Club. All of that because their club leader, Leona, who usually skips the club activity, suddenly joins them in practice. You're a little curious about Leona's sudden burst of motivation, but that doesn't really matter when you finally see your boyfriend play on the field. The way he leads other people, the passion in his eyes, all of that is very different from his usual lazy self. And it becomes his special charm that makes you head over heels for him.

When it's time to rest, Leona comes to you who was sitting in the shade of a tree. You gave Leona the water and towel that you had prepared earlier, making him mutter a quick thank you. Looking at him this close, you once again realize how charming Leona can be; making you involuntarily heave a dreamy sigh, feeling lucky to be his lover.

“Why the sigh, herbivore?” Leona asked nonchalantly, but you can catch the subtle worry in his tone.

“No biggie, just wondering about something.”

Leona rolls his eyes, uninterested. But as his lover, somehow you could tell the meaning of every expression on Leona's face. Therefore, you know that just now, he doesn't really mind if you want to tell him what's on your mind. But whether he'll give you a response depends on what you're going to say.

“I'm just wondering, is it possible that your real name is Dion?”

“Hah? What kind of nonsense is this, herbivore?” A frown appeared on his face, “Are you amnesiac or worse, suddenly become stupid?”

Ignoring his harsh words, you laughed lightly and tried to return his focus to your question earlier.

“Come on, Leona, that's not how you answer it. You should be asking me, why do I think that way?”

At your words, Leona suddenly narrowed his eyes suspiciously, realizing that you're up for something again. But facing your expectant gaze, Leona could only take a deep breath and give in.

“Ughh, finee,” he huffed and folded his arms across his chest, “Speak, herbivore. How can you even think my name is Dion?”

Delighted that Leona finally followed along, you smiled broadly and answered his question with a playful wink.

“Because you are Dionly man for me.”

Hearing your own answer, you giggled while the Leona you teased just rolled his eyes lazily.

“Really, herbivores? That's all that you've got?” Saying that, he then grinned and brought his face closer to yours, which made you suddenly flustered.

“Since you've already said that I'm the only man for you, how about I claim you back? Not now, but later in my room.”

2. Ruggie Bucchi

While shopping at Sam's shop, you run into Ruggie who happened to be running an errand for Leona. Both of you talk for a bit before finally paying for your groceries. When you're about to pay, you realize too late that your money is lacking. Before you can apologize to Sam and put your groceries back on the shelves, Ruggie comes over to your side and starts bargaining with Sam.

Their debate is so fierce, there's no room left for you. Once you came back to reality, Ruggie had successfully won the bargain so you only had to pay a third of the original price. Coming out of Sam's shop, Ruggie offers to walk you back, but you declined because you would rather not hold him any longer considering he was running errands for Leona. But… you still want to spend more time with him. So, taking the middle path, you choose to accompany him to deliver the goods back to Leona and then enjoy some time with him in Savanaclaw.

“Hey, you sure you don't mind this?” Ruggie asked on the way back to his dorm. “I mean, you know how busy I've been lately. After I gave these things to Leona, I still had many chores to do. I wasn't sure I could stay with you for too long.”

“No problem,” you answered rather quickly. “I can help you get your work done faster so that we can spend more time together.”

When Ruggie heard that you didn't mind lending him a hand, his tail subconsciously waggled in anticipation. He tried very hard to keep his tail under control while holding back his embarrassment, meanwhile you just laugh seeing the scene.

After his tail calmed down enough, Ruggie cleared his throat to get your attention back, "T-that is a very tempting offer. But you don't have to sweat over it, 'kay? There's no way I'll let my lover do the menial work that should be my job.”

“But, what if I insist on helping you?” You ask again, offering your help once more with a gentle smile.

“Shishishi. Then, who am I to refuse your kindness twice?” Ruggie let out his unique laugh and once again, his tail was wagging happily.

“You know, sometimes I think you're weird,” he said suddenly, looking straight into your eyes. “Normally, people always try not to add more work to their plate. But why are you the other way around? Aren't you too kind?”

“Oh, Ruggie, I'm not such a good person.” You laughed lightly at your boyfriend's question. “I helped you because it was the job I most wanted.”

“Huh?! The job you want the most is to help me?" Ruggie pointed to himself, the man's cheeks flushed red hearing your answer that was beyond expectations.

Seeing his flustered expression, the smile on your face widened even more.

“You're almost right. But to be more precise, the job I want most is to be with you all the time.”

Ruggie's brain seems to stop working when you say that. His eyes still stare at you in disbelief. Gradually, the blush on his cheeks began to spread across his face. And just before his face turned completely red, Ruggie immediately turned his back on you and was walking hastily with his tail constantly wagging around.

“Hurry your pace, (Name)! Leona will be furious if he doesn't get his things soon!”

3. Jack Howl

Today, you were supposed to go on a date with Jack. But a few hours before your appointment time, Jack suddenly calls you to inform that today's date has to be canceled because he got a small accident during a club practice. You're a little upset that your date got canceled, but you're even more concerned about his wound. Even though he said it was only a minor injury, you still insisted on visiting him in the infirmary.

When you went to visit him, you find out that his right leg was sprained from a fall during running practice. The wound is indeed not too serious, but it still makes you worry nevertheless.

“(Name), you don't need to do all of this,” Jack pleaded with a slightly blushing cheeks, looking helplessly at you who was busy cutting the fruits you've brought for him.

Even though you two have been dating for a while, he still feels a bit strange being cared for so tenderly by you. Well, not that he doesn't like your affection, though…

Putting the freshly cut fruits onto the plate, you shook your head in rejection of Jack's request.

“You're still hurt, Jack. So, be a good boy, and get some rest if you want to get well soon.”

You took a piece of apple that you cut with a fork and gave it to Jack, “Now, open your mouth wide. Aaa...”

“(Name), it's just my leg that's injured. My hand can still function properly, you know.”

Even though he said that, Jack still shyly opened his mouth to accept the apple you gave him.

Seeing him eat the apple, you smiled with satisfaction and took another fruit to feed him again.

Apart from the small protest he gave at the beginning, Jack didn't put up any resistance when you fed him.

“T-thanks for your help, (Name). But really, I'm fine,” Jack said after you fed him all the fruits on the plate. “I wasn't careful enough before and accidentally hurt myself. This wound will heal in a few days at most, so you can rest assured.”

“That doesn't change the fact that you fell and got hurt, Jack,” you said as you poured the tea you brought into two different glasses.

“There is no fall that doesn't hurt, (Name).”

“There is, actually, a fall that doesn't hurt,” you said, smiling mysteriously while handing him a glass of warm tea. “I've been through it once.”

Receiving the glass, Jack looked at you in astonishment. “What kind of fall doesn't hurt?” he asked while sipping his tea.

“Fall in love with you, of course.”

You chuckled softly seeing Jack who almost choked hearing your answer. You immediately gave him the tissue you had prepared and he muttered a quick thank you.

“I-I suddenly think you're right, (Name). I'm injured, so I need a lot of rest to recover quickly,” he said with perfectly flushed cheeks before finally turning his back on you and trying hard to sleep.

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Let's talk motives

Longass rambling scream (1996) meta post incoming

DISCLAIMER I am not taking into account anything that happens in any of the other sceam movies, because they were made later and I think the whole concept of Roman is not interesting. So to ME Billy and Stu did everything without being prompted. Ok that's all :)

In the first scream motives are important in the way that they aren't. By that I mean that there are three (if I remember correctly) "conversations" about Billy and Stu's motives. There's the first one, which starts by Billy stating that it's much scarier if there's no motive and, funnily enough, ends with him giving his "motive" (in quotations because I wanna talk about that later); there's the "don't you blame the movies!" bit, which I counted because I think that it does discuss motives in a way; and then there's Stu's "peer pressure, I'm far too sensitive". The thing about these three conversations is that they, in my opinion, don't give an answer to the question/accusation of a motive.

Let's start with the first one, that I think is the one that tries to get closer to it. As I said, there's two parts to this: first we have Billy saying that motives make things less scary, mentioning Norman Bates (which is sort of funny because Bates did have a motive -sort of. It depends on what you consider a valid motive, as it relies on mental illnes, something that is not rational (and also almost never happens in real life). I think something similar happens in scream, with the question of what is motive, but whatever. I digress.) and Hannibal Lecter. Almost immediately though, he starts to get into the REAL motive, at least for him: his father's affair with Maureen, and his mother's subsequent abandonment of him. What I think is interesting about this exchange is the elephant in the room. Sid asks "Why did you kill my mother?" and that's exactly what Billy answers. We, and Sid, are left with the question "ok, but why are you doing anything else?" Why did he and Stu kill Casey and Steve, the principal, Tatum, the camaraman (and to our knowdlege at the moment), Randy, Gale, and Dewey?

This question tries to sort of get answered later, with Sid's accusation of "you sick fucks, you've seen one too many movies", but it gets shot down immediately by Billy. He seems angry about it too, gets defensive saying that "movies don't make psychos, movies make psychos more creative!". This is not a wrong statement, however it is curious to me that he, of all people, says it, seen as earlier in the movie he says that "it's all just one big movie", and just minutes ago compared his motive with fictional characters. So him so outwardly denying any influence of movies in his motive is strange. I'll get back to this later.

The last conversation is the most direct one, and also the one that I think gets misinterpreted the most. Sid explicitly asks Stu for his motive, to which he answers "Peer pressure, I'm far too sensitive." This, to me, is clearly a joke. (Why? Well, for starters it simply doesn't make sense on a technical level. Peer pressure implies pressure to do something within a group of peers, to fit in or seem cool. Literally the only other person that was doing the murder was Billy, and that's not enough to be considered "peer pressure". It also doesn't make sense with the Stu we see mere minutes before, who is giggling all throught the kitchen scene and even says that "it was fun". Lastly, the sentence is humourous because there is a tendency to blame every bad act teenagers commit on peer pressure. Stu jokes constantly throught the movie, and even in his blood loss-ed state he was just doing that, making a stupid joke.) Many people seem to take this statement to mean that Billy pressured him into doing the murders, and while that's impossible to confirm or deny based on the little screen time Stu has in the movie, based on the fact thet the statement to me is a joke, I personaly don't think that's the case.

Ok, so that leaves us to the actual motives. So if Billy only gives his motive for killing Maureen, denys movies as a reason, and Stu only makes a joke about it, then why the fuck did they do it?

This is the point where I have to say that I think that, in the writing room, they don't have any. The same way as the writers never decided who did each kill, I don't think they really thought about why the boys did their murder spree, at least conciously. However, I think that autorial intent is not the end all be all, and speculating about fictional characters is fun, so I will be doing it either way.

Let's start with Stu, because I think that his reasons are less complicated. He's the one that I'm the most sure did not have a written reason, mostly because he is not as vital to the story (I'm so sorry for saying this he is literally my favorite character but it is what it is). I think that his "motive" is an aglomeration of different things, the main two being his "crazyness"(not actual crazyness as it is more of a legal term that he probably wouldn't apply for but you get what I mean) and his clear infatuation with Billy.

The first is probably the one with more intent behind it, seeing as the Stu we see in the movie acts in ways that support it (he is a serial killer after all). From the start of the movie we see how insensitive he is about Casey and Steve's killings, making a joke about it ("better liver alone!"). At that point in the movie we know nothing about the character, but that moment does come off as very suspicious even on a first watch, that being the joke of the scene. As we move forward we have the scene at the video store, the obvious scene that spells out who the killers are if you're open to the fact that there's two of them, in which we see how he enjoys messing with Randy, smiling and tugging at his earlobe. This is echoed later in the kitchen scene, in which he seems almost unbelivably happy. He plans to kill two of his friends and his girlfriend, acting compleatly normal towards them before the fact. Going back to the start of the movie, Casey and Steve's murders were very sadistic, both on the prelude (the calls and the "game") and the actual act, both of them being gutted. He also shows no remorse for any of it in the end of the movie, only being worried that his parents are gonna be mad. All of this to say that, even if sometimes the fandom likes to ignore it, he is a huge sadist, and that is most likely the main reason why he did the murders. In Casey's murder he also had the fact that she broke up with him, something he lied about, so we can deduce that the situation hurt his ego. The disproportionate reaction to it (murder) just comes to show how little regard he has for other people.

The second part of that I don't think was intentional. If I'm not mistaken Kevin Williamson spoke about it on an interview, stating that he, as a gay man, mostly subconciously put the queer subtext on Billy and Stu's relationship. However, subcouncious or not, it is in the movie (I actually want to make another stupidly long meta post about it), and it's what makes Stu as a character make sense to me. Whatever you think about what their dynamic is like, what is obvious is that this, the murders, are mostly for Billy. It is Billy who has the "motive", it is Billy's girlfriend they are tormenting, and it is Billy who moves the plot forward when he feels like it. All the while Stu seems more than happy to comply, going behind Randy at the video store, trapping Sid at the end of act three, giving Billy the knife whith a bow, going behind him and looking at him. I think that no matter what happened Stu would've become a killer later on, because as I've established he is a sadist, but the reason why he is doing this murders specifically is because of Billy.

Which leads me to Billy. What was going on with him? Honestly, I'm not compleately sure. To him, what happened with Maureen and the '96 spree are inextrincably linked, but I think everyone can see that there's actually not a real connection. Sid is not her mother, so Billy has no "logical" reason to torture her. My guess is a mix of jealousy, hatred/annoyance toward her and the others, the feeling of control, and well, sadisim. The jealousy aspect is pretty straightfoward: in his mind, it is her mother's fault that his mother left, so it is unfair that he has to be without her while she gets to have a mother. Seeing as he's he boyfriend he probably has to see that all the time too, and he most likely can't handle that (we see in the third act that he doesn't handle things not going his way very well). That leads to the control aspect: we have no way of knowing how he was before his mother left, but from what we see, I think that the murders were his way of taking back control after his mom left. He says in the movie that movies don't make psychos, that they make psychos more creative, and I think that the way it translates is in how he decided to take that control back. Of all of the things he could've done, he cose to make "a movie", except in real life. With acts and plot beats, and even a twist. Just murder probably wasn't enough for him, he needed to make something out of it, and what better victim than Sidney, Maureen's daughter. He seems to relish on the fact that he is the one in control of her situation ("you can't pick your genre"). Also, unlike Stu, he seems to actively dislike the friend group he's in, having a sort of disgusted face in the fountain scene, and clearly having a bad relationship with Tatum. He was most likely looking forward to getting rid of them, and exiting the situation as a survivor. Then there's also the thing that killing people definitely turns him on. I've seen a lot of people joke about the "I was watching The Exorcist and it made me think of you" line, making fun of the weird sentiment that watching "The Exorcist" might turn him on, and while I won't deny the jokes are funny, what some people seem to miss is that well, he wasn't watching The Exorcist. He was killing Casey and Steve with Stu. To me it's telling that both times we see him make out/have sex with Sid it's after it's implied he has just killed someone, first Casey/Steve and then Tatum (there's debate about who killed her, but I think that it being Billy just makes more sense time wise and also I don't know how else to explain the eyebrow bounce when he gets to the party). I think that this is something that defilitely affected his motive, and in real life many killers just got off on it (I also want to expand on this in a Stuilly post because there's Implications).

I also think that something else to be taken into account is that these are two white rich teenage boys. The way that they did it has a very strong entitlement air to it. They definitely think that they can get away with anything.

Both Kevin Williamson and Neve Capmbell have talked about their queer implications and how that might've affected their motive, and while I do want to touch on it in my incoming Stuilly Post, I don't think it was as relevant as some might think, or at least not in the way most people think.

In conclusion, Stu did it cause he's crazy and gay and Billy did it cause he's both a control freak and a freak. :)

If you have any thoughts about this PLEASE share them I really want to talk about it (as you can see)

I just wrote two thousand words about this please send help

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Scream for Me - Rafe Cameron Ghostface! x reader PART 1

Warnings: none

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"I'm thinking about not letting her go to school tomorrow!" You could hear your parents, most likely talking about the recent serial murders occurring throughout the Outerbanks. Even though the killer seemed to be a bit of a slacker, the police had no leads on who it could be.

"Honey, we can't just keep her home! Besides, he's only killed at night, she'd be perfectly safe."

"How do you know it's a he?"

"I don't know honey, but there isn't anything we can do."

As you listened to your parents talk about the OBX killer, your nerves settled in your stomach. You didn't want to be out and about while there was a serial killer on the loose, but what could you do? Senior year of high school with only three weeks left of the year? That would not be ruined by some asshole with a knife and anger issues. You walked down the stairs, which silenced your parents, putting an end to the conversation.

...

"So who do we think it is." You were sitting at lunch with your friends, and the hot April weather called for more relaxed uniforms and unbuttoned shirts. Kenzie, your friend was fanning herself with her homework while sipping on her water. Her question made your face scrunch.

"Why do we have to talk about this?"

"C'mon, don't you have your theories?" She leaned closer to you. "I think it's one of the pogues. If he's only killing kooks, it has to be, right?" Your eyes roll in response.

"Kenz, I don't know." You continue eating your lunch.

"You're no fun."

...

Later that day you and Kenzie went to the country club to work on homework. It seems all she could talk about was the OBX Killer.

"The victims have all been rich guys who have done terrible things. Arnold Norris was stealing money from his company, Andrew Williams had several affairs, Thomas Carlson did-"

"Kenz, calm down! You're almost yelling!" Her face flushed as she glanced around the country club, meeting the eyes of a few curious patrons.

Including the OBX Killer himself, Rafe Cameron. He was lounging at the bar with his friends, acting like he was getting increasingly drunk along with them but had secretly been listening to your conversation for the past several minutes. He grinned to himself, your little friend was acting like such a sleuth and hadn't even thought that a kook could be the killer at school earlier either.

Yes, Rafe had been listening closely to that conversation as well. In fact, he was always keeping tabs on you. He shared many classes with you and had always been drawn to you, though he didn't know why.

But he didn't want to kill you.

He had his reasons for the murders. All of the men deserved it.

He wanted you for different reasons. Rafe decided he would make his first move tonight.

...

Your parents were working late and you were alone in your house. The music playing from your phone drowned out any noises from outside. The pasta cooking on the stove was almost finished when the music cut out and your phone started ringing.

The number was blocked but you thought nothing of it until you heard the distorted voice on the other side.

"Hello, sweetheart." As soon as you heard it, your heart stopped, the wooden spoon you were holding clattering to the floor. "Didn't mean to scare you." You were stunned.

Out of all the people in the Outerbanks, all of the big businessmen, why were you the next victim? Your hands were shaky as you glanced around your home. Searching through the night to see if you could see him. See anything.

"Trying to find me?" The laugh that rang out chilled you to the bone. "You're adorable." The condescending words did nothing to appease your fear. "Why are you so scared?"

"Why me?" The silence on the other end is loud. "All of your other victims have been men who've done awful things. So why-"

Rafe cuts you off.

"Who said you were my victim, sweetheart? You're my new friend."

It's your turn to be speechless.

The distorted voice begins again.

"Unless you tell the cops about our little conversation, then you'll be my victim. Do you understand, Y/N?" Something about him saying your name makes you agree right away.

"I understand."

The laugh rings out again before he speaks one more time.

"Talk to you tomorrow, sweetheart."

Then, the low beep of the line disconnecting fills your ears.

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I'm so so sorry that this took so long, I've been going through it mentally and had no time to write. I'll roll these out as quickly as possible.

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Fight Night | CHAPTER 6 | MMA Fighter!Sukuna x Reader

It felt like a silly idea, taking big scary Ryomen Sukuna to get a little treat to calm him down, but your real aim was to get him outside, in the fresh air, and away from people who will remind him of everything that’s happening. For a little while at least. “Ice cream.” His response doesn’t make it feel like any less of an odd suggestion. You roll your eyes at his dubious tone. “Okay, frozen yogurt. Or are protein shakes and almond butter the only dessert you’re allowed?” This had to be the tenth sigh of the phone call, but it’s a little different - that reluctantly receptive sigh that you think could possibly maybe be reserved for you alone.

Sukuna gets some bad news about his fight, and you take him out to get his mind off of it.

Notes: We're dipping into the sweet here just a little by taking big bad Sukuna out for a little treat.

FIRST CHAPTER

LAST CHAPTER

With how cold Sukuna could come across, and with how much hand wringing you’d done over his sparse communication, you’re pleasantly surprised to find that his word does mean something. He did start to text you more often. Starting with a day later no less. Even with the conversations being seemingly mundane, you almost preferred it to seeing him in real life. You didn’t have to hide how much he made you smile or how his playful brashness made you laugh just a little bit more than it made you roll your eyes, you didn’t have to hide that maybe he had you a little bit smitten.

But then sometimes you didn’t prefer it. When the lack of tone made it so you started reading too much, or maybe too little, into his messages. It was already hard enough to tell what was standard behaviour from him, and what was vulnerability. You felt like what would mean next to nothing from someone else could possibly mean more from him, but the dead air between messages sometimes left you too much time to overthink.

This kind of constant back and forth with your own thoughts had you doing things you wouldn’t normally do, but then again most of your time with Sukuna had been a little unusual. Sometimes it worried you how far gone you were when it came to him, despite your first chunk of time together being what most would consider a foundation of red flags for a budding relationship. It worried you even more that you didn’t regret any of it. Here you were though, walking into everything with Sukuna with a new approach, and doing it willingly, happily even. You were even actually typing out the words “hey why don’t you just call me?”

It would have been unthinkable in most instances. Phone calls were only when absolutely necessary. When some business hadn’t gotten their shit together enough to let you just email them. When you just had to make an appointment you’d been putting off for days. But here you were, after finally getting Sukuna to text you and let you know he thought of you more than once in a while, and you were asking him to talk on the phone just to hear his voice.

Earlier he’d gone from asking if you’d talked to your manager about his behaviour, giving his far-too-intense for an office job suggestions on what you should say to him, to suddenly not messaging you back for a while, something that had become unusual for him over the last several days since your little lunch date. He was often as busy as you’d expected him to be, but if sparring or training or speaking with his management interrupted your chats he always preempted it with a text saying he would get back to you.

This time there was just nothing, not long enough to worry you, but enough to have you curious as to what was happening. When he did respond it was simply with the word ’fuck’ before you watched and waited as he typed and typed and typed.

He’d gotten a call telling him that his opponent might have been seriously injured during training. Then he’d just gone off, sending longer texts than he had so far and you genuinely couldn’t tell if he was just mulling over possibilities and outcomes or venting to you. And the thought of it being the latter had your heart racing, so you needed to hear his voice. Needed to hear if he was really treating you like a confidant for his emotions because the thought of that just felt so real.

He was apparently receptive to your suggestion of just discussing it over the phone, since doesn’t even text back to agree, he just calls straight away, and you take a little breath before answering.

“Hello?”

His voice doesn’t really give you an immediate answer to whether he was just filling you in or if it was more. “They just confirmed, anterior shoulder dislocation.”

He’s straight to the point as always, so you catch up as your conversation picks up where it had left off. “A dislocated shoulder, ouch… so he can’t fight?”

“No, he can’t. Apparently he got into a scrap with his team over it and only made it worse, he wanted them to hide it so he could still fight. He needs surgery though so that’s six months of recovery alone.”

He sounds unimpressed, though you can’t tell if it’s because the guy managed to get himself injured or if it was because he wouldn’t even have a chance of being cleared until two months after the fight was meant to happen. When he lets out a sigh of frustration, you suspect it’s the latter.

“So that’s bad? The guy you want to hurt got hurt?”

Sukuna’s tone is different than usual, bothered while he talks as if his thoughts were racing along an entirely different road than yours were.

“It means we can’t fight, and that means I’m going to be stuck with some nobody dumb enough to come in on short notice against me.”

He hadn’t told you who he was supposed to be fighting, but you’d looked it up on your own. It was apparently someone tough, a highly anticipated match. Some people even seemed to think this Toji Fushiguro could beat Sukuna, though from what you’d read that was still an unpopular opinion. It was a moot point now though.

“You’ll probably win against whoever it is though, right?”

He sucks air through his teeth, “I’d win either way, but I’m wasting my time for a boring fight.”

You can hear him shuffling around on whatever furniture he was on, then you can hear his heavy footsteps as he starts pacing around his home, just short of huffing and puffing in a way that lets you know that your suspicions were correct. He absolutely was venting to you.

“It’s a waste of my time, we have a minimum wait between fights too so it’ll wipe out almost the rest of the year for me. Unbelievable. I can’t even imagine what kind of fools he has on his team to have him dislocating his fucking shoulder.”

“Well…” you’re already starting before you think better of it, and when you hesitate for a moment he’s pressing you, not so far into ranting that he doesn’t want to hear what you have to say.

“Yes?” His tone makes you feel like you shouldn’t continue on, but it also lets you know that he won’t be letting you keep your thoughts to yourself right now.

“I mean, you did say you go all out in training too, right?”

“I don’t train with people who don’t know their limits. He should’ve stuck to boxing so he can just show up and win fixed fights like the rest of his family.”

That, you know nothing of though, but the shift to personal attacks feels like a little much. You can’t offer a solution. So you offer what you can.

“There’s nothing you can do about it right now though, right?”

He sighs heavily, and you can hear the soft squeak of whatever he’s sat himself down on. “Right.”

“Then why don’t we go get ice cream?”

“Ice cream.” His response doesn’t make it feel like any less of an odd suggestion.

You roll your eyes at his dubious tone. “Okay, frozen yogurt. Or are protein shakes and almond butter the only dessert you’re allowed?”

This had to be the tenth sigh of the phone call, but it’s a little different - that reluctantly receptive sigh that you think could possibly maybe be reserved for you alone.

“Fine.”

He says it like he’s begrudgingly agreeing, but you can’t help smiling wide as you note that he hasn't exactly put up any fight at all. “I know a good place.”

Another sigh, softer than the last, “I can tell you’re smiling, you know.”

You don’t mind.

As you watch Sukuna pick out the toppings for his frozen yogurt you’re surprised at the sudden discovery that he just might have a sweet tooth. You were expecting him to choose one of the low sugar options, then top it with little chunks of fruit to somehow make it as close to a healthy snack as it could get. He doesn’t though, opting for vanilla then having the woman behind the counter sprinkle over crushed cookies and dark chocolate chips.

He catches your brow raise, throwing it back at you, “Mind your business.”

You put your hands up, looking away as he’s handed his cup and a spoon and you choose your own toppings.

When you’ve made your choices and it’s time to pay, you lightly bump your hip against Sukuna’s, trying to get him to back away from the register as you pull out your wallet with your free hand. He doesn’t move, so you remind him of his words during your last date, “You said I could pay next time, remember?”

He tilts his head to the side, mouth forming a line as he lets out a curt “Hm.”

Clearly he’d hoped you hadn’t remembered that little agreement, but he moves to the side nonetheless, taking your frozen yogurt from you so you have the use of both hands to pull out your card.

You note the price as you finish paying, and wave at Sukuna to follow your lead to the outdoor seating, calling over your shoulder as you go, “I’m getting the next one too.”

“No you aren’t.”

You feign a confused look as you’re out the door before him, “Sorry, I can’t hear you.”

He’s catching up with no effort in a few long strides as you hold the door open, face betraying he was much more amused than his tone would have you believe, “You’re hard work.”

As you take your seats and he hands you your frozen yogurt, you give him a dubious look. “Can’t be as hard as body slamming 400 pound men and throwing tractor tires or whatever you do all day.”

A brief flash of surprise on his face tells you you’re closer to what he does than he thinks you realise. You know you are though, you’ve seen the little highlight reels where he turns over heavy tires, flips training partners over his shoulders, bares his teeth menacingly into the camera as a sheen of sweat and oil applied by some filming assistant makes him look godly. He didn’t look all that different from those videos when you first met, but right now he looks softer. Content.

You look down at your cup as you bring your spoon to your mouth before speaking, “I don’t want to talk about that right now though.”

“Too boring for you?”

The face you give him is one he’s earned many times before, but this time it’s less ’give me a break’ and more ’give me a little more credit’. “I wouldn’t bring it up if I didn’t care.”

His brows raise, like he’s surprised, like he doesn’t know if he can believe you.

“I just don’t want you to worry about everything with that Toji guy right now.”

His brows lower, and you feel like he’s decided he does believe you as he gives you a knowing smile. “Okay,” he nods, changing the subject, “we were talking about your work-“

“I don’t want to talk about that either. Let’s, y’know, take it easy. Talk about happy things.”

“I’m happy.”

The sentiment, and how matter of fact it’s said, catches you off guard. Then Sukuna is putting a spoonful of his frozen yogurt in his mouth, eyes still on yours, and you can’t help smiling.

“You’re happy? Not even any complaints about how this isn’t real food?”

He huffs, gesturing to the cups filled with their little frozen swirls, “This is different than greasy burgers.”

You tilt your head and raise your brows in a doubtful look, “Whatever you say, Sukuna…”

His eyes narrow at you, as if warning you to be careful about doubting his logic, but the venom runs out almost immediately as he smiles, shaking his head. “Have dinner at my house, Uraume will make us something a lot better than that.”

“I don’t know if I can lie to their face about liking boiled chicken breast and steamed broccoli.”

Now the annoyance is a little more genuine, “You liked my recommendation last time, didn’t you?”

It was nice, but as much as it pained you to stray from your half-joking narrative that Sukuna was a flavourless protein devouring machine, you won’t lie to him. “It was good, yeah.”

He points his spoon at you, as if it were putting you in your place. “Just as I thought. Don’t doubt me.”

You pretend to mull it over, as if you were going to decline spending time with him. You never had before, the both of you knew that, but he humours your little act as he eats. “Sure.”

Then, you do actually think about it for a second, remembering your agreement.

“Dinner at your place though… isn’t that a little dangerous?”

He drags his spoon around the bottom of his cup, gathering the last melted bits at the bottom, and the corners of his mouth quirk downward as he shrugs. “I agreed that I won’t fuck you. That’s that.”

Hearing him bringing up fucking, even in the context of how he won’t be doing it, has your heart beating a little faster, blood rushing upward and downward at the same time. It makes you shift in your seat, and when you look him in the eye he seems pleased by that so you force yourself to sit still.

Though the way your body is reacting is betrayed by the question you can’t help asking, “Until… when?”

His face is smug for a moment, sparking eyes and half cocked grin only making you want to press your thighs together a little tighter, but then he wipes any expression from his face, neutral as he speaks, “That’s up to you.”

“Oh…” you aren’t sure what to say to that, not having realised the ball was in your court. It sends your mind racing, and this time it’s Sukuna keeping this outing light, dipping his head lower to catch your eye and pull you out of your thoughts.

“You eat too slowly.”

There he is, practically begging you to roll your eyes at him again. You were beginning to think he thought it was cute with the way it made him smile. “Is that your way of asking to try mine?”

“No.” He reaches across the table with his spoon, taking a bit of yours and eating it.

“Uh, excuse you?” You narrow your eyes at him, holding your own spoon in front of your cup as if to parry any further attempts to steal a bite.

He’s smiling at your very much unserious display, before he’s scrunching his nose and dropping his spoon into his empty cup, “You have terrible taste.”

You do eat slowly, compared to Sukuna at least, but it’s nice to talk with him between bites. It’s even nicer to talk afterwards too, even with the sun set and the light from the shop through the window illuminating your faces. Every so often you can’t help thinking back to Sukuna telling you that he was happy. It felt good, like some kind of victory. A victory that somehow gave you butterflies and left your mouth watering at the same time.

Apparently Sukuna picks up on it, during the tenth time you replay it in your mind as he walks you to your car in the parking lot.

“I talk about fucking you once and you’re practically giddy, what am I going to do with you.” He's clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, chiding you, but then he’s just smiling down at you in a way that somehow telegraphs to you exactly what he’s going to say, “You’re just too cute.”

That hasn’t helped anything, and like usual when he pulls that little word out your brain is effectively scrambled. So instead, you lean in, getting up onto your tiptoes, and kiss him.

It’s hard work, or rather he makes it hard work as he remains standing straight. He’s barely tilting his head down and you have to brace your hands on his stomach for balance, gripping lightly at his shirt to deepen the kiss. He lets you, and there’s something thrilling about taking the lead with him for a moment, even as you strain to close the gap between your differing sizes.

It’s only for a moment though, until you’re settling back down onto the heels of your feet, regaining your balance, and he decides there’s too much space between you. He leans down and into you properly, one hand on the back of your neck, the other wrapping around you to pull you into him. It’s slow, and soft, but it doesn’t stay that way for long once you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and running your fingers through his hair. Then, he’s sliding his tongue into your mouth, backing you up til you’re pressed between him and your car.

His hands play at making your kiss something less appropriate, if making out against a car five feet from a froyo shop could be considered some kind of appropriate. Running across your back, rubbing at your stomach, thumb sliding out enough to just brush the bottom of your breast. Travelling down your sides, squeezing at your hips tight enough to have your blood rushing downward even more quickly than before, but his hands always return to their place at your waist, warm and firm and holding you up when his touch leaves you dizzy and desperate.

Then, he pulls back, his gaze intense on your mouth while he clenches his jaw, lost in thought. He takes a deep breath in through his nose, lets it out through his barely parted lips and leans in until his nose is gently pressed to where your jaw meets your neck. You lean back, happy for him to go further, but he doesn’t, pressing a kiss to your neck, then your jaw, chaste but firm enough to have you leaning slightly with the pressure, then he steps back.

“I’ll see you sometime this week.”

“Yeah.” It’s all you can say, having felt how hard he was when he was pressed against you and knowing you would have let him fuck you in your car right in that parking lot if he’d only pushed a little harder. But he didn’t. He was behaving, so you were too. “See ya.”

You turn to unlock your car, and he turns to go to his own, before he’s stopped as you speak.

“Hey, will you let me know who you wind up fighting? Or do I have to read it online like everyone else.”

He lets out a little laugh, then looks pleased that you seemed to care. “I’ll text you.”

CHAPTER 7

#my writing #reminder minors and ageless blogs get blocked #jjk fanfic #sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #self insert #mma fighter!sukuna #mma!sukuna #mma!au

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shiro-s2e2-erukinzu · 5 months

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Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Short Mission 11... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

Today's chapter may have been a Short Mission + a Special Illustration, but it may have given us some interesting tidbits to think on...! 🤔 So let's talk about it, shall we?

First up, let's discuss the Special Illustration:

🥲 Why, Endo...? WHY ARE YOU HURTING ME LIKE THIS...!?!? 💔😭💔

The Special Illustration is of Anya looking at the front door of the orphanage that she was left at and it really has this very melancholic feel to it... 😞 In fact...

This may be the saddest Special Illustration we've ever had in the series thus far... 😢

It makes me wonder if we're going to be getting more information on Anya's past soon...? 🤔

Now let's talk about the Short Mission...!! 👍

It starts by letting us know that it takes place when Anya was first going into Eden Academy...! 👀 This is somewhat of a first because the Short Missions usually don't state when they take place, but, there are some that can you clearly tell where they are supposed to be placed in the story...! 😁

Then, we learn that this how and when Anya gets her name plate for her bedroom door...!!

It makes sense that Anya would want a door plate because she saw it in a cartoon!! 😄

And when she gets it, this is how she carves her into it:

Which is not only how it was written in the early chapters...: (As seen here in Mission 10:)

But... It's also how Anya's name was originally spelled in the first translation of the manga...! 😲

Some time after, Twilight brings up the misspelling of her name:

AND THIS IS HER REACTION:

Then, we see that the name plate was changed to "Anya"...:

And finally, we end this Short Mission in Anya's room laying on her bed like this...:

WHY DOES THE END OF THIS SHORT MISSION FEEL REALLY SAD TO ME...!?!? 💔😭💔

Is "Anya" not her really name...? What does all of this mean...!? 😫

And that was Short Mission 11... Usually, Short Missions are just fun mini adventures, but this one (and it's Special Illustration) have a very melancholic feel to me... 😓 And like I said earlier, this could potentially have something to do with Anya's past, maybe in the near future...? 👀

Anyway, this was a very interesting Short Mission that I'm curious to see if it'll play a part into the overall story at all...!! 😄 So until the next Mission... Take care, be safe out there, be kind to one another...!! Later!! 🤗

P.S.: I didn't get around to doing a review for episode 33 of the anime because I was extremely tired yesterday... 😩 Hopefully, I'll get around to writing it today...!! 😊

#spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #spy x family manga #sxf manga #spyxfamily manga #anya forger #yor forger #loid forger #Short Mission 11 #What could all of this mean...? 🤔#Are we gonna get a Anya related Arc soon...? 🤔#manga spoilers

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supernovafics · 9 months

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series masterlist | last part — next part

pairing: modern!actor!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 6.6k words

warnings: explicit language, (some) angst, a lil hint of soft!steve, smut (18+), female masturbation, fingering

summary: you wouldn’t necessarily call it a friendship, but what you now had with steve felt quite close to one. it was unexpected but also nice, and as you spend more time with each other it’s easy to see some sort of a change quickly happening

CHAPTER FOUR | ❝𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒈❞

And finally, there was actual peace.

It initially came in the form of Steve surprisingly saying “Thank you” to you when you brought him his coffee that Monday after the drunk incident, and then it gradually grew from there with him actually being nice to you over the next few days and then weeks.

You’d accidentally broken through that asshole exterior and inside there was actually a good person; what you had hoped to see from the beginning. Finally, those articles written about him were proven wrong. At first, you were completely confused by the one-eighty, but you got used to it and you definitely weren’t complaining.

“I can’t believe you’re actually nice to me now.” You had said one night that had been one of the longest days on set; the time was nearing midnight and filming wouldn’t be done until two in the morning.

You’d forgotten to eat dinner, so Steve let you have the rest of the pasta you’d ordered for him a few hours earlier. You sat next to each other on a random bench that wasn’t too far from where he would be needed on set in thirty minutes, and for the first time probably that entire day you weren’t being pulled in a bunch of different directions so you could actually breathe for a bit.

Steve shrugged at your previous words as if him being nice to you wasn’t the biggest deal in the world, which in your mind it really was.

“You can’t just shrug like it’s nothing,” You said with a small playful scoff. “You hated me.”

Steve laughed a bit at how certain you sounded. “Jesus, I didn’t hate you.”

You simply looked at him before taking another bite of pasta and he let out a small sigh, partially and reluctantly agreeing with your words.

“Okay, I didn’t like you at first, but that was mainly because of the whole situation and it didn’t really have anything to do with you, specifically. It’s different now, though,” He told you and you nodded at that response. You expected that to be it— the entirety of the explanation about why things were currently the way they were— but he continued. “I don’t trust people easily and I can be really harsh because of that, which is why almost everyone sees me as the worst guy ever. But, I never really cared because all of those news articles and whatever else don’t matter to me, and it doesn’t stop me from being a good actor.”

He was looking away from you now, staring out at the people moving around the set and getting things ready for the next handful of scenes that would be filmed.

“So, you trust me now? That’s why it’s different?”

He only nodded at your questions, and even with all of the abrupt honesty he was giving you right then, you didn’t expect more than just that nod. You were curious though, and wanted him to say more; wanted him to tell you what made him trust you.

Even though you partially knew the answer and knew that it all came from the drunk incident; you’d helped him when he was feeling sad and lonely and a little homesick. But, he never admitted that to you. Aside from changing and being nice to you, what happened that night was never explicitly talked about.

You looked away from him and stared straight ahead as well, continuing to eat the pasta and letting his previous words sit with you.

A similar conversation happened days later in his trailer. You had actually started finding yourself in there more often than not, usually towards the end of the day when things were a bit calmer.

“I’ve been wondering,” Steve started. He was sitting on the couch and you were leaning against the counter closest to the door where you’d usually leave his food anytime he was filming and couldn’t take it straight from you. Your eyes were on your phone because you were typing an email, but you looked up at Steve when you heard his voice. “When did you get into all of this?”

His question surprised you a bit, but instead of voicing your current confusion as to why he was suddenly curious about you and your past, you answered the question.“Short story, I did a lot of film internships in college. On my first real paid job in the industry that’s where I met Jessie and she saw a lot of potential in me. I was a PA on a bunch of things— movies, tv shows, documentaries— and I did work on a lot of stuff that Jessie did, but it was mostly stuff with other people. And it kind of all grew from there to where I am now.”

“What’s the long story?”

Nobody ever really cared to hear the long version of it all, especially your parents who never seemed to give a damn about your reasons why you wanted to be in this field in the first place. But, for some reason, Steve did want to hear it, and although having that kind of curiosity centered on you was foreign, a part of you still wanted to answer the question.

You placed your phone down next to you and pushed yourself up on the counter. “I’ve always been intrigued by the behind-the-scenes aspects of movies and television. Like the people behind the story; the people that help create it all. The ones that set up the shot that we love so much, or the ones that created the set that helps to perfectly tell the story. And from the moment I first stepped onto a set when I was just an intern getting coffees for people and doing other stupid errands, I loved it. It was pretty brutal and I barely got any recognition for all of the hard work I was doing, but I still loved it. I loved being a part of it all even if it was just in such a small way, and I really loved seeing everything slowly come together.”

Steve was quiet for a moment, which in your mind felt like way too long of a time because you just told him what you don’t think anyone, probably aside from Jessie, knew about you, and you were quickly feeling embarrassed about saying everything you’d just said.

“Sorry, I know that was insanely long-winded,” You mumbled, filling the quiet before Steve could.

He shook his head at your words. “No, I wanted to know, and I think it’s nice how much you really care about all of this.”

You briefly looked at your phone, checking the time; 7:00pm. Filming was officially done for the day, but neither you nor Steve made any move to leave or even think about leaving; that was something that was also happening more often than not.

You placed your phone in the pocket of the light jacket you were wearing and then looked over at Steve. “How did you get into this world?”

The answer to that question could’ve been easy information for you to find, but even as your curiosity toward him grew in recent weeks, you still never looked him up. As things started to change between the two of you— from animosity to friendliness that actually felt close to some sort of a friendship— on some level it didn’t feel right to learn things about him without hearing it straight from him.

“I’m just… good. And someone saw that.” His words didn’t sound cocky at all, more so just factual, and it was a fact that you knew was completely true because you’d seen a few of his movies before. “I was in this short film and it kind of got a lot of recognition, and somehow things all fell into place from there.”

You’d heard about that short film that essentially pushed him into the spotlight. Having a start like that was a rarity, but you knew in some instances and for some people that was all it took; and you thought that for Steve it actually made complete sense.

You really wanted to hear his “long story.” The little things that led him here and made him want to be here; that made him want to have a career that at times could be way too demanding and a little fucked up. For some reason, you felt like there was so much more to it all than things simply “falling into place” like he said, and that was what made you curious.

“Do you love doing all of this?” You asked him.

“I don’t hate it. To me, it just feels like a job a lot of the time, something I’m really good at and want to keep being good at. I don’t care about anything else with it. Honestly, I kinda hate all of the other stuff that comes along with it; press, red carpets, all of that,” He told you. “This part of it all is great, though; filming. Learning about a character and becoming them while also kind of making them your own. I love that the most, and it makes the other stuff a bit more bearable.”

You nodded at that because his words helped make everything else that happened before fully and finally make sense in your head. He cared a lot about this— filming was the only part of the whole “being an actor” thing that he actually liked— which made you understand why he was so serious about it, why you would rarely ever see him with anything other than a script in his hand.

“Are there ever times where you can’t help but wonder if it was all a fluke?” He asked after a beat of silence. “If you’re actually really good, or if everything was just luck in a way?”

Hearing that only further made you want to know more about him; it made you want to know everything, actually. Because you had the smallest feeling that the more you learned, the more you’d realize how similar the two of you really were.

He shook his almost immediately before you could even think about answering the question. “Actually, nevermind, you probably never even think about that; you’re insanely good at what you do.”

“No, no, I get that completely. It’s the craziest feeling; wondering if you really belong in this industry, or if you don’t actually deserve it. There are so many people that are so fucking talented and good at what they do, sometimes it always feels like it’s just stupid luck that I ended up here,” You told him and he nodded at you with a small smile.

He briefly said something about how it felt both nice and weird talking to someone that fully understood that feeling and you nodded too, although it did surprise you that he of all people would feel that way. But, in all fairness, he was surprised by you too.

Sometimes it was funny in Hollywood, in the cutthroat entertainment industry that at times felt severely oversaturated with talent. People were either way too confident for their own good or would have so many moments of imposter syndrome. And it was actually pretty hard to find people that felt the latter— or maybe it was hard to find the ones that would admit that they felt that way.

Therefore, it felt like a sort of breath of fresh air that you and Steve were able to admit that to each other. Talking with someone that could completely “get it” made the feeling feel a bit less harsh.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You found yourself wondering about Steve a lot when you weren’t with him or doing some task for him. It was interesting becoming friends with someone in this way. It all happening because you were essentially being forced in each other’s presence since you were working together, but then it slowly feeling a lot less forced because you were finding yourselves talking to one another because you both wanted to; like that night in his trailer.

However, at this moment, your mind was not on him at all.

It was the first time in over a week that you had nothing to do because there was no filming that day and there were no work tasks that you needed to do at home, so you were actually completely free. And as much as there was a part of you that wanted to find some sort of work to do, because there was almost always something that you could get a head start on, you also knew that you needed this day off and that you fully deserved it.

Your plan was to stay in bed pretty much the entire day, catching up on the sleep that you’d been severely lacking and then watching movies.

You were in the middle of your second movie of the day when things changed, and it was all due to one scene; a very spicy sex scene that quickly put you in a completely different mood, to say the least. A mood that had wetness pooling in your panties and immediately reminded you of the last time you felt that way. And after realizing that you actually hadn’t acted on that aching feeling in a while, you quickly decided that you wanted to, or more so needed to, change that.

So, Steve was the farthest thing on your mind— and you knew exactly how big of an issue it would be if he was— and instead your mind was on the last guy you had sex with, Zach; which was almost six months ago. Other than him being one of the most attractive guys you’d seen in a while, he was also a pretty great and nice person. You actually saw the potential for something real to happen with him, but you’d gotten too busy to go on more than the three dates you went on with him, so of course everything quickly fizzled out.

However, it was easy for your mind to travel back there when you were feeling this needy.

Your hand essentially took on a mind of its own as it slipped into your underwear and you pressed your middle finger right against your clit. A soft moan fell from your lips at the feeling and you started rubbing small circles against the sensitive nub.

It had been so long since you’d touched yourself, the thought of doing so barely ever even crossing your mind because of how hectic things had been lately, so it was almost too easy for you to bring yourself close to the edge.

Your other hand came up under your t-shirt to squeeze your breast and another moan fell from your lips, this one a bit louder than the last. The slow ministrations on your clit continued as you focused more on your nipple.

Thoughts went back to Zach and how he actually cared about making you feel good, which was a rarity among guys your age, or at the least ones you’d been with. You missed how good it all had been with him, but there was absolutely no way you were going to allow yourself to even think about calling him. You weren’t that desperate and the simple thought of him felt like more than enough.

You moved your fingers down to your entrance and pushed two inside of you, your wetness allowed them to slip in without much resistance. You squeezed around your fingers so tightly, feeling so full just from the two and causing an overwhelming feeling to wash over you. Your thumb began stimulating your needy clit again and you gave your breast another squeeze, continuing to give more attention to your hard nipple. Intense moans and whimpers fell from your lips and you couldn’t bring yourself to even care about how loud you were being; the walls were thick enough that you knew your neighbors probably wouldn’t hear you, anyway.

You focused solely on how good this all felt and how much you needed it. Absolutely everything else was long forgotten as your fingers continued their movements and made your body writhe on the bed.

For the first time in over a month you were taking care of yourself in this way, and you were almost right there.

Until you weren’t.

Because your phone started ringing on your nightstand.

The abrupt sound startled you and immediately pulled you out of the mood you were in, even though you were so close to the edge.

You simply listened to the incessant ringing for a moment, inwardly debating whether you should answer it or let whoever was calling leave a voicemail if it was that important. But the previous moment felt completely over, and even though you were very annoyed that you’d been interrupted, you went to grab your phone.

Steve’s name took over the screen and you knew that you needed to answer it. You’d come to the point in your work relationship with him that whenever he did call you it was usually important. So even though there was a large part of you that really didn’t want to answer the call because of what you’d been doing barely a minute ago and how it now felt weird having to talk to Steve, you did.

“Hello?”

“Hi, I wanted to ask–” He quickly stopped saying whatever he was about to continue with. “Were you just exercising or something?”

You didn’t realize how your voice must have sounded until right then; a bit hoarse and out of breath because of how loud you’d just previously been and how your heart was still racing from it all. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a quick cough to clear your throat.

“No, I was…” You trailed off because you were unsure what to follow up your words with, and then you realized that you didn’t necessarily need to make up a full specific lie. “I was doing something else.”

“What were you–” Steve stopped when it all seemed as if it clicked in his head. “Oh. Oh.”

You were glad that he wasn’t in front of you right then so he couldn’t see the embarrassment written across your face. You scoffed instead, pretending as if you weren’t feeling the least bit awkward right then. “How did your mind immediately manage to go there?”

He bypassed your question and a small laugh fell from his lips. “Why would you answer my call if you’re in the middle of having sex with someone?”

You were quiet for a moment. Now that you knew exactly where his mind was, it made you feel even more awkward. “No one’s here.”

“Oh,” He said and you expected him to laugh again, but he didn’t. “Sorry for interrupting your… alone time.”

You shook your head and let out a long sigh. “Jesus Christ, we are not talking about this anymore. Just tell me what you called for.”

“Okay, there’s this event that Tom is making me go to tonight and, of course, it’s very formal so can I get a suit again?”

You had an old friend that was a costume designer and would always get access to great clothes, including really nice suits. You’d done the same thing last week and borrowed a suit from her so that Steve could wear it to a movie premiere that he had to go to. She was more than happy to help and it reminded you of past moments where you would call her when the pieces for one or two costumes fell through at the last minute on other movies or shows you’d worked on.

“What time is the event?” You asked as you sat up in your bed.

“Seven.”

You looked at the time on your phone, seeing that the time was close to four and then you nodded your head even though he couldn’t see you. “Okay, I’ll text her now, and then head to your place when I pick something up.”

It was almost too easy for you to turn your “work brain” back on, and your day that was supposed to be completely work-free was long forgotten.

“Also, I can’t believe that you’re actually letting Tom force you to go to another event; the second one in under two weeks. Maybe you’re actually starting to like doing this stuff?” You were completely joking with your question but it was nice to push Steve’s buttons a bit.

“That would never happen,” He answered in a completely deadpan voice. “Tom called me and cursed at me until I reluctantly agreed to go to tonight’s thing.”

“Okay, yeah, that sounds like him,” You laughed a bit. “Anyway, I’ll try to be at your place in hopefully an hour and a half.”

“Thanks,” He responded, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he said his next words. “And once again, I’m so sorry for the interruption.”

“Once again, we are not talking about that,” You said before hanging up.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It actually took closer to two hours to get to Steve’s apartment. And when you got there, you expected to just hand him the suit and then leave, but when he offered leftover slices from the pizza he ordered earlier, from a place that you fully thought made the best pizza in Los Angeles, you couldn’t help but say yes.

Steve went to change and you warmed up a pepperoni slice in the microwave, and then began eating as you stared out of his floor to ceiling windows. Once again you were startled by the view and how almost unreal the city looked from this high up.

Looking out at the buildings, cars, and even hills in the distance made your heart squeeze and something familiar washed over you. It was an introspective feeling that never failed to hit you every now and again. You were suddenly reminded of that one conversation with Steve in his trailer; how sometimes everything just felt like one big accident.

You looked away from the windows and turned around completely, leaning against the kitchen island with your plate of pizza in hand.

“Do you know how to tie a bow tie?” Steve’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

Your attention turned to him as he walked out of his bedroom. He had on almost the entirety of the suit except for the jacket, and the untied bow tie was hanging around his neck.

“Yes, and I’m actually quite the pro,” You told him and placed your plate down as he started walking over to you. You wiped your hands off with a stray napkin. “I had this PA job where I pretty much only did stuff for the costume department, and aside from steaming clothes, it was a lot of tying ties and bow ties.”

Steve stood in front of you and you pushed yourself up on the island so that you were at eye level with him and didn’t have to reach up to start tying the bow tie.

The two of you were closer than you’d probably ever been to each other, him standing right between your parted legs and your bare thighs lightly touching his waist. Suddenly, you wished that you had on pants instead, but the simple black sundress you were wearing had been the quickest thing to slip on, and with the warm weather it was also an obvious choice. With this close proximity, it was easy to smell the cologne he’d put on and you quickly became completely infatuated with the scent.

Everything should’ve felt entirely normal right then, you were doing such a mundane task for him. But, all of the little things that encompassed this moment made it feel anything but normal, and instead, you found yourself feeling so fucking nervous being so close to him.

Of course, Steve was insanely attractive, anyone with two eyes could recognize that. However, in your head, you thought it would’ve been a conflict of interest in a sense if you ever acknowledged that fact. Especially as you were growing closer and becoming somewhat of friends with him. Right then, though, it was hard not to recognize the completely obvious.

“So,” Steve said, breaking the quiet, which you were grateful for because it made it easy to push away your thoughts and see this moment as completely normal. “Did you get to finish?”

“Finish?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a moment until you immediately realized what he meant. All too quickly, you wished that things had stayed silent. “Shut up.”

Steve smiled amusingly at you. “I’ll take that as a no.”

You ignored him as you continued tying the bow tie. You should’ve been done already, but his abrupt question flustered you and made you mess up, so you pretty much had to start from the beginning.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” He told you, the same smile on his face.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re annoying, and you keep making me fuck up with tying this, so please shut up unless you wanna be here for an hour.”

He laughed a bit but stayed quiet as you continued tying.

You pulled your gaze away from where your hands were working on the bow tie— finally almost done— and let your eyes flicker up to meet his for a brief second before looking back down.

It was still silent as one of his hands came up and settled on the side of your thigh. You pretended as if his touch did absolutely nothing to you, although it was actually doing the complete opposite and your heart was constricting in your chest.

You adjusted the bow tie a bit and gave it a little pull on both sides to make sure it was secure, and then you looked up at Steve. “Done.”

He took a quick glance down at it and then his eyes met yours once again. “Thanks.”

It was obvious what should’ve happened next; him stepping away from you to grab the suit jacket and slip that on, and you finishing what was left of your pizza before finally letting yourself leave his apartment. It would’ve been a simple sequence of events that probably wouldn’t have taken more than ten minutes.

However, none of that happened, and instead, he stayed right where he was between your parted legs and hand still on your thigh. He was doing much of the leading at that moment, but you knew that this was all equally your doing as much as it was Steve’s.

You could’ve looked away from him and broken the silence, letting the moment finally come to its end. But you didn’t want to, and you decided that right then was not the best time to fully dissect what that meant.

It seemed as if there were a million things being said in this unmoved look being shared between you and him; questions from both of you being simultaneously asked and answered. Silent questions about whether or not this— and what was inevitably to come— was and would be okay, and the single answer being a resounding unspoken yes from the two of you.

The amount of truth behind that answer was questionable because neither of you were fully thinking about how what was happening could potentially change absolutely everything. But, that didn’t stop Steve’s hand from starting to move up the side of your thigh, and it definitely didn’t stop yours from taking on a mind of its own and finding his wrist, not stopping him, but instead guiding him further.

When his hand made contact with your hip, slipping beneath the band of your underwear, you let out a small sigh in contentment and it was then that you couldn’t help but break your long held gaze with him, eyes slipping shut instead.

What happened in the next few moments felt as if it was simultaneously happening in slow motion and hyper speed. Soft breaths falling from your lips, head tilting upward, underwear being pulled to the side, and one of Steve’s fingers teasingly tracing up your slit. Your neediness from earlier had never fully gone away because of how abruptly it all ended, and this only made it increase tenfold and you were somehow even wetter than before.

Your hands grabbed at the edge of the counter, squeezing tightly as Steve pushed one finger inside of you, and then almost immediately added another.

You could only moan and whimper at the feeling and you bit your lip to try and keep yourself quiet. Other than your soft sounds, it was quiet, so quiet, and you knew that if any actual words were spoken in that moment, it would effectively ruin everything. It would break the trance that both of you seemed to be in, and you didn’t want that to happen. And you could tell with the lack of words falling from Steve’s lips right then, the feeling was mutual.

His other hand found your hip and guided you closer to the edge of the island, so he could hit a deeper angle and his thumb began circling your clit. You let out another moan and squeezed your eyes shut tighter as he then added a third finger and effectively turned you into a pile of mush because of how full you felt.

You couldn’t even find it in you to feel embarrassed at how easily and quickly he was able to bring you to the edge. It was a mix of him being so fucking good with his fingers, hitting spots that made you see stars and paying the perfect amount of attention to your clit, coupled with the fact that you hadn’t been able to come earlier that made you feel as if you were about to burst. And after one hard thrust of his fingers, you did, letting out a particularly loud moan and squeezing tightly around him in the process.

He continued fingering you through your orgasm, waiting until your soft moans faded out and your fast breathing became a bit more steady before pulling his fingers out.

“That was– Fuck,” You breathed out; the first words spoken in the past ten minutes. “Thank you?”

Your eyes met Steve’s and he gave you a small smile. “I owed you for interrupting earlier.”

Before you could say anything, or think about saying anything, he walked away from you, heading back to his bedroom, and you were actually grateful because your ability to form coherent thoughts felt broken for the time being.

You readjusted yourself, getting off of the counter and leaning back against it instead. There were way too many things going through your mind right then, and it felt like a solid mix of both good and bad thoughts even though it was hard to fully grasp any of them.

Steve came back barely a minute or two later, the suit jacket was now on, so the outfit was complete and you could tell that he was about to leave. “You can finish your food if you want, and stay as long as you need. The door will lock behind you.”

Proper words still couldn’t form on your lips, so you only nodded at him before he walked out of the door.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It wasn’t until the next morning that it all fully processed in your mind.

After waking up and initially attempting to convince yourself that nothing had happened in the first place— that you hadn’t had a really good orgasm due to Steve Harrington’s fucking fingers, and he didn’t ask for a single thing in return— you accepted it. And once you accepted it, that was when the spiraling started; asking yourself questions about how the hell that could’ve happened and why it had happened so easily. And then there was the one question that, in your mind, was the most important one of all— What did it mean?

You needed it to mean nothing; that was the only way that you believed you’d be able to properly function for the next month and a half of filming. If somehow you and Steve could laugh about this and continue to be somewhat of friends but more so two people that worked together.

That idea was definitely something easier said than done because, probably for the first time in your life, you actually had no plan, no solid idea on how to approach this.

And your confusion toward everything only increased as you drove to set, but you felt like the universe was being somewhat nice to you because when you saw Steve, the interaction was quick because you immediately got called to be somewhere else. And that was how most of the day went; fast exchanges that didn’t allow either of you to say much to one another. There was no room for any awkwardness to settle over the brief conversations and there definitely wasn’t any room for either of you to address the obvious.

That only slightly worried you because even though a part of you wouldn’t have minded burying it deep down and pretending as if it never happened, it also felt like something that should be talked about, at least a little bit. And you knew that the more time that passed, the harder it would be to talk about it.

Therefore, when you spotted him heading in the direction of his trailer you grabbed his attention with a wave. You still had no clue what exactly you wanted to say, but you didn’t let that stop you from walking up to him.

You smiled, trying your hardest to push away every ounce of awkwardness you felt at that moment— and only slightly succeeding. “Hi.”

“Hey,” He said, matching your smile. It was hard to tell if he was feeling even an ounce of nervousness. “Feels like I haven’t seen you all day.”

“Yeah, I’ve come to learn that it’s somehow always toward the middle of filming that things become so much more hectic.”

He nodded at that and then there was a lull of silence that you took as your opportunity to shift the subject.

“So should we…” You trailed off, taking a breath to mentally prepare for what you were about to ask. “Talk about last night?”

“We don’t have to. Like I said, I owed you one,” He said casually. You could feel his eyes on you, but you purposefully avoided eye contact with him. Instead, you fixed your gaze on something random behind him. “Oh, also, I have the suit in my trailer, and I can give it back to you later, or you can grab it whenever.”

“Okay, yeah, I’ll grab it later,” You said, nodding.

The easy turn of the conversation surprised you, but you decided that maybe it would be for the best to accept the shift. Maybe that was the universe telling you that last night didn’t need to be spoken about further; which was practically the same exact thing Steve had just said to you.

You almost walked away and headed to where you needed to go, but Steve spoke before you could.

“I’d be happy to do it again, by the way. I’m sure I owe you for a lot of other things too.”

His tone actually sounded serious, but you convinced yourself he was joking. In order for all of this to make sense in your head, you had to believe he was joking.

“Yes, I am owed so much for everything I had to endure during those first few weeks of filming when you were the worst person in the world,” You responded with an amused smile.

Steve laughed at that. “I promise I’ll make it up to you whenever you want.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him and then walked away, allowing the conversation to come to its end there. The air felt cleared for the most part, and you could easily see things returning back to the normal that you had created with Steve.

However, there was something about his final words that sat with you— how honest they sounded even though they were said along with a laugh.

And when, hours later, you were sitting on your couch half-watching a cooking competition show, you couldn’t help but lean into the thought that maybe what he said wasn't a joke.

And then after a few silent moments of contemplation, you were calling him.

You knew that it wasn’t just to confirm or deny your potentially delusional thought and leave it at that. But, right then, you refused to accept the extent of your reasoning for calling him, and how it was mainly based on what you deep down hoped his answer to your question would be.

Steve answered on the third ring. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“What’s up?”

You shut your eyes because that somehow made what was about to come out of your mouth feel a bit more bearable to ask.

“Okay… So… Fuck it. Whatever. Let me just say it,” You took a quick breath and then let your next words come out in a rush. “Did you mean what you said earlier?”

“What did I say earlier?” Steve asked. You were unsure if he really didn’t remember, or if he was trying to make all of this more painful for you.

If he actually didn’t remember, you wouldn’t have minded if your floor swallowed you whole right then.

“Nevermind,” You muttered, letting the side of your brain that told you were overthinking everything he had said to you earlier completely take over.

Before you could pull your phone away from your ear to end the call, Steve started speaking. “No, wait, what did I say?”

“The whole ‘making it up to me’ thing,” You told him, feeling so awkward repeating the words from hours ago that had been so stuck on your mind. You sighed as you shook your head. “Y’know I’ve never been this nervous talking to you before. Things were so much easier when you were just an asshole to me.”

“Why are you nervous?” It was almost too easy to hear the smirk in his voice.

“No, answer my question,” You told him. “Did you mean it?”

Much to your surprise, he didn’t hesitate with his answer. “Yes, I meant it.”

“Okay.” You felt yourself nodding at that, letting his words truly sink in.

“Okay?” He sounded confused by your one-word response.

You didn’t say anything to that. Instead, you let a silence take over as you let your thoughts run for a minute and you hadn’t realized how long you’d been quiet until you heard Steve ask, “You still there?”

“Yeah, Yeah, I’m here,” You said softly. “Can I come over?”

“Yes.” His response was almost immediate. “You should. I want you to.”

Hearing that eased away your nervousness.

And when you hung up with him after saying that you’d be at his place in thirty minutes, and you were then left with your own thoughts before you slipped on a pair of shoes and left your apartment, it didn’t come back.

And when you knocked on his door and he greeted you with an easy smile that led to him kissing you after a few silent moments of you simply staring at one another, it still didn’t come back.

It was almost weird how all of it didn’t feel weird or wrong. Somehow it actually felt right.

There was still the question that had racked your mind earlier that day, though, that had still yet to be answered— What did all of this mean?

And now it was mixed with another, and probably even more important, question— What exactly was about to change because of this?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

next part!

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington series #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things series #stranger things smut #stranger things fluff #steve harrington x y/n

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elusivecagedmockingbird · 3 months

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Orbiting: pt.2,5°

[icehockey!jungkook x figureskater!reader] [drabble; idiot fwb to lovers; mutual pining]

A/N: Just something cute and fluffy to introduce how Jungkook and Y/N started out their friendship. I’m honestly surprised and thankful that a lot of people read Orbiting and loved it. I’m currently working on another part of the fic and I hope it gets just as much as love as the previous parts. That being said, I hope you also enjoy reading this drabble.

Jungkook kept to himself. He truly enjoyed hanging out by himself. While his peers played in the sandbox playground during recess, he headed to the gardens and watched the bugs that littered the bushes.

Yet somehow, his interest warranted the boys in his grade to tease him, and the girls avoided him.

He didn't mind it and was just glad they never got physical. Plus, he got what he wanted: to be left alone.

It was during one of your school programs that he met you.

Like clockwork, Jungkook headed to the gardens and was surprised to find someone beat him to his spot by the Azalea bushes. You were hunched over, and he could see your tiny finger softly shoving what seemed to be a tiny red shell. It's a dead bug, he thinks.

Before he could even turn back and return to his classroom and eat his snack in peace, you turned around and smiled. "This bug's playing dead, look," you say with another soft push to the bug.

Still shy but definitely curious, Jungkook walks a little bit closer to where you squat. You cheerily hummed as you struggled to pick up the tiny bug. But determined as ever, you pinched the insect until a faint crunch was heard.

A toothy grin still on your face, you brought your hand closer to Jungkook to show him the bug. "How long do you think until it wakes up?" Still on mute, Jungkook looks at the bug and then at you, "I think it's already dead," he murmurs. "No, it's not," you protest. "Ladybugs like to pretend they're dead so predators will leave them alone."

He didn't dare tell you otherwise when he saw you frown.

That evening, Jungkook asked his brother, who then told him to look it up in the encyclopedia, if ladybugs indeed played dead to ward off other bad bugs.

He spent an hour reading about ladybugs and memorized three facts to recite to you the next day.

But he never did see you.

He learned later that you belonged in another class and were good friends with everyone, which made it a bit daunting for him to approach you.

He still recited the ladybug facts to himself on his way to school and back home.

The next time he saw you was on a rainy day, his first day back in school as a fourth grader.

You had your hair in pigtails, and colorful butterfly clamps adorned them. You were designated to sit next to him, and you hummed while you sat. Jungkook faced you and spouted the three facts he had etched on his brain.

"Oh, I knew that," a soft laugh of amusement followed your words. "Did you know that not all spiders make webs?" At this, Jungkook just blinked. He wanted to say something but knew nothing about spiders. He knew better than to doubt you, though. So, he just nods, his choppy bangs covering even more of his doe eyes.

You smile. "I saw a spider on the bush near the sandbox earlier. If you have a raincoat, you can come with me later."

Dimples popped out from the quiet boy's cheek as he gulped, prompting you to poke his cheeks. "Hey, you have dimples. How cute."

Your hands were cold, a contrast to the warming face of Jungkook as he blushed. He didn't know why, but he felt his heart beat as quickly as the pitter-patter of the rain. He wonders if he's getting sick. And while he usually used every opportunity to be sent home, he didn't want to miss school or not be able to see the spiders with you.

Read the fic here.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook #bts #bts jungkook #bts fluff #bts drabble

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knine-nights-loves-ac · 20 days

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This started as an ask I was gonna send to @teecupangel but then it got like seven paragraphs long and I decided fuck it I’m just gonna make it a post and @ teecup. So here goes!

Another Pokémon!Desmond idea (ps: this got long, tldr; shiny Goomy uncatchable Des)

So to set the stage, AC universe happens as normal but, in the AC universe, pokemon as a franchise doesn’t exist. Just not a thing at all. So, starting off Desmond (who doesn’t know what Pokémon is) dies because of the Eye and poofs into a new universe as he does every other Tuesday.

Now, flash to a Pokémon region. I’m biased so I’ll say Kalos. But most work. Desmond appears on one of the earlier routes as a shiny Pokémon. Because I’m still biased, let’s say a shiny Goomy even though Goomies shouldn’t spawn there.

Desmond, newly goopified, doesn’t know what the fuck is going on. He’s a glob now. And the animals around him are fucking weird. And seemingly only live in the tall grass.

He can’t figure out how to use any of his “moves” outside of basically tackle and scratch and other similarly basic things. So he’s pretty dam weak, probably relatively low level, only thing he has going for him is that he’s fast and, relatively, smart. He’s still got human level intelligence which is enough to outsmart the vast majority of Pokémon.

He spends some time on this route, getting used to things, using his Eagle Vision (which he still has) to find berries, avoiding fights, and just enjoying his forced retirement to another universe. It’s Desmond, unless properly motivated, I think he’d be willing to settle in and chill.

But uh oh, trouble is afoot. In the form of! A CHILD no

This little kid toddles down the path with a belt full of pokeballs. Desmond, who is still new to this world, sees the kid and decides to approach. Why? Idk man, the brain cell got burned by the Eye.

The kid is like “OH MY GOD SHINY GOOMY!” And immediately initiates a Pokémon battle.

How does this feel to Desmond? Im not sure. But he definitely can tell somethings up when the kid starts screaming in another language, sounds like French? (If you get why, you get a cookie), and throws a ball that somehow summons another creature. Let’s say a Caterpie.

The Caterpie is low level, about as intelligent as a real caterpillar, and big. (Fun fact apparently Goomy and Caterpie are the same height). Now Desmond is concerned, especially when the kid yells a command and the huge ass bug attacks him. Caterpie only knows like three moves so it probably just tackles. Desmond, not being an idiot or actually a real Pokémon, dodges. The kid looks surprised but yells again and the Caterpie attacks again. After a few times, Desmond decides “Fuck this shit, I’m out.” and nopes on out of there. The kid is absolutely shocked that the shiny Goomy just ran from the battle and also that it dodged everything.

Desmond meanwhile, hidden now, checks on the kid and sees that they’re blue in Eagle Vision. He’s not sure whether to be surprised or not. On the one hand, he’s never seen a kid that was red, but on the other hand, this kid attacked him.

He metaphorically shrugs it off and continues foraging for berries, he’s trying out new combinations.

Meanwhile, this child runs back to wherever they came from, and eagerly spreads the news about the wild shiny Goomy they saw. Most people don’t believe them, but a couple other kids are curious enough to go looking later.

Another day begins and Desmond stumbles upon a group of kids this time. The original kid among them. They’re speaking quickly, yeah he’s pretty sure it’s French, too bad that’s one of the languages he barely gets (I don’t care if he’d know some via Ezio, he’d know 15th century French, not modern day Pokémon world French). They’re gesturing wildly and some of them are looking accusatorially at the original kid. Desmond tries to get a little closer and, just his luck, stumbles into view of the group. Uh oh.

Several minutes later, the kids are confused as hell, several Caterpies are furiously working their hamster wheel brains to understand what’s happening, and Desmond is starting to question what’s up with the people in this universe.

But something special happened this time. At one point, one of the kids threw a red and white ball at him. It bounced off his head and rolled on the ground, doing nothing. Desmond was just annoyed. The kids were flabbergasted.

Rumors spread until actual researchers are tramping through the tall grass. Desmond is definitely avoiding them. Even if they’re white in Eagle Vision, those lab coats remind him a bit too much of Abstergo.

Eventually, after the human presence becomes a bit too much, Desmond decides to hit the road and moves out from his comfy little tall grass patch in the middle of the night. He settles down again somewhere else.

Repeat cycle a few times until the whole of Kalos has heard tell of this shiny Goomy who nobody can catch and seems to roam the whole region.

Idk what’s happening from there. Begin plot of Pokémon X/Y? Maybe Desmond meets AZ? Lots of options but idk.

#assassin's creed #assassins creed #desmond miles #desmond miles ac #assassin’s creed #pokemon #pokémon xy #kalos #kalos region #pokemon kalos #Goomy #pokemon goomy #shiny goomy

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lilacxoz · 11 months

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Sneaky Neighbors - Kuroo Tetsurou

F!reader

Heavy degradation, creampie, cheating!reader, timeskip, semi-publicsex, almost getting caught, spanking, pain, dacryphilia, oral(reader receives), not really mention but drunk sex, you guys are just plain nasty, no beta read we die like daichi.

I am not responsible for people under 18 who read this. minors or ageless bloggers please dni!

Your neighbor was a hot older athlete. He was in his mid twenties while you were just turning nineteen. You knew he was a sports manager, but his muscular and lean body said he did a lot more than that.

You had a boyfriend of three years, but all you could think about was your hot neighbor. You one that was wrong, but the idea of having to sneak around to not get caught thrilled you. Maybe you were sick in the head, but you didn’t care.

You were sitting in the flower field in front of the apartments community garden that you’ve helped curate along with the other older ladies who started the communal space. You had fallen asleep in the flowers from what was supposed to be a relaxing reading session. You woke up to the sound of laughter, looking over to see your hot neighbor sitting on the bench right by you.

“Kuroo I- oh!” You scrambled to your feet, your hot neighbor wearing nothing but a black tank and red sweats. He looked like he had just come from the gym, a gold necklace hanging from his neck.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you, it’s just you were singing in your sleep-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence before laughing again. A blush forms on your face as you wipe some grass off your face and dress. This wasn’t how you wanted your crush to see you, you felt so embarrassed.

“What’s happening?” You looked over to see your boyfriend walking by from coming home from work, stopping to see the scene. Your boyfriend looked at your face and appearance, putting the puzzle together. “Ohh, she was singing in her sleep again? Yeah, it’s kind of odd..” he says before holding out a hand to you. You look back at Kuroo, his laughter completely gone and replaced with a hard expression.

The next day you prepared a gift basket for your neighbor. Your boyfriend was at work for an extra long shift in the hospital, which meant you had the day and night to yourself. You had planned on getting to know Kuroo better. You knew your real intentions were wrong, but a big part of you just didn’t care.

You wore a white summer dress with blue floral print, tights, and white heels. You walked to the end of the hall to your neighbors place. You knew he was home because you heard him playing music earlier. You brushed off your dress before softly knocking on the worn out white door, the white paint chipped and cracked.

He opened the door a few seconds later, hair wet as he wore nothing but a grey sweatpants. You noticed the tattoo on the side of his torso of a crack of lightning roots, trailing down and under his sweats. You gulped as you met his golden and curious eyes.

“What’s got you at my doorstep?” He asks, a hand on the door frame as he leans on the other side. You tried to hold back a blush, holding out the gift basket containing baked goods and beer. “Baked goods and beer? Where have you been all my life,” he jokes, “why don’t you enjoy them with me?” He lowers his hand, motioning for you to follow him. You do so, your stomach exploding in butterflies.

His place smelt like his expensive cologne, a complete mess but in a good way. He had some clothes on the floor along with a few dirty dishes. His place just looked lived in, and you liked it that way. He took you to the balcony, a soft warm breeze passing by. He set the gift basket on the balcony, handing you one of the White Claws. You both cracked your own cans open, a small smile on his face as he leaned against the balcony.

You tried your best to keep your eyes to yourself, but it was hard when his washboard abs were right in front of you. A small smirk formed on his face as he chugged half the beer. “What made you so kind today?” He asks, his eyes not hiding the way he looks you up and down.

“Just felt kind I guess?” You say, giggling softly. He smiled at your answer, settling his beer down as he crossed his large arms over his chest. You felt like an entire butterfly enclosure was settled in your stomach, a blush taking over your face and ears.

“What’s got you so red in the face?” He points out, almost teasingly as if he already had his own answer for it. You just shrug as he takes a few steps closer to you. “You don’t know? Oh but I think you do,” he says through a smirk. Suddenly, your caged to the wall by his muscular arms in such a way that makes you face him. Your lips were merely inches away, his breath smelling of the sweet beer he just drank.

“We shouldn’t,” you breath out ad your hands slowly train down his body. The rest on his abs, his head tilting as he raises an eyebrow.

“If we shouldn’t,” he leans in close to your ear, “then why are you touching me y/n?” You felt so vulnerable, and the factor of getting caught is what only heightened your arousal. “Oh, don’t tell me,” amusement laces his voice as he says, “does the wrongness of this make you aroused?” He deeply chuckles, “little pervert.”

“I-I’m not a pervert!” You say, looking up to be met with his beautiful eyes. He takes your jaw in his hand, crashing his lips to yours. He takes your breath away with the softness of his lips on yours mixed with the rough and passionate kiss. He skillfully slid his knee between your legs, moving down to kiss at your neck and jaw. You mewled out a moan as you became painfully aware of the second heartbeat between your legs. Your hips moved against his leg, desperately trying to get relief. Your hands rested on his shoulders and he moved further down your body, pulling your dress up as he kisses your stomach and hip. You groaned at the loss of friction from his leg, your breath heavy and unsteady.

He kissed down your thighs until he helped you out of your heels and tights. He looked at your lack of panties, giving you an amused look. “Wow, looks like you knew this would happen, fuckin’ dirty girl.” You only whined in response, his hands gripping onto your thighs as he begins to lick your spit. He helps guide a leg over his shoulder, gaining better access to your soaked pussy.

Your body shivered when he slipped his tongue in all the right places, your hands fisting his jet black locks while your head rolled back. You felt weak in the knees, letting him slowly unravel that deep part inside you. You relaxed against the brick wall, letting the much needed itch you had finally get the attention it needed. Sex with your boyfriend was rare, and when it did happen, he always finished too early and never took the time to pamper you when you did take the time to pamper him.

You felt so close to your euphoric high, body tending up as he helped you get there by pumping his fingers inside you. You let out a whiny series of moans as your body shook against him. You’d never felt so much of an intense orgasm before, your vision momentarily going blank.

He carried you inside, bending you over the kitchen island. You felt a harsh slap to your ass as he kisses your neck. “Tell me how you want it,” he whispers, planting one more slap to your ass.

“Rough and raw,” you breath out, a dark chuckle escaping him. You felt his hand fist your hair as you felt his tip kiss your entrance.

“What a dirty pervert you are, you wanna get fucked rough and raw? Filthy whore.” You only moaned at the degradation, hands curled into fists on the cold counter. You let out a screem-like moan when he bottomed out inside you, completely taken aback at the size of him. Tears fell from your eyes as your mouth watered, he filled you up so nicely and you didn’t know half of the emotions that were crawling from the deepest parts of you.

His brutal thrusts kept your voice loud, your head being yanked back by your hair as he kissed and sucked on your neck. You didn’t care about the hickeys, if anything, it only heightened the fear of getting caught. “Oh god, I-I can’t, oh-“ he slapped your face, a grunt coming from him.

“You won’t speak unless it’s my name or how much better I make you feel than your stupid boyfriend,” he demands. You nod, mascara running down your cheeks as you cried from the pleasure, he let your hair go, your hands quickly taking off your dress over your head. You were completely bare against the cold countertop, your nipples hard pebbles from the contact.

“Kuroo! Ah~ so-so good!” You moaned, legs starting to shake as an orgasm slowly approaches. He helps you through it, bringing a hand down to rub your clit. The added stimulation was the perfect combination for an intense blended orgasm. Your legs shook as you let yourself go, cumming all over his cock as you screamed his name.

“You really are pathetic, cumming all over your neighbor like that? Slut.” You only felt more aroused by his insults. He paused at the sound of a knock on the door. Your heart pounded against your chest as scenarios ran through your head. He smirked, taking you and pushing you up against his front door. Your back was to the door as he held on of your thighs up against his hip. It was a perfect position for him to be able to stick just half of his upper body into view. Your heard pounded as he slowly grinded into you while opening the door. You covered both your hands to your mouth, trying your best to keep in your moans.

“Yaho!” A voice said from the other side, “ready for movie night?” You hear Kuroo groan as his knuckles turn white from how hard he was holding the door. You reach a hand down, fondling his bald which earns a shaky breath from him.

“Kuroo-bro, you okay?” You hear another voice say.

“‘M fuckin’ fine, give me a couple minutes, yeah?” He didn’t wait for a response before slamming the door and you with it. He crashed his lips to yours as he pounded you into oblivion. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, his free hand covering your mouth to muffle your sweet moans,

“Fuck,” he groaned. He knew he couldn’t fuck you against the door without them finding out. They knew of his crush on you and the situation, it would make him look really bad. He slipped out of you, forcefully dragging you to his bathroom. He turns on the shower before placing you on top of the countertops you wrap your legs around his waist as he slips himself back into you. He plants kisses along your jaw and neck as he pounds into you at an inhumane pace. It leaves you breathless, another orgasm forming along with his.

“Baby, ‘ma cum, you’ll let me fill up your dirty pussy?” You just moan, nodding as you let your orgasm take you over. Your legs shake violently against him, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you feel him shoot load after load into you. It takes a minute before you both catch your breaths and he finally detaches from you.

“Get in the shower, I’ll get you clothes for you,” he says.

“What about the guys?” You ask, lips purple and swollen.

“Don’t worry, when you come out I’ll explain your shower broke and you needed to use mine.” You nod, a small smile forming on your face.

“Can we do this more often?” You ask, he nods before slapping your ass.

“You come to me when that cheap asshole can’t make you scream like I can.”

#haikuu #modern haiku #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x reader #haikyuu kuroo #smut #haikuu smut #haikyuu time skip #kuroo testuro #kuroo smut #kuroo timeskip

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