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sege-h · 1 year ago

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Ashen "Sharp" the Wolf

Another @sonic-oc-showdown bracket means it's time for a new pinned where I ramble about my OC!

I do have a "Sharp" tag on my blog so check that out if you want, but here's where I'll be answering some questions about him in case you don't wanna dig through tagged shitposts and art with little context!

(Second pic is an edit of the Sonic issue #50 cover)

Bellow the cut I will be answering a bunch of OC questions, so it could get rather long!

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Which one? 😂 He actually has 3 names--

Delan- his birth name. Nowadays only his romantic partner knows that name. That one popped into my brain so there's no special story behind it.

Ashen- The name he gave himself. I tried to think up a name an angry teen might come up with since that was where he was at when he gave himself the name. One idea for a name like that was 'Fenix'- a play on how he would've wanted the name for a creature that rises from the ashes, but with the wrong spelling since he didn't know how to spell 'Phoenix' properly. But that didn't quite fit in my mind, so he got named after the ashes a phoenix might rise from.

Sharp- originally it was his temporary name since I needed to call him SOMETHING while coming up with a name. But then I grew attached to it and kept it. In-universe it's his nickname because the resistance-not knowing his name- found it easier to refer to him by a nickname to warn people that he's coming rather than 'HEY THAT GUY WITH THE SHARP METAL CLAWS IS COMING'. It saves time SHGDHS

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

It depends on which part of the story things take place (I have a few aus where things diverged at specific points in his life)

While he was still a runaway living outside he was 11-15

While still working with Eggman he was 16-18

And after he ran from there, or 'present' time he's 18-20 depending on how early or late in the story it is

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

Yes! Percy- who belongs to @hesfromsomewhere

Sharp and him went from enemies (one sided on Sharp's end) to secretly hanging out since Percy works for the resistance. Up until Percy got captured by Eggman, and Sharp chose to rescue him and run away to take him to the resistance. Initially Sharp was just going to leave him with them, but then he got captured by them a day or two later. Percy then very slowly built a bridge of trust between Sharp and the resistance faction he was a part of- though even if that hadn't happened they were determined to stay by each other's side. Things eventually developed into romance after that.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

Pie! Any kind of pie, really. Sharp loves homemade foods in general. But there's just something about baked goods, and especially pie, that strikes him as The homemade meal that he always wanted to try, and then eventually got to

💼 - What do they do for a living?

His initial job really Was for a living, working under Eggman. He really took that up because it'd provide him with a roof over his head and steady meals. To him the bonus was that Eggman is the type of person that wouldn't pretend like he Isn't disposable. There would be no attempts at fake friendships there.

Nowadays he works with the restoration, trying his best to get used to being around people and helping out. Down the line the faction he's in will split off from the restoration, and become more like a group of mercenaries akin to the original Diamond Cutters

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

He likes playing video games! Initially they served as something to get his frustrations out on. The still kinda serve that purpose, but he also plays them when he's relaxed, and he's learning to play more games with friends.

🎯 -What do they do best?

If he was asked he'd answer that he's the best at fighting. It's what he's had to do most of his life, and he's kind of out of his element once he joins the resistance where he doesn't really have to do that as much anymore. Especially since even when he Does fight he'll get asked to retreat all because the people there care whether he lives or dies.

He's pretty hard on himself in other aspects. He's pretty good at cooking, but he does best when doing so over an open fire. So he views his learning attempts at using a stove as failures.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Loves: Playing video games, spending time with loved ones, eating good homemade food, walks in the rain, seeing peoples faces whenever he proves he's more than they think of him. Also dancing but don't tell anyone.

Hates: Being around too many people, getting ordered around, backing down or retreating in general, having to confront people taller than him, being Perceived

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

The night he realized that despite everything, someone did come for him and took him in. Just not the way he expected.

Him and Percy weren't romantically involved yet, but they slept in the same bed anyway. It'd become a habit after Percy's stay in the infirmary. And after they got to go off in their separate rooms, Sharp found he was too anxious to sleep on his own after everything, in a place full of people he didn't know and that he believed hated him (and to be fair, some did)

He woke up one night with Percy clinging to him. And it kind of hit him that he finally had someone that cared about what happened to him. And someone that felt like home. Both things he'd pretty much given up on ever having at that point in his life, but he'd gotten them anyway.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Ashen has a Lot of bad memories but the one that really haunts him nowadays is when Eggman captured Percy. He was locked up in a pod, intended to be used as a living battery since he's a being made of Chaos Energy. Sharp waited to see if anyone from the resistance would show up to save him (he still views this as a big mistake on his part)

But once the machine was activated, the decision to make a move and defy Eggman was pretty much made for him. He still has nightmares about hearing Percy scream and watching his form start to shift thanks to the energy getting sapped from him.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

Kind of!

His design has stayed relatively the same, it just got more refined. I got the hang of drawing his hair, and his ears are a darker color now instead of being the same as his main fur color. He's also gotten beefier. He also lost the cheek markings bellow the eye pretty fast, I think I got rid of them after the first 2 drawings of him.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

Honestly I just wanted to go back to my roots and make a wolf character. Other than that, me and my friend wanted to make some OCs that worked on opposing sides during Forces thatd end up being together by the end.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

I said this last time too but I don't really slot my OCs into genres SHDGSH. I guess just. Sonic? Adventure with a side of shonen? Sharp kinda fits the shonen anime vibe, with his strongest asset being his willpower, making him get up every time he gets knocked down.

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

He's a cis man, and he's probably demisexual/demiromantic, though he labels himself as gay. He just doesn't have/know the words for demi, but he knows what gay is, and he's always fallen for boys and masc presenting people. Though the few times Percy goes for a more femme presenting form, he's noted there's no lack of attraction there. But it hasn't really spurred him on to investigate if there's any other label he could apply to himself. He just thinks 'I'm in love with Percy. And no matter what for he takes he's still Percy, and that's who I'm in love with'

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

He never had any biological siblings! But later on him and Riley (also belonging to @hesfromsomewhere) adopt each other as brothers

He's a chinchilla that's also part of the resistance. And he was a runaway, so he very much understands what Sharp has gone through in life.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Absolutely horrid. They're dead to him, even if he's unsure if they're actually dead. He sure hopes they are.

They're why he's mostly thrown away his birth name. They gave it to him. He doesn't belong to them, and he saw taking up a new name as a show that he only belongs to himself.

They really only had him to insure they had a heir that'd take up their business one day. They were very strict, and were pretty much never pleased with Ashen. Everything he did had to be flawless- and that's impossible. They're a big reason for him running away from home.

Once he joined Eggman and was allowed to unleash legions of badniks to attack as he pleased, one of the first things he did was lead a raid to his old hometown. He saw to it that the house he grew up in was burned to ashes. He never caught sight of his parents so he doesn't know what actually became of them, but he doesn't care.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

I like how silly he can get. His short temper can be both a source of drama, but also of silly moments. Because sometimes he gets so caught off guard that he doesn't know how to react other than with frustration.

And I just like his type of character. Someone kind of jaded that has to deal with wanting to become a better person, and the softness that comes out of those efforts.

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

Very often! He's on my mind a lot, and I have several AUs with him. He's one of the characters I draw and write about the most other than Storm and Atos

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

Nnno I get too sad at things like that HSGDHS

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Despite his love of rain, he gets really stressed out and scared when it comes to really bad storms, with loud thunder and especially with strong winds. The winds stress him out more than the thunder and he hates the sound of it. His fear was more evident when he was younger. He's gotten good at hiding it, but someone that knows him well can notice the way he's tensed up while a storm like that is happening.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

His (one sided) arch-nemesis/rival WAS Percy, until they became friends.

An antagonist that pops up here and there in their story is Echo (owned by @hesfromsomewhere )

He's a tasmanian devil, and a hacker that lost everything to the war with the Eggman Empire. Once he finds out Sharp works for it, he attempts to kill him. Their paths cross again later, and even though Sharp no longer works for Eggman, that doesn't matter to Echo.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

I think I've had him since 2019, if not late 2018!

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

25!

Thank you for reading!

#OC Tournament #Sharp

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littlexscarletxwitch · 2 years ago

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A comfort request for Florence where she takes care of the reader after they break their leg. Flo is there when the injury happens, and once she drives you home from the hospital she wants to take care of you. 💕

── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, established relationship, comfort (?)

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, language, broken leg (not explicit tho)

word count: 1,276

note: I'm back, bitchez. I don't know why this took so long, but I'm glad it's finally finished. I've never had a bone broken so I actually don't know what that's like, so I had to ask my dear friend google. Sorry if it's not accurate. Thank you for this request, anon. I really hope you like it. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy <3

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

As soon as you hit the ground, you felt a burning feeling covering your whole leg.

“Shit,” was your first thought. The only thing that your brain could think of because of the pain covering your limb.

When Florence came running to find you, you were already on the ground. She took a quick look at the fallen chair beside you and you on the ground, and connected the dots. You clearly wanted to reach something way above you, and instead of asking for her help, you tried to do it on your own.

And now, you were on the ground, crying, trying to move your leg but all you could feel was that burning feeling, it burned so much that you thought it was going to burn your whole body.

“Baby, what happened?” Florence came to your aid, she knew something was really wrong when you didn’t stand back up immediately.

“I, I think I broke my leg,” you cried out, not wanting to move the limb not even one bit, afraid it would hurt even more.

Florence was freaking out, she’d never see you like this before, a crying mess. But she had to remain calm, for the both of you.

“It’s okay, honey. I got you,” Florence, carefully, picked you up, bridal style.

All your mind could focus on was the burning feeling on your leg, you couldn't listen to Florence reassuring words, or billie barking at the two of you knowing something had happened to you. You were so lost in your pain, that you didn’t even realize that you were already in the car, Florence driving you to the nearest hospital.

[...]

Waiting for you to get out of the doctor’s office felt like hell, she couldn't go in with you, since the office was really small and there were already a lot of people all over you, doing their work. Florence could not interfere with that, she was an actor not a doctor. But not knowing how you were doing was eating her alive.

After what felt like a hundred years, you came out of the office, in a wheelchair since now you had a leg-cast. Florence’s eyes got watery at the sight of you, relieved that you were alright, but anguished that you were in that state —unable to walk on your own.

“Hey, you,” you said to her, pleased to finally see her face. There was something about Florence’s presence that just calmed you down, she made you feel at ease. And even though you were a bit off, because of the painkillers, you knew that Florence’s presence was what made you feel better.

“Hey,” she walked over to you and left kisses all over your face, thankful that you were okay and finally with her.

“We gave her some painkillers, they should wear off in a couple of hours. It was a severe fracture, hence the cast. Which will stay on for about six weeks and then we’ll see how her leg is doing,” Florence could only nod at the doctor, trying to engraved every word in her mind. “Try to keep her leg up as much as possible, for at least the first week. Don’t get the cast wet, if so, you should come immediately since water will weaken it, and her bones will no longer be properly supported. Even if it itches, don’t let her scratch it or poke it, it would cause a nasty sore or it would lead to an infection. And, of course, she can’t walk on it,” the doctor finished.

“Right. Thank you, doc.”

“I will see you in about six weeks, okay, hon?” she now said looking down at you.

“Okay,” you smiled at her.

“Let’s get you home, baby.”

[...]

As soon as the both of you got home, Florence picked you up once again, and took you to your shared bed. Even though it was a bit embarrassing to be carried around and not be able to walk on your own, you actually liked being in Florence’s arms. The way she lifted you so carefully and easily made your heart flutter. You quietly thanked that Marvel training.

She, slowly but surely, put you on the bed. She gently rested your leg on a pillow and made sure you were comfortable. She said that she was going to make some tea for you and told you to rest, she could see how tiring the whole thing had been for you. You tried to tell her that there was no need, but she insisted anyway. And who were you to say no to that woman?

She came back ten minutes later with your favorite tea and some biscuits. You internally laughed at that sight, her British side showing up now more than ever.

“Okay, here you go, little lady. I figured you would be hungry as well, so I brought you those biscuits you love so much,” you smiled at her.

“Flo…”

“I was thinking” she said, not giving you any chance to talk, “maybe I can cook your favorite, after all you deserved it.”

“Flo…” you tried once again.

“Also, I called your secretary earlier and let her know what happened, she said she was going to take care of everything and said to tell you to not worry about anything.”

“Florence…”

“Oh, and your mum called when we were in the hospital. She was really worried when I told her what happened, and said that you should call her as soon as you can.”

“Florence!”

“Sorry. What can I do for you? Do you need me to adjust your pillow? Are you cold? Are you hot?”

“Just stop,” you laughed. Your hands now on her cheeks forcing her eyes on you. “You are amazing, you know that?”

Her eyes moved south, now avoiding yours. You realized something was wrong with her.

“If I were so amazing, nothing would have happened to you,” she muttered, but loud enough you could hear her perfectly, which made your heart sink.

“What are you talking about?”

“I just, let me take care of you, okay?” she now looked up, meeting your eyes. You noticed tears were forming on them.

“Baby, you do know that this wasn’t your fault, right?”

“Y/n…” she trailed off.

“No. This was on me, okay? I was just stupid.”

“But, baby, if I would have run faster then maybe I would have–”

“No. Don’t do that. This wasn’t because of you. You hear me?”

“I–”

“It wasn’t, Flo. There’s nothing you could have done, okay?”

“Okay,” she said looking at you, finding some comfort in your gaze.

“Okay. Now, you said something about making my favorite?” you pecked her lips, trying to kiss all her worries away.

“Mmm, yeah. Would you like that?” she giggled, thanking you for the change of subject.

“Yes, I would like that very much,” you left kisses all over her face. “Do you know what I would also like?”

“What?”

“How about we cuddle for a bit and then you can nurse me all you want?”

“That sounds perfect,” she replied, kissing you lips.

[...]

Later that night, Florence was all over you, more than she usually would. She even insisted on giving you a bath, which it didn’t take you long to agree to since you loved having her hands all over your body. Even if it was just to wash you up. You didn’t like having your leg fractured, but you had to admit that you liked this extra attention from her. Maybe having your leg broken wasn’t so bad after all. Not if you had nurse Flo to take care of you.

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asherlockstudy · 1 year ago

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um im just scrolling through the streamys tag and i saw your posts and i thought "oh they seem cool i wonder what the blog is like"... then i went scrolling and you mentioned link coming out??? huh??? (i haven't watched gmm in like years year years) you seem like a level headed person to ask.... link is... gay? did this happen recently??? i am so confused but i know that if i google im gonna get garbage results. so yeah

Hello! Sorry for the late reply, hope you get to see this.

The answer is... yes and no. While there isn't anything explicit / certain / definite over all this time, it seems there is some restlessness on their side, with several projects such as their recent scripted videos, but also as far back as Hazel, the GMEs and Ear Biscuits that point towards the possibility of them taking a very slow, long way towards this direction, especially Link. In fact it seems like Link can't stand being in the closet anymore but Rhett dreads leaving it. That's my general impression.

While I might be considered the most stark supporter of this theory around here (or at least the one who verbalizes it the most), a few days ago more people started considering it thanks to a moment during GME where Link did something very close to a coming-out.

In case you haven't watched any of the GMEs, GME (Good Mythical Evening) is a paid live show they do once a year, which is like the strictly adult version of GMM. There, strong references to sex are allowed and they also drink enough to get inebriated and foul language is also allowed to some degree.

All that on its own would be already a lot to consider, but GME has also strong homoerotic traits since Rhett and Link play a lot with their ship there. Last year, they re-enacted rhink fics where they were having sex (basically handjobs?), I don't remember exactly. And they acted LIKE they were doing it. This year, they took it up a notch and Rhett actually sucked Link's nipple, among other things. And I mean, he really did it. For a few seconds. But he did it...properly. Don't ask me why they do this stuff. I don't know. I think nobody knows. I am just presenting you the facts so I can give you an idea about what is going on.

So, during a game in this latest GME, this dialogue took place regarding what the act of "docking" is:

Rhett: I was right! It is a gay thing! Stevie: Whaaat? I mean, well, Link also agreed with your answer so... Rhett: We both get points! Hold on, though... one guy needs to be circumcised. Link: Yeah you only need one circumcision for docking. Stevie: Oh you're asking ME? Rhett: I think..... I don't know a lot about this but I think only one guy needs to be uncircumcised. Link: Do you think docking actually happens? Because I don't think docking increases pleasure. Rhett: I don't know, man. I can't do it, man. My parents didn't give me a choice. They just circumcised me, man. Link: I know, but even after you're circumcised, you can try. Rhett: With someone who's not circumcised...... And also, I am not gay. Link: Hey, that's okay. It's okay. Rhett: Yeah, I mean, it's cool to not be gay! Link: No, it's not "cool"- Rhett: No, it's "okay" to not be gay! By "cool" I meant it is "okay" to not be gay! Link: But just go ahead and explain yourself completely. Rhett: But I might do it for scientific purposes! Link: This is what I wish you would do when I say something stupid. Rhett: If they needed to figure it out, if two scientists wanted to figure out whether two guys need to be uncircumcised, I'd be like "okay", I mean, I'd check with my wife first. Link: Yeah, but just say it is equally cool to be gay. Rhett: It is cool to be whatever you wanna be. Link: Yeah. Exactly. It's cool to be whatever you need, you want to be, you are. It's cool to be who you are. That's what I am deriving. Rhett: Yeah, that's the coolest you can be, to just be who you are. Right, Stevie? Link: I, you know what, I feel like, Stevie, I feel like I have been on a journey. Stevie: Okay. Rhett: Yeah. Link: To know- to figure out who I am. Rhett (mutters): Yeah, yeah, right. Link: And it's extremely rewarding, challenging and- Rhett: But we won't be docking later... Link: And..... rewarding. And we wanna- Yeah... can you... I was saying something important. Rhett: Because we're both circumcised. Link: Yes, but we are not gonna be docking later. Rhett: Right, because we're both circumcised. Link: But you can be circumcised and still have enough of a skin left after the circumcision to dock... In Good Mythical More we are gonna answer questions from the crew and we 're gonna have conversations about - (meanwhile Rhett talks simultaneously and almost over him about unimportant docking musings) Link: ...Right, so if you are not gonna come to Good Mythical More, please you can still get a ticket, join us for Good Mythical More, but for now we're gonna move on. Rhett (sarcastically): Don't you want more of this? Link: In the More. Stevie moves on with the game.

So, what happens next, Link also had two-three more moments when he seemed to consider talking about something and Rhett explicitly told him "Whatever it is you want to say, just keep it to yourself" and also in another moment "You can tell your Uber driver on your way home but not here".

During the More, at which Link hinted, there was a red box with nosy questions asked from the crew. Rhett was the one taking the questions and reading them. He chose to not read loudly and thus answer at least two questions, even though he pulled them out of the box.

Link eventually did not make any more similar statements.

You should also know that a couple of weeks ago, during the GME promo, Link had said that one reason we should watch the GME show was that he might even make an emotional speech before its end.

Another thing, the last months Link has also expressed in interviews and even in a college graduation that it is important to find who you are and explore your identity, addressing this especially to young adults. He always seems emotionally charged when he does it.

That's it. To me it just seems like there's one explanation only, but I will leave you to your own conclusions.

And one last detail. Rhett did everything in his power to not let Link finish what he started - almost bullied him out of it. Despite all that, notice what he said. While Link was trying to say whatever he was trying to say, Rhett said:

But we're not gonna be docking later.................. because we're both circumcised.

And he repeated the explanation once more.

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#rhink #rhett and link #randl #gme3 #gme 3 #gme 2023 #mythical #good mythical evening #thanks for thinking i am level headed #yet apparently a few people here think i am wild #i am not complaining at all i never had many problems #i have got a bunch of very good tumblr peeps around me here #however i don't deny i am amused at the idea of some people #taking this dialogue and sticking it to their ass #sorry i couldn't help it #don't bother with my mini rant anon #you rock #anon #mail

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maochira · 2 years ago

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Working at Blue Lock/father figure!Ego introduction

Tags: gn!reader, overworker and overachiever!reader, reader is a graphic designer, artist and assistant at Blue Lock

A/N: I want to make this a series so feel free to request more for father figure!Ego!! A part two to this will come soon as well! Also, this originally goes for one of my Blue Lock OCs, but I want to write it as an x reader for you guys to enjoy and because I prefer writing reader inserts💟

Working at Blue Lock is your first job ever, so ever since the beginning you swore to yourself that you'll put all of your power and passion into this. Especially because of how passionate Ego is about Blue Lock, you want to do your best to help him

Ego tends to give you very tight deadlines almost all the time. It's to be expected that at least once a day he'll tell you something like "You need to do this until tomorrow", or "I have this speech planned later, you need to do this until then", but nothing about that ever bothered you. It's on the opposite side, you've always been happy about getting tasks from him and feel good about being helpful to the project.

Most of your work consists of designing and drawing player icons and all the graphics Ego shows on his screens during his speeches. Every time he holds his speeches, you're in the back of the room to watch. To you, it's like seeing your work come to life, and that's always been your dream.

Ego often criticizes your work when you show him your ideas or sketches. But that's part of working as a graphic designer and artist. Even though his criticism tends to come off as harsh and cold, you're always happy to follow his wishes. And hey, in the end, it's always worth it because you get at least a little bit of praise. It's never much, usually just a simple "Good work, (Y/N)-chan" but for you, it's enough.

But due to your hard work, you pull at least one all-nighter a week. You'd still be able to finish all your tasks on time even if you got a healthy amount of sleep, but you always get so lost in your work that it keeps you awake all night. A part of that is passion, but another part is your overworking nature.

You rarely tell Ego and Anri about your all-nighters, you either act as if you got up extra early or just briefly mention something like "I couldn't fall asleep" and laugh it off. Ego never showed any concern over it, but Anri certainly did.

And for the first months, sleep deprivation didn't have that many effects on you. Surprisingly. Your passion kept you going. Well, until you pulled an all-nighter after a night with only 3 hours of sleep. Even caffeine couldn't save you anymore. You really try to keep your eyes open, but they get so heavy that they just close on their own and you end up falling asleep at your desk.

In the meantime, Ego is rewatching recordings of Blue Lock matches, until he sees you asleep at your desk. His first instinct is to wake you up and yell at you to continue your work, but he's so hesitant about it, he changes his mind after second thought. He remembers how you've been working extra hard lately and knows your current task isn't that urgent, so he simply lets you sleep.

But when you wake up, a rush of panic runs through your body. You immediately look up at your computer which has gone into sleep mode by now. You turn around to see Ego, still sitting on his chair.

"You finally woke up, huh?" His voice doesn't give off any particular emotion, but you automatically think he's mad at you for falling asleep during your work hours.

You open your mouth to apologize, but your mind is still a bit fuzzy and not properly awake yet. Before any words actually get out, Ego continues: "It was about time you got some proper sleep."

"Sorry, I've been-"

"No need to apologize," Ego interrupts you, "Just don't let this happen again."

"I won't, I promise." You answer before turning your computer back on, ready to finish whatever you were working on before you fell asleep.

"You really need to take better care of yourself." Ego tells you in a stern voice. "Get more sleep and pay attention to your health. I don't want you to get sick."

"Oh?" You turn around to face his direction. What he said makes you laugh a little. "Aren't you the one with eyebags who only eats instant noodles?"

Ego is slightly taken aback by your response and for a moment he struggles to find an answer. "Are you talking back to me?" Is the only thing he manages to come up with.

"I wouldn't call it talking back," you answer as you turn your head back to your computer, "I'm just surprised why you'd care more about me than taking care of yourself."

And with this, you've got yourself your own personal Ego speech.

"Listen, (Y/N)-chan. I 'care' for you in a way an employer cares for one of his workers. Because that's what you and I are. I can't have you getting sick or breaking down because you exhaust yourself too much. That would mean I would have to look for a temporary replacement which would cost time and money. Plus, your work is great even under these conditions and I doubt I'd find anyone else who's as passionate about this as you are. But even with that, I don't want you to exhaust yourself this much again. It's true that I appreciate your hard work, but with your hard work comes the need of taking care of yourself. Understood?"

Halfway through his speech, you turned back to look at him again. His expression and tone are not much different from how he usually is, but what he says still surprises you in some way. You and Ego never had a deeper conversation on anything, but this is starting to pick up your curiosity, so you decide to continue.

"That still doesn't explain why you'd tell me to take better care of myself when you uhm, you know."

"Leading Blue Lock comes with its sacrifices." Ego responds, "If I'll lose sleep over it, I'm willing to sacrifice that. But I'm not willing to let you sacrifice your health."

"So you're worried about me?"

Ego lets out a short frustrated sigh. "As I already said, I care for you in a way an employer cares for their worker. You're not much more than a tool to help my dream come alive."

You only nod in response and return to your work. You want to continue this conversation, but Ego's frustrated sigh is a sign to stop.

Even though what Ego said could definitely hurt someone's feelings, especially because of his stern tone, just him mentioning he cares about you in some way makes you happy. Sure, to him you're not much more than a tool to achieve his dream, but that still means you have some sort of important role for him. Be it in an employer-worker way, you're just happy to be useful.

As you continue your given task, Ego finds himself unable to concentrate on his own work. He thinks of his own words he just said to you moments ago and they keep repeating in his head until he wonders if he even spoke the truth.

Sure, in theory, you're not much more than an employee to him. But something about seeing how you overworked yourself and even sacrificed a lot of sleep just for the tasks he's given you made him truly realize how hard you've been working ever since the beginning of Blue Lock. It awakened some sort of protectiveness over you inside of him.

And even when he's back to focusing on his work every now and then his gaze wanders over to you with slight concern. He can't help but ask himself: Is this the kind of protectiveness a father feels about their child?

#honestly this is also a self insert thing for myself but psh #bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #blue lock ego #bllk ego #ego x reader #ego x you #ego jinpachi x reader #ego jinpachi x you #jinpachi ego x reader #jinpachi ego x you #ego jinpachi #jinpachi ego

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annasinterests · 1 year ago

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don't look at me like that unless you mean it

pain, make your way to me, to me ♫ and i'll always be just so inviting

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a/n: this chapter properly beat my ass. like. i struggled so hard to write this one you guys. however, i'm excited for the chapter after this one! i do think the next one will be a lot longer than the previous chapters, i've written a lot and i haven't even gotten halfway the plot of it. that being said, it may take a little longer to push out! as well as the fact that i will be working a lot this week (i do contracting work so i'm also lowkey daydreaming of joel half the time and let me tell you,, i will prob be putting out works based on those daydreams alone lmfaooo). anyways, i'll cut the rambling short- hope you guys are enjoying this fic! :)

word count: 3k

pairings: joel miller x f!reader

warnings & tags: minors dni, angst, reader dealing with past trauma, depictions of anxiety, ellie and reader spend time together, joel is cute at the end — please tell me if i missed anything!

Today marked your final day of administration duties for the week before a much-needed two-day break for patrol rotation.

You dreaded the switch more than ever now, but also because of the heat. During the summer, patrol weeks always felt like they came too quick. You could do the cool nights, you actually looked forward to those more, but you absolutely hated the long, unbearably hot days that preceded them.

The house had been quiet since your last conversation with Joel days ago. Since he held your face and told you that everything was going to be okay with the most tender look on his. Since you once again walked that careful line of what is and what could be.

During the day, you were able to keep yourself occupied with work, but it was harder at night when all you could do was stare at the ceiling and think yourself down a hole.

Ellie took note of your change in behavior. In fact, she knew it all too well. How it always looked like your head was somewhere else other than the present, the quietness, the thousand-yard stare. She especially sensed it when she overheard you and Joel talking on the back porch one night when you thought she wasn’t home, revisiting your previous conversation and asking how to break it to her that she couldn’t do patrol until things settled down. Though she didn’t outright confront you about it, she knew something was under your skin.

And she was right; you just couldn’t shake this off. So, you slung your pack over your shoulder and your gun in its holster on the way out to find the one person who could give you the answers you sought: Maria.

Her office resided on the second floor of the town hall, facing the wall built around Jackson, specifically arranged so she could watch the gate when she wasn't doing other duties around the town.

You thought up reasons and excuses to give for dropping in, but they all pointed to ones that wouldn’t warrant a visit or would reveal too much of your own thoughts.

Coming to the Bison tomorrow? No. She wouldn’t be interested in having that conversation, probably. Hey, any updates from patrol? Too direct. She’ll know you’re looking for something. You scoffed at yourself for not having a better plan.

Approaching her door, you silently prepared yourself for a somewhat calculated conversation. You knew her guarded nature, and you needed to employ a cunning approach to elicit the details you came for. Be light– not intrusive or eager. Maria was smart, you had to conceal and control your words and expressions.

You plastered on the biggest smile you could muster and knocked on the door, peeking your head in. “Maria, not catching you at a bad time, am I?”

Her head turned towards you, “Oh please, come in,” she gestured for you to join her at the window she stood at, "out of anyone, I'm glad it's you that came knocking."

This.. could be easier than you thought. You sauntered over next to her and followed her line of sight that fell upon the patrol, they'd been in a tight circle just before the gate. Tommy stood in the center of it all– seemingly giving a speech as he pointed and paired up people as he went along. When you caught sight of Joel, your heart skipped a beat, followed by a weight of discomfort. You watched as Fitz strolled over to him with a wide grin, which of course he didn’t return.

"Most of the time, I don't feel anything when he leaves," Maria's voice was calm and steady, "because part of me knows that he'll come back." She maintained her gaze below, shaking her head that it was almost imperceptible. "But now.. I'm not so sure of that."

You turned your attention to her, eyebrows slightly furrowed, looking for any indication of emotion from her words, but she stayed the same. Relaxed. Which contrasted from what she was insinuating. And while she was speaking of her own dilemma, you couldn't help but see that it was yours too.

“I’m gonna tell you something that has to stay between us,” you eased your expression as she shifted to face you, “and I’m gonna trust that you keep it to yourself, for now, at least.” Her eyes locked on you with caution before turning away to her desk, leaning her weight upon her palms.

"This group.. They're called the Washington Liberation Front. Most of them are former Fireflies."

Your jaw tensed at the name. The Fireflies, once perceived as fighting for a good cause, had betrayed you in the worst way possible, almost taking another person you loved, and framing it as a sacrifice for the greater good of humanity. Your hands twitched into a fist at the memory.

“Tommy started noticing the same descriptions on the patrol logs, so he sent a small group out for a couple weeks to see if they could find a trail.” You glanced back towards the window; the patrol had already left. "They found camps, concealed caches full of weapons and supplies.. And believe it or not, the last Firefly activity.”

You snapped your head at Maria as she chuckled lowly.

“Seems like they had some big operation in..” she flicked through some papers on her desk, dragging her finger across a page and tapping it once she found it, “Salt Lake City.”

It was like a pair of hands wrapped themselves around your throat.

No.

“I just- I don’t know-” she shook her head, “I don’t know what Jackson has to do with it.”

The wounds were tearing open, reminding you of all the bloodshed from that day, and how it stained your hands permanently. That shattered hospital, a place forever burned into your memories, tormented your conscience and left you wishing that you could erase every second spent in there.

You slowly leaned your arm on the window sill, trying to stabilize yourself as it felt like you could've collapsed right then and there. You hoped to God that your face wasn't giving anything away as you tried to maintain steady eye contact with her, even though she wasn't looking at you. She pulled a tattered paper from her drawer and handed it to you. "We found this the night before the meeting."

With shaky hands, you unfolded a map marked with color-coded strategic points and messages in regard to the group's surveillance of Jackson.

The havoc you wreaked on the Fireflies hadn’t been enough to end them, leading to something far worse; a bigger, stronger, more threatening militia than you could’ve imagined. The weight of the world threatened to crush you, you tried to control your breathing through your nose and struggled to keep your hand steady as you looked over the map. You felt your heart beating so hard that you were sure Maria could hear it too.

You had to maintain your composure. Nobody in Jackson knew, not even Tommy, and you were not about to fill the gaps for Maria right now.

As you studied it, you noticed an emblem in the top right corner that read ‘W.L.F’ with a crudely drawn wolf head right beneath it. Ugh– another one of those cliché military group symbols designed with an overinflated ego and heightened sense of self-importance. Overlooking your personal issues with it, you read a specific note in red ink:

WV - EC - CB

MVL > BM

Mike, Tango 2x, Sierra 2x

Fuck, that does looks like some sort of tracking. Goddamnit, Tommy.

Your face scrunched up as you reread the words, racking your brain to figure out the combination of military-alphabet and abbreviations. You held up the map with an inquisitive brow, “Have you figured this out?”

“No,” Maria shook her head as she pulled out more papers from her desk, stacking them gently before pushing them into your possession, “but I think maybe you can."

She looked at you in a way that let you know that you couldn't decline at least trying. You reluctantly nodded as you folded up the map and added it to the pile you held in between your fingers. Her trust in you was appreciated, but at the same time, you didn’t want it. Not for this, at least.

You gave her an affiliative smile and turned away to the door, but she called your name at the last moment as your hand grabbed the handle, anchoring you where you stood. You turned over your shoulder to her.

“Do you have any idea what they want with Jackson?”

You bit your lip and shook your head in a moment of silence.

“No.”

The rest of the day dragged on longer than ever, and forcing yourself through interactions proved harder to be than you thought. Even though most of your conversations were regular routine checks, you dreaded each one. You counted down the minutes until you could seal yourself away in your home.

The papers stuck out of your pack the whole day, a nagging reminder of what you had to look at sooner or later.

As soon as the town lights came on, that was your cue that your work day had come to a close, and you carried yourself home as quickly as possible, feeling like your legs would give up on you at any moment. Once the door clicked shut, you slumped against it and slid until you hit the floor, throwing the cursed papers away from you and sitting in complete silence and darkness.

You wanted to cry. Scream. Punch, kick, or break something. All day, you had to bottle up this knowledge while faking your smiles and laughs. But now it all came barreling down on your head. You had just gotten everything back, finally able to put the past behind you. But you felt it resurfacing with a mean fucking vengeance, and you didn’t know if you could endure it this time.

If this was your karma– a toll had already been taken. How much more had to give for your sins?

You tried to take deep breaths, but they seemed to make things worse. A familiar dizziness and numbness riddled your body as your hands and arms trembled. The air was getting thicker, and you were gasping out, fearing you couldn’t get enough of it into your lungs. Tears blurred your vision and hot streaks streamed down your face. Involuntarily, you rocked back and forth, hiding your face in your hands and knees that were pulled to your chest, and letting out broken cries and choked breaths.

It hit you with an overwhelming force. Your thoughts spiraled, each worry and concern feeding into the next. Minutes stretched into eternity, and it felt impossible to rip yourself from the vicious cycle.

You rested your head against the door, pushing out heavy sighs to ground yourself from the come down of adrenaline, and letting a profound exhaustion settle in. You rubbed at your eyes to dry any residual tears and massaged your temples, staring straight forward at the laundry room at the end of the hall. The streetlight filtered through the back door and glowed over a pair of Joel’s boots and Ellie’s sneakers kicked off next to each other. You whimpered and closed your eyes, not ready to start crying all over again.

You wanted them home so indescribably bad.

When you opened them, they landed on the documents strewn about the floor in front of you. And with a flicker to the laundry room and back, you leaned forward to grab them and pushed yourself off the floor.

Upstairs in your room, you flicked on a lamp and spread out the papers onto your bed to see exactly what Maria had given you: The map and a roster of members retrieved from their camp, a copy of Jackson's previous and future patrol schedules, threat assessment reports from patrolmen, and descriptions pulled from patrol logs.

You lazily glossed over the threat assessment reports, most of them contained the same details and alluded to the same idea that they meant harm. You didn’t bother looking at the roster and patrol logs for now, not even trying to attempt to make connections between descriptions and names and whatnot.

You grouped the items and slipped them into your nightstand drawer, turning your attention back to the map and patrol schedule. You sunk into your bed as you flipped through the several pages of the schedule, reading the same names, days, and times over and over again, your eyes lingering longer when they read Joel’s name.

After a certain point, you couldn’t make out anything, and a fizzled-out frustration crept in as the pieces of parchment became nothing more than just blurs of ink. Your head was pounding between the crying and attempting to make sense of all the information. Your fingers soothed the skin on the bridge of your nose, gliding over your eyebrows and temples, and then dragging down to rest your cheeks in the palms of your hands.

“Hello! Anybody home?”

Ellie’s voice caught you off guard, you hadn’t even heard the front door open.

“Up here!”

You quickly stowed away the rest of the papers in your nightstand and made your way downstairs. She'd been taking her shoes off on the couch when you saw her, and you felt instant relief. She was home. Home and safe. She peered over her shoulder at you as she fussed with the laces, "All the lights were off?"

“Oh- I just.. got in a few minutes ago,” you turned into the kitchen in time to miss the iffy look she gave you, “wasn’t sure if you were coming home or not.”

Ellie followed into the kitchen after you. “Sorry, I know you said not to be out past curfew,” she gestured two glass tupperwares in her hands towards you, “I was packing up leftovers from Dina’s for you and Joel.”

With that sheepish smile on her face, you couldn’t even be mad at her. She’d been late because of you. You smiled warmly at the sentiment, placing them on the counter and pulling her into a hug, holding her longer and tighter than you normally would, afraid to let go as if maybe you wouldn’t get the chance again. As you broke away, you lovingly smoothed her hair, “Thank you, Ellie.”

She stayed in the kitchen even after you went to store the leftovers in the fridge, watching you with an attentiveness you weren’t particularly used to from her. “Something on your mind?”

Her bottom lip jutted out, her voice a little higher than normal. “No.. Just wondering if maybe you wanted to.. watch a movie?” A small smile appeared on her face as she raised her shoulders.

You mirrored her smile. “I’d love to, kiddo. Why don’t you go pick out what you want to watch?”

She shook her head, walking over to you and guiding you out of the kitchen. “Nuh-uh. You always let me pick, I want you to pick and I’ll get everything else ready.”

You chuckled at her insistence and padded into the living room, crouching before the media center and picking through the titles until you found the one that piqued your interest the most.

Once you had it, you popped it into the DVD player and fiddled with the remote until it was at the title screen. You moved the coffee table in front of the tv and pulled the couch over accordingly, and just when you were about to go fetch more blankets and pillows, Ellie joined you with your share of the leftovers heated up “just incase” and a plethora of snacks and drinks. She swatted at you to sit while she reminded you that you were only supposed to pick the movie and nothing more, scolding you down the hall as she retrieved all the movie night necessities.

“Curtis and Viper 2? I swear, you and Joel are the same person sometimes!” She laughed as she finally saw the screen. “Speaking of Joel– he’s gonna be so mad when he sees that we watched it without him-”

“Again!” You blurted out with her, falling into a fit of laughter.

For the next almost two hours, you were able to forget about your entire day, solely enjoying the time you had with Ellie. Together, you recited your favorite lines from the film without missing a beat, humming the soundtrack while making dramatic action-like moves with your arms at each other. You bursted out in laughter at the cheesy one-liners, and gripped the blanket with anticipation at the climax of the film, though you knew the resolution. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much and your lungs ached in a happy pain.

This was what you needed.

In somewhere in the falling point of the film, you dozed off to sleep, unable to fight against the soft pillows and blankets you were wrapped up in. Ellie noticed when she went to nudge you during another scene you both loved and you didn’t respond, and instead of waking you up, she lowered the volume on the tv and sat with you until the end credits rolled.

It was well after midnight when Joel came home and Ellie was already in her house in the back. She’d tiptoed around the house to clean up so you wouldn’t have to in the morning, but forgot to put the DVD back with the others.

He almost walked past the living room until he saw the furniture rearranged, taking a few steps in to see you peacefully sleeping on the couch. He mustered up a tired smile at the sight of you, gently reaching out to brush stray hairs from your face.

And when he noticed Curtis and Viper 2 still on the coffee table, his smile deepend despite missing out on movie night once again. He spoke in a whisper that could have easily been to you or himself.

“You two are gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fic #tlou #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #annasmasterlist #annawrites

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terresdebrume · 6 months ago

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Ok so Hi, Hello, I hope you're having a great day! I just read your latest fic for the time between us series on ao3 and I found your blog while I was on Aphrodite's tag having a small trip down memory lane lol I just wanted to thank you for this new fic, and also to tell you that I loved it, and that it was a really nice surprise in an otherwise rather boring Sunday. Also, please don't think I was stalking your blog or anything djfshdf, but I saw you made a post about how you hc that Piscies training turns their cosmos into a kind of autoinmmune disease and 👀👀 I'm curious now and would love to hear your thoughts about it if you feel like sharing!

Hi Nonners!

I woke up to your message so yeah, my day is starting pretty well :D

I'm so happy you liked the fic, it's been so long since I updated this series I'm still riding the high of posting tbh xD And btw, stalk my blog as much as you like, that's what I tag (most of) my posts for xD I love seeing people pick a tag on there and just go through it, it always makes me go 'hey friend, I see you!' so really d'ont feel self conscious about it :)

Okay, now on to the headcanon part of the ask, under the cut because it might get long.

So, the thing is that officially, Athena's knights/saints are supposed to be normal people who figured out how to unlock the super special part of their brains, more or less. But normal people don't have poisoned blood, so while figuring out what Aphrodite's deal was, I thought it would be good to figure out how the heck he made that work.

Now I could have said the poison blood was just another cosmos technique like his roses but

It's less angsty

From a Watsonian standpoint it makes no practical sense bc then other knights would be able to sense his cosmos heighten and get advance warning that the poison was coming, which defeats the purpose of Aphrodite's 'you'll be dead before you realize I'm trying to hurt you' MO

So if the toxic blood wasn't a cosmos effect, the easiest way to make it is to essentially treat the Pisces Saint's body like a big syringe, with teeth/nails/blood needles as the needle: just pump the guy full of poison and let him release it through bites in the event that someone gets close enough for it.

However, once you start putting poison into said apprentice's body, you have to have a way for them not to die. So essentially, what I decided happens in the TBU verse is that Pisces apprentice are actually picked out at around 6 months to a year old, and undergo a sort of passive cosmos training, in which they are given manageable doses of poison and their master guides their cosmos to make it inert/ineffective. As they grow up, the doses of poison become bigger, and the filtering of their blood via cosmos becomes an autonomic reflex, like breathing

Which is why, if they stop ingesting poison, their cosmos instead attacks other parts of the blood: viruses and bacteria, yes, but also blood cells and white cells and all the nitty gritty stuff that you want to have enough of for your body to function properly. In practice, I imagine if Aphrodite didn't get his (quite high) daily dose of poison for a while, he would start developing symptoms similar to AIDS (bc of the attack on white cells) and some Red Blood Cells disorders.

The reason I used the term autoimmune disease even though those two examples aren't autoimmune is because it would be a sickness caused by the Saint's body/self rather than something exterior to it.

TL;DR: Back when a friend let me his copies of Lost Canva, Albafica was said to have poisoned blood and the question of how that looked, in practicality, has been poking at my brain ever since :P

#Saint Seiya #Pisces Albafica #Pisces Aphrodite #Saint Seiya Fanfic #Saint Seiya Meta #Pisces Saints #Aphrodite Meta #s: times between us #meta

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sniping-sharko · 2 years ago

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okay so i know i insinuated i wouldn’t be doing much actual posting on this site in my description but apparently i’m already contradicting that statement very strongly so i might as well make one of these for convenience in the future. complete text under the cut

hey, i'm sharko. he/they/it/ve. 20+, pan. diagnosed audhd, undiagnosed lethal amounts of swag. still figuring stuff out but as of now i'm fairly sure that i'm a guy who likes men lots and lots. i have a tendency to be very blunt and somewhat aggressive, so if i say something properly out of line at all please let me know. i won’t be posting outright wank material on here but occasionally may post suggestive/nsft content from time to time (tagged appropriately, i’m hoping)

mostly a blog for twiddling my fingers and snickering to myself abt my interests i have like 2 or 3 very intense interests right now but they're verrrrry very secretive i bet you totally won't be able to guess them at all. im very normal and quiet about them (lie)

art tag is #sharko’s stuff (link doesn’t work on app fsr) i mostly do sfm things but one day when i’m not terrible at drawing i might start posting something 2d every once in a while. quick note: nearly all reblogged posts will be queued bc i'm very mentally sound and healthy probably

character tags will have a prefix of the fandom they're from (e.g. "#tf2 soldier", "#tfp optimus prime"). ensemble cast posts for tf2 will be tagged "#whole team tag" and ensemble posts for tfp will be tagged with #team prime and/or #decepticons. tf2 shipnames will be straightforward portmanteaus w/ names in order of class numbers (e.g. #sniperspy and #soldierdemo) for consistency but tfp shipnames are just. whatever idk the most common one i find. "#actual game tag" for posts involving tf2 gameplay

original textposts will usually be tagged under "#it can talk" along with posts where i have anything of substance to say in the tags (with posts by other people that i consider befitting of the term textposts just tagged #textpost), resources and generally helpful things go under #useful, and other miscellaneous/non-fandom stuff goes under #sharkoposting. rbs are tagged #reblog and art i find will be tagged #art because i do not have the energy to be creative about the tagging of those, 3d stuff tagged appropriately (though if it isn't sfm, it'll probably just be #3d).

do not involve me in pro-ship or anti-ship discourse. i do not have a dni and don't plan to have one in future, but for both our sakes i do not want to talk about that. i don't give a flying fuck what other people ship, and i would highly appreciate if nobody attempted to argue with me about the ethics of mashing fictional characters' faces together like barbie dolls. thank you and have a good night tri-state area

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sofias-diary · 1 year ago

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Period hasn’t come yet. Only a matter of time now… that’s what’s awful about starting your period at FOURTEEN. Who starts their period that late??? I’m fifteen now though, don’t you worry about that. But my periods are like suuuuuper irregular so I have no idea when it’s going to appear!

I started watching Killing Eve. And I finished the third series of What We Do In The Shadows and can’t watch any more unless I get Disney+ (that’s never going to happen).

I think about Leia a lot. Like, more than friends normally think about their friends. But I don’t think I have a crush on her, right? Because when I had a crush on Christabelle that was SO different. I don’t feel about Leia that way. But it’s definitely a greater feeling than normal friendship. When I first properly met her I thought I had a crush on her but I know now that was just me wanting to be friends with her as I had no other friends at the time. The way Dilpreet mentions that sometimes is actually soul-crushing because every once in a while she’ll say “Hey, remember when you sat on your own all the time?/when you would go to class super early to avoid other people seeing you be totally alone?” as if it wasn’t one of the worst times of my life. Whatever.

I think the reason I like Leia so much is because she’s so perfect and I can’t understand it. She has this way of being so sincere when she tells me she missed me on the few days I was sick, and I could tell she genuinely genuinely meant it. I like that about her because it means I can tell her how much I love her (which is a LOT!). And when we have conversations it’s like when you’ve been sat in a car for hours and you finally step outside and you get that fresh clean air. And when she compliments me or reassures me about something it feels like it’s the middle of summer and the sun is rising and all the flowers have begun to bloom.

I don’t like her boyfriend much. I don’t dislike him. He’s incredibly kind to her and about once a week she’ll tell me something wonderfully sweet he said to her, usually about how he wishes she saw herself how he sees her. I could bet a million pounds I see her in a far better light! And he went to ARMY SCHOOL… and she showed me his six pack… ew… he literally failed his GCSES. Oh, did I mention he’s 17 and she’s my age? And he sent her a dick pic she didn’t ask for. As if anyone would ask for that! He’s an idiot and he’s disrespectful.

Tegan (the girl Leia used to be best friends with) clearly hated him. Why would she do that? She would talk about how much she hated him to her face. I would never do that. I couldn’t hurt her feelings like that! I think Tegan likes Leia a bit. Clearly not a lot though, because she’s always so nasty to her. Maybe she’s just a bit controlling - I know she gets jealous when Leia sits with me and my friends instead of Tegan and her friends. Not that it’s a competition or anything.

I’m never ever mean to Leia! God I sound like such a nice guy. I’m not, I swear. Well I mean I am nice. You know what I mean… When Leia was trying to convince me not to buy her anything for Christmas and I told her I would because she deserved it, I feel like nobody ever really tells her that because she had a real reaction to it. And when she told me about how she went on a bus for the first time I saw how her eyes lit up with wonder! Over a bus! She’s so cute. And once in English, when Emily and Natalija weren’t in (thank GOD) Leia said to me that it was the highlight of her day. How precious is that?!

I think it’s more that I just want to be her best friend. I think.

Should I start adding tags to these? Because I genuinely do not care if people can read them. I just write them when I can’t write in my proper diary.

More later, Sofia xx

#diary #digital diary #dear diary #diary entry #online diary

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morgan-weston · 6 months ago

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meeting is a pleasant place || eva & morgan

TAGGING → eva anderson & morgan weston

LOCATION → psu mixer

TIME FRAME → 7/13/2024

NOTES → eva and morgan meet at the mixer and quickly start flirting

Eva Anderson

Dressed in an orange low cut, satin romper, Eva ran a hand through her hair as she sauntered over to the bar for another drink. "I'll take a martini please...*dirty*." She called out to the bartender, who was cute and would have probably been on her list of possible options for the night if she weren't dedicated to mingling with PSU staff and students. Once her drink was handed over, she was about to take a sip until she noticed a handsome man on the other end of the bar. "Hey." She stated, smiling politely as she slid closer to him. "It's Morgan, right? Guy with the horses that love Shania?"

Morgan Weston

There were more people than Morgan was used to; he figured that would happen, when he'd signed up for a summer course, and had been invited to a mixer between students and staff. It wasn't a problem, it just took some adjusting. Alcohol definitely made it easier to adjust though, and that was why he had headed straight to the bar, asking for an ice-cold beer. Leaning against it with his side, he was watching all of the people excitedly chatting, as he took a sip of his beverage. And then he heard a voice. Looking over, he greeted the gorgeous woman with a gentle smile, followed by a chuckle. "Guilty. I'm gonna be known as the guy with the Shania-loving horses now, aren't I?" Morgan stood properly, revealing the height difference between the two, before extending his hand, so he could greet the girl. "I never got your name?"

Eva Anderson

It didn't take much to realize that Morgan wasn't a people person like herself and some of the others around here were, which was also a nice change of pace, but Eva was never one to back down from any sort of challenge. She would get a conversation out of drywall if she tried hard enough , so she was going to get something out of him. When he confirmed his identity, she couldn't help but giggle softly. "You are, but that's actually not a bad way to be remembered. Not that your face alone isn't memorable enough." Was she flirting? The answer was always a hard yes. Sipping on her martini, she raised a brow as she shook his hand, taking note of the size of said hands. "It depends. If you're a student, then it's Professor Anderson. But if you're staff, you can just call me Eva. The pleasure is all yours, I'm sure."

Morgan Weston

It wasn't uncommon for Morgan to hit up a bar every now and again, just to have a cold one, and watch whatever sports was playing; and he'd sometimes strike up a conversation with the people sitting there. Sometimes he was lucky enough that that person was even attractive. This was one of those cases. Extremely attractive. He wasn't great at taking compliments well though, and his face started to get the slightest hint of red. "Well, if that ain't a line." He said, impressed by her forwardness. His eyebrows shot up, his hand still shaking hers. *Professor*? "It absolutely is all mine, *Professor Anderson*." For a moment, Morgan's face read 'even more impressed' - if he didn't know any better, he'd say there was a giant neon sign hanging above his head reading 'impressed' with a giant arrow pointing at him. But then he remembered that their hands were still holding, and he let it go, coming back to reality and not this cartoon version of them. Pushing his already rolled-up sleeves of his green plaid shirt up his arms, he leaned back against the bar, eyes directly on Eva's. "What do you teach?"

Eva Anderson

Noticing the tint gracing his cheeks, Eva smiled in response. One thing she adored was anyone who wasn't afraid to let their facial expressions or body language just go with the flow. "I'm a charmer, apparently it's an Anderson trait." She teased, though she could count on two hands the amount of times her entire family was praised for such a thing. Trying not to let her own face show the deflation when he pulled his hand away, she simply smirked. "Communications. Primarily two classes: Intro to PR and Advertising, and Master of Arts in Public Relations and Advertising." Eva stated proudly. "What about you? Are you a student, or are you about to be tortured by students too?"

Morgan Weston

"It definitely comes naturally to you," Morgan praised, slightly nodding his head to further his point. The confidence was attractive to him, but he figured that Eva already knew that. She seemed like the type of person who would be very aware of the effect she had on other people, and how to use it to her advance. He took another sip of his beer, as she listed off her accomplishments, and once again, he didn't hide just how impressed he was, as he swallowed the beer, the bittersweet taste coating his mouth. "Those were a lot of fancy words, young lady, ya gotta break 'em down for me. What do they mean?" Morgan asked, a little cheeky smile showing. "No, thankfully I'm just a student for the summer. I'm taking a course in business marketing over the next few weeks. I'm hoping it'll do my own company some good, y'know?"

Eva Anderson

"Thank you." Eva grinned as she downed the rest of her martini, and then sat the glass back down on the counter. She could tell that he wasn't turned off by her confidence yet, so it was probably a good thing that she wasn't unleashing her full ego on the poor man. Nodding along when he pointed out that he didn't understand the class titles, she shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm gonna be teaching future marketing and communications kids, as well as influencers, how to sell themselves, their brand, their business, etc. It's one of those 'teach what you know' situations basically." She explained with yet another 1000 watt smile. She hadn't even expected Morgan to be a Business student, let alone have a company, but now she was even more interested. "What sort of company do you have? Something with horses?"

Morgan Weston

Morgan was naturally a quiet man. He had no issues engaging in conversation with people; he wasn't shy, or anti-social. He just wasn't a boasty or loud type. But he enjoyed talking to people, and getting to know them. Eva was no exception. The smiles she was sending him were now permanently ingrained in his mind, it was just that captivating. A quiet 'ahhhh' escaped his lips, as he nodded, finally understanding it all. "That's gotta be interesting- I mean, there must be a lot of different aspects to consider, lots of groundwork to cover. How long have ya been teaching for?" Morgan put the empty beer bottle away, and let the bartender do their work, while his own attention was still 100% on Eva. "Yes, ma'am, that's correct. I'm a horse wrangler. You need a horse to perform in your movie, you call me." Morgan said proudly, and stood up straight, putting a hand in the pocket of his black jeans, whilst running the other against his well-groomed beard. "I'm just trying to learn a few tricks here, to help keep the business going."

Eva Anderson

Although Eva's main intentions tonight hadn't been to talk about work much, at least not with students, there was something about diving into it with Morgan that she didn't quite mind. Maybe it was the fact that she could sense him being more reserved than half of the other people she'd talked to, so keeping things professional seemed like the best option (for now). "This will be my first year teaching actually." Her mind was still getting used to the idea of her being a professor now, and even saying it still hadn't allowed it to fully sink in yet. Morgan's accent made her swoon just a little bit, yet she was sure that most women probably swooned over it as well. "I dont think I've ever met like an actual movie animal wrangler before." She hummed, which was odd considering how many movies her father had done over the years. "That's actually smart though. Knowing the ins and outs of the business side of things could be really helpful, but so could marketing. I mean, do people just call you for the movies, or do you have to like sell yourself to get your horses booked?"

Morgan Weston

Full lips formed perfectly into an 'o', as he silently mouthed 'wow' to himself. "You appear so professional! I would never have guessed this was your first year of teaching," Morgan said, hand moving from his beard, and gesturing instead. Leaning in so he could lower his voice, Morgan said, "If you have any trouble with any of ya students, just send them my way - I've got a big stable that could do with a few extra hands." He moved back again, but it wasn't completely lost on him just how good Eva smelled, when he'd been a lot closer to her. Sweet. Enticing. Classy. Shrugging, Morgan tried to stay humble when it came to his company, but he couldn't deny that he was proud of what he'd been able to build. "We have a few competitors, but we pride ourselves on being different from them, in terms of our training techniques. More gentle; the horse leads the way. I want to figure out if that can benefit us, in an ethical marketing way." Chuckling, Morgan ran a hand through his hair, before shaking his head. "But I'm sure that's boring to hear about, so please, tell me more about yourself. Eva. Professor Anderson."

Eva Anderson

Eva giggled at the compliment, and it wasn't the first she'd heard it but it was still funny to her. "I'm being behaved since students around, but I'm sort of wild sometimes. Before coming back here, I spent the last 10 years working for a talent agency. I was a teenage beauty influencer so after I got all of my degrees, I decided to try my hand on the *other* side of the marketing and PR for the new generation of celebrities. That taught me how to be professional so I can turn it off and on." She clarified with a nod. It was a blessing, in her opinion. Morgan talking about his horses was precious, and honestly, she wanted nothing more than to see him in action with them. "That's really good. I know there's some horror stories out there about animal wranglers being hard on the animals, so I like that you're different." Eva smiled. "It's not boring at all, but are you sure you want me to tell you more about me? i'm a lot more tame now but during my teen years? I was trouble."

Morgan Weston

Sort of wild sometimes - this wasn't Morgan's first rodeo (quite literally), and that only intrigued him, to hear more of. "What does 'wild' consist of?" He asked, moving a step closer, so that he could slide his arm over the bar, leaning against it again. That way, they were actually the same height. Humming, Morgan nodded along as he listened. It sounded like Eva had lived a thousand lives in basically no time, and Morgan wanted a run-down of every single one of them. "You've got a lot of experience under your belt, huh? Have you always been living here, in L.A.?" He asked her, eyes roaming over her features, and taking them in. She was beautiful, in a dark and mysterious way - something that didn't seem to align with her personality, but that was probably what made her so captivating. "Well, y'know, when you're dealing with animals that are doing this as a job - and as your job - you wanna make sure you treat them the best. They don't know what's going on, so I'm not about to make their life even worse." Morgan justified, before putting his elbow on the bar, and his hand on his chin, gesturing that he was ready to listen. "You can't tell me that you were trouble, and then not give me some examples."

Eva Anderson

Watching Morgan step closer as he pushed for more details about her wild side, Eva smirked. "Oh, I get wasted and start dancing on top of bars, stripping a little bit, and indulging in any attractive people that are around." She teased, though that was pretty much how most of her nights out went, and she had sort of gone into tonight expecting that exact same thing too. Studying how much closer he seemed to keep getting, she shook her head at his question. "No, my parents raised us in Dallas, so until I was forced to enroll in PSU after high school, it was just trips to LA for events and stuff." The way his eyes were roaming her body was starting to warm her up more than the liquor coursing through her body, but she didn't mind it at all. A man that looked like he did talking about being gentle and nurturing for his animals was unfamiliar territory, but she was definitely a fan of it now. "That's actually really sweet, and exactly the kind of thing you should be using for your business marketing. I'd hire you, or your animals, in a heartbeat." Of course Eva's business mentality would kick in while she was flirting, yet she couldn't help herself. She should have expected him to be more curious about her troubled past, so she simply shrugged one of her shoulders. "I've been arrested for public indecency, public intoxication, driving under the influence, and disturbing the peace — and that was all before my 18th birthday. I was basically following in Lindsay Lohan's footsteps."

Morgan Weston

“Hold on, I’mma get my notepad out, so I can note down where you go to party,” Morgan joked, a playful smirk on his face. “Oh, you’re from Dallas? I love that place- I guess that’s not very surprising. But it’s a nice place. D’ya ever miss it?” Morgan was hoping he wasn’t asking any intruding questions or overstepping any boundaries, but he missed Montana a lot, and he was curious to hear if anyone from outside L.A. missed their home state. “Yeah? Well, in that case- here,” Morgan dug into his back pocket to pull out his wallet, grabbing a business card to hand to Eva. ’Morgan Weston, Hollywood Horse Wrangler.’ “My phone number is on it; y’know, in case you ever wanna…hire me, and my girls.” Morgan offered her a flirty smirk, the card sticking out in between two fingers. ”And look at her, she’s having a resurgence period, and everything!” Morgan said with a big grin on his face. “You lived your youth to the fullest, huh? Did you have a favorite cop? I never got into the kind of trouble you did, but I did break a few windows, and start a few fights, and whenever Officer Malcolm picked me up, I knew I’d get the good treatment.” Morgan revealed to Eva. He really wasn’t one to judge.

Eva Anderson

"Good!" Eva giggled at his joke, though he probably should be taking notes to see her again, not that she was going to blurt that out just yet. "But nah, I don't really miss it. I miss some of the food, and I do go back and visit sometimes, but most of my family is out here now." She hummed. "What about you? Where are you from, and do you miss it?" She questioned curiously. Most people she met hardly ever talked about their hometowns since LA had been a staple for them all at this point, but she didn't mind hearing about that sort of thing anyways. Raising a brow when he went for his wallet, she smiled when he flashed a business card. She did love it when any business owner carried their cards on hand at any and every event, just in case, so she eagerly took the card and glanced over it. She eyed the phone number before she glanced back up at him. "I'll see what I can do for the business, but is this number just for business, or do you take personal calls on it too?" She asked, not even trying to hide the way she had to bite her lip in anticipation. Eva would probably use it for both either way, but she did at least want his take on it. Smiling as he mentioned LiLo's resurgence, she tucked the card into her clutch before her own curiosity was piqued at his next set of words. "I disliked all of those cops equally, but hang on. Breaking windows, starting fights? Don't tell me Mr. Gentle Horse Wrangler has a bad side?" She teased, leaning in even closer to the man. "Did you *win* those fights?"

Morgan Weston

The way Eva's giggle sounded in Morgan's ears was like sweet music, and it only fuelled the fire to keep trying to make her giggle. It also fuelled the confidence-fire within him, knowing that he was able to get that out of her. "The food there *is* amazing, I'll give ya that," Morgan agreed softly. "Montana. I miss it every day, but I'm at a point in my life where I need to try out new things and new places, and the rest of my family's here, so," The tall man shrugged his shoulders. L.A. wasn't exactly his cup of tea, but it was exciting being here, and trying to make a name of himself in other places than just his hometown - plus, wanting to establish some sort of relationship with his siblings. Morgan watched Eva scan his business card with her eyes, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise at her question. He took a moment, humming lightly to himself before he spoke up. "Mhmm, there'll be something very wrong with that number, if you talk to a secretary, or someone else. I'm available on that phone, day and night." He watched her bite her lip, keeping an eye on how it slipped between her teeth, and he had to force himself to tear his eyes off of them. Morgan clumsily adjusted himself against the bar, finally able to look away for a moment, until he felt her move closer to him. A sound escaped his lips. What the hell was that? A nervous laugh? Morgan cleared his throat and nodded. "I did, surprisingly. But I was also feisty back then. I had a lot of rage, as a 15-year old, and used a lot of unfair moves against my opponents." He paused, furrowing his eyebrows, but still keeping smile on his lips. "I'm sure you've seen a hell of a lot of people with bad sides, working for a talent agency, in La La Land, of all places though, right?"

Eva Anderson

"How often were you in Dallas?" Maybe it was for a movie, or maybe he was there for fun, but now Eva needed to understand why their paths hadn't crossed before right now. "Montana, huh? That place is like full of mountains and Yellowstone, right?" She hummed. It definitely wasn't somewhere she recall checking out before, so she knew very little about it, clearly. It did give her something else to pick his brain about later though. Once he confirmed that he was available at the number on his card day and night, she made a mental note to store it into her phone after this whole thing. "I'll keep that in mind." She promised. She was forward, sure, but she wasn't gonna hit him up the second they left here. Eva would never come off as desperate, and she'd want him to be waiting for at least a day first. The noise he let out was one she found enticing, and it only made her grin back at him. "I don't know, I don't really see the feisty side in you just yet, but now I kinda want to. I also want to see these 'unfair moves' too." She pleaded, though she was sure those moves weren't sexual but either way, she needed to see this sort of thing in action. Taking in his question about some of the clients she'd worked with, Eva groaned as she nodded. "It was bad before, but it's gotten worse since content creating became a legit career path. Like kids who make one video that take offs get thrust into stardom overnight and have no sort of etiquette, so they come out here and go batshit crazy. Or worse, they were already showing their bad side in their small town so you bring them out here and you realize that the viral videos didn't tell you how they were off camera. It's almost like raising someone else's adult children."

Morgan Weston

"Maybe a few times a year," Morgan started, before following up with a reason. "Dallas has the biggest equestrian center in Texas, it's a good place to go, to scope things out. And eat, obviously." He said with a grin, his eyes finding Eva's. His life consisted mainly of his work, but he wanted to make sure that he did also indulge in other activities outside of it. "That's correct, ma'am. If ya like nature, it's the place to go. It's beautiful." He could speak for hours about the place. The mountains, the forests, the rivers; how he could spend *days* without sleep, just soaking it all up. Now, there was new terrain to be explored, and it excited the tall man. "You seem a lot more familiar with LA, than I am - d'ya think you could show me around some day? I haven't really had the time to explore any good eating places, since moving back here." Morgan suggested, a slight hint of a flirtatious tone in his voice. Did he want to see Eva again? Absolutely. Did he want it to be in a much less...professional setting? Without a doubt. A suggestive pair of eyebrows lifted, and he smirked to himself. He'd never think that his little rebellious stint during his teenage years would be interesting, but here Eva was, proving him otherwise. "I'm sure you'll catch it some day - just keep hanging onto me, and it'll show up." He promised her, having leant in closer to tell her, like it was a secret just between the two of them. Groaning, Morgan couldn't imagine how to deal with what Eva had voluntarily worked with for ten years. "I take my hat off to ya, I don't know how you did that. I'm really impressed. And now you wanna pass on that wisdom to the next generation. That's admirable. Truly."

Eva Anderson

Thinking it over, Eva nodded. "Right, we do have that, don't we?" She asked, giggling at the sudden realization that she had known about the place even if she'd never really been there herself. Perking up as he confirmed what Montana was mostly known for, she was sure that her thoughts probably needed a filter and yet, since they didn't, she was already getting ahead of herself. Luckily before she could even embarrass herself (possibly anyways), he asked her to be a tour guide around LA and she grinned. "I'll show you around LA if you take me back to Montana sometime and show me around." She offered, and it was a fair trade in her opinion. "But I certainly wouldn't want a man of your caliber to starve, so I can definitely show you the best places to eat." Eva teased. As if she needed any other reason to stick around Morgan, the promise of getting to see his rebellious side was a guaranteed way to leave her hooked, as was him inching closer to her. "Then I guess you're gonna be stuck with me for a while, Mr. Weston." She stated and winked. He didn't know what he was getting himself into with her, but she was quite eager to find out just how long he'd actually stick around for. She found herself blushing this time at the praise, which she was sure she didn't entirely deserve but would accept anyways. "Thank you. I feel like teaching other nepo babies might give me a run for my money, but I figured that for the ones that genuinely want to know the ins and outs of the business, it would help to have an experience professor. But let's see if I still feel this way after this first semester." She joked.

Morgan Weston

It would've been nice to have known Eva sooner, because he always felt like he wanted to explore Dallas when he visited, but never knew where to start - she would've been a good tour guide to have. Grinning, Morgan nodded agreeingly and stuck his hand out, so they could shake on it. "That's a deal, and I'mma hold you to it." He told her. Morgan hummed delightfully to himself. They were setting up some good agreements here, and he loved it; he got to spend more time with Eva, get to know her better, and he definitely didn't hate how flirtatious it was between them. "I'm looking forward to it, Miss Anderson," He quipped back, matching her vibe completely, but not being able to hold back that slight blush on his cheeks as she winked at him. He chuckled nervously to himself, looking down at the floor with a grin for just a second, before he looked back up at her, now catching her blush, after his compliment. It was cute and he really liked having that effect on her. It only made him strive to have it more on her. "I'm sure you'll be great! Although, should ya have a bad day or two, I'll always be here with a glass of wine, and a homecooked meal - just say the word." Morgan promised her, imagining just how difficult it might be to settle into a completely new job; and also, selfishly, wanting to spend more time with the girl in front of him.

Eva Anderson

Glancing at the hand being offered to her again, Eva eagerly placed her hand into his and shook it. "You can hold me to whatever you want, cowboy." Why was she starting to sound desperate? Maybe it was the whole cowboy thing that was getting to her, but she definitely needed to calm her ass down, if at all possible. That all went out the window when he said Miss Anderson with that country drawl, and if not for her still gripping his hand, her knees probably would've buckled under her and she'd be on the ground. "You might not be saying that after putting up with me for longer than just tonight." She taunted, though she had ways to keep people glued to her, one way or another. Flirting with people was never this enticing, but Eva knew better than to hone on it too much, so she simply intertwined fingers in his as he opened up the floor to something else that could reel her in. "Homecooked meal? A man who wrangles horses *and* can throw down in the kitchen? Are you single? There's no way you're still single when you seem to check every single box a woman would be looking for." She hummed, and although she wasn't about to ask him to wife her up right here at a bar, it was quite shocking that some other lovestruck woman hadn't. "I will most certainly keep that in mind though. What's your favorite thing to cook?"

Morgan Weston

'You can hold me to whatever you want'. Images started flooding Morgan's mind. They weren't clean or family friendly; rather the opposite. It caused him to bite down on his lower lip, gently letting it go again after a moment. He wondered what it might feel like, to have her teeth tugging on his lips like that. What it'd feel to wrap his arms around her small body. What kind of sounds she'd make when he- clearing his throat with a small cough, Morgan smirked. "I like a good challenge," he told her, instantly missing the images that his brain had produced just a few seconds ago. Although, he figured, it wouldn't even be much of a challenge. It felt natural to stand there, and flirt with Eva; he figured that, as a quiet man, everything else would feel just as natural and easy. Her small fingers felt so soft and gentle against the calloused skin on his, but it was a welcomed feeling, that had him weak in the knees. He couldn't help but laugh out loud at Eva's comments. She was sweet. "Yeah, I'm single. I don't know, work just took over for a while, but I'm kinda tryin' to live a little more now. That includes actually spending time learning new recipes, y'know?" Morgan naturally took one step closer to Eva, and their bodies were almost touching now. He could pretty much feel the sparks between them. "My granny taught me how to make the best fried chicken, but I also make a mean spaghetti and meatballs, and chicken and dumplings," Morgan told her, that accent coming in thick on the last part of 'dumplings'. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Eva's ear, so he could tell her, softly, "But if there's something you like- whatever you want, Miss Anderson, I'm at your disposal."

Eva Anderson

Watching the man bite down on his lip, Eva didn't know how the hell she wasn't already pulling him away from the bar, yet she wasn't jumping the gun with him this early, regardless of how badly she wanted him to. They were both up for a challenge, which was both tempting and dangerous. Morgan's entire demeanor was foreign to her, yet she was yearning to spend more time getting to know him — and in more ways than one. She glanced down at their hands as he spoke, still baffled by him being single when he was clearly husband material, or at least what she'd heard of such requirements since that wasn't her forte. "A hard working man who cooks? I feel like that's unheard of around here considering we'd all rather pay someone to do it for us, so all of the PSU women will be drooling once they get to know you better." She pointed out, and she was lucky that she wasn't the jealous type of she'd be trembling now at such a thought. Luckily she wasn't worried about anyone else, but especially not when he started talking about the food he could make and inching even closer to her. The accent only made it all better, and Eva was for sure drooling now. "Is it bad that I want to try all three dishes you just named?" She asked, humming as she closed what little space was left between them and pressed her body against his, letting him whisper into her ear before she smirked in response. "I can think of a few things I like..but I should probably act like a lady and tell you to treat me to a real dinner first *before* I let you have me as dessert." Eva stated, licking her lips as she met his gaze.

Morgan Weston

There was clearly this whole ’big city girl / small town boy’ thing going on between Eva and Morgan. It seemed like she knew LA better than any of the people that Morgan had even done business with – and that included big Hollywood producers. She was dressed in a sleek dress, showing off all of her attributes, and it made it difficult for someone like Morgan to think straight. He was used to dust blowing in all directions, worn-down jeans and 15-year-old boots that needed to be mended twice a year but still kept going strong. It was attractive to him, that there was this clean and elegant girl clearly knowing what she wanted and knowing how to get it. If Morgan didn’t know better, he’d say that he could be wrapped around her finger in no time, if she wanted. He couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head at Eva’s comment. She was being too sweet. He’d been too busy to date in the last few years, and his ex-girlfriends hadn’t been too thrilled about his presence being more on work and the animals, than in their relationship. “With the amount of crazy talented folks in this place, I doubt that’s the case,” Morgan said and looked around; it really was a pool of purely attractive people, it had actually been a bit of a shock when he first got to LA. The feeling of Eva’s body against his caused the hair on his arm and nape of his neck to stand up, and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say that his facial hair was doing the exact same thing. There was an electricity coming from her, that caused him to be slightly speechless, especially after he heard her response. When she pulled away, Morgan’s eyes went straight from her eyes to her lips, and he caught that pink tongue of hers, seeing the wetness forming around the curves of her mouth. It was like his brain short circuited or something because for a few seconds, he really couldn’t make up any words. ’Say something, goddammit!’ “God, you’re gonna be the death of me, Eva Anderson.”

Eva Anderson

Eva didn't know why she was so thirsty for Morgan like she was when he wasn't even her typical type, yet then again, she hadn't seen an authentic cowboy in LA that wasn't just doing it because they were a country singer or dressing up for some themed event. He was a complete breath of fresh air amongst the same old shit she saw daily, and that whole Southern gentleman thing was enough to get any woman riled up. She was baffled at his reaction to her words, seeing that he clearly didn't understand the power he possessed. "Crazy? Yes. Talented? Debatable, since some of them are just cute and thriving off of the nepotism alone. But most of us wouldn't know our way around a kitchen or a farm like you do, and you're fucking hot, so I have a feeling a lot of these women will be drooling." She would know after all, since she on the verge of doing so herself. Luckily she could keep herself composed, to an extent anyways, so her drool was internal only. For now. It was hard to maintain it when Morgan's body language gave away his own desire for her, but Eva was managing to contain herself as best as she could. She caught the way his eyes trailed from her eyes to her lips, and if she were more willing to just cave and throw herself at him, this was the moment she would have done it. Once he finally spoke up again after a brief moment of silence, she grinned. "Oh, I plan to be, Morgan Weston. But I should probably give you a break for one night and let someone else get to know you too, so how about you just let me know when you want to start the LA taste test? I'll make time for you whenever you want." She offered with a wink.

Morgan Weston

Letting out another laugh at Eva's comment, he could definitely see the truth in what she was saying. LA attracted lots of crazy people, it was so different to the slow and safe pace of Montana. But with that being said, Morgan still found it admirable how people put themselves out there, whether or not they had talent - maybe that was him being naive though? Hearing her compliment, a full blush suddenly appeared on his cheeks, feeling it spread to the slightly exposed chest underneath the shirt, like a wildfire that couldn't be put out. He laughed nervously, using his free hand to scratch the back of his head in an attempt to buy himself some time, to figure out what to say. "I'm flattered that you of all people think so," he started, before following it up with, "given not only your knowledge about the ins and outs of the business in this city, but also because of how incredibly sexy you yourself are." He was never this forward, with anyone, but it was almost like something was radiating off of Eva and transferring into Morgan's body, because he suddenly felt confident enough to say something like that. His eyes found her deep brown ones. Oh, how he could get lost in those little speckles of emerald green that revealed themselves when the light hit them just right. "I'm sure you've also got a line of people, dying to speak to you. Selfishly, I want that time to myself now, but I'm gonna let you go, 'specially because this is a 'mixer' after all. But it was a pleasure, Eva." He said, softly shaking the hand he still had a hold of, not wanting to let go of it. "I'll make sure to let ya know when I want you. And your time." For a moment, Morgan just stood there, taking in her beauty, in case this was the last time he would see her. No, that wasn't necessary - he was determined to see her again. "Bye." Giving her hand one last squeeze, he let go of it, and made the difficult decision of walking away.

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vendettaparker · 4 years ago

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Reckless [T.H]

Summary: In a fit of jealousy, Tom embarrasses you in front of your new friend and the entire pub, leaving you heartbroken at his reckless actions.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Swearing, angst, slut-shaming

a/n: hi! sorry this took so so so long for me to get out! i got super busy with other works, but i’m super happy with how this turned out :) i hope you enjoy this, and don’t worry, i know how scary those warnings look ^ but this ends happy, i promise! as always, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

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Tom was an idiot. He was an actual fucking idiot. He now realizes that as he watches you run out of the pub with hot tears streaming down your face. He watches as Harry runs after you, your bag in his hand, probably to make sure you make it back home safe since there was no way you’d return to the crowded bar, where Harrison and Sam were giving Tom death glares, the same little pub where Tom had made a complete fool out of you.

The few months Tom came home to London were always the setting of your most cherished memories. Sometimes it seemed like when he left so did the whole group of friends you surround yourself with.

There was no doubt in your mind that Tom was the life of the party. He had a certain aura about him that caused some of the most fucked up, but amazing situations to occur. That was probably one of the reasons you loved him so much.

When he was in town, his brothers, Harrison, and Tuwaine all joined together to make the next few months memorable before he had to leave again, and you were always included, but when he was gone, Harry usually went with him, Harrison focused on work for himself, and Sam focused on his restaurant. The world slowed down after Tom left, and so many times, you were left to wait for his return; alone.

Tom hated leaving you behind every time he went back to the states, but you had such deep roots in London, he didn’t want to pry you from your family for months on end. He loved you too much to constantly subject you to his hectic lifestyle. He spent as much time with you as he could when he saw you, but the second he had to go, it was all tearful goodbyes in a crowded airport.

You and Tom had been best friends for decades at this point. You supported him no matter what it was that he wanted to accomplish. He’s even said in interviews that he credits a huge bulk of his success to his friend back home, then he’d give a wink to the camera, and you always knew it was for you.

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When Tom came home after filming Spider-Man: No Way Home, you practically tackled him to the ground in a hug.

“You div,” You mumbled into his neck, “you forgot to let me FaceTime with Zendaya.”

“Oh, shit!” Tom gasped, finally remembering your request to talk to your favorite actress, “my bad.”

You looked at Tom incredulously, “I don’t think I can be friends with you anymore.” You feigned hurt, clutching your hand to your chest, “it just hurts too much.”

“That’s a damn shame,” Tom frowned, “I mean, I could just FaceTime Zendaya now, but if that’s how you—”

“I changed my mind,” You smiled sweetly, cutting him off, “love you, bestie.”

Tom rolled his eyes and pulled you into another hug, “Missed you, bestie.”

“Um,” Sam, Paddy, and Harrison stood behind you, clearing their throats.

“Missed you guys too,” Tom sighed, and he rushed over and gave his brothers and friend a hug.

You gave Harry a hug while Tom chatted with his brothers, quickly catching up with him.

“What’s the plan for tonight, guys?” You spoke up.

Every night after Tom got back, he’d go back to his flat and take a nap before a night out on the town. Usually, you’d bar hop a bit before going to a club, so tonight wasn’t likely to be any different.

“I was thinking we could get dinner at Lorenzo’s,” Harry said, “then maybe hit the pub on Ashford?”

You and the others nodded in agreement as you made your way out of the airport.

“Can I invite my friend Avery?” You asked.

Tom nodded, “Sure, I didn’t even know you had any other friends, (Y/N),” he joked.

“Haha,” You laughed sarcastically, “gee that was a good one, Tom. You really got me.”

“What can I say?” He smirked, “I’m a comedian.”

“Is that the guy you met in your philosophy lecture?” Harrison butt in.

“Yeah,” You nodded, “he’s really sweet, so be on your best behavior guys, and maybe don’t be yourselves, just this once?” you suggested with a slightly teasing tone.

“Are you trying to impress him or something?” Tom inquired.

“No,” You scoffed, “I’m just trying to not throw him to the wolves.”

Tom laughed along, but it was strained. He wasn’t too keen on the idea of adding a new member to your friend group, and the little glint in your eye when you talked about Avery made his heart tighten.

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“Okay,” You smiled as you set the last of Tom’s luggage in his living room, “I’ll let you get some sleep then.”

You gave him one last hug and a kiss on the cheek, “see you later.”

Tom reciprocated and inhaled the sweet smell of lavender in your locks of hair, “mhm,” he sighed, “see ya.”

Harrison was about to walk out after you when Tom grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back, “Mate, what the fuck.” he grumbled as he stumbled over his feet, “I thought you wanted to take a nap?”

“I slept on the plane,” Tom explained quickly, “you’ve been here the whole time, right?” Harrison nodded, “so you know this Avery guy, yeah?”

Harrison shook his head, “I haven’t talked to (Y/N) much this past month, but he’s probably on her Instagram.”

Harrison pulled out his phone and looked at posts you’d been tagged in, “Ah, here.” He handed the phone to Tom and pointed to the tall blonde guy in a group photo with you and some other friends, “He’s the tall blonde.”

Tom studied the picture with a small frown, “They’re not dating though, right?”

“She said he was her friend,” Harrison shrugged.

“You know what I mean,” Tom rolled his eyes, “do they look really chummy to you?”

“His hand’s kind of close to her butt, but other than that I don’t know.” Harrison pointed it out, causing Tom’s heart to momentarily stop.

“Ok, new plan,” Tom announced, “I’m going to ask (Y/N) out tonight.”

Harrison scoffed and rolled his eyes. “What?” Tom wondered.

“You’ve said that almost every single time you’ve been home and you always chicken out.”

“No, I don’t!” Tom gasped in offense, “It’s just hard to find the right time.”

“You’ve literally had hundreds of opportunities to tell her how you feel, Mate.”

“It has to be perfect.” Tom insisted, “I can’t just ask her out of the blue, I have to butter her up first.”

“That’s dumb.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Tom groaned, “get out, I changed my mind, I’m going to sleep.”

Harrison rolled his eyes and chuckled before giving Tom a pat on the back and leaving. Tom waved goodbye as Harrison drove away, and then rushed to his phone.

“FaceTime Zendaya,” he instructed Siri. The call went through and soon Tom was met with Zendaya's tired eyes in a dark room.

“Hey, Z!” Tom said cheerfully, “best friend, bestest pal in the world. The person that never wants to see me fail ever, my greatest companion—“

“Tom,” Zendaya groggily cut him off, “what the fuck do you want, I’m sleeping.”

“How do you ask a girl out?”

Zendaya sat up a little more and turned on her bedside lamp, “What? You don’t know how to ask a girl out?”

“Well I do,” Tom backtracked, “but I want it to be special. I’ve been in love with this girl for nearly two years now and every time I go to ask her out, I chicken out.”

“I don’t know, what does she like?”

“Well one time she told me her favorite animal was a sea otter, should I get her one?” Tom pondered, hand resting in his chin in thought.

“Um, no, what the fuck?” Zendaya squinted her eyes at Tom, “have you gotten any sleep yet?”

Tom shook his head, “This is important, Z, now help me!”

Zendaya rolled her eyes, “I’ll text you some ideas, but for now just go get some sleep. With how tired you are now you’d probably call her the wrong name or something.”

Tom rolled his eyes, but the action caused his eyelids to droop even more, “Fine, fine,” he conceded, “I’ll let you know how it goes.”

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“Okay,” Tom announced at the restaurant before you arrived, “I’m going to ask (Y/N) out tonight so I need you all to shut up and not distract me or make me nervous.”

Harrison, Harry, and Sam just stared at Tom. Tuwaine, for some unknown reason, started clapping.

“Tom,” Harrison began, “no offense, but—“

“Ah ah ah,” Tom stopped him, “is what you’re about to say going to bruise my ego?” Harrison thought about it for a moment before slowly nodding, “okay, then shut the fuck up, respectfully. I don’t need any bad juju tonight.”

“Well, I’m happy for you, Mate,” Tuwaine nodded. He was the closest to you after Tom and he knew all about your crush on the brown-haired Brit. You might’ve let it slip once when you were drunk, and since you didn’t willingly tell Tuwaine, he was sworn to secrecy. “I’m positive she’ll say yes.”

“Thank you,” Tom smiled at him, sending a slight glare to the others for their lack of faith in him. “As for the rest of you, I can’t wait to prove you wrong.”

You walked into the restaurant with Avery hunched over from laughing so hard. Tom smiled in your direction and waved you over, “Hey, (Y/N/N)! Over here!”

“Wow,” You chuckled, “must’ve been a good nap. Little energetic there, huh?”

Tom went in to give you a tight hug, holding you close, “Just missed you,” he mumbled into your hair.

“I just saw you a few hours ago?”

Avery stood by you awkwardly, waiting for Tom to release you. Tom reluctantly let you go and pulled a chair out for you, next to him.

“Thanks,” you smiled at him, motioning for Avery to sit next to you, “hey, everyone,” you smiled at the group of boys that were properly about to piss themselves at Tom’s over-the-top behavior, “this is Avery.”

“Hi,” He waved at the group as a small chorus of ‘hellos’ rang across the table. He turned to Tom to shake his hand, “I’m a big fan, Mate. Love your work.”

Tom smiled and patted him on the shoulder, “Thanks, it means a lot.” smiled politely, shaking Avery's hand.

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Dinner went off without a hitch, at least in your opinion. Avery was melding well with your friends and he was cracking jokes like he’d know the group for years.

The boys seemed to enjoy his sense of humor and what he added to the conversation. Sam and him even found that they shared an interest in cooking, which led to them having a slightly heated discussion about how real Gordon Ramsey’s cooking skills are; which ended in laughs.

However, Tom was probably having one of the worst nights of his life. Every time Avery playfully shoved you while you two laughed he wanted to wring his neck. It also didn’t help that he couldn’t find the perfect time to ask you out. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to ask you out with all of his mates around.

Tom smiled and laughed along with the jokes, but once you looked away he was back to frowning.

“Tom,” Harry nudged his brother, “wipe that scowl off your face.”

“I’m not scowling,” Tom grumbled, “this is my normal face.”

Harry rolled his eyes and kicked his older brother under the table, “You need to ask her soon. I think Avery is trying to make some moves on her.” Harry noticed, seeing how Avery casually had his arm around your chair.

Tom rolled his eyes, “As if I can't see that for myself,” he scoffed. “I don’t want to ask her with all of you watching. What if she says no?”

“We can leave you alone for a bit when we go to the pub, but I’m not sure if Avery will go with us.” Harry shrugged, “you could always ask her out tomorrow.” Harry suggested.

“No!” Tom exclaimed, causing everyone to look at him and Harry, “Sorry, I—um, I just don’t really like that shirt on you Harry; it makes my eyes hurt.”

Harry looked down at his shirt for a moment and then frowned, sending a light smack to Tom, “You bought me this shirt you div.”

Everyone went back to their own conversations so Tom leaned in to talk to Harry some more, “I can’t wait for tomorrow. What if I chicken out again?”

“Then you’re an idiot.” Harry deadpanned with a shrug.

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The pub was way more packed than anyone expected. The new addition of live music to the outside patio definitely livened up the place and more customers went to see what local band would be playing next.

The pub had a classic English pub feel, with the wood flooring and the yellow-tinted walls, but it also had a modern twist with a back patio and outdoor seating with fairy lights, and the lights that illuminate under the bar itself.

“I’m gonna go check out the band,” Harry announced after he came back with your drinks, “you guys should all come with me.” He said with a slight side-eye to Sam, Tuwaine, and Harrison.

“Eh, I’m not really into—” Sam began, but Harry sent him a quick kick under the table. “Ow! I mean, I love music.” Sam smiled enthusiastically.

“I’m gonna stay back and finish this beer,” Tom said, holding up the large pint of beer he was already a quarter of the way through, “(Y/N), wanna race to see who can finish first?” He suggested trying to get you to stay behind.

“Oh you’re totally on,” You smirked, “but I am going to take a quick peek at the band. We can race after I get back.” You got up from your seat and began walking away with Harry and the boys. Tom pouted at how horribly that plan worked. Harry looked back at Tom apologetically as he held the door open for you.

“Wow,” Avery smiled beside Tom, scaring him, “she really is something.”

“Holy shit, Mate,” Tom held a hand to his heart, “you almost gave me a heart attack. I thought you went with them?”

“Nah,” Avery shook his head, “I’m not really into music,” he shrugged.

“Oh, okay,” Tom nodded. “What were you just saying?”

“(Y/N),” Avery looked towards the back patio exit dreamily, “she’s amazing. I mean I would definitely ask her out, but probably not at a pub surrounded by her mates, y’know?”

“Mhm, yeah,” Tom said quietly, his heart already beginning to shatter into millions of inconsolable pieces. “I mean, she’s alright.” He said with a forced laugh, trying to fend Avery away from you, “she definitely isn’t really your type, though.”

“What do you mean?” Avery asked, taking a sip from his beer, “she’s perfect, mate.”

“I mean,” Tom racked his brain for an excuse big enough to make Avery not want you, “you don’t think it’s a little weird she’s in a friend group with all boys?”

“No,” Avery said slowly, skeptically looking back at the exit, “she just clicks with boys, I guess. Girls and guys can just be friends.”

“Not her,” Tom scoffed, “I mean, it’s just a little obvious, y’know?”

You and the rest of the boys were heading back in, seeing as the back patio was completely overcrowded with patrons.

“What’s obvious?” Avery asked, raising his voice slightly due to the volume in the bar.

“(Y/N)’s only friends are guys!” Tom nearly yelled over the volume of chatter, not realizing that the surrounding customers could hear him, “makes me wonder how many she’s slept with! I mean, that’s not a coincidence to me!”

The surrounding customers halted their conversations, leaving only Tom’s voice filtering through the air and into your ears.

“That’s crazy,” Avery chuckled awkwardly, “I don’t think she’s like that.” He shook his head, annoying Tom. In a final last-ditch effort to get Avery off your back, he said the worst thing he could, loudly, into a quieting pub.

“Well, she hits on me all the time,” Tom shrugged, “she’s just a bit whorish, I guess.”

“Tom,” Tuwaine cleared his throat, interrupting their conversation, “what the fuck, mate?”

Tom looked at all the boys next to Tuwaine, and behind them was you, teary-eyed with harsh sobs racking through your body.

You whispered something to Harry, and then all but ran out the front door. Harry walked over to where Tom was sitting and picked up your purse.

“Harry I—” Tom tried.

“Shut the fuck up, Tom.” Harry snapped, “You're an idiot and an asshole, just leave things be.”

Harry ran out the pub entrance, following you to give you a ride home.

Tuwaine, Sam, and Harrison shook their heads once the shock ebbed away. One by one they all left Tom sitting in shock and agony at the bar. Avery, not knowing any of the group, barely knew what was going on or if Tom’s accusations were correct, left the pub and went home without another word.

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“Harry,” Tom whined into the phone, “please tell me how to fix this, please I’m begging you.”

Harry sighed, now properly regretting lifting his silent treatment from Tom, “Tom, there is absolutely nothing I can do to help you, and even if there was, I wouldn’t. You called her a whore in front of a crowded pub—”

“I know!” Tom yelled, “And I’ve been living with that guilt for three weeks now! Please, Harry. I-I messed up so bad.” Tom’s voice cracked, “I tried calling and texting, a-and my texts started turning green. She blocked me,” Tom sobbed, “I’m in love with her, and I never got to tell her. I ruined our relationship before it even began.”

“Yeah,” Harry agreed, “you did.”

“Harry, I just want to apologize properly, please.” Tom begged, “I tried going to her house, but her roommate threw a drink at me and told me she went out of town. Where is she?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Harry,” Tom sighed, “I’m trying so hard here, I don’t care where she is, I’ll go anywhere for her. Please, I just can’t keep waiting in the dark for her to talk to me.”

Harry sighed, rubbing his forehead, “Okay, fine, but don’t tell her I told you where she was. And if you get your face clawed off, just know that you deserve it.”

“Okay, okay, now tell me.”

“She’s been staying with Tuwaine and his girlfriend.”

“Okay, thanks, love you, bye!” Tom said through the phone, already grabbing his keys.

Harry sighed and began texting Tuwaine,

Harry: Tom’s coming over, don’t snap him in half, he just wants to talk to her.

Tuwaine: I’m not home right now, but I'd be more worried about her snapping him in half…

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Tom pulled up the Tuwaine’s flat and pounded at the door. He didn’t see Tuwaine’s car in the driveway but he saw yours parked on the street so he knew you were in there.

“(Y/N)!” He desperately called, “Come on, I know you’re in there!”, his pleas were met with silence and he rang the doorbell on repeat, “(Y/N), please! I just want to talk!”

The door opened to show you standing there with your messy hair and stained sweats, still looking overwhelmingly perfect in Tom’s eyes. He noticed the dark circles and the dried tears and his heart broke, even more, knowing he caused this. He loved you so much and he caused you some of the worst pain imaginable. All he wanted to do was hold you and kiss your puffy cheeks, desperately whispering praises into your ear. You were perfect in every sense of the word, and he let you believe you were anything less. He was an idiot—the biggest idiot in the world—for making you cry.

“What do you want?” You snapped with a sniffle, pulling him back to reality as you rubbed your red eyes.

“I just want to talk,” Tom gave you a small smile, “please.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you.” You scowled, “You need to leave.”

“No, (Y/N), please.” Tom begged, “I’m sorry. I’m so so so fucking sorry. I was being an idiot and—please, (Y/N), you’re my best friend. I don’t wanna lose you.” Tom’s voice cracked, but you remained stoic in the doorway.

“I’m your best friend? Really?” You scoffed, “I thought I was just some whore you let hang around you?”

Tom winced at his words being thrown back into his face, “I didn’t mean it, I swear,” he promised, tears glistening in his eyes, “I don’t even know why I said that. I was being so fucking stupid—”

“No,” You interrupted his rambling, “you don’t get to say that. You don’t get to say that it was just you “being stupid”. Who the hell says that about their supposed best friend? Why would you even think that? You don’t just get to call me those things in public, and then say that you don’t know why you did it. You can’t even give me a reason—”

“I’m in love with you,” Tom blurted out, blowing out a puff of air in stress, “I’ve been in love with you for the longest time, (Y/N). And Avery was saying how he wanted to ask you out, and I couldn’t lose you. I didn’t want to lose you. I had so many plans for us, and I wanted to be with you—to be yours—more than anything, and I let my jealousy get in the way. I’m sorry because if I deserved you I wouldn’t have done that.”

You stood in the doorway of the flat, arms crossed over your chest. “I can’t believe you’d be so reckless.” You said after a moment of silence, “I would’ve been yours if you had just asked me.”

“I’m sorry,” Tom cried, reaching out to hold your hand, but you backed away ever so slightly, “please, I would do anything to fix it if I could.”

“You don’t understand anything, Tom.” You frowned.

“Help me understand.” He begged.

You pondered it for a moment and then released a sigh, coupled with a few tears, “I loved you,” you admitted. Tom’s heart did a leap, but then he realized that you were talking past tense as if his chance with you was gone.

“And I would spend months and months just waiting for you to come home so I could spend time with you. I was so lonely when you and Harry left; I always am. Avery offered to spend some time with me after class one day and I agreed because I don’t have anybody else when you leave. And it was fun, but he wasn’t you. He’ll never compare to the place you had in my heart, but at least I wasn’t alone anymore.” You sighed and began closing the door again, “Now, because of you, I have no one again.”

The door was about to slam back in Tom’s face, but he shoved his foot in the threshold, “(Y/N), wait,” he pleaded, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how important Avery was to you. I can never undo what I did, but please let me make it up to you. I just need you to understand how sorry I am.”

You opened the door again and looked at Tom’s sad eyes, boring into you, “I do understand how sorry you are, but I don’t know how I can trust you again. You said awful things about me without even batting an eye or taking a breath—”

“I know,” Tom sighed, “I know and I’d give anything to take it back. I just want you back (Y/N). Even if you don’t want to be my girlfriend, I can’t leave knowing I’ve lost my best friend.”

“As much as it hurts,” You caved, moving from the doorway to let Tom in, “I still love you, and I don’t want to lose you either.”

Tom smiled and walked into the flat, immediately pulling you into a hug, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” You hugged back and sniffled into his hoodie, before pulling away with a sigh.

“I know,” You nodded, “I forgive you. But next time, just be honest with me and tell me how you’re feeling. I’d give you the world if you asked for it.”

Tom smiled and stroked your tear-stained cheek, “I’ll just settle on your heart for now, if that’s okay?”

“That’s so fucking cheesy.” You giggled, wiping the tears from your eyes, “I love it.”

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radiohand · 3 years ago

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Howdy hey!! It’s Rea again!! So I has another request for the lovely Crusaders and s/o. Say for example some is about to fight them, but some how the s/o was the one to defeat the enemy...what reaction would each Crusaders ? And how would this affect they’re relationship? I love your hc’s so much, keep up the amazing work ☺️👍✨💖

Answering this amazing ask finally by the amazing Rea!!!! Hopefully this was worth the wait!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘

― Avdol, Polnareff, Kakyoin, Jotaro | GN Reader

― cw. self doubt suggested, angst if you squint

AVDOL

He will be the best in this kind of situation. Avdol just sees it as a victory. We defeated the enemy with little to no harm to the group ― Congrats!

Honestly, he won't do anything that is notable. He will check you over for injuries however. This lovable dude is a sweetie. Plenty of kisses shall be given to you.

He has no self doubt when it comes to you fighting and defeating someone.

Avdol isn't a big fan of you fighting. He knows you can handle yourself and you are strong. It is just him worrying about your mental health and physical health. Once you guys started dating, he started worrying about you getting hurt. Before you two started to date, he still worried but not to the same level.

Overall, the BEST and SWEETEST guy. No surprise!

POLNAREFF

He is about to send Silver Chariot out towards the enemy when suddenly the enemy attacks first. You decide to step up and help him out.

This ends with you defeating the enemy and walking away unscathed. Poor Polnareff will not be so lucky. Well, his ego I mean. He definitely has that mindset that he should be the tough one of the relationship. Call it non-toxic fragile masculinity if you will. He deals with it though. You guys will talk it out. He will share his feelings and you will share your side.

You're relationship with Pierre actually gets stronger after this conflict. Overall, his reaction is the 2nd best.

KAKYOIN

I may be alone on this but, he does not take this very well. Kakyoin is a very prideful guy, so therefore he takes pride in most if not all things he does. That includes fights. Kakyoin is so use to doing stuff on his own, that accepting your help is something he does not do.

He feels embarrassed that you had to step in and fight. He is grateful but still stung by it. He will start to distance himself from you. Not because he is mad at you, but because he is simply embarrassed of himself.

After a few weeks of distance, he starts to come back to himself. The conflict never really gets solved though. If you want to talk about the conflict, he will be hesitant. You will be doing all the talking. It takes awhile, but he will come around.

Overall the 2nd worst reaction.

JOTARO

He takes it fairly well. Now you both are badasses that can fight.

He is proud of you and grateful you helped. He won't show this though. Jotaro is not going to even say anything. It is like it never even happened. Dead silence.

If you are hurt by this, he tries to communicate it to you better. It takes awhile for him to properly do this however.

The reaction he has, does not affect the relationship much. If anything it shows his failure to communicate properly. He loves you though so don't feel like his lack of affection means lack of love for you.

tag ― @reas-sweet-life

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thesolferino · 4 years ago

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True Calling

⤷ dream x f!reader.

⤷ word count: 3.9k

⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon!

— summary: dream meets his favorite singer on an among us livestream.

“Dude, what could go wrong? Just do it.”

“What could go wrong?! Literally so many things, you ass.”

Dream heard Sapnap sigh through the mic right into his headphones, the dim grey of his Discord background doing barely anything to illuminate his features as he stared at his open messages blankly.

“First of all, don’t.. speak to me like that, I am doing you a favour by sitting here and listening to you panic about stupid shit. Second of all, nothing big could go wrong. What, you’re a little awkward in the beginning, maybe, and that’s it.” Dream adjusted his headphones a little bit, Sapnap’s rant flowing into his ears but dissipating somewhere halfway to his brain, because, yes, things could go wrong and he can’t be proven otherwise.

“Did you forget that I’m a public figure? And that my fans are insane? I say one wrong thing and it’ll be memed and haunt me in my dreams. Did you forget that SHE’s a public figure? And that this is live? God…” he retorts back, listening to Sapnap helplessly sigh once again in response. He anxiously switches from his Discord to Twitter, then to YouTube, to Twitch and then back to Discord, frantically clicking around. In reality, he knows Sapnap is right, and it’s anxiety whispering into his ear that he’s gonna somehow fuck up, but maybe it’s simply easier to stay and argue with him into the night instead of actually responding to that message.

The stream is still going. Quackity’s voice speaks over Sapnap’s quiet breathing. “Damn, he’s still not responding. Um, let me try Tubbo, maybe?”

Before he knows it, the opportunity to join the stream is slipping out of his fingers, and Dream isn’t sure if he’s happy about that or not. On one hand, he gets to meet one of his favorite artists whose album he’s played way too many times to count, and on the other, the chances of him embarrassing himself in front of that same artist and a hundred thousand other people are extremely high, and he’s not sure if he likes the odds of that.

“Man, I don’t know. You won’t listen to me, anyway. Don’t join if you don’t want to.” Dream hears the annoyed tinge in Sapnap’s voice, and that’s what pours the last bit of courage into his veins because the best way to do anything in life is to follow Sapnap’s advice after you’ve already irritated him to the point of defeat, and he murmurs a quick “bye” and hangs up before the other can even respond, typing a rapid “Sure, send me the VC link” back to Quackity.

He hears a delighted exhale coming from his Twitch tab just as Quackity forwards him the link. “Okay, nevermind, we’ve got Dream! He’ll join in a second.”

With that, he swiftly closes the Twitch tab and with an encouraging sip of water, he finally joins the Discord voice chat with the rest of the players. Your Discord image sticks out like a sore thumb to him despite being a super basic, Googleable picture of you that he’s probably seen a million times by now, and upon seeing it, reality slaps him right over the face and he realises that, oh shit, he actually joined.

“Hey everyone.” Dream speaks into the mic and a mix of excited voices greets him at the same time as he loads up the game. Your icon is missing the green halo. He stares at it, as if you’ll magically speak up if he stares long and hard enough. That, apparently, works.

Pokimane’s “Dream, hi!” seems to set something off in your brain, and you speak again.

“Oh, Dream?” the green halo appears, and Dream resists the urge to say something stupid or bite his hand or anything of the sort when you say his name. “Aren’t you the guy who listens to my music all the time?” you giggle.

Quackity laughs loudly in his usual fashion, and Dream feels his hands go cold as the Among Us loading page pops up. “Wh-huh?”

“Yeah, you-you listen to my music a lot! Your fans always tag me under that… ‘Dream’s Spotify’ Twitter account, I remember you.” Dream swears his heart is about to jump out of his chest and start bouncing around on the floor because his ribs are way too restrictive for that type of movement, but he tries his best to play it cool and laughs lightheartedly.

“I do! I’m, like, your biggest fan.” he grins, as if you can see him, and you laugh in return.

“Yeah, man, you pay my rent. Thanks.” you say and a couple of people laugh while Dream inputs the code and his character finally pops up, immediately running around like the rest of the group. He runs around your purple character and hears you chuckle as you run around him too, but not for long, because the game starts and everyone mutes themselves. He audibly sighs, because he can afford to, considering he’s not streaming and nobody can hear the amount of courage this whole thing is taking him.

A notification pops up on his screen - the Dream Team group chat seems to be talking. Must’ve already found some way to make fun of me, he thinks to himself as he huffs out a large breath and runs through cafeteria and weapons to do his tasks in navigation. Corpse is hot on his tail the whole time, and not to say he’s an untrustworthy guy, but Dream isn’t really looking forward to getting killed before even speaking to you properly, so he runs around, trying to find somebody to stick with so Corpse doesn’t shove a knife in his back while he’s doing a task.

Thankfully, Karl emerges somewhere from the direction of storage right into communications where Dream was going, too. Just as Dream starts finishing download and Corpse and Karl line up behind him, his screen flashes bright red and white and the bold letters “Dead body reported” pop up. Everyone unmutes themselves and his eyes bore into your character, immediately.

“Alright, the body was in top left of the… uh, upper engine. I need everyone’s positions.” Rae immediately spoke.

“I was in electrical, I-I went through cafeteria to the upper engine with Poki, there was nobody there, we did our tasks, went down to lower engine, then Poki left with Toast, and I went to electrical and the body was reported.” Sykkuno said, and Pokimane confirmed with a hum of agreement.

“Dream?” Rae asked, and he spoke up.

“I never even went that way, I went through weapons to nav, and then to communications, and then the body was found. Corpse can vouch for me because he was following me the entire time and I kinda thought he was gonna kill me. And Karl saw me in communications, us three were all together when you… reported the body.” He rambled, trying to defend himself.

“Yeah, it’s true, he was with me the whole time.” Corpse supported.

“Karl, which way did you get to communications?” Toast asked.

“Uh, through storage.” Karl replied quickly.

“That’s funny, ‘cause I was in security, and I could swear I saw you walk past.” Toast said, and a couple of “ooh”s echo through the call.

“That makes no sense because even if I did go that way, I wouldn’t have time to get to communications and start doing my task with Dream and Corpse if I killed Ethan! And Rae, you-you saw me do my task in storage!” Karl loudly defended himself.

“...that… that’s true, yeah.” she said.

“If you ask me, Toast, you’re being real sus for lying about that.” Karl threw it back at Toast, who protested.

“Listen, I didn’t say you killed anybody, I just said I saw someone run past!” he claimed.

“Bretman and Y/N are being real quiet, though.” Corpse points out, and the green halo around your icon lights up once again.

“Oh shit, I didn’t realise I was muted. Sorry, guys.” you laughed. “Um, I was with… Quackity, in… what’s that shit on the right called?”

“O2.” Quackity quickly jumped in.

“Right, O2. I went to… top left, first, and I did my tasks there, and then to weapons and then to O2, and then the body was reported.”

“You were in top left?” Rae repeated.

“Yeah.”

“And was there anyone with you?”

“Um… no? I was alone, and then I saw Quackity in top right, and then we went to, uh, O2 together.” you said and Corpse sighed loudly.

“That means she could’ve had the time to kill Ethan and run.” Toast points out.

“Hey! I didn’t kill anyone! I don’t even know how this game works…” you whined into the mic and Quackity laughed.

“Yeah, I dunno Y/N, you were dancing real suspiciously around me…” he said, causing you to defend yourself louder.

“Why would I kill anyone?! I don’t even know how to do that, I’m a nice person!”

“I don’t think she did it, guys.” Dream pipes up, tugging at the wire of his headphones absentmindedly.

“Shut up, you simp.” Quackity fires back instantly, making everyone in the call laugh, including Dream.

“Damn right, I’m a Y/N simp. She can do no wrong. I mean, look at that innocent face! She did nothing, I’m-I’m sure.” He argued, making you cover your mouth and giggle.

“Their face is literally the same as everyone’s! We’re all astronauts!” Rae protested, but Dream kept shaking his head.

“No, hers is more innocent.” he said. “Toast, why are you so set on accusing everyone, anyway?”

“Oh, you’re so not attacking Toast right now-”

“Guys, I think we should skip.” Sykkuno pipes up to calm the conversation, and everyone agrees, even though most of them mumble “sus” under their breath as soon as they mute their mics.

Dream’s tiny green astronaut stomps his way over to the left side immediately, changing paths this time and making his way into the Upper Engine, trying to finish his tasks in time and possibly find someone to accompany him so he at least doesn’t have to argue over his alibi. He had four tasks left, two of them in Upper Engine, so after that he was free to roam around wherever his heart desired. Just as he started doing one of them, he watched your purple character step in and run circles around him, earning you a quiet laugh that he didn’t know he uttered until he heard himself do it and silently scolded himself for getting that flustered at something so simple.

The two of you did your tasks together before going down to reactor. Just as Dream started doing one of his tasks, a dead body was reported again and he unmuted himself as Toast immediately started borderline yelling into his headphones.

“Bretman just killed Sykkuno RIGHT in front of me. I literally watched him do it. He killed Sykkuno in COLD BLOOD.” he confidently claimed and Dream, quite uninterested, grabbed his bottle of water and lightly sipped on it, wiping beads of sweat resting right above his eyebrows with his forearm, blindly looking around the darkness, trying to get his eyes to adjust looking away from the computer screen. His eyes searched for the window - it was open, just enough to let a fresh breeze inside, but it never seemed to do that, letting humid air in with open arms like a welcome guest. Florida is fucking hell, he thinks, gulping down some more water.

“No, I didn’t! I seriously did not, he’s the one who killed him and is trying to frame me now. I swear to God, Toast…” Bretman shouted into his worn mic, trying to argue back.

“Yeah, to be honest, Bretman, you were silent the whole time when Ethan died.” Rae reasoned, earning quite a lot of “ooh”s and causing little “voted” signs to appear next to Poki, Toast and Karl’s names as Bretman tried his best to fight back.

“I didn’t know I was muted the whole time! You know I’m bad at this! Why would I... you know what, nevermind! Vote me! Vote me! You’ll see when Toast kills you all, I don’t care anymore. I literally saw-”

Dream slumps further into his chair, sure that the foam would have a dent of his body shape imprinted even when he’s long gone from it, and unlocks his phone with a quiet sigh. He opens Discord, and wishes he hadn’t, because Sapnap and George are always on the front lines and ready to make fun of him at any chance possible. He types back a stupid joke, calling them losers, but before he can press send, a Twitter notification pops up on his phone that almost makes his painfully sweaty hands lose grip of the phone.

“this is so boring” your message reads, from your official Twitter account. Dream blinks a few times, and looks up from his phone to observe his murky, empty room, eyes flashing from the window to the ripped chocolate bar wrapper that somehow made its way onto the floor to a cup of coffee from this afternoon. Did the humid air finally get to him? Hallucinations?

He clicks on the notification - it proves to not be a product of his imagination, after all. Three dots dance around on his screen cheerfully, but they suddenly stop. His ears tune in. Bretman is still defending his honor. Something else must’ve interrupted you. His shaky hands barely hit the right letters.

He takes a handful of screenshots amidst his euphoria, and forwards them to the group chat with no caption besides an emoji sticking its tongue out - he wants to tell them to suck his dick, or something along those lines, but your message remains a priority as he rushes back to the Twitter app to reply.

“Right” he manages to write without a typo. “They’re annoying”

Three dots immediately return to his screen like a happy memory, and he almost can’t believe you’re texting back so fast. George would probably humble him by saying it’s because you have nothing better to do, but what George doesn’t know can’t hurt him, Dream supposes, and clicks on your profile instinctively as he adjusts his headphones on one ear. By the time you finish typing your message, the group decided to vote out Bretman, who ended up not being an imposter.

The three dots disappear as quick as they came, and so does the anticipation that bubbled up in Dream’s throat as he sourly leaves to finish the rest of his tasks. The rest of the game stays as boring as it started, save for the giggles and hushed laughter that came from you at every few jokes he made - of which he made quite a lot, in a desperate attempt to make you laugh, at least a little bit. Of course, Quackity was there every step of the way to accidentally mention how Dream sounded a lot more hype and alive during this game than he does ever, but you win some, you lose some, eh?

In the next game you actually decided to set up proximity chat, so of course Dream followed you around everywhere, hot on your tail at all times - what else is he supposed to do, when the chance presented itself, really?

“Are you imposter?” His character obnoxiously ran circles around you as you did your wires task slowly and unsurely since this stream was your first time playing.

“No, but I wouldn’t tell you even if I was, dummy.” You replied, running around his own character briefly before running up to do the rest of your tasks, watching the green astronaut follow you close behind.

“Why not?” Dream questioned, eyes following all your movements since he didn’t have anything better to do considering he finished all his tasks.

“Do you not know how this game works?”

“Yeah, but you’d tell me, right? I wouldn’t… rat you out.” He heard a sigh coming through his headphones in response, and his grin widened just a little, watching your character walk away from him.

“I know you wouldn’t.” you replied. “I’ll tell you if I’m imposter, I guess.”

“You wouldn’t kill me, would you?” Dream spoke into his mic, reaching to fix it and realising the way his hand trembled a little, fully aware he was walking the line between flirty and obnoxious more than usual. He lowered his gaze just to see his keyboard reflect the light of the computer back to him - the sweat from his palms seemed to seep onto the keyboard. He refused to think about the mocking things his best friends would say if they found out how nervous he was just to talk to you.

“No, of course not! I wouldn’t be able to kill you.” You chirped just as a dead body was discovered and the two of you were torn from the conversation.

In the next one, his screen flashed an ominous black and red with the word “Impostor” and your purple character stood proudly next to his green one, and he snickered to himself, adjusting his headphones one more time (the more he did it, the more he was convinced it was one of those anxious habits of his).

Shifting in his chair, he started moving and couldn’t believe his eyes when he realised the two of you managed to lock yourselves in a room with Corpse and Sykkuno, accomplishing a double kill in barely the first two minutes of the game. The two of you vented while Dream muttered curses under his breath, breaking out in a sweat wondering if you’re going to get caught or not as you casually hummed to a random tune while faking tasks, hitting the notes in such an effortless way that it made Dream relax and get even more nervous at the same time. It didn’t take too long before the body was found, and you seemed to adapt to the game very quickly, as Dream just sat back most of the time and watched you stretch out a whole essay on why you and Dream could NOT have been imposters.

“Why would they stick together the whole time? Couldn’t they get at least someone else to vouch for them?” Toast complained.

“Girl, Dream wants some… alone time with Y/N, obviously.” Bretman said, despite being the one most sus of you in the first place, forcing laughter out of the whole lobby, Dream’s sticking out the most as his mood constantly swayed from finding the whole thing funny to being worried sick if you actually find him weird.

“Exactly! And we’re gonna have our alone time if we want to, thank you very much.”

Well, Dream thinks, taking a stressed gulp of water from his bottle, at least we cleared that one up.

“I don’t think that sounded the way you wanted it to, Y/N.” Karl pipes up, making Quackity burst into another fit of loud laughter, and you immediately protested.

“It sounded exactly the way I wanted it to! Now, vote Rae or else.”

When the meeting was over, he ran after you through cafeteria, grin splitting out on his face before he even spoke.

“You’re pretty…” his silence extended as he watched your character stare at his. “...pretty smart.”

You snorted. “Right. You’re pretty…” you extended your silence in return, mocking him. “...too.”

His heart jumps. “You forgot a word there.” he says as you stomp out to storage.

“I said what I said, Dreamy.”

He swears this can’t be healthy for his blood pressure. In the corner of his eye, Discord notifications pop up like crazy. The boys must be watching your stream. His heart swells with both pride and dread, knowing he’s about to be called something along the lines of pretty Dreamy for the next two months.

“How do you know I’m pretty? You’ve never even seen my face.” Dream replies as heat creeps up like a spirit rising from soil, from the back of his neck, seeping into his ears and cheeks somewhat equally. His eyes dart to the window again. Of course it’s the stupid Florida weather that has him burning up, flustered. Maybe he should open another window.

“Is this an invitation to see it?” you say, a teasing tone clinging off your voice and he can practically hear you smiling.

“No, I’m just saying! If you want to see it, though, that… that can be arranged.” he bites his lip as a physical attempt of holding back the smile that breaks out as he waits for your response, chest puffing in both nervousness and odd confidence.

“Can it? I mean, I don’t need to see it, I just know already, you have those… pretty boy vibes. But I wouldn’t…” you chuckle. “...be opposed to seeing it, for sure. Don’t count on me not to leak the pictures, though. I want the clout.”

“What do you MEAN you want the clout, you’re Y/N! You don’t need clout from a Minecraft YouTuber!” He argues back, a small wheeze escaping him mid sentence as you giggle and run around, with him following your every move.

“You keep my fucking lights on, man! Whenever your Spotify Twitter account thingy tweets that you’re listening to my stuff, the streams go up! I need your clout.” you say as you run into admin and snap Toast’s neck and run back out casually, as if nothing happened.

“Yeah, that’s how me listening to your songs on repeat works.” he says and you let out some sort of irritated groan.

“Shut up, smartass.” Just as you say that, somebody seems to find the body and you’re pulled into a meeting, where Rae susses both of you immediately.

“No, because both of you are always together! And someone always spots you walking by the place where the bodies are found! At some point that can’t be a coincidence, right?” she accuses, practically yelling into the mic.

“Of course they’re always together, check- check fuckin’ Twitter! They’re trending on like three different spots already!” Quackity jumps in, loud as always, and the lobby gives off mixed reactions.

“What? We are?” Dream asks, and Quackity confirms with a “yeah, man! Check!” and so he complies, quickly pulling out his phone to check the trending tabs. Sure enough, among the politics and sports, “DREAM Y/N”, “PRETTY BOY” and “DREAM FACE” are crammed, sat at 7th, 14th and 18th place, respectfully. A satisfied grin breaks out on his face. At least they see it, too.

“This has to be the first time Dream has trended for something heterosexual.” Karl points out, earning loud laughter from Quackity and Bretman, less loud on your part.

“Exactly! We’re a power couple! Stay mad!” You shouted, with Dream supporting you in the background, although still shyly adjusting his headphones every few seconds, unable to comprehend that oh, this is actually happening.

Both of you get voted out during the next few minutes, but that really means nothing to Dream - they actually do him quite a favor, because the two of you get to excuse yourselves and he sees those three familiar dots dance on his screen again as he leans back into his chair with a dopey grin, playing with the strings of his sweatpants, waiting for your next and next and next message.

He opens Discord on his computer to type one last message into the groupchat before turning it off for the night:

Dream (03:14): maybe Minecraft wasn’t my calling after all

Dream (03:14): can’t believe I just met my soulmate on Among Us

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Balls to the Walls Random Headcanons

A/N: Just trying to flex and expand my writing with other characters: Ace Edition - Ushijima, Iwaizumi, Aran, Hoshiumi, Asahi, Yamamoto and Sakusa!

I didn’t write about my big sexy himbo Bokuto because my blog is like almost 90% him

This contains some mentions to smut so hey: minors DNI! Thanks!

Ushijima:

Service top with a dash of Dom. Got a big cock but he doesn’t know what to do with it so please help him out.

Had one (1) partner before you and they told him he can be too rough so now he’s the literal definition of Gentle Giant. Again tell him what to do and how you like it

He on the other hand…Well he’s got a hard body from years of strength and endurance training. He has very specific spots where he’s super sensitive, but he’s easily embarrassed about them

One spot is right behind his earlobe. Sit in his lap, pinch his ear and gently rub it between your fingers. The sight of Ushi’s eyes fluttering closed as his breathing picks up is truly a sight to behold

Another spot is his wrist; stare him in the eyes and kiss his wrist before a match to have his knees quake a little and shorts feel a little tighter

Actually loves to discover new kinks with you. He finds it more romantic than having a quiet dinner with you in an expensive restaurant

Can be a big ole needy baby during the off season of volleyball. Tugging on your shirt when you leave the bed, follows you into the bathroom, stands behind you in the kitchen or when you’re doing laundry. He’s not vocal with his words but more with his body

Don’t tease him though; it’s still a very new feeling for him to express

Iwaizumi

Hates fighting with you but loves to pull you close and soothe you with a hot kiss

Has big Dom Daddy energy, but there are a few ways to make him start to crumble under you touch

If you use any piece of clothing to pull him in closer to you like his collar, his tie when he wears one, or his belt. Lean in like your gonna kiss him, stare at his lips then his eyes and then just walk away like nothing happened. You bet your sweet ass he’s gonna follow you to get that kiss

Another way that he refuses to admit he likes: play with his nipples. He’s got some fairly big and dark nipples compared to his friends and they get hard easily. Brush your fingers over them when you lean in to kiss and he’s got diamonds poking through his polo shirt

One way that he will admit is ass play. Now he’s not ready to full on take a cock in his ass, but things like your fingers, anal beads, or a vibrator? Makes him practically cum on the spot

Loves it when you get rough on him. Not like in a “I’m gonna slap you” kind of way but in the “grab him by the hair and demand he fucks you properly when he’s taking it too slow” kind of way

His cock pulsing hard inside of you and his eyes dilating is a dead giveaway of how much he loves it

Aran

Admittedly, he doesn’t have a monster dong (sorry not sorry, not all fucking black guys have a big cock so stop fetishing it thanks – from a black woman) but it does have a nice curve to it

He’s a disgusting romantic so full on he will bust out the candles, the rose petals, and the silk robe waiting on the bed for you. He saw it in a movie once as a kid and wanted to try it ever since

He so cute though because since he is a big romantic, he’s always cooking you breakfast and singing a little song in the morning for you. He even does a little dance while carrying the tray off food just to see you smile in the morning

He’s also such a soft Dom dude. Admittedly a little scared to try an bottom for you but man does he make you feel loved when he’s in between your legs

Loves to hold your hands or hold you close when he cums. Wants you to feel how his whole body shudders because of how good you make him feel

Big ole cuddle bug so it’s best to have some towels and water bottles by the bed cause neither of you are moving unless he says so

He’s a man a of quality and not quantity, so yeah you guys only go one round of sex cause he’s bone tired after he cums. That doesn’t mean he can’t make you cum multiple times though

Hoshiumi

A short King. We stan (I’m 5’9 so he’s short to me)

He is a meeeeessy boi dude like if ya’ll in a hurry to fuck, he’ll quickly slobber all over you and use as much spit as he needs to slide home. Loves how tight you are, but he’s careful enough to make sure it doesn’t hurt you…..too much

Loves. To. Fuck. You. Both. Dumb.

Did you just cum? Well he’s not stopping until he cums. Did he just cum? Well he’s not stopping until you cum. Wants to keep it equal

Please sit on his face. He loves it. And if you play with his balls like rolling them in your hands and squeezing them? He’s whining and panting while eating you out like a mad man

He adores it when you play with his hair when you’re cuddling. Just don’t be surprised if he starts humping against you. It just feels so good

He’s very competitive so god help you if you’re with his friends and they start talking about their sex stories.

If there’s a friend there (Hinata) that talks about the kind of kinks they do with their partner and it’s something you guys haven’t tried before? Guess what’s on the list tonight

Asahi

God just hold him. He needs it. Another one that's is a great service top for someone who loves to lead from the bottom (me @ me)

Not the biggest set in the world but he's got passion so sex is almost always soft and sweet

He's still hot in his own ways like the way his deep grunts start to turn into softest and sweetest moans

Or the way he stares at you; eyes swirling between lust and loves with tears threatening to spill

Please don't be mean to him unless he asks. It's evident that he holds a lot of insecurities and he's trying his best for you. Love and dote on him because his aftercare is top tier

Even if you guys don't do anything special or crazy. Just some straight vanilla sex, he always makes sure that you're comfortable before you go to bed

Also he helps you establish a nightly routine with him so what's not to love about that?

Yamamoto

SIMP ALERT. Be ready for one of the LOUDEST simps out there.

I'm talking a bigger simp than all the setters for Hinata or all the captains for Daichi

You can fit so much passion and respecting people juice into this boy right here

I don't see him being a wild boy but if you're into it then so is he. Want him to spank you? He's gonna ask how hard baby.

However if you want to do something that he seems a bit hesitant on, he’s gonna try to be overconfident with everything. Make sure you talk to him and make sure you have a solid agreement with with him. Communication is key with him!

He's a little sloppy and lazy with his aftercare but you know what, it's always fun with him

I don't know much about him but he gives off that vibe of a man that runs on pure fiery passion and motivation. Like if he’s feeling like loving on you tonight? Be ready to not do a damn thing cause youre gonna be his precious pillow gem (idk if there's a gn term for ‘pillow princess’)

Sakusa

Ooof. Where do I begin with this beautiful man. Pretty body with a pretty cock to match for starts

He’s sexy man but he has these cute little moles all over his body. He personally doesn’t like them but please kiss each one even the one on his butt. He may not voice it but he loves it so much

He will gladly do the same for you; kissing you every part of your body that you may not like about yourself.

Doesn’t have a high sex drive, but when he’s in the mood, damn you better clear your plans. He believes in both quantity AND quality so you will be thoroughly fucked out when he’s done with you

I see him as the kind of dom that goes for the kind of pleasure that benefits you both. Not a selfish lover but also not an absolute giver like the others

Yeah there are nights where he wants to treat you but others nights he’s gonna make you work for it

Tagging: @hiddenbluee, @kou-taro, @justcoffeewithoutcaffeine

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