#and he is very intent on bringing me a present for my birthday even though I’ve told him he doesn’t need to do that

[lenaandcalliope]

this man really is not cute enough to risk getting murder for rn what the fuck am i doing

[beloved-belittled]

Gods/Titans x Reader: Birthday Gift Headcanons

Characters: Shinnok, Raiden, Fujin, Liu Kang, Shang Tsung, Cetrion, Kronika 

A/N: Not me forgetting Shang Tsung was a Titan in the last one I did like this, *cough cough*. This is a lot fluffier than my usual content, enjoy!

TW: Nothing really, aside from maybe an implied yandere with a few characters.

18+ to interact.

Shinnok

Likely doesn't know when your birthday is, nor does he care to ask. He's existed since before the concept of time, so what's another year around the sun supposed to mean to him? You’ll accidentally tell him about your birthday too, thinking out loud while he's around. Like, “oh it's my birthday today” or “I wonder if my birthday's coming up.” To which, he'll scoff and ask why you care about such a thing. Mortals and their customs have always irked him to no end.

For that reason, you shouldn't expect a gift or anything special when your b-day does roll around. If Shinnok wishes to treat you he'll do it any day out of the year. And his treats are rare, so I recommend appreciating them when they come. 

If Shinnok was to buy you a gift, he'd consider his tastes more than your own. So that means receiving items he likes and you may not enjoy. This includes: literature in an unknown language, skulls or other trophies from his enemies, overly ornate jewelry or clothing, and even a fresh soul for decoration or consumption. Be sure to smile and thank him even if the present is… Undesirable. It'll save you some pain and maybe he'll get you something better next time.

Raiden

He hasn't asked when your birthday is simply to be polite. But, you'll likely tell Raiden at some point and he'll never forget the day. Like most characters on this list, he doesn't have a birthday himself to celebrate. He understands how important it is to mortals however, and will make an effort to impress you.

Raiden may not get you a gift for your birthday though. It's not because he doesn't care, but because he'd rather not incite rumors or other speculations in his followers. This is especially true if your relationship is secret or even forbidden. It pains him, but he binds himself to a certain standard for good reason. It's only if he became Dark Raiden, or if your relationship was open/public would he offer you a present.

Raiden isn't very much “in-touch” with mortals, so he would also base a gift on his preferences. He enjoys things that enrich the mind and offer more perspective on the world. Some examples are: classical literature/philosophy, historical records or artifacts, spiritual aids such as incense or other herbs, and potentially a jar of Jinsei only if you have max trust with him.

Fujin

He asks you about your birthday, and like his brother he doesn't forget. While he doesn't have a birthday either, he likely adopts a fake one just to connect with humans. So, he knows the importance of your b-day and will ponder what to give you months ahead of time.

He's the first of the characters here to consider your preferences over his own. He'll ask you a lot of probing questions to find out your likes, but he's rather smooth about it so you won't know the intent behind it. He also observes you and learns more about your hobbies, while also doing a little bit of research on them to see what would make a good present.

The type of gift he offers is dependent on you, but he'll aim for something affordable yet memorable. It's worth noting that he may also invest in an experience such as going to a certain city or place. For your birthday Fujin would like to take you to a local restaurant, see a movie or some form of theater, or bring you something you've always wanted. 

Also, please give this man a gift for his fake birthday. He will appreciate it.

Liu Kang 

He should have an idea of when you were born due to him crafting your destiny. But, he makes sure to ask so you're not surprised about him knowing when your birthday is. His god-like memory won't allow him to forget your birthday, and he plans ahead for it a crisp 11 months in advance. He needs the time, considering all of the duties on his plate.

Like Raiden, offering you a gift on your birthday may cause jealousy in the Wu Shi Academy. The last thing Liu Kang wants is for his subordinates to suspect he has some kind of favoritism towards you. However, he has little problem with your relationship being public if you're dating. So, if you're in a relationship with him you'll get a gift. If not, he'll just say “happy birthday" and recommend you take the day off.

He’s considerate of your tastes when scrounging up a present. At the same time, if he feels that giving you what you want would enable bad habits, (ex: behavioral addictions or an unhealthy lifestyle) then he'll resort to a more generic gift. Some examples include: birthday/gift card, baked goods, potted plant or gardening seeds, and candles.

Shang Tsung

He knows your birth date, home address, and banking information before you've even met him. He enjoys thoroughly researching his prey before acting, so he knows all the little details of your life. And once he's wrapped you around his little thumb, you happily spill to him when your birthday is. 

His gift is determined by your relationship with him. If he's in the early stages of wooing you, then he'll get whatever you love. His budget is the most lenient out of anyone here, so if you want something on the more expensive side you'll get it. He can be far too lavish with it as well, easily spending thousands of dollars to get what you desire. Of course, he'll keep reassuring you that such a paltry amount is nothing if it's for you…

If he has you under his control already, then he just gets a gift that will please him. He sees you as a little trophy to show off and tease all the time, so you can imagine what his gifts would be like. Fine silks, opulent jewelry, fancy furniture for you to lay on… If the gift is anything that visually stimulates him and shows off his power then he'll offer it to you.

Cetrion

She knows when your birthday is because she is nigh omnipresent. However, unlike everyone else in this list, she likely won't be able to spend time with you on your birthday. Cetrion would observe you from afar, in Heaven, unless you've already died or she's gained her freedom from Kronika. Still, that doesn't mean she won't do something special for your birthday.

Cetrion has to be a bit sneaky when giving you a gift. While other Gods have to worry about their mortal followers getting angry, she has to worry about the wrath of Elder Gods and a Titan. But, she's been playing this game for a long, long time. She has her methods of getting one or two things past without their notice.

Cetrion's gift involves her powers. She may grow a large and beautiful tree in your yard overnight. Or (especially if you garden) find all of your plants blooming and thriving. If there's a particular animal you've really wanted as a pet, it'll show up practically on your doorstep -begging you to adopt it. Alternatively, you may just wake up with a power you've never had, wondering when in the hell were you able to talk to animals or had a green thumb.

Kronika

She probably cares the least about a birthday, second to only her son Shinnok maybe. But unlike him, she's far more considerate of you once you're in a relationship. If you want to celebrate the passage of time, so be it. 

She sees herself as an artisan in a way, and would likely craft you a gift utilizing her powers. By the end of it, you may end up with a powerful artifact on the levels of Shinnok's Amulet or a Kamidogu. Naturally, whatever object she creates will be imbued with the power of time. Speeding up time, stopping time, reversing time -as long as it relates to chronokinesis she'll create it.

And although she'll put time (literally) and effort into a present, her most important gift to you would be her presence. She'll want to hang out with you like normal, simply enjoying each other's company and voice. Kronika makes for a surprisingly good partner on your b-day. She's swayed many people to her side and for good reason -she considers other people's thoughts and desires. Of course, this is all assuming you didn't break her heart.

[kurishiri]

01 . . . happy birthday, alfons! ˗ˏˋ🪞´ˎ˗

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or may contain creative liberties for characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost or claim these as your own!

— this is a fan translation of alfons’ second birthday story. for full enjoyment, i would recommend you to read his first birthday story and his and elbie’s past records story, but it’s not required!

— cw: smut 👍

——Mirror, mirror on the wall,

What, pray tell, entails the happiest birthday celebration of them all?

A scrumptious cake? A beautiful scene of the night? Or a surprise present? Perhaps, a most sweet, blessed kiss?

If I were able to shower your birthday with wonderful memories to make you happy,

and if you were able to bury that empty expression you sometimes show, with a genuine smile…

…I wonder how much of it would remain in your memory?

Kate: Hey, Alfons, could you clear your schedule a week from today?

Alfons: A week from today, you say? …My, now what might that day be?

Kate: Jeez, don’t tell me you forgot. Your birthday is coming up, isn’t it?

Alfons: My birthday… Ahh! Now that you do mention it, indeed that would be the case.

Alfons clapped his hands together, as though having just realized just now.

Alfons: Do you plan to celebrate it, by any chance?

Kate: Of course! It’s a special day that comes around only once a year, and besides that, we couldn’t really do much for your birthday last year, so…

K: …that’s why, if anyone else invites you to something on that day, please decline. Like last year.

Alfons: Very well, I will do as you say then.

Kate: Great! I plan to have a packed schedule on that day, so you better be prepared!

Alfons: I see your words resemble that of a declaration of war. One that I accept.

A: Well then, I will be waiting most patiently like a good child, yes?

And so, holding onto the promise I made with Alfons, I made plans for his birthday.

However——

The night before his birthday, with a little bit of pleading from him, I couldn’t bring myself to say no, causing me to fall completely into his trap.

Kate: Mn—ahh… plea—sto…hh!

Alfons: Indeed… you can stop if you wish. I don’t have the slightest intention to restrain you here.

A: Go on now, by all means you may let go if you so wish. I won’t chase you down, after all.

(But even if you say to let go…)

I was on top of Alfons, straddling him, where our bodies connected.

I tried to let go by raising my waist, but…

Kate: …ah, mn…!

Just the slightest movement caused me to feel my insides being rubbed, enough for me to feel good,

and I ended up falling back down, the heat inside me reaching ever more deeply than before.

Kate: hh… haa…

Alfons: Dear me, was all your talk about wanting to stop naught but empty words?

Kate: That’s not… ahh…!

Holding my hips, he thrust into me from below,

and the pleasure I had been trying to hold back was forcibly brought out.

Kate: Hngh… I said ‘just a little,’ but this…!

Alfons: Hehe, that should be my line, no?

A: Seeming to want me so, and reluctant to let go, that’s your body, is it not?

Tonight as well, dragged into the waves of pleasure, I drowned in him.

—— The next morning ——

(I overslept…!)

It was the day of Alfons’ birthday, and yet when I awoke, the sun was already high into the sky.

(It’s because we did all those things late into the night…)

Kate: Hey, Alfons, wake up already!

Alfons: …In two hours I will.

Kate: We can’t afford to sleep away two more hours! Come on, let’s get ready quickly.

Putting aside his unreasonable demand to sleep in, I somehow dragged him out of the bed.

(I’ll celebrate so much so that Alfons can have an unforgettable birthday!)

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Would I be the asshole if I start hooking up with my hook-up's friend?

Some background info is necessary here. I'm aromantic and I've always been completely open about that and as upfront about what a relationship with me will (and, more importantly, won't) entail. I met this particular guy on a dating website like OKCupid or something like that, I don't remember exactly which one. We got along and were attracted to each other so I sat him down and had my usual talk with him about what he could expect and what he should never expect and whether or not that was a relationship he was okay with having. He said yes, so we started doing basically a FWB thing.

He's incredibly hot and we are very compatible sexually (which is honestly not super common for me tbh lol). The problem is, he often gets clingy and weepy and complains to me about how lonely he is and that he really wants a romantic relationship, complete with things about how no one will ever love him and those types of sayings. I've talked to him about it a few times and asked if he was sure he wanted to keep doing this with me when I will never be able to meet that need. We're also not exclusive at all, so I usually respond to this kind of thing by encouraging him to keep seeing other people/keep putting himself out there/etc and hyping him up and stuff. Every time we talk about it he says he's good to go, that he totally understands my aromanticism and he won't try to push for romance from me, and like I said it's kind of difficult for me to find people who also want the sex I want (I guess I'm kind of kinky and a stone top which in my experience a lot of guys are not into idk) and especially to find people who are interested in sex and dating with no actual romantic feelings or intent. So I've been sticking with him even though he keeps bringing this up and kind of (seemingly) implying that he wants things from me I've told him repeatedly I can't give. I don't want to hurt his feelings by still sleeping with him if he wants love, but I'm basically operating on the assumption that he's a big boy who can make his own decisions and I've been honest with him and understanding, at least as far as I'm concerned.

That's the backstory, now we reach the issue I'm actually asking about. A few days ago, maybe as an early birthday present for me or maybe just coincidentally, this guy had a friend over at the same time as me and we ended up having a threesome. It was great! I really liked the other person involved and we were all compatible and had a lot of fun. They gave me their number on my way out.

So I've been texting with this person, that my long term (I guess, depending on your definition of "long term") hook-up introduced me to via a threesome, and they have asked me if I want to hook up again with just them. Which I totally do. I know I wouldn't be an asshole to start seeing them in addition to the first guy because we're not exclusive and never have been, and I've made myself clear from the beginning that we never would be. My question is would I be the asshole if I started seeing this person that he introduced me to via a threesome, and also stopped having sex with him (I would be open to still being friends who don't have sex, but somehow I doubt he would be very interested in that).

The thing is, this new person is also aromantic, so I know that a non-romantic sexual relationship that stays non-romantic would actually for sure be okay with them. I wouldn't have to worry a) about hurting their feelings because they want something from me I can't give, or b) them repeatedly implying they want more or thought I could change my mind eventually or whatever. But... It just seems like it might be a bit of a dick move when he introduced us for group sex and then to... cut him out of the group, I guess.

So... would I be the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

director's commentary on Trophy please 👀👀

Trophy

Oh gods where do I even start-- my magnum opus, my beloved, the every-horrible-thing-I-could-think-of-happens-because-no-one-stopped-me (and boy did my best friend try) fic

This was so long I'm sorry-- as you can see, I always want to talk about this fic but have ✨anxiety✨. When asked about it though-- it's what my brain needs to allow it lmao. I do hope you enjoy :)

The first line was originally (as a thought) "I deserve this" , this was scrapped because the concept became irrelevant in later drafts (and now it may become relevant again-- who knows). The first bit before it cuts back to the race was originally the first of a back and forth kind of flashback thing. ex. chapter 2 would have taken place in the present with hints as to what happened, and chapter 3 would directly follow the events of chapter 1. If the way I explained that didn't make much sense-- that should be enough to show why this has since been changed💀

A single step away– but in the corner of his eye; a flash, a blur— and Zoom tackled him off the magnetar.

This was very intentional. I specifically wanted to mention just how close Barry was to winning as he did in canon. Makes everything that happens next all the sweeter, to me :)

There are many parts and lines that are going to hit so much harder later on and that's all I'll say about that matter for the moment.

“You really thought you could defeat me?” His low whine turned into a howl as Zoom pressed harder on an evidently broken rib. “Forgotten I’m the fastest man alive?” Zoom leaned further down and Barry bit his cheek to prevent a shriek. “Don’t worry.” Tone laced with venom, he wrapped a hand around Barry’s windpipe. Zoom’s mask was inches from his face, blocking the breach. “You’ll have plenty of time to remember.” He clawed at the hand desperately, struggling for air. 

This is one of my favorite scenes ngl. I wrote this whole excerpt after rewatching the Enter Zoom scene and wrote nothing else for the rest of that night lmao. Tis where you get the parallels between those first two lines and ones in that episode "You really thought you could defeat me?" is just slightly changed from "{Harrison Wells}, you thought you could defeat me {with this}?" And as I type this, I have discovered another layer to that parallel that is extremely relevant to the story. Holy shit this is awesome (I will not be saying. spoilers.) ANYWAYS; the other parallel line. "Forgotten I'm the fastest man alive?" comes from "Never forget, I am the fastest man alive." I love parallels. Let's just say that Zoom is very irritated and a little offended that Barry seems to think he {Zoom}'s less powerful than he is. May need a couple more reminders...

Knew I needed another really bad injury besides the broken rib to both bring the Enter Zoom parallels to a climax, and to make the next scene/s work. I thought "Hey! Speedsters can't run if their leg is broken!" and that was that.

“Now you can watch your precious multiverse die. Knowing you’re the one who destroyed it.”

This might be my favorite line and it is the only anything from the first draft of chapter 1 that made it to the final draft. Also I wrote it at 5 am because of course I did.

Somewhere behind the two speedsters, there was a scream

The person who screamed will not be revealed in this fic but I do know who it was and there is an in-universe reason for it besides simply directing the attention away from Barry. I wrote a companion piece off of that reason-- may post it if I feel like cleaning it up a little. But for now, feel free to theorize :)

And finally, to round out the chapter 1 fun facts and commentary-- something I've wanted to say since that fateful day it was posted.

Around 50% of chapter 1 was written on March 14th from 5-11 pm with no food, no water, and no bathroom breaks. I had the power of whump and the speedforce on my side and I was DETERMINED to post it on Barry's birthday and it fucking worked.

THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH FOR ASKING AND ENABLING ME BECAUSE I HAVE PUT WAY TO MUCH THOUGHT INTO THIS FIC AND AM DELIGHTED TO SHARE IT!!!

Fanfic Writers: Director's Cut

[frostyreturns]

Frosty Ruins The Prince Of Egypt

This is a movie I actually remember going to see in theatres as a kid. My older brother took me for my birthday and must have thought the movie was underwhelming because after we watched it he insisted we go to the toy store right after for a secondary gift. That was unneccesary because even a mediocre movie with my brother was a good time. Now I haven't seen the movie since then so let's see if that assessement of mediocre still stands.

I've never been a huge fan of Dreamworks, the first Shrek movie was great but I have trouble even picking a second favourite movie of theirs. I've always found their character designs offputting. The artwork in the movie overall is very good…the settings the backgrounds the buildings all look terrific but the characters themselves…just look goofy and not goofy in a fun way, goofy in an 'am I supposed to believe this mongoloid alien is a person' kind of way.

I hate the musical aspects of this movie as well, it just doesn't fit. The music in a story like this is to keep the kids engaged…to make otherwise dark or boring parts of the story more interesting and recapturing a short attention span. However when the story is grim and the music is grim…it just doesn't work with the sad ballads. I'm sure there are some people who like that kind of thing but I'm not one of them. Even as a kid when I liked musical cartoon feature length movies I didn't care for the music in this one at all. The music just isn't good it doesn't flow well it's not catchy or memorable and some of it is downright cringeworthy.

I can also see the movie being polarizing for the religious elements. It opens with the disclaimer that they took some artistic license but felt it was a faithful adapation of the story. However when you adapt a story there's so much room for…adding here…taking away there…altering one single word can change so much and is considered apostasy. However sometimes those changes can also bring a story more alive. One thing that stood out to me in this vein is when moses kills the slavedriver. In the movie it's presented like as though it was an accident to make him a more sympathetic character and to avoid taking a moral stance on killing oppressors. The reality is he saw his people being abused by evil men and killed one out of rage. By altering this it presents a moral perspective not present in or consistent with the Bible that says killing is always wrong no matter what. And it attempts to present Moses as a more benevolent and perfect figure than he was, which ruins the notion of God using imperfect people to do great things. They hammer this home by doing a whole song and dance about how great Moses is. Moses is feeling unworthy and he overcomes this self doubt by "looking at his life through heavens eyes" thus attributing this veneration of Moses to God. Rather than Moses bringing glory to God they reverse this and have God bringing glory to Moses. Now maybe this is intentional or maybe an accidental consequence of a slight "artistic" alteration of the story. just to give an idea for how much of a departure it is this is the full story as it appears in the Bible/Torah.

Exodus 2:11 11 Years later, after Moses had grown up, he went out to his own people, and took notice of their heavy burdens. He saw an Egyptian beating up a Hebrew, one of his own people. 12 Looking around and seeing no one else, he killed the Egyptian and hid him in the sand. 13 Going out the next day, Moses noticed two Hebrew men fighting right in front of him. He told the one who was at fault, “Why did you strike your companion?” 14 The man replied, “Who appointed you to be an official judge over us? Are you planning to kill me like you killed the Egyptian?” Then Moses became terrified and told himself, “Certainly this event has become known!”

I'm sorry but that's a wildly different story than the one presented in the film, where he accidentally bumps a man off a ledge and is immediately offered immunity by Rameses which he turns down out of guilt. This is just one example but there's more.

What I did like about the movie is that i've always hated ancient egypt…it was an evil, oppressive, demonic empire and I hate the way there's a fascination with it that doesn't acknowledge or glosses over these things. The movie showcases just a small portion of their evil and it's always fun to watch an evil empire get pwned and seeing slaves go free.

I'm very conflicted about movies like this in general, I don't like seeing Bible stories as tales to sit and watch for entertainment. This isn't a story made up to entertain it's a historical and religious story told so we'll know the tale and it's importance spiritually. I'm not opposed to it in general I'm not saying it's wrong I just have mixed feelings about it. Seeing a story about the one true God delivering people from slavery... on the shelf next to a story about an ogre rescuing a princess…I dunno man. I just don't think the word of God is meant to be a story consumed for passing the time. I think part of the problem is I found the movie aggressively mediocre…and it almost feels wrong to say that about a Bible story…but Bible stories shouldn't be judged on their entertainment value at all. It's like judging a steak dinner for how much it tastes like candy….it does a bad job of it…but it's not supposed to and is meant to do something more important for you.

Overall it's not a terrible movie and it definitely seems like it was made in earnest, it was clearly not created to be a mockery or to diminish the story, it fails in some areas but succeeds in others. I think this is more of a take it with a grain of salt thing and not a throw the whole thing out kind of thing.

C+

[krikeymate]

Okay but the real question is: in your larger age gap au, is Sam born 5 years earlier, or is Tara born 5 years later?

Both options would change different things, like whether Tara has the same friends as in canon or not. If Tara is born 5 years later, then she probably wouldn't be friends with Amber, so Amber and Richie's plot would have to be carried out differently.

On the other hand, if Sam is born 5 years earlier, then she would be much closer in age to the teens from Scream 4, which could also be really interesting.

You've exposed one of my fatal flaws, which is that when I'm thinking about Sam and Tara, I forget other characters exist.

This has given me some really interesting things to think about! And think I did as I made my dinner.

So the intention is that Tara is born 5 years later, in 2007 instead of 2002. I hadn't considered Sam being the one born earlier, and I think unless you really fuck with the Scream timeline in major ways, it wouldn't work. I actually thought out a detailed way of how that could work with Billy having escaped and actually still being alive and then I realised I was actually having Sam be born 5 years later not earlier, whoops, but great opportunity if you wanted to make Tara Billy's daughter too lmao. You could have Billy and Christina both be older and out of school, it would have the added bonus of making his relationship with Sidney extra creepy, but otherwise, I like to stick mostly to canon as much as possible.

So, here's what I'm thinking. Hicks and Sam have an entirely different relationship in this AU. Sam does get into some trouble with the law, she does have some trouble with drinking and drugs, but she doesn't go entirely off the rails. Hicks sets her straight, reminds her that between her and her mother, Tara is likely to get taken away. Hicks is the reason she wins a custody fight against her mother.

Sam still babysits Wes and his friends at Judy's (she lets her bring Tara), and even though they're older, they're so gentle with her baby sister. By the time the babysitting group are becoming teens (around 12/13 or so), they're too old to need a babysitter really, but Judy and Martha still pay her to do so (to keep them out of trouble). They start to invite their new friend Amber over. Sam doesn't really get why they're friends, her relationship is mostly borderline nasty snide comments and arguing with Mindy, but kids will be kids. Amber doesn't seem to like her friends, she definitely doesn't care for Sam (and feels the need to comment on them still needing a babysitter), but for whatever goddamn reason, this girl seems to adore Tara. Amber doesn't even like children! She's got a little sister of her own, and they've all seen the way she recoils from kids in the park. Now to be fair, Tara is very adorable. Who wouldn't love Tara? But still. It's weird. But Sam isn't going to deny Tara someone else who will be affectionate with her.

Years pass. Sam feels a bit weird that her friends are all high school kids and their moms, but these people buy her little sister birthday presents and invite them over for Christmas... they're like a family to her. Chad teaches Tara soccer, and Mindy introduces Tara to scary movies (Sam nearly murders her for this), and Wes, well he just does whatever Tara asks him to, the softy. Amber's her second confidant, she tells her things she's not ready to tell her sister. Sam doesn't like how close they are, but as Tara becomes a teenager, she knows there's no point fighting it. It isn't a hill she's willing to die on.

Sam never runs away, she stays in Woodboro, she gains custody over her sister. She rents a small two-bedroom home from a compassionate elderly woman who lives with her son now and is sweet on her sister. She's had some problems with... seeing things, her therapist still hasn't settled on a diagnosis yet, but the antipsychotics she's given her work, and that's all that matters her therapist says. All that matters is figuring out whether it's genetic and whether her sister is going to have problems too, is what she retorts.

She works at the bowling ally, she's thinking about Judy's offer to have her work at the station. A few months ago a new guy rolled into town, looking for a fresh start away from a toxic family, and they've been having fun. Richie keeps asking when she'll introduce him to her sister, and she laughs him off, he's so not at that point.

She's a couple of blocks away from home - the boss let her go early and told Richie he'll be making up for his constant slacking by staying late to clean - when a piercing alarm sounds from her phone. It's her security system, alerting her the police have been called.

Sam sprints the rest of the way home.

[chevvy-yates]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Not being tagged, just thought I could share some stuff I'm onto. :) Decided to tag others because I'd love to see an update from you as well (if you got sth, no pressure!).

So I'm tagging; @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @medtech-mara, @elvenbeard, @humberg, @ugh-my-back, @itzsassha, @kittenchrissy, @hydrasshole, @spicyraeman, @bnbc, @drunkchasind, @morganlefaye79, @gloryride FYI: some of you are currently hyperfixating bg3 I know; doesn't matter to me. You are welcome to share wips of this as well (even I'm not into it) bc you may have followers that may be interested to see that as well?

—

At first

So, last weekend I've been producing a little mass of Ryder in things VP I can now scatter over the next few weeks — at the cost of entirely neglecting my other boys once again. As always I feel bad about it, because they deserve attention as well (especially JJ bc he got the least atm, but @gloryride takes so pretty shippy pics of Enzo and him lately, I'm always melting when I get to see them! I'll give him and them love soon too I promise!). It is what it is — Ry happens to be my personal fav. I have to accept it and say it is okay.

— NPV

Some of you know I have him already as npv and I was about to get things ready for others who might be interested in taking pics of him or/and befriend him with their own ocs.

FYI: His npv is not only for me! So feel free to ask me about him. I do not bite (but he does) :)

However, just by using his npv version only a few times I knew I need more than the 15 outfits he already got due to story related things and general vp ideas with two or more ocs in my head. So only after like what? — barely three months he's going to receive an update with the rest of his outfits to be added. There's only one permission I'm waiting for. If I do not receive an answer in the next days, these two outfits will be added without that specific piece.

— VP

I. Nice pics

That I took a mass of him mainly happened bc I needed 2-3 pics for my info pdf as I grew tired of some older ones (without raytracing) and I was missing one for Formal, Summer and one for Merc anyways as well as the Special category, so I took pics in one of the outfits that are presented there.

I'll post them during the next few weeks. It's just pretty pics since their intention is more or less focused on the outfit in general.

I'm trying to get more interesting shots in between but I'm super critical with myself thinking my ideas aren't 'great', ' very conceptual' or 'interesting' enough (I do not feel forced to do it in the fandom, but I know I should do it ore often bc it is my job life too) – I do think the same about may daily business work and yet I receive comments from coworkers like 'You're so creative with this one' and 'glad I took your expertise', so I can't be that uncreative, heh?.

II. Sneak Peak

Y'all may have noticed that there's a new harness out for both female and male and ofc I was all bats about how it looks on Ry. So here I can show you his fine belly for now:

My Idea was to take pictures in green light (the Afterlife stairway). But once I started colorgrading afterwards in Adobe Lightroom, I almost deleted the entire green because the brown makes him look way more "realistic".

I'm torn between doing all pics this way or split it up into both. The green def. has a nice catch but I'm so sold to the colorgraded version. I want to bring him back together with Thyjs there anyways, so maybe I'll use the green for them instead and then pics in the Afterlife stairway make more sense (if I try think story wise) rather than jsut a nice photoset with lots of skin that could have been shot anywhere since you do not see wehere it is exactly. Next days will decide what I do with the green or not.

III. Reshots.

Ryder is turns 1 this year! September 17th is his creation day (his birthday is October 31st though). <3 So I took the opportunity to look at his first pics I did back in the day, where I had zero clue what to do with him. A few characteristics were set; like his black clothing only concept but in general I didn't know how he would react in pictures. Today I know!

Here's a another sneak peak. Taking him from emotionless oc to German Raver Dude™. <3

Fun fact: I forgot to add his blade cyberware back then on the first day and redid the pics already the next day (Sep. 18th) with the blades but left this pic on the left out bc I didn't like it that much. He looked at me like a psycho and made me think "Will I like you?"

Last year I tried to make my pics colorful, because Cyberpunk is a colorful game after all, but I forced myself to do bc usually my style is and always has been like the colors are in the right picture; desaturated, with a nice noise. I'm happy I went to retake his first pics and I'll continue with a few (e.g. The Atlantis, Konpeki red maybe too).

— FIC (snippet)

Here's one of my rp answers of a deep talk Ry and Arki are having during a rooftop party. It's only my reply so it's why Arki does not say anything here.

Ryder suddenly feels understood. He shifts into an upright position, placing one knee onto the other, his foot wobbling to the sound of the music playing in the background. Arki almost sounds like he’s battling the same, but on a different level. You feel like that too? Ry’s eyes get bigger and he gives off a rather surprised look as he listens further. He decides to sip his bottle again, takes a deep breath, then shifts into another position anew, looking at the reflection in the glass. “Yeah — ‘Bad. Enduring. Aggressing. Sinister. Termination.' — or in short: 'B.E.A.S.T.' That's how I started calling it that way.” Ry states, eyes back on him. “It forces me to do -bad-. It’s sort of an -enduring- beat in my head, I can beat Beast only for a time while listening to hard rave beats. — It makes me -aggressive- to no end. It -scares- me because out of not knowing what’s happening I am frightened to see what I’ve done again because— because it only ends with -termination- for my opponents while I’m just lucky to have survived each time.” Ryder adds with a cracking voice followed by a sigh.

Arki’s ‘You are not alone, Ryder’ gave Scharfenberg, to his own surprise, hope again. “Funny,” he lets out next, another tiny laugh leaving his lips. “Never thought someone could understand me, feel what I feel. And out of all it turns out to be you.” — He explained it to V and to Thy. They tried but will never understand it entirely because they do not –thank the netlords– have to deal with it as he has. “How it looks inside me, how it screams and yells in there. Tells me how I have to do it.”  I never wanted this, Ryder thinks for himself. Must kill! Beast barks at him immediately. Halt doch einfach mal die Fresse! Ryder yells back in German in his mind, his teeth bared a little behind lightly twitching lips as his expression slips for Arki to see. “But I—” he goes on, eyes continuing to fix onto Arki’s. Fetch me souls! “— how can I win? Be good? Get rid of it — the fire, the burning voice, the constant pounds and torment? That rage?” Ry throws in one question after another, gaze fixated on the other man as if he awaits an answer Arki surely may not have for him either after he told how he feels as well. Scharfenberg takes a bigger sip and enjoys the fizzing of the beer on his tongue again for a moment. “I can't escape it. Got to go the way it chases me. It’s an endless road.” His hand reaches up to rub his beard for a long moment as he leans back, hesitating if he should tell more or not. Let Arki eventually take part of his struggle he's been battling for almost eight years now. His gaze wanders off again to look literally everywhere, legs now both bob a certain rhythm even though the background music in the distance is currently off because Vijay seems to be searching for some other tunes. “For me it's a daily and constant ‘knock-knock’ that says: "Now where is that anger? That hunger to kill? You need it. Fetch me souls”—suddenly he swings back forth again, voice getting louder, teeth baring, white rings of his optics flaring up dangerously fixed back on Arki. ”Hey! — I'm here, don't you ignore me! Let me out! They harmed you. Kill them. Let me— Let me out! Must! Kill! All!" Ryder expresses himself citing Beast under repressed anger. He abruptly takes another big gulp, and falls back into the lounge, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he’s busy for a moment pushing Beast back.

okay that was a lot actually. I could ad way more but I'll keep that for another wip post! xD

Thanks for reading and kudos to everyone who landed here!

[shitpostsfromtheinvisiblelibrary]

4?

Irene kicked her boots off and started on her soaking wet coat. 'That is the last time I let you talk me into going for a nice stroll around the park,' She dropped wet gloves on the side and looked at Kai. 'Sorry. I know you enjoy this kind of weather im just... Human.'

He smiled, the beads of rain on his hair shimmered like diamonds. 'Never say that like it is a bad thing,' He waved a hand and Irene felt the water drain from her clothes. 'Is that a bit better?'

'Thank you,' He helped her out of her now dry coat.

'You are still cold though,' He hung up his things before taking her hands. 'How about soup for dinner?'

'That does sound good,' Irene said. 'I will make a pot of tea whilst you get started on that.'

Irene hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter, cradling her cup of tea in ice-cold hands whilst she watched Kai.

He was a King of the kitchen, everything in a place he deemed fit, irene could cook but let him take on the kitchen as his own space. Whilst food was merely something to keep her alive to kai it was a way of showing love, even the simplest of things were made with intention, and careful and deliberate choices went into ingredients and presentation. There wasn't a single thing that Kai had fed to her that hadn't been specially chosen.

Even simple soup was deliberate.

'Try this,' He scooped a spoonful out of the pot and fed it to her.

'Mm, that's good.'

'Something is missing though,' He checked the pantry for the seasonings that he kept very well stocked before disregarding them all and leaving the room, returning with a small bottle of vodka.

'It's far too early for that and won't go with my tea,' Irene smiled as Kai splashed some into the soup.

'How about now?' He fed her some before himself. 'I think that's better.'

'It is always really good,' Irene said, as he leant close enough she leaned forward and kissed his cheek. He pinked, he did so everytime she praised him. 'If it wasnt soup i would say let's go and curl up in bed to eat,' Kai wrinkled his nose. He was incredibly opinionated about the concept of eating in bed, an activity, in his opinion, reserved for when one is ill or injured or breakfast on the event of some celebration such as birthdays or just because he wanted to treat Irene, he refused to explain what made that a celebration.

'Bring all of the blankets out and we can curl up on the sofa.'

'And spill soup on them?'

'We have more.'

[passingdaysthings]

06.06.2023 - Period Mood

Today is Tuesday. 

My last post was cut short because Taylor called, and I just talked to him before getting back to work. 

I am officially done with my 3rd quarter of grad school, and I am so happy. I finished my last homework assignment like an hour ago, and I think I am going to chill for the rest of the day. I was gonna go to the gym, but my period finally started after being 33 days and it’s hitting me pretty hard. I can’t even remember the last time my period gave me this much pain and bloating. I am gonna try to really rest and not think about school for this short break I have because I think I need to take care of myself better while I am in school. Of course, I do the gym and do my work properly, but I don’t really think I take care of my mental health well. I kind of just push things until I hit a breaking point and have a panic attack about it. I am taking one course again this summer because I am pretty busy this summer, and I think I should enjoy it rather than constantly studying and doing work. I hope this will be a good summer. I am really excited because I’ll be doing to California for my birthday in like 3 weeks, and I’ll be going to see Fall Out Boy. I am also planning to work on my volleyball fundamentals while I am on break because I feel like I have been getting lazy. I am not sure if it was because I was in school or if I am actually being lazy. We will just have to see how I do while I am playing on break. I did really poorly yesterday on offense, and that really bothered me. I am not an offensively strong player, but I was giving up points there which is the problem. If I am not scoring then I shouldn’t be giving up points. 

Moving on to the real reason why I am writing today, and I believe it’s mostly my period really pushing the thoughts forward. As I have said before, Taylor and I’s relationship has become that of regular friends, and it’s like we never even went through the stages we did to get here. It’s as if we have always been like this which is fine with me, but every now and then, I get SMACKED with all the things we use to do and talk about. Let me kind of break it down: 

April 2022 - June 2022: Getting to know each other, talked everyday, and I dumped Peter

June 2022 - mid - Aug 2022: Friendly, but definitely had conversations that were not considered “just friends” things, really pushed the friend boundary 

Mid-Aug 2022- End of Oct 2022: Definitely not a relationship between two people who were just friends, sexual stuff, and more couple stuff, time of my confessions and rejection 

Nov 2022 - Feb 2023: Confusing time after I got rejected, but we still were intimate(?). A very confusing time for me because I am def not able to do that whole no string attached thing. 

Mid-Feb 2023 - present: Taylor ending our sexual relationship and reverting to normal friends or as normal as we can be I guess 

For starters, I am kind of sad because I feel like the time we spent together during the April to July period was really wholesome and fun, and we were just there for each other as people. I really felt like we both cared about each other not that we don’t now, but for me, I feel like part of it was invalidated by the progression from that point. The time period where we had a sexual relationship. I don’t feel like I did anything wrong of course, but I also have to deal with the new emotions it brings. Nothing I said during our early stages of friendship was a lie, but I can’t help doubt Taylor intentions from the beginning. I don’t think his intentions were bad though because we are still friends now. Its just a thought here and there. I just don’t really know how to deal with it sometimes because he is still my friend, and we still talk everyday. I understand that people do what I did with other people and move on, but this dude is literally a huge part of my life. Like what the actual fuck? On top of that, it is my first time even having this kind of relationship with someone, and I really got bamboozled. I really thought this man liked me because I would not have done any of that if I knew he didn’t like me. I guess there were signs that he didn’t like me, but there were way more signs that he liked me. Literally, everyone around me thought he liked me, and they all supported me saying something. This is why I have trauma now. CALL ME BABE ALL YOU WANT AND ACT JEALOUS, BUT YOU DON’T LIKE ME UNTIL YOU SAY IT. I literally cannot LOL. I do not understand it. There are times where I wonder if I was the one being delusional during that time, but I have been assured that it wasn’t me. Like... this man hates talking to people and being social, but he spent time talking to me everyday morning to night. We still talk everyday now even though it’s much less time wise. He called me babe, got jealous, and sends me money for boba. He told me he wanted to sleep with me, and that if something ever happened to me, then he wouldn’t last very long. SIR? UM, SIR? I’m sorry, but imagine having a boyfriend with that kind of past with his girl best friend because that’s what I am to Taylor (unless he lied about all that). I don’t think he lied though because he is always very concerned about me when something happens. I am his best friend.. that he wanted to fuck, and that was reciprocated. I was interested in sleeping with him too. He says he is never going to get a girlfriend so it won’t be a problem, but for me, I don’t know, dude. I didn’t really plan on being single forever, but I mean, I guess, it could happen. Who knows LOL. I get so many emotions every time I think about that period of our friendship because it just confuses the fuck out of me, AND I didn’t get any closure. The only thing I pursued after my rejection was why he decided that he wanted to sleep with me and all that stuff, and all he said was “idk”. I was speechless. I was like... this man changed our whole relationship dynamic on impulse though which I am not surprised after getting to know him more. He does things impulsively with no explanation pretty often, and I happen to be on the receiving end of those impulses this time. I have accepted that, but I feel like not all of it was impulse. I fully believe there was a part of him that liked me, but he simply didn’t want to commit to anything. I am fine with though. I didn’t really pursue much after my rejection because I felt like it was for the best. I don’t think we would be able to handle a romantic relationship with each other because he doesn’t like to communicate, and I place a lot of importance on communication. He is also rude af when he talks some times, and I don’t mess with that. I definitely get annoyed with what he says a lot of time, and I hold it in because we’re simply just friends. I would not be okie with it if we were more, and this includes things he says to me personally too. I feel kind of bad assuming a relationship between the two of us would fail, but it’s true LOL. I think it would also be to the point that we wouldn’t even be able to be friends after. I already think the friendship we are maintaining right now is destined to fail some time in the future. Random thought I am having right now, Taylor literally says that he ghost friends or drops them randomly for no reason at all, but he told me that I am stuck with him forever. He told me that, and I still feel like our friendship might end one day. That’s so pessimistic of me, but it’s because I know him pretty well. He may have said things that show that I am special/important to him, but we are talking about a dude that broke up with the “love of his life” to go fuck other girls soooooo like... his words.... not reliable. I hope that he gets help one day and figures all this out. I will be here to support him though because regardless of all the things we’ve been through, I love him and consider him my best friend. He knows more about me than anyone else who has walked this earth. 

-P

[fennelwrites]

pla characters (various): how they say "i love you"

notes: i started this one a WHILE ago but didn't finish it up till now! i'm scheduling it like a week after i finished it because i put out a bunch of stuff recently and i want that to settle before just overloading with content lol.

(cw: none)

Adaman: …with his time.

It’s not an exaggeration to say that Adaman values his spare time highly. He doesn’t have a strict schedule, but he doesn’t like to do nothing, so all of his “free” time is spent with intention of getting SOMETHING done.

However, if you’re dear to him, he’ll carve out blocks of his busy day to spend with you. Whether that’s sharing a meal, taking a walk, or just doing nothing, he wants to spend whatever time he can with you.

If he’s confronted about this, he’ll simply grin and say “No time spent with my partner is wasted!”

Volo: …with presents.

Volo is a wanderer; you don’t see him very often, and when you do, it’s just for a short while until he’s off again. Every time he visits, however, he brings you something new from wherever he’s gone. Sparkling rocks, exotic flowers, anything that he thinks you’d like, he picks up and brings back for you.

This isn’t just limited to physical gifts; if he sees a strange Pokemon or hears an interesting rumor, he brings that back to you as well. “In my business, information’s as good as gold!”

After the postgame, you see him a lot less frequently, but somehow, you still find small trinkets on your doorstep from time to time.

Ingo: …with memories.

Memories are something Ingo has precious few of, so any that you make with him are more valuable than gold. Every time you do something together, he takes a step back and takes in every detail; he wants to imprint every moment into his mind. He’ll tell stories of you to anyone who listens (mostly Zisu because of proximity); he never wants the details to leave him.

He’s also committed to making new memories with you, not just retelling old ones. Whenever he has a moment of down time at the training grounds, he’s thinking of new dates to take you on and new activities to do together. He’s always got a few ideas in his back pocket.

You get him a camera for what he vaguely remembers is his birthday, and he never puts it down. “Physical keepsakes will help me remember,” he says, “even if my mind forgets again.”

Melli: …by not saying anything at all.

If there’s anyone who fits the word “audacious”, it’s Melli; everywhere he goes, he’s proclaiming his own greatness. Of course, if you’re dating him, he’s proclaiming your greatness as well! Only the best for the great Melli, after all!

However, once the two of you are in private, he’s oddly quiet. He doesn’t feel the need to tell you how great he is; you already know. The same is true for how great you are. Behind closed doors, he revels in just spending quiet time with you, either being in the same room doing separate things or cuddling together.

If you want him to tell you just how much he loves you, however, all you have to do is ask. Be prepared, though; he tends to go on for a while.

[gotnofucks]

Will you make me a drabble where I ask Steve to be my daddy or just make him my daddy🥺🥺👉👈 love you bestie!!

Title: The Journey to Daddy

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: Five times you call Steve ‘daddy’, and the one times he asks you to.

Words: 1.6k

Warning: slight smut, daddy kink, some jealousy and possessiveness, 18+ Only

A/N: There is only one person who can ever make me go soft. Berry, this is for you. Love you more my queen @donutloverxo

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1.

Sometimes, you felt like an onion. You had a lot of layers around you: secrets, insecurities, dreams you were scared of living, things that were never said. And every time, it felt like Steve would peel a layer to expose the truest form of you. You'd never felt as naked as you did when his eyes were fixed on you, with no judgement or question, only love.

You'd been going out for months now, learning about each other, exploring your boundaries. Steve was the most attentive boyfriend. He was caring and respectful, always there for you before you even asked for him. He'd lift you up when you needed something from the top shelf. He'd cook for you because he knew you liked the domestic look on him. He'd tickle you to tears when you were down, trailing kisses down your forehead to your nose to your chin before blowing a raspberry on the hollow of your neck that would have you giggling.

Steve was so perfect, and it was very unconscious the first time you called him Daddy. You were in the kitchen and had broken a plate when Steve came rushing out, carrying you away from the wreckage to make sure you were okay. he wouldn't let you clean it, afraid you'd hurt yourself.

"You're okay baby?" He had asked.

"Yes daddy" you had softly replied into his neck, soothed by his smell. And though he didn't say anything, the thought kept running in his head. Daddy?

2.

Your cries got higher with each thrust, nails digging into Steve’s shoulder as he pumped into you. He loved it when you got like this, all dumbed down and messy, garbling words that felt like poetry to him. You came around him again, squeezing his length between the velvety walls of your sex and he released into you with a growl.

Sweaty and spent, you looked a beauty to him as you laid under his naked body covered in his essence. His large body framed yours and as he leaned in to kiss your glistening and bruised lips, you tiredly said, "I love you, daddy".

He stilled, whispering a love you back before collapsing next to you. Looking at you drifting away, he got up to clean you and cover you up, holding you close as his thoughts ran wild. There it was again. Daddy. Why did you call him that?

3.

Your birthdays were more important to Steve than they were to you. Every time, even when you’d not been dating, Steve would pull all stops for your birthday. He’d arrange a party that would consist only of your closest friends and family, cook all your favorite food, and would make sure everyone got you a present you liked.

There was that time Steve had made a list and gave it out. “Just get her something from this. I know what she likes.” Idiot. He should have put only his name on the list, since there was nothing you wanted more than him. Today, as you celebrated this day as a couple, he decided to make it intimate and private.

He decorated the balcony in your favorite fairy lights, lightening soft candles and putting your favorite flowers everywhere so that it smelled divine. You both sat under the stars, holding each other as you snuggled in the blanket, talking in hushed tone.

“What did you wish for when you blew the candles?” He asked, pressing his lips on the crown of your head. You looked at him, eyes reflecting the candles that danced in the wind.

“I have everything I want. Here.” You said, touching his chest. “You’re all I want. Thank you for today, daddy.”

You kissed him, not noticing the slight hitch in his breath as you said that. Daddy, he liked how that sounded.

4.

The sounds of typing were a normal in your house, but it bothered Steve when it went past midnight for the third night in a row. He saw you stifle another yawn, rubbing at your eyes as you tried to finish this project on time. You worked way too hard if you asked him.

“Baby, come to bed. It’s late.”

“I can’t, really need to get this done.”

Steve sighed, washing your now empty coffee mug before sitting beside you. He counted three more yawns along with four curses whispered under your breath and he knew he needed to step in. Gently stopping your hand, he turned you to face him and cupped your face.

“You still have four days before you need to turn this in. Come to bed honey, you’re tired and I don’t wanna sleep without you.”

You pouted, tired and internally glad that he finally stopped you. Nodding, you allowed him to more or less carry you into the bedroom and put you into pajamas, tucking you into the warmth of his body as he turned out the lights.

“Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll make you your favorite breakfast tomorrow so you’re all charged up for another day of working. I love you.”

His arms came around you, your back to his chest. Tangling your fingers with his, you pressed a sleepy kiss on his knuckles before whispering into the dark, “good night daddy. Love you too.”

5.

The fifth time you did it, you scared him.

The Avengers Gala was something Steve hated and loved. He loved he could have you on his arm, his girl to proclaim before the world. His friends got together and had a nice time, and people he hadn’t seen for a while surfaced too.

What Steve couldn’t handle was the audacity of men to ogle you. Despite you being on his arm, they would follow you with their creepy eyes, trying to sneak in a word whenever someone pulled him away from you. He knew he mustn’t be jealous; if there was anything Steve was ever secure about, it was your love for him. But he couldn’t stand still watching some good for nothing bastard try to win you over with a pick up line that was older than he was.

“Excuse me gentlemen” He almost growled, taking your arm possessively before whisking you away into a dark corner, intent on having you all to himself. You rolled your eyes, used to this act by now. You’d never told him, but it was almost endearing watching a man like him get so antsy over you.

“You can’t always hide me away!” You chided him but didn’t push him away. You preferred his company over any other, and if were to take you home right now, you wouldn’t mind. Steve bit his lips before cutting a glance to the men who were flirting with you earlier, a snarl lodged in his chest.

“No, but I can do this!” His lips crashed on yours, pulling you into a deep kiss that tasted of his power and love. You melted into his touch, arms hooking around his neck to bring him down to your height, tongues tangling together in a sloppy kiss. Steve didn’t let up until you had to finally break to breath, both panting hard.

“What was that for?” You asked, softly touching your lips that tingled.

“To remind everyone that you belong to me!” He said, pulling you closer. You smiled, pressing another kiss on his lips before tucking your head under his neck.

“Of course I belong to you daddy.”

He spent the rest of the party distracted. You’d called him that a lot recently. But why? Did you want him to be a daddy? You'd both decided to never to have children in the early days of getting together. Why then did you call him daddy? And why did it send a thrill down his back? God, he hoped you weren't pregnant.

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The morning after the party, he woke you up with kisses trailing down your neck, soothing the sting of the bites he had placed there last night. As you whimpered, wanting to sleep some more, he pushed a hand under your top to tickle your ribs, smiling as you giggled and squirmed.

“Steve!” You squealed as he reached under your breast. He chuckled before kissing up your exposed tummy, loving the sounds of your laughter as he reached your mouth and pressed deep and slow kisses there.

“Good morning.” He said, nuzzling his nose into you. You sighed in happiness, snuggling into him and breathing in his scent.

“Good morning.”

You stayed that way for a while, him gently rocking you back and forth as you hummed, enjoying the quiet morning together. It was after a few minutes that Steve spoke.

“Why do you call me daddy?”

A sudden shyness came over you and you buried your face deeper into his chest, not speaking. Steve tutted, gently pulling you back and titling your face up to meet his eyes.

"Do you want us to have a kid?" Steve asked and you shook your head.

"No." You said, embarrassed.

"Then why do you call me daddy?"

You looked at him with glittering eyes, cupping his cheek softly that was threatening to develop a scruff if not shaved.

"Because I trust you." You said. "I never have to hide from you, never have to worry. You look after me, you love me unconditionally. You care about me in a way no one has ever before. When you take charge, it makes me feel good. I love it when you guide me in bed. I love it when you step up and look after me. Calling you daddy puts those feelings into words."

Steve couldn't look away from you and your eyes. The love and trust you put in him made him a better person, it made him feel worthy. All he ever wanted in life was to have someone to call his own, to hold them and love them and never let any harm come to them. Looking into your eyes, he knew he had all he wanted. He held you closer and tighter, brushing your lips with his.

"Say it again then, baby."

"Daddy"

[mytheoristavenue]

Okay I wasn’t able to find the rules for the requests so if there’s anything you don’t approve of nor feel comfortable writing please don’t force yourself to. As for the request could you please write a threesome smut with Eddie, Steve, and a black woc reader? Some choking, reader being a switch (definitely dominate as well please), cream pie, Eddie and Steve also doing more than just kissing each other, raw sex, spanking, rough but passionate, spitting in the mouth, maybe even eating reader out after cumming in, and some pet names. Anything you want as well or don’t want! It can be any type of storyline please🥰

This one was a little intimidating, but I was excited for it! I've never done anything like this before, so I hope I did it justice, especially the Eddie and Steve bits, as well as the WOC descriptions! Also, this is the absolute nastiest thing I've ever written, and it got me out of my comfort zone, which I think is super cool!

ST Steve Harrington x WOC!Reader x Eddie Munson - 🍋 Happy Birthday

Warning: Rough sex, unprotected sex, double pentation, dirty talk, praise, degradation, threesome, oral (all receiving), bodily fluid consumption, spitting, cuck holding, anal, MDNI.

Key: (H/L) hair length, (H/T) hair texture (curls/coils/braids ect), (H/C) hair color.

Summary: Your boyfriend, Steve, has one last surprise planned for your birthday.

You sighed, the sensation of Steve's soft lips pleasant against your delicate cocoa skin, his fingers tangled and lost in your (H/L) (H/T). Suddenly, he pulled away, the ring of the door bell of his front entrance apparently taking priority over you on your birthday. "Steve, no..." you whined, reaching out to him as he got up off his bed, walking to the door. He flashed you an award winning smile.

"Trust me, baby, you're gonna love this." he winked, leaving the room to answer the door. You had thought maybe he'd ordered pizza, the pair of you were having a sleep over, after all. Moments later, you heard the door creak open once again, though you didn't look up from the tv that Steve had in his bedroom, you knew who it was, or so you thought.

"What kind of pizza did you get? you asked, laying on your stomach, kicking your feet behind you, playing with a (H/C) lock if hair.

"Oh, I didn't bring any pizza, princess." Your eyes shot open, head snapping to the door to find someone who was very much not your boyfriend standing there. Not, Steve was standing in the hall.

"Eddie?" you asked, puzzled, sitting up on your knees. "What are you doing here?"

He approached you cautiously. "Oh, don't get all uncomfortable by my account," he sat on he bed, kicking off his shoes with a smirk. "After all, you're the birthday girl." Your cheeks blushed as one of Eddie's ringed hands floated over to your face, catching you by the chin and running a callused thumb over your plump and glossed lips. He pulled his hand away, quizzically analyzing the residue on his finger, before turning back to Steve, who was now sitting in a chair across the room, watching. "Did she get all dolled up, or did you start the fun without me?"

You boyfriend shrugged, arms crossed with a wide grin. "Why don't you lick it and find out?" Eddie nodded in agreement, sensually dragging his tongue up his thumb, cleaning the lip gloss from his fingerprint.

"Yum, cherry." he noted, catching your chin again, this time with the intent to shove his thumb between your teeth. "You should try it." You looked to Steve for approval as you felt wetness begin to pool between your thighs.

He nodded with a smile. "Go ahead, baby. This is your present, do whatever you like with him. I just wanna watch."

With that permission given, you shyly looked Eddie over, finding him nodding, agreeing with what the other male had said. "He's write, ya know? I'll do anything you want."

"Anything I want?" you repeated, a devious grin growing on your exotic features.

"Anything." he confirmed, tucking a few lose curls between his ears.

"Take off a few layers." you ordered, testing the waters. Eddie did as you asked, shedding his vest and leather jacket, tossing them to the floor, before halting to see if you were satisfied. You had always liked seeing Eddie without all that excess fabric, and you'd be lying if you denied the fact that his Hellfire shirt clung to his torso in a way that made you want to tear it off him. Despite this, you persisted. "The shirt too." You added, giggling in delight when he pulled it over his head, adding it to the pile he was forming. You nibbled your lip, studying all the ink that decorated his pale skin, following the little pictures down his stomach until your vision got lost in a trail of dark curls that ventured passed his belt.

"What next, princess?" he asked, chuckling a bit, your ogling not lost on him. "You gonna touch me, or just look?" You thought for a moment, so many erotic images flashing in your mind. You wanted to take your time, though. You were going to savor this. You beckoned the metal head with your index finger, leaning on the bed and pulling him on top of you, into a sloppy kiss. You maintained painful eye contact with Steve while you did this, gauging his reaction. And oh, what a reaction it was.

Steve fidgeted in his chair, so unbearably uncomfortable, not for the fact that his friend had his tongue down your throat, or for the fact that you liked it, but for the fact that he was pitifully jealous that he'd left himself out of the fun. He wanted desperately to be in between you both, messily kissing Eddie with you sucked him off. Perhaps on his birthday. Right now was your time, and he'd have to wait, but God, did he want to come play. Steve released a shaky breath, trying so hard to keep his composer, his hands clenching at his jeans as he watched Eddie kiss down your neck, leaving slobber and bruises in his wake. You dramatically moaned out, never breaking eye contact with your boyfriend. Steve was hurting. His crotch peaked in a painful tent, his cock throbbing with need.

"Oh, Eddie!" you shrieked falsely. "I want you to hump me into the bed, baby." you cooed against his animalistic grunting as he gripped your hips, bucking into them roughly. "Oh, fuck yeah, that's the stuff." you encouraged, smirking devilishly at the way Steve's pelvis seemed to rock in time with yours. You could see essence beginning to form on the front of his jeans, even from across the room, and he was no longer succeeding at keeping all of his whining inside him. "Eddie, Why don't you go play with little Steve, I think he's jealous."

For the first time that you'd seen in your life, Eddie was blushing, caught off guard by your ask. "Y-You want me to what?" he asked, hovering over you, uncertainty written on his face.

"Can you go play with him? He looks so cute a desperate." you repeated, batting your lashes at him. He seemed to melt at that, hesitantly crawling off you and making his way over to his friend. He smiled, seeing the stain of pre on Steve's crotch, and the way his brows were knitted together.

"You're right," he said, turning back to you. "He is desperate, 'bout to cum all over himself." Eddie softly carressed Steve's face, adjusting to the situation faster than he thought he would. "What should I do to him, princess?"

"I think he wants a kiss, Eddie." you answered, lying back on the bed, shimmying your pants down your legs. "If you don't mind, I think I'm gonna watch this time."

Eddie bit his lip, intoxicated by the sight of your legs spread out, delicate fingers working you over, exposing flashes of pink muscle, hidden by onyx flesh. His eyes lingered as your free hand wandered upwards, freeing one breast from your shirt, kneading like fresh dough. Feeling as if he had delayed enough, he came to Steve's side, smiling softly and the death grip the man had on his pants to keep himself from touching what he hadn't had permission to.

Eddie gently trailed his ringed hand down Steve's throat, bringing it back up in a tight chokehold, before leaning down and roughly kissing your boyfriend, who choked a bit on his tongue. After a few moments, Eddie pulled away, his thumb hooked into Steve's cheek, hold his jaws ajar, before spitting into his mouth, most of which, missed and landed on his face. Never the less, it was still the most arousing thing you'd ever seen.

You moaned, genuinely this time, rubbing tight circles onto your clit. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, I know you're not trying to cum already?" Eddie laughed. "I did not just kiss Steve fucking Harrington to have you just rub your little pussy and cum within minutes."

You sighed, reluctantly letting your high fall away. "I thought I was in charge here?" you sassed, sitting back up as he approached the bed again.

"Not if that's how it's gonna be." He kissed you again, lips still messy from the previous one he'd had. "That's abuse of power, sweetheart." You grew another devilish smirk, settling on the perfect idea of how you all could play nice together.

"Both of you, strip."

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You sighed out, rocking your hips roughly against Eddie's stubble, his arms wrapped around your thighs for support. Below you, he roughly kissed at your caramel slit, intermitted slithering his tongue into your weeping hole as your rode his face. At his feet lay Steve, entirely naked, just like his partners. One of his hands was clasped lovingly in yours, the other gripping Eddies cock as he sensually sucked at the bell of it, pumping essence into his mouth.

You could feel Eddie groaning into your core, his lusty sounds reverberating into you as he mercilessly fucked you with his tongue. You tried watching you boyfriend go down on him when you could, but mostly ended up to overtaken by what he was doing to you. "Eddie..." you whined into the air, huffing after every syllable. "If you don't stop, I'm gonna c-cum." you warned, your free hand reaching down to grasp a fistful of his curly locks.

"Fucking do it." he replied, his voice muffled by the amount of flesh between his teeth. "Cum all over my pretty face, princess." Unbeknownst to you, Eddie was about to experience his own climax, brought on by sexual experimentation, and were it to come into fruition, it would change the way he experienced erotic pleasure for the rest of his life. "Ah, fuck. Gonna cum." he breathed, though his cries went unheard. "Gonna cum, gonna cum right down your pretty boy throat."

You screamed, unsure of who's name to cling to, you opted for just crying out in pure, unbridled pleasure, riding out your high by grinding your hips against Eddie's face. Simultaneously, the grip on your hips tighten, and the suction on your labia did as well as Eddie tried his damnedest not to bite you, hitting his own orgasm, just seconds after yours. You couldn't help but moan, watching you friend leak into your lovers mouth, taking him by surprise. Steve looked up at both of you, pitifully holding his full cheeks. "Swallow, baby." you said softly, prompting his brows to knit further as hit tried, gagging on the taste, before hanging his mouth open to show that he'd obeyed, drips of pearly fluid rolling down his cheeks.

You and Eddie exchanged a look of pure lewd desire, attacking one another's lips, simply needing to expel some of the arousal you both had collected at the sight of Steve guzzling his cum.

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"Oh my fucking God." you screamed, burying your face into the crook of Steve's neck as he pounded into your pussy, whining in your ear about how much he loved you. Laced the fingers of one of his hands were a few dark curls of Eddie's hair. Eddie himself laid beneath you, supporting all of your weight, his cock balls deep into your ass, fucking your hole with the same ferocity with which he'd eaten you out. The boys both struggled at first to match one another's pace, but that insecurity was now long gone as you screamed for them from your position in their double sided mating press.

You failed to come up with coherent speech as the two fed your conflicting sentiments from either side of you. Steve would occasionally whisper the sweetest things he could think of into your ear, between pleasured cries. "God, baby, you're doing so good, taking us both at the same time. H-Happy birthday, my special little girl."

At the same time, Eddie was doing everything he could to make you feel like the dirtiest person on earth, insulting and degrading you. His comments came significantly more often than Steve's but, fuck did the add to your fire. "Shit, you like that, you little slut? You like taking my fat cock up your little ass? God, you're such a dirty fucking attention whore, wanting two men like this."

You'd long since had your second coming, now waiting for your third to build up as you struggled to form a single thought in your dick dumb head. You had become almost entirely numb from the overstimulation, but beyond all odds, you felt that familiar knot begin to tangle in your stomach. You clung to Steve as he and Eddie both clung to you, all of you a big ball of sex, screaming for each other with more desire and need than there should ever be in one room.

Steve was the first to cum, his climax crashing on him the hardest, he sexual frustration having been built over this whole ordeal with not one release yet. The sensation of his cream filling up and dripping out of your soaked sex sent your over the edge, screaming an amalgamation of both of their names, and whatever other nonsense words you could think up. Lastly, the clenching and spasming of your orgasm did Eddie in, your asshole squeezing everything had he had out until he had given you every drop. He let loose a string of cruses on your name as he came, letting go of your hair, which he hadn't remembered tangling his fingers into.

As you tried to recollect yourself, Steve lifted your head up, he and Eddie both rearranging themselves to hover over your face. You silently agreed, sucking them clean, on after the other. Eddie rubbed his cock against your cheek and over your closed eyes as he waited for his turn. You giggled at him, letting Steve's flop out of your mouth, in favor of Eddie's.

Once the boys were clean, it was your turn. Eddie maintained eye contact with you as he sank down by your boyfriend's side, to once again bury himself in between your chocolate thighs. You sighed, laying your head back as the pair gently kissed your love, their tongues intertwining with one another's, swirling the extract of all of you back and forth between them.

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Now cleaned, hydrated, and all fucked out, you snuggled up to Steve, pulling the duvet of his bed over your nude shoulder as you sighed with content. From behind you, Eddie wrapped himself around you live a vine, his face nuzzled into your hair, getting himself high on your scent. As the three of you slowly drifted off, you silently wondered if this would become the new normal for you. A part of you hoped it wouldn't, having liked the friendship that your and Eddie shared, but the other part secretly wished that it'd be ruined forever. You had grown pretty keen on this whole situation. That aside, one thing was for certain:

"Best birthday ever."

This was the dirties work I've ever published. Please like, share, and comment. 😊

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Leona Kingscholar Birthday Boy Voice Lines

When Summoned: You came to celebrate, huh... Then can you do your very best to keep me from getting bored?

Summon Line: You have my utmost gratitude for such a splendid celebration. ...There, I thanked you. I'm not saying it again.

Groooovy!!: You want to make me happy? Hahah! What fine intentions coming from a herbivore. I'm looking forward to it.

Home Set: Humph, this is a silly outfit.

Home Idle 1: Vargas threw his arm around my shoulder and even started singing a birthday song... Dammit, to think I'd be stuck listening until the very end...

Home Idle 2: This oversized hunk of meat? Jack brought it over just a little while ago. That guy really knows what I like.

Home Idle 3: Tch, something stinks... It's definitely because of all the party poppers that were set off earlier.

Home Idle - Login: Compared to the parties back home, this is pretty meager, but... The ones here are better since they're much more easygoing.

Home Idle - Groovy: Seriously, you and all the others are just taking advantage of another person's birthday to fool around like idiots... Are you that happy?

Home Tap 1: Lilia brought a dish that was as hard as a rock. What was that? Was it spite?

Home Tap 2: Other countries might have crowns with motifs that represent their king, but in Sunset Savannah, the lion is the symbol of the king. Kinda like this.

Home Tap 3: A bunch of the dorm students said that they wanted to have a match with me with something I like to do, so they kept challenging me to chess... Even though they don't even know the rules that well.

Home Tap 4: The portrait that Rook sent of me... It's not terribly made but, when I think about how he was constantly observing me, I feel uneasy.

Home Tap 5: Sneaking up behind me like that, were you attempting to surprise me? Aah, my bad. I'll pretend I didn't notice, so go on, continue.

Home Tap - Groovy: You're just going to carry drinks around and not even toast with me? Hey, bring a glass for yourself too.

Duo: [LEONA]: It’s commendable that you came to celebrate me, Deuce. [DEUCE]: Congratulations, Kingscholar-senpai!

Birthday Login Message: My birthday isn’t anything special. It’s just the day I was born. …Well if you’re really saying you want to celebrate it, I won’t forcibly stop you? Presents are always welcome.

Requested by Anonymous.

[twisted-interactions]

MALLEUS! I'm glad I found you! I wanted to give you an invitation to my birthday! I'd absolutely love for you to come! I have to work during the day so we'd be hanging out in the evening. I was thinking of having cake, junk food, and watching movies! Would you like to join me? And of course you can bring Lillia, Silver, and Sebek if they want to come too.

𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓾𝓼 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓪:

As usual, the crown prince of the Valley of Thorns was wandering around aimlessly, enjoying the peace and quietness he gained from this intentional solitude.

There was no nagging from Lilia, no worried and overly worried Silver and no loud Sebek bickering with poor Silver.

All he needed was space, freedom and time to himself to clear his head from whatever it was that stressed him out or irritated him, find inner peace and reach a fully relaxed, almost enlightened state.

It was comforting, even though it never lasted for too long.

But for now his gaze was lingering on whatever gargoyles he could spot on his goalless stroll, taking in their features, admiring the fine craftmansship of the person who created the ornaments and pondering about how much it must have seen throughout the time since it has been erected.

That was until he could hear someone call out for him.

Malleus stilled and turned to see you approach him with clear excitement and glee on your face.

His sharp eyes could spot you holding something in your hand, an envelope if he wasn't wrong.

Usually he wouldn't have cared too much about the matters of humans.

That was if they bored him.

You on the other hand were one of the very few and rare specimen to pique his interest, managed to amuse and surprise him repeatedly.

Indeed, the fae enjoyed your presence, deeming it enriching and educating.

"Good day, child of man. No need to be in such a hurry, I have no intentions on fleeing from you upon sight."

If it would have been any of his self-proclaimed bodyguards or Lilia, Malleus would have vanished into thin air within the blink of an eye but… you posed no danger, weren't any threat and most importantly, you treated him as an equal, despite the inequality of your social standings.

This was again proven to him by the fact that you seemed to have actively seeked him out to hand-deliver to him an invitation to join you in birthday activities.

Now, birthdays weren't as special to fae as they were to humans but Malleus did also know that the human lifespan was nothing but mere a fragment of the lifespan to his kind.

Considering that he wouldn't need to put an immediate end to his peaceful strolling, Malleus would have plenty of time to come up with a present worthy of the friendship of yours which Malleus so dearly treasured.

He graciously received the letter of invitation, glanced at it from all sides before pocketing it, making sure he wouldn't lose it.

"I shall join you for the festivities later and wish you a very happy birthday. May this day be smiled upon and blessed by the Holy Seven and bring you nothing but joy."

[allthingsarmin]

Hello, can i please request an armin x reader but it’s a modern au where armin is a nerd and the reader is popular, feel free to ignore if you don’t like the idea :)

Thank you for your request, anon! I really hope you like it, and I can always rewrite it if it’s not the way you imagined. Also, sorry it is a little long - I think I got carried away with this prompt haha.

The beginning might be a little angsty, but the ending is cute ^_^

GN!Reader

Warnings: one cuss word, mentions of self-doubt, kissing

Word Count: 2,346

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Things change - sometimes for the better - like how Armin finally cut his bob-length hair and now has a handsome undercut that suits his jawline and like how you are finally growing taller since it seemed like forever that Armin was the taller one.

Things change - sometimes for the worse - like how you and Armin used to be so close in grade school, but now in college, your relationship is made up of awkward smiles in the hallways, small waves when passing each other in the library, and unfinished conversations on SnapChat.

Things fade - relationships come to an end, people move on, and that’s just life. Look at you now, from a quiet person to a popular student known for your humorous remarks, angelic facial features, a delightful sense of style, and your beautifully color-coded notes. You capture hearts with your smile, and you never fail to make anyone laugh with your stupidly funny puns and nonsense. To put it simply, Armin is a bit different - well, you could say nerdy. Quiet, polite, and has as much passion for the world as he does intelligence. Always heavily invested in school and studying as you could almost always find his nose in between the pages of a book or study guide. Poor Armin - not known for his sweet personality or his above average intelligence. Definitely not known for his sense of style but always comes to class dressed in a rather dashing blazer and keeps a couple Kleenex tissues in his left pocket. Armin barely has any friends, - if any - but he always makes sure to hold the door open for strangers, smile at teachers when entering the classroom, and send you a “Happy Birthday!” text every year.

Some things don’t fade - like Armin’s feelings for you even after you two grew apart and he was forced to watch you from the sidelines. How could he not be so deeply in love with you? When you two were close, you coddled up with each other and read books about the ocean, learning about sharks and so naively believing in the theory of Atlantis. You stayed over at each other’s houses and studied together as well as comforted each other if one of you didn’t do as well as you expected on a test. You used to braid his long blond locks as he told you stories about his grandfather. During the summers, you would use chalk to draw a picture of you two on the blistering sidewalks outside his house, and he would give you handmade bookmarks as a present. Even though you two have grown apart, he is still in love with you, watching you laugh from far away. The way your eyes squint out of happiness and the sound of your hearty laughter makes his body heat up and his cheeks rosy. The way you sometimes send him “Good luck!” texts for when there’s a big test in a class you both are taking makes him smile with teary eyes since it seems that you have in fact not forgotten about him and his intense anxiety when it comes to test-taking. The way you ran up to Armin and gripped his arm when you unexpectedly saw him in the campus coffee shop that one time sent a euphoric tingle throughout his body that made him forget how to breathe properly. How could he not love you when you were always there for him, when you remembered every personal detail he told you during late-night childhood sleepovers, when you tried your best to make him love himself? Armin wants so badly to tell you how important you are to him, how he wants to protect you from everything bad in the world, how he wants to wrap his arms around you and listen to your heartbeat… you are just so hard to reach. He is a nerd, a loser, and you are so popular, surrounded by endless amounts of friends… he’s sure your contacts are completely full and DMs flooding with people who are interested in you and are a lot better than him. What was the point in even trying?

Luckily for Armin, you feel the same way. To be honest with yourself, your stupid jokes, loud laughter, and wide smiles were really just a cover-up for how deeply sad you are. No matter how many friends you have or instant messages you receive from strangers online, you feel incredibly alone because none of them are him. Popularity doesn't matter to you anymore - you just miss your best friend so terribly. You missed walking on the beach together, splashing each other with the salty waves, making study-flashcards together, and being able to touch his beautiful blond hair whenever you wanted. Armin’s birthday is coming up, and you want to make your move and do something big for him that would let him know how special he is to you. This time, it wouldn’t involve loads of friends or a loud party with that overly social and fake personality of yours.

You text Armin: “Hey Armin! We haven’t talked in awhile, but your birthday is this Saturday, and I would like to meet up with you. Are you free to go to the beach on Saturday? I want to give you a present, and I just want to catch up with you. I miss my friend!”

Armin read the text with relief. Even if he couldn’t have you the way he wanted, he still wanted more than anything to reconnect with his old friend. “It’s good to hear from you, y/n! I have no plans for Saturday, so of course we can meet up… around 7pm if that’s okay. I want to watch the sunset! And I miss you too…”

Saturday:

It is November, which means it’s cold. At the beach in November? Even colder, so you make sure to dress warmly.

It is 6:59pm, and you trudge through the moist sand, the harsh wind bearing itself against your face making the tip of your nose turn a bright pink as you grip your hoodie close to your body. In the distance, you see Armin sitting on the sand, shoes off and wearing a dark green sweatshirt with a black beanie. Sitting next to him was his backpack - of course he was the type to bring his school work with him while you always brought your violently vibrating phone with you everywhere.

You release a tired breath as you sit next to him in the sand, setting the bag of presents down beside you and keeping your cold hands in your hoodie pocket. A big smile is on your face as you ask him: “Aren’t you cold, Armin? Why don’t you have your shoes on?!” Armin laughs as he turns his face toward you. At this point, you can see how red his cheeks really are, and this is really the first time you’ve noticed how handsome he actually is. The softness of his blond eyelashes beautifully contrast with the sharpness of his jawline. His smile is soft, and his deep blue eyes pierce into yours. “Hahaha, I don’t know. I just haven’t been to the beach in a long time…” he trails off. “It’s ‘cuz you’re so popular now that you don’t have time to hang out with me,” he states in a playfully butt-hurt tone though you can sense that he is indeed a little upset about it. The waves hitting the shore fill the awkward silence between you two. “I know,” you softly say, “but I think about you all the time. I miss you, and I hope we can be close friends again,” you confess. Armin feels his heart flutter when you say that you miss him. He wants to tell you he loves you and wants to reassure you that he’d always be there for you, but instead he pats you on the back. “It’s okay! I was just joking,” he awkwardly laughs. “Of course we are friends, and I hope we can be even closer too.”

He glances to your side. “What’s in the bag?” he inquires. “Oh!” you exclaim, seemingly as if you forgot about it. You rush to give him the bag and shove it into his arms. “It’s just some stuff I got you for your birthday.”

He rummages through it, going through the endless amount of tissue paper on the top. He pulls out a light blue sweater first.

“It’s almost winter, so I figured I’d give you something warm. I think this color…” you pause and hesitantly reach up to adjust his beautiful blond bangs, “... would look good on you.”

You both make eye contact for a second and quickly look away from each other. “Haha, it’s beautiful, y/n. Thank you!” You are just about to say ‘no problem’ before he is quickly taking off his green sweatshirt and replacing it with the light blue one, his very toned abs peeking through the plain white t-shirt he had on underneath the sweatshirt. You feel your cheeks grow warm and instantly look away. Armin notices and chuckles to himself. He would honestly never mind if you wanted to look at them or even touch them.

“Now, onto the second one,” you say, trying to change the subject. Armin pulls out two matching, homemade bracelets that feature a seashell on both of them. He looks at them silently and intently.

“I made matching bracelets!” you say proudly. “They’re like friendship bracelets, so we both have to wear them all the time! You aren’t allowed to take it off!” you joke.

“They’re so pretty, y/n,” he whispers as he stares at the shells, a sparkle in his eyes. He immediately puts it on and gently takes your wrist to put yours on.

“There,” he says contently, carefully placing your wrist in your lap.

You two sit silently next to each other, shoulders brushing against one another and watching the waves as the sun casts a dull orange and purple glow across the sky. The sounds of waves crashing against the shore and the squawking birds in the sky cancel out the noises of Armin softly crying.

Once you notice, you quickly snap your head around. “Armin, are you okay?” you ask, extremely worried.

“Thank you for the presents, y/n,” he sniffles. “You have always done stuff like this for me,” Armin continues as he gets flashbacks of you two running across the beach and gawking at beautiful seashells, telling jokes to each other in grade school when it was supposed to be reading time, and making funny drawings of each other. “I’ve never told you thank you - for being there for me and comforting me all those times, and just letting me be myself. It’s been such a long time since we’ve done anything together. I miss making you laugh, and I miss going to the library with you and asking you about your day.”

At this point, you feel like crying too because you feel the exact same. You spent so much of your life wanting to fit in, and you finally became popular but at what cost? You nearly forgot about the most important person to you, the one person that actually cares about you.

“I love you,” Armin suddenly blurts out, a tear running down his face. “I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine,” he says so quietly that it’s borderline pathetic. You swear your heart stopped when he said that. You feel a burning sensation all along your body as you forget about the cold air hitting your face, and you feel your breathing stop. The uncertainty you felt that kept you awake every night about whether Armin thought of you the same, all the self-doubt, all the guilt about leaving your friend behind, had been erased in an instant.

The silence between you two is unbearably awkward, and with confidence you seemingly pull out of nowhere, you throw yourself onto Armin’s lips, your arms enclosing his broad shoulders, and both of you falling sideways into the wet sand. Armin, at first shocked, passionately kisses back and links onto your soft lips. The tips of your noses are cold, but you both eventually succumb to each other's warmth. You both pull away to catch some breath. Armin gently wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him as you bury your head in the crook of his neck. Even after all this time, he still smells the same - vanilla and cedarwood. “I love you too,” you softly say. Noticing that you both are practically wallowing in the sand by now, you apologize. “Also, sorry I ruined your new sweatshirt. There’s sand all over it,” you laugh.

“Oh, it’s okay,” he reassures, shyly placing a kiss on your forehead. “Want to watch the sunset with me?” You nod your head enthusiastically, a smile you couldn’t help leave your lips.

“Oh, fuck,” you quitely exclaim.

“What’s wrong?” Armin asks in a concerned tone.

“I forgot I have an essay due at 11:59 tonight.”

Armin busts out laughing - a sound you wouldn’t mind hearing for the rest of your life even though he’s laughing at your poor planning.

“When the sun finally sets, we can go back to my dorm, and I can help you with it if that’s alright with you,” he politely offers.

“Sure!” you happily reply.

You both sit up and face the horizon. The sun was almost gone, and the sky was a heavenly pink color while the sea began to look indigo. Your hands were linked with Armin’s, and for the first time in a long time, you felt warm despite the air getting cooler.

Getting ready to go to Armin’s dorm, he grabs his backpack and his dark green sweatshirt. You get up and check your phone, not at all caring that you have nearly fifty missed text messages and missed calls asking why you didn’t come to the weekly campus party.

You finally have all that you need.

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I really hoped you liked it! Requests are open ~ I have another request that will be posted soon.