#and then be too anxious for the rest of the day for any social interaction

[concernedbrownbread]

I just cried at an email is this the adult experience

[alessiasfreckles]

Fitting In

alessia russo x reader with social anxiety

You've been with the team for a few months, but your anxiety is making it hard to find your place. When you spend lunch hiding out in your car one day, Lessi comes to find you.

A/N: this is my first woso fic, i hope you like it! i'm planning on writing a part two with real fluff, maybe taking place a month or two later. also this is basically just a self insert fic but i figured maybe someone else could relate to it, so this is for all my other girlies with social anxiety and adhd out there

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When you joined the team a few months ago, you weren’t sure how you would fit in. And now, 3 months later, you still weren’t sure.

You had a tendency to over analyse social interactions, situations, anything really, and you knew it didn’t help your social anxiety but there was no way to shut off the constant noise in your brain. At least, not until you met her. Alessia Russo. One of Arsenal’s, and England’s, star strikers. The way she moved on the pitch was like magic, and you swore you could see glitter in the air when she laughed. The crush you had on her grew by the minute. You wanted to at least be friends with her so badly, but you just didn’t know how. 

You still didn’t really have any close friends on the team. Yeah, everyone was friendly, but there were clearly established friend groups, and you didn’t know how to find your place in any of them. When you first joined you would be invited out with everyone, or invited to people’s places for movie nights, that sort of thing. But a lot of the time you felt out of place, so worried about what to say and how you were coming across that the whole situation ended up making you more anxious than if you hadn’t gone in the first place. When you did come out of your shell and say something, you’d spend the rest of the evening thinking about what you said, if it made sense, how you said it, what you should have said instead. 

It was exhausting.

Your sleep schedule was awful, most nights you couldn’t get to sleep until 3am. You’d be lying in bed, desperately trying to sleep but your brain not letting you. You’d wake up feeling groggy, but you didn’t want to let anyone see how badly it was affecting you, so you put on a brave face in front of your teammates. Most days, as soon as training was over, you’d go straight home. You were too tired to do anything other than be alone. 

One day, at lunch, you couldn’t face the thought of trying to figure out where to sit, the overstimulation from everyone talking, the noises and smells, so you decided to sit in your car, alone. You figured that no one would miss you anyway, everyone seemed to have figured out that you were a bit of a loner by now, and they mostly left you alone. 

“Something’s up with y/n, right? It’s not just me?” Leah asked Beth at lunch the next day, scanning the lunch room as she tried to find your face.

“Yeah, but I don’t know what,” Beth shrugged, frowning. “I want to help her, but-”

“Have you guys seen y/n?” Alessia interrupted, coming up from behind them. “She’s not here.”

Leah and Beth both shook their heads. “Maybe she’s in the gym, or on the training field?”. It wasn’t unusual for players to spend their breaks hanging out in other areas, and Alessia nodded.

“I think I’ll go see if I can find her,” she said, and Leah nodded. 

“That’s a good idea, Less. Maybe you can figure out what’s wrong.”

Alessia peeked into the gym, but it was empty. She thought maybe you were walking laps, so she checked the training field, but you weren’t there either. Now she was starting to worry. The two of you hadn’t talked much, but she always listened to what you had to say, and got the feeling that there was a lot more to you than you let on. Deciding to check the car park to see if your car was still there, her face brightened as she found it. When she realised you were sitting inside it, her brow furrowed in confusion. 

You look up from your lunch to see Alessia stood a few metres away from the car, looking at you with a small frown on her face. Is she upset with you? Your eyes meet, and you freeze for a second before raising a hand to wave awkwardly. Her frown clears, and she comes over to the passenger door. 

Knocking on the window and opening the door, she leant down. “Can I come in?” she asked, smiling sheepishly. 

“Uh, yeah, sure!” you reply, sitting up a little straighter, mind racing. Why is she here? What does she want from you? 

“So, um, what are you doing out here?” she asks gently, glancing down at the lunch on your lap.

“Oh, um, sometimes it’s just a lot, you know? Everyone talking and all of the noise. And I never really know where to sit,” you trail off, laughing awkwardly, inwardly cringing at yourself for saying that. 

“I get that. Sometimes some of the girls can be so loud! Like, Katie, didn’t you ever learn what an inside voice is?” she laughs gently, and you smile. “And you know you can sit wherever you want, right? None of us are going to bite you.”

“Haha, yeah, I know, I just…” you shrug, face burning.

Alessia turns to look at you, worry lining her face. “Y/n, is something going on? Has anyone made you feel unwelcome here, or anything?”

“No, everyone’s been so nice, I promise, no one’s done anything,” you start rambling, anxiety rising in your chest as hot tears start to well up in your eyes. You bury your face in your hands. “I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing.”

Suddenly you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, pulling you in to a tight hug. You stiffened to the touch but Alessia’s arms held you gently, and slowly you relaxed into it. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she murmurs, and you feel your breath returning to normal.

After a minute she lets you go and you let out a shaky laugh. “I’m sorry,” you sighed, wiping your eyes.

“Y/n, you don’t need to apologise, it’s okay, I promise,” she says, big blue eyes full of sincerity. “Can you tell me what’s going on?”

You shrug, not knowing what to say. “There isn’t really anything going on, that’s the problem. I just, my brain is just, I feel like everyone else got like, a manual telling them how to exist and how to talk to people and how to have friends, and I didn’t get the manual. You didn’t get a manual, right?” you ask, looking at her with a wry smile.

She smiles apologetically. “Nope, no manual.”

“Well, it was worth asking,” you laugh. “Things just seem to be really hard for me when everyone else finds them easy, you know? And I’m just so tired all the time, but I don’t know why, I barely do anything, I’m so lazy.”

She frowns at that. “You’re not lazy, y/n. Do you get enough sleep?”

You laugh at that. “Oh no, definitely not. Most nights I don’t get to sleep until like, 3am, sometimes 4am.”

“What, why?” she asks in shock. 

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “I just can’t sleep a lot of the time. I try to, I lie in bed with my eyes closed, but there’s just too much going on in my head, it feels like my brain is actively working against me.”

“It’s no wonder you’re so tired then!” she admonishes you gently, and the look she gives you makes you fall for her a little more. 

“I’ve always had trouble sleeping,” you explain. “Ever since I was little. And I’ve always found social situations hard, too.”

“I’ve always hated meeting new people,” the blonde admits, tucking her hair behind her ear. 

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s gotten a little bit easier, I think, especially after the Euros, I had to do so many interviews and media things, it helped kind of desensitise me to it, but I still don’t like it.”

“Huh,” you say quietly. You never would have guessed that she felt that way. “You always seem so confident.”

“All just a part of my effortlessly cool persona,” she grins, winking at you. You laugh, and she gives you a look of fake hurt. “What, you don’t think I’m effortlessly cool?”

Smiling, you tilt your head. “As long as you believe you’re effortlessly cool, that’s all that counts.” you tease. 

Suddenly, Alessia’s phone buzzes. “Oh, we should probably head back in. The others will be glad to see you, they were worried when you weren’t there at lunch.”

“Really?” you ask, surprise clear in your voice, but it quickly turns to worry. “Oh no, am I not meant to leave during lunch? I’m sorry, I just thought-”

“Woah, hey, relax!” she puts a hand on your arm. “Y/n, you’re allowed to do what you want during lunch. The others were just worried about you because you’re a part of the team. Our team. That makes you a part of our family.” 

You smile sheepishly. 

“Now come on, let’s get going. I don’t fancy giving Jonas an excuse to make us run extra laps, do you?”

[chaoticharrington]

Chapter Two: The Ticket and Your Shitty Car

***THERE WILL BE LOTS SMUT 18+ CONTENT EVENTUALLY SO MINORS THIS IS NOT A SPACE FOR YOU, MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED,IF YOU DONT HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO I WILL LIKELY ASSUME YOU'RE A MINOR AND BLOCK. DM/ASK FOR ANY QUESTIONS THANKS!<3***

Pairing: Professor! Steve Harrington x Best Friends Dad! Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lots of angst (sorry folks), mentions of anxiety and bullying, cigarette smoking, Eddie and Steve being sexy, kissing 👀, Reader is in their mid 20s and Steve and Eddie are in their early to mid 40s. Lemme know if i've missed anything.

Summary: After a few weeks of getting closer to Eddie and Steve feelings bubble to the surface

Authors Note: I'm so excited for this chapter and the rest of the series i've been having so much fun writing this! I've never written angst before so i'm interested in the response it'll get! And I pinky promise ya'll are getting smut in the next chapter 😈 7k words

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A couple days had gone by since your first interactions with the two men that have been plaguing both your waking thoughts and your dreams. You’ve woken up more than once this week from your body buzzing and your panties soaked through. Lips on skin, rough hands on your hips, deep voices whispering in your ear. Groaning yourself fully awake and grabbing your vibrator to finish the job, that isn’t nearly as good as whatever was happening in your dreams.

Because of these dreams it made it impossible to look at Steve during class, only looking when you absolutely had to. Avoiding Mr. Munson was a bit easier, he either wasn’t home much when you were with Violet, or he was in the garage. You convinced yourself that you would just eventually get over your little crushes, and if you just avoided them long enough then things would go back to normal, and you’d have your sanity back.

But things didn’t quite work out that way. After you had gotten your ticket on the first day, you decided you would just pay it off yourself, to avoid another possibly embarrassing interaction with Steve. You had your parking pass now so you wouldn’t get another ticket. But you had a busy week with assignments and kept forgetting to take care of it. By the end of the week, you had completely forgotten about it, until Fridays sociology class. It was a normal class; Steve was talking about the theoretical approach to sociology. At the end of class, you were supposed to hand in your paper on Social Darwinism, you had spent many late nights making sure that this paper specifically was perfect. The problem was that when you were meant to hand it in at the end of class, you couldn’t find it, and you were starting to panic. Almost all the other students had left or were in the process of handing in their papers and you were left anxiously digging through your bookbag.

“Oh, how the tables turn, need some help there?”

You freeze, looking up from the familiar black converse that you could see next to your bookbag. Your anxious eyes are met with playful honey brown ones, that make you relax slightly.

“Sorry no I’m good I know it’s in here somewhere,” you reply a little anxious. You didn’t want your professor to think that this was any reflection of you as a student or your work ethic.

Steve watches you dig through your bag for another few seconds when you finally find it, in a folder you don’t remember putting it in. When you get the folder out of your bookbag, the ticket sitting at the bottom of your bag falls out onto the floor right at Steves feet. You’re too busy to notice, trying to make sure all of the pages of your paper are in order, and you have all your sources. When you finally look up from the papers in front of you, you see Steve holding the ticket that you got on the first day of school.

You panic and look up and into his eyes, he doesn’t look mad, but he looks confused. “I thought I told you I’d fix this for you if you ever got a ticket. Why didn’t you tell me?” he said.

“I- I didn’t want to bother with you something so silly, I was going to pay it, but with a bunch of papers due, I just forgot I’m sorry,” you blurt out.

Steve raises his hand to silence your apologies casually, and you’re ready for him to yell at you or at the very least be disappointed in you.

Shit, why did you not just pay it the day you got it?

“It’s not your fault honey, there’s no need for you to apologize, okay?” he says warmly. Your shoulders relax a bit more, his voice giving you reassurance.

“I swear I really did mean to pay it, I just didn’t want to bother you,” you confess.

Steves eyes soften. “Y/N you are never a bother, plus it's my fault for being the worst teacher in history and not giving you a parking pass.” He jokes.

“Steve you’re one of my favorite teachers, nowhere near my list of worst teachers.” You reveal.

He smiles widely and raises his eyebrow; you swear you can feel your insides thaw. With the playful look on his face, he almost seems younger, you could only imagine how attractive he was when he was younger, even just a glimpse is enough to make your stomach do flips.

“Oh so there IS list? Well, I demand to know where I am on your favorite teachers list, maybe it’ll give me motivation to try harder in class.” He winks at you in retort. You swear you could cum in your pants right now, how dare he be so beautiful and perfect, and funny.

You think hard for a second, you can’t put him first you think his ego probably couldn’t handle it, also it would just bring you more embarrassment. But he very easily is your favorite teacher, he makes jokes during class, makes sure his lectures are easy to understand and enjoyable, and seems to genuinely care about all his students, it’s very hard to rank any teacher above him.

“I hope your ego can handle it Steve, but you’re second.” you gush.

“You wound me, SECOND? That’s basically failure I demand to know who could possibly rank higher than me?” he jokingly stands up straighter, adjusts his tie, and holds his hand to his heart.

Damn, you hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“Uh, Professor Buckley, my Gender Studies Professor, I love her class,” you confess.

Steves eyes couldn’t roll farther back into his head even if he tried, you almost worried that they’d get stuck.

“You’re telling me, my best friend has already won you over? I’ve sat in on some of her classes and there is no way that Robin is funnier than I am!” he exclaimed as he puts his hands on his hips.

“You know Professor Buckley.. er Robin? Also, you definitely top her in the funny department, how did I know you wouldn’t be satisfied with second.” you retort easily. You could get used to this, the casual flirting, smiling with your professor, it felt easier than breathing. Once you got over the fact that he was one of the most handsome men that you’ve ever seen in your whole life.

“Know her? She’s been my best friend since high school, and a major pain in my ass. Second place is basically losing, everyone knows that babe.” The pet name slipped off his tongue so effortlessly.

Your eyes must have gone wide because Steve looks slightly embarrassed and rubs the back of his neck.

Babe babe babe babe babe babe babe HE CALLED YOU BABE

“Well then I guess you gotta step it up Professor.” you reply, trying to ease the tension in the room.

He smiles at you gratefully, “yeah I guess so,” he chuckles.

“Anyways I don’t want to keep you again for the second time this week, I’ll see you in class on Monday Steve.” you say as you go to stand up and walk past him. You’re about halfway to the door before you hear him call out.

“Hey, wait up, uh why don’t you come with me to my office so I can get that parking ticket taken care of for you,” he explains.

“You sure? I don’t want to make you late for your next class.”

“I’m the one who got you into this mess, please let me help you fix it?” he asks gently.

“Lead the way professor,”you answer playfully.

He smiles that flashy Steve Harrington smile and shows you the way towards his office.

“It’s just down this hallway,” he shares.

Then you feel him put his hand at the small of your back guiding you into a room on the righthand side, his touch lights your body on fire. It takes everything in you not to lean into his touch. You can smell his cologne, now that you’re so close to him. It’s a fairly clean scent with hints of musk and spice at the end, a more modern scent then you expected from a man his age. It only makes you want him more, to lean in closer and smell his scent mixed with the cologne.

You’re snapped out of your daze when Steve picks up the phone receiver and punches in a phone number. His fingers almost covered the buttons on the phone, and it made your legs squeeze together, thinking back to the multiple dreams you had about those specific fingers all over you. Steve looks up at you smiling lightly, surely just trying to fill the silence that filled the room. You hoped he hadn’t magically learned how to read minds in the short walk from his classroom to his office or you’d be toast.

His office wasn’t anything glamorous, it was an average size, with a nice desk and comfy looking chair, and big window with a view that overlooked the campus. The only thing making it uniquely his are the loads of pictures of him and Professor Buckley, and a few other guys and girls that looked around his age or maybe a bit younger. Documenting various birthdays, weddings, and get togethers.

While Steve is on the phone you take a moment to look at them, you see a picture of Steve being Professor Buckleys best man in her wedding to a pretty woman with dark brown hair and blue eyes. They all looked so happy, it made you smile, it looked like a really special day. Also noting that there are no wedding photos of him or pictures of him with a girlfriend, making your heart internally soar.

When you finally tear your eyes away from the photos, you hear the end of a conversation Steve is having with someone on the phone.

“Thanks again Reg, I promise it won’t happen again. Yeah, you too, take care. Say hi to the wife and kids for me," he said.

He puts down the receiver and looks at where you’re standing, and gestures to the photo you’re looking at.

“Yeah, Robins wedding! It was a really great day,” he reminisces. He goes onto explain that Robin ended up marrying his ex from High School, Nancy Wheeler. You smile and nod along to the anecdotes he talks about that day, trying to absorb everything he tells you about his life like a sponge.

“And by the end of the night Lucas and Max lead everyone in a impromptu sing-a-long to Never Ending Story, It was hilarious,” He says. You could combust, you can see just how clearly he loves his friends and how much they mean to him. He shakes his head and smiles wide at the memory, his smile being infectious, you smile back at him.

“Sounds like really good time Steve,” you reply.

“Yeah, it was, it really was.” he shares, he seems a little lost in thought for a moment before smiling up at you. “Sorry I don’t mean to bore you with my stories of the old days, I don’t get to gush about the people I love very often, so its nice to have someone listen," He confessed.

Your heart melts, he’s such a sweetheart. “No no please, I enjoy hearing them, makes you more a person than just my teacher. Plus, maybe at some point you’ll slip up and tell me something embarrassing about yourself. Then you’re done for Harrington,” you jab.

     He raises his eyebrows at you and looks impressed. “That’ll never happen, I’ve never done anything embarrassing in my life ever,” he states sarcastically.

     “Well, I’ll just have to ask Professor Buckley, my favorite teacher, about it won’t I?” you interject.

     His face goes from his handsome boyish grin to fake terror in a split second, “I will give you whatever grade you want in my class if you don’t do that, she’d go on for hours, might even keep you after class just to rub it in my face.”  

     You could tell that there was some truth to his words, and you know your gender studies professor well enough to know that she really would just rip him a new one. You giggle back at him, unable to keep it in.

“She really would tear you to shreds, wouldn’t she?” you cackle. His face softens, “Yes she’s evil, just awaiting my downfall I swear!” he smiles softly at you.

You both look at each other a bit longer before Steve clears his throat. “Anyways um, I talked to the guy in campus security and you’re good to go, you don’t have to pay the ticket,” He spoke.

You had honestly completely forgotten that was the reason you were even in his office; his demeanor makes you feel at home in your own skin and were just happy to not have anxious thoughts rolling around inside of your head.

“Oh, right yeah, thank you so much, you really didn’t need to go through all this trouble for me,” you said.

“No trouble at all, really. I should probably get going though, my next class starts soon.” he explained looking at the very expensive looking watch on his wrist.

You try your best not to show your disappointment, wishing to stay in this little bubble with him a bit longer.

“Of course, yeah. Thank you again Steve,” you respond.

He leads you back out the door with his hand on your back again, maybe this time a bit firmer than the last, and you weren’t complaining. You both wave your goodbyes for the weekend before you head out to the parking lot, and he heads towards his next class.

You were relieved to be going home, this first week of school has tested you mentally and emotionally and you were ready for a little break. You hop in your car, and twist your key in the ignition, but to your surprise, instead of your car roaring to life like it usually does. It just stalled, unable to start. You try the ignition a few more times before you rest your head on your steering wheel.

Just your fucking luck

You take your phone out of your jean pocket and call Violet to see if she knows any good mechanics in the area. But you only get her voicemail. “Come on Vi,”you mutter to yourself, trying her cell again and again. Only to get her voicemail each and every time. You couldn’t very well leave your car in the parking lot overnight, then you’d surely get another ticket. But what other option did you have?

You make the decision to call Violet’s home phone, thinking maybe she’s too engrossed in a TV show or something to see her phone going off. It rings a few times before someone picks up.

“Munson residence.” a deep familiar voice answers the phone.

Shit

“Hi Mr. Munson, is Vi there?” you reply.

“Nah she left about an hour or two ago to head to work, everything okay?” he asks a slight concern in his voice.

“Oh uh yeah, my- my car just isn’t starting and I don’t know any mechanics in the area who could come and take a look at it,” you respond anxiously

You hear what you assume is him blowing out some smoke from his mouth, you shake your head trying to stay on track.

“Any mechanic out here is gonna charge you an arm an a leg to come look at your car right before the weekend, let me come and take a look at it myself,” he suggests.

Your body runs cold, you couldn’t deal with another interaction with BOTH of them in the same day again, you’d burst into flames.

“Oh gods no that’s really okay Mr. Munson. I’ll just leave my car here overnight its no big deal, I’ll just walk home its not that far,” You babble anxiously.

You hear him scoff on the other end of the phone, “What do you mean walk home? Where are you Y/N?” his tone getting a bit more serious than the lighthearted goofy tone you usually get from him.

“I’m at school, it’s fine really, my apartment isn’t that far from-,” you squeak.

“Let me just grab my tools and I’ll meet you in the parking lot, which building are you in front of?” he interjects, you can hear some rustling on the other end of the phone.

“I-,“ you think about arguing with him but you know that in the end Mr. Munson is a stubborn man and you will lose. “I’m in front of the Humanities and Social Sciences building, its right by-,“ you confess.

He chuckles “Oh yeah I know the one, be there in a sec, hang tight.” he says before hanging up the phone.

You bring your phone down onto your lap in defeat. You hide in your car until you see his car pull up, you don’t need anyone seeing you, especially a certain sociology professor. His big black truck pulls into the space next to you, and you get out of your car to greet him.

“Hey thanks for coming all the way out here, I hope I didn’t take you away from anything or anyone,” you look up at him innocently. He stands about a foot away from you, but even then, you could see just how much taller he is than you. He could probably use you as an arm rest.

He gives you an easy-going smile, “No problem at all sweetheart, I’m happy to help!” You give him the keys and he goes to try and start the car and it stalls again and he clicks his tongue.

Your mind going back to the dreams you’ve had of his tongue on you, on your skin. You shiver at the thought, and you squeeze your arms around you willing yourself not to fall apart.

Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice, too preoccupied with opening the hood and looking inside. He takes off his leather jacket and lays it on top of the hood and rolls up his sleeves. He fiddles around inside of the hood for a few seconds before popping his head around the corner.

“Looks like your spark plug is shot, I have an extra on me in case of emergencies, it’s your lucky day pretty lady,” He announces cheerily.

Pretty lady

“Oh, thank you Mr. Munson, you’re a life saver!” you beam.

He looks at you again one more time, studying you for the second time this week, he looks like he’s contemplating something in his head. His eyes are like lasers on your skin, heating you up from the inside.

“It’s Eddie, you can call me Eddie honey, you’ve known me long enough.” he says as he smiles at you, the edges of his eyes crinkling.

You can’t help but smile back, “Okay, thanks, E-eddie,” you stammer out. His name feeling so odd on your tongue, he’s your best friend’s dad, would Violet think its weird that you call him by his first name now?

He smiles contently like he made the right decision and goes back to working on your car. You lean against his car just watching him work, seeing how his hands knowingly move on all the parts of your car that you don’t even know the names of, only being able to identify the windshield wiper fluid cap and oil fill cap. You look at his now uncovered arms that you didn’t see the last time you got a good look at him, you could see right near his left wrist Violets name tattooed in beautiful cursive, and D20 right above his left elbow. You see how veiny his hands and arms are, probably due to years of playing the guitar and working on various motorcycles and cars.

“So, what are you going to school for?” he says, looking at you through the corner of his eye while he works.

“Psychology mostly,” you reply easily.

“What do you want to do with it? Your degree?” he responds.

“I’d love to work with kids, I felt like no one ever listened to me as a kid, so I’d love to be able to be a safe space for kids to express themselves.” You shared, this was something you’ve been passionate for a while, wanting to work with kids. Giving them something that you never got when you were a kid, a place where they felt understood even if they didn’t feel like that at home.

He looks up at you from his work with an impressed look on his face, “That’s really fucking cool Y/N, I wish stuff like that had been around when I was a kid. Woulda made Middle School and High School a lot more bearable for me, trust me.”

Your heartbreaks at his confession, you figured that he probably wasn’t always the suave sexy metal head that he is now, and he probably got teased a lot when he was a kid. It reminded you of your own experiences in school, teased and never really fitting in anywhere. Violet went through something similar except it never really seemed to bother her, she was always the type of kid that always knew who she was and didn’t let anyone get in her way. You always admired that about her.

“Honestly me too,” you confess.

Eddie raises an eyebrow at you, “No way, You and Vi had loads of friends in Middle School,” he says.

“Yeah, in Middle School sure, but high school was brutal without her there, kids are mean.” You say sadly, rubbing your boot into the asphalt trying to wash away depressing memories of eating in the bathroom and crying yourself to sleep at night.

Eddie scrunches his eyebrows together and nods knowingly, sharing that feeling. “Yeah, teenagers are fucking assholes.”

You nod knowingly, as Eddie steps around the front of your car to get into the driver’s seat, scootching closing to you, grabbing the side of your waist as he passes you. You take a shallow breath, and your mouth runs dry. His hand felt so perfect on your waist, like it belonged there… and then your mind wanders to Steve, his touch felt the same way.

Eddie got into the front seat and turned your key in the ignition, and sure enough your car roared to life.

“Huzzahh!” Eddie cheered, getting out of the driver’s seat and bowing to you. A smile plastered across his face in triumph.

“There ya go honey good as new, although you should stop by the house sometime, so I can put a new battery in your car, it looks like it’s about to take a shit on you, and I want you to be safe during the Winter.” He says casually wiping the oil and grease off his fingers with the rag in his tool kit.

He wants you to be safe

“That would be great, thank you again, honestly I don’t know what I would have done without you. What do I owe you Eddie?” you ask. Surely, he’d want some compensation for driving all the way out here on a Friday, probably ruining his plans to come help his daughters best friend with her car.

“On the house, and don’t fight me on this I’m not accepting any money from you.” He says slightly stern but in a way that makes you smile lightly.

“I’ll figure out a way to make it up to you or something, do you like cookies? I’ll bake you some cookies for all your help,” you insist.

“IF you happen to make double chocolate chip cookies and bring them over to the house, for Violet of course, I wouldn’t say no to one or two,” he says slyly.

“I’ll bring them over this weekend.” you say determined to not be in debt to him.

He packs his tools back into the trunk of his truck and shrugs his leather jacket back on, “I’ll hold you to that sweetheart.” he winks at you before getting back into his truck and waving to you as he drives off the lot.

You get back into your newly fixed car and drive home to your apartment, first thing on the agenda, a very cold shower.

The next few weeks had been an absolute whirlwind of epic proportions. Steve came back with your grades for your latest paper, and when yours got passed to you, at the top of your paper, “SEE ME AFTER CLASS” was written in blue pen. After class he explained that he was “very impressed” with your work and effort you spent on your paper and asked you to be his TA and help him a couple of days a week. Help him with grading papers, answering any questions your classmates had on assignments or class subjects, and help with lectures for upcoming classes. You couldn’t have said yes faster, not only did you have a huge massive crush on him. But you genuinely enjoyed his class and were excited to prove yourself. On those days you spent most of the time after your classes, spent huddled in his office with him grading papers or talking about different upcoming subjects you were going to learn in class. It was becoming one of your favorite parts of your day, you always left his office in the best mood. Plus, the flirting and your attraction to him only grew during this time, you noticed he started going more and more out of his way to touch you, or holding eye contact with you longer than was probably appropriate. You welcomed it, Steve made you feel like you were on cloud nine, some nights the two of you were left in his office until after dark, after all the work was done, just flirting and talking about life. Eating shitty takeout food that he’d grab from the cafeteria or the two of you would order in.

He always treated you with respect letting you talk about your feelings or whatever was on your mind, you eventually opening up to him about why you wanted to go into psychology, and he opened up to you about how he hadn’t always been the way he is now, and how there are parts of his past he’s ashamed of. The two of you bonded over your lack of family you had in your life, you told him about your parents basically ditching you after graduation and he told you about how his parents cut him off when he told them what decided what he wanted to do with his life and hadn’t heard much from him since. He reassured you that the only family that actually mattered was your chosen family and the people who love you that you let into your little corner of the world. You talked about your views on the world and your dreams. You liked that about him, that he listened to you and how modest and genuine he is, you assumed at first glance that someone with good looks like him and his upbringing he’d have an large ego. Which wasn’t entirely wrong, but not in a bad way. You’d come to really like Steve Harrington, he had an ego the size of a lake but a heart to match.

Which made it even more confusing on the days that you didn’t spend in his office. See you had saved up enough money for school and your expenses for the first couple of weeks, but that money only stretched so far. So, you looked for a job, and you became desperate. Being in a college town, good jobs that weren’t already taken by other college students were far and few between and being a TA wasn’t enough. So, one night after school when you were at Violets, Eddie overheard you talking about your dilemma, and offered you a job working for him. Eddie worked as a record producer and worked closely with a few music managers who were looking for social media manager. Which you happily accepted, there were no set hours and you could do a majority of your work in your pjs at home unless you needed to get Eddies opinion on something then you’d spend time out in the garage with him while he gave you advice or things the label is looking for in terms of the clients image or engagement numbers you needed to hit.

Sometimes you’d even make up excuses just to go over and spend time with him in the garage. He was patient with you while you slowly opened up to him about things that had happened over the past few years that you never wanted to worry Violet with, cheating boyfriends, bad friends, financial problems, and he took it all with stride, listening to and giving advice where he could. He’d spend time reminiscing about the “glory days” when his band, Corroded Coffin, used to play gigs every weekend at the hideout, a small bar on the outside of town. Or when he was in high school, he ran a club in school called the Hellfire Club where all his friends would play DnD, he even showed you that he got Hell Fire tattooed across his knuckles. You’d spend hours over there just tucked away in Eddies little corner of the house, sometimes he’d play songs for you on his guitar, or when he found out you had never played DnD he spent a few nights teaching you all the basics in case you ever wanted to play. You liked the way you felt when you were around Eddie, in a similar way that Steve did, Eddie quieted your thoughts of self-doubt and anxiety that usually swirled around in your head. You really liked Eddie, and it made your feelings even more confused because you felt guilty keeping all of this from Violet. You didn’t know how she would react to you having a crush on her dad, and you never wanted to put your friendship with her in danger. She was basically the only family you had, and you intended to keep it that way, even if it meant keeping your crush on her father a secret.

It all came to a head about a month later. You were staying late in Steve’s office grading papers while he was reading over some scientific studies that he was going to go over in class that following week. You were reading over a specific paper, a girl who sat behind you in class, who giggled at Steve during the first day of class. She had a lot of typos in her paper, and you had a hard time following her methods and asked for Steves opinion. He got up from his desk and went over to the other side of his desk where you were sitting, hovering over you so his face was close to yours. You loved when he did this, being able to see the honey bits in his eyes or the way his eyebrows scrunch together when he was thinking really hard, or how he ran his tongue along his lips to wet them.

 For some reason the air in the room seems extra electrified, the tension being so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Your breath hitched as he got extra close to read a specific part in the paper, you could smell his cologne so clearly it was intoxicating. Steve turned to you to tell you what points to dock from her paper, but you didn’t hear a single word he was saying, it was all drowned out by the lust you felt for him. You think he could sense it too, his eyes kept flickering between your eyes and your lips.

Oh gods was this really happening?

You could see his face getting closer and closer to yours, you closed your eyes, bracing for impact. Your heart was beating faster than you ever thought humanly possible. And then, he kissed you. More intensely than you’d ever been kissed before, he started out soft, testing the waters. Slowly brushing his lips against yours, working up intensity until his tongue prodded your lips asking for an invitation in. The invitation happily accepted by you, you welcomed him in with your lips and sighed into the kiss, allowing your hand to grasp at the hairs at the nape of his neck. He held onto the side of your face like if he let go, you’d vanish. You kissed like this for a minute or two, lips melding together and tongues intertwining. He tasted like his spearmint gum that he chews sometimes, and his lips were softer than you ever thought humanly possible.

But as quickly as it started, it stopped. Steve de-tangled himself from your grip and stood back.

“Fuck, holy shit, I- Y/N I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have done that. I’m your teacher for Christ’s sake… FUCK!” he shouted.

You jump at the volume of his voice, you were not used to this Steve, or the tone he was using. He paced around the room for a few minutes, and you looked at your shoes embarrassed. Embarrassed because you weren’t sorry it happened. You had been dreaming for weeks about what his lips would feel like or what he'd taste like.

“I’m not Steve, you don’t need to be sorry because.. because I wanted it to happen, I’ll only be your student for a few more months and then after that we can do whatever we want,” you blurt out in desperation. Allowing the thoughts and dreams that hide in your head to spill out of your mouth. Steve sighs and sits back down in his chair, taking his glasses off his face and pinching the bridge of his nose with his middle finger and thumb.

“I- I think you should just go Y/N, I need to figure out what to do. This shouldn’t have happened and I’m sorry it did,” he murmurs.

His words act like daggers in your heart, stealing all the breath from your lungs. All the worst-case scenarios that played out in your head when you felt insecure, now playing out right in front of you. You were angry, you know he feels the same way but he’s too much of a coward to do anything about it.

“Fuck you Steve, fuck you!” you bite out through your teeth, not allowing the tears to flow from your eyes, just yet. He just rejected you, the last thing you wanted was for him to see you cry. You pack up all the things that had been splayed-out all over Steve’s desk, shoving them into your bookbag, and storming out of the room.

Before you’re even out of the building the tears start streaming down your face, you choke back sobs as you get into your car. You bury your head in your hands, your shoulders shaking from how hard you were crying. You can’t go home, you thought. Not to an empty apartment where it’s even more apparent just how alone you are.

You put the key into the ignition and go to the only other place in town that you can think of going to, Violet’s house. You prayed to any god that could hear you, that Violet was home, but Eddie was not. You did not want him to see you like this, especially over a guy. He’d heard all the pathetic stories of love that hadn’t worked out you didn’t need to add another to the list.

Somehow luck was on your side with this, Eddie’s car was not in the driveway, only Violets. You get out of the car, not even bothering to lock it and run up to the door and let yourself inside with the key Violet had given you after your first week in Hawkins. Tears still streaming down your face, you take in your new surroundings; Violet was sitting on the couch watching some dumb rom com and eating popcorn. She looks startled by the sudden intrusion and the state you were in. Your mascara all smudged, and you had tears streaming down your face.

“Y/N? What happened?” she coos. She gets off the couch and walks over to you, her face softens when she gets closer to you, her face now shrouded in worry. She pulls you fiercely into a hug and just lets you cry on her shoulder. Eventually she brings you over to the couch and she gets you to tell her the events that have unfolded. She listened intently while you told her about your professor and how you felt about him, and then about how he rejected you after a mind-blowing kiss. She held your hand the entire time, rubbing soothing circles into your hand.

Just as you had finished telling her what happened you heard the familiar jingle of the doorknob and the heavy boots that followed. You couldn’t look at him right now, not when you looked like this.

“Hey, hey party people, I didn’t know you were coming over tonight I shoulda got more beer from the store!” Eddie sang. The closer Eddie got to you he realized something was off and stopped in his tracks.

“Now’s not a good time dad,” Violet said, still focusing her attention on you.

“What happened? Y/N are you okay? Are you hurt? Did something happen with your car?” his questions flying by you a million miles a minute. Too exhausted to say anything you let Violet speak for you.

“She kissed a guy at school, and he rejected her,” Violet says as softly as she can.

“Y/N kissed a guy at school?” he said, you could hear an edge in his voice that made you flinch slightly.

“Yes, dad god did you have to repeat it? She’s been through enough tonight. Come Y/N lets go upstairs.” She says clearly annoyed with her dad’s lack of empathy.

You couldn’t bear to look at Eddie, so you allow Violet to usher you upstairs into her room. You two cuddle up in her bed, she lets you borrow some clothes to spend the night in and gives you a makeup wipe to wash the mascara and mostly cried off eyeliner off your face. You felt so taken care of by her, you remember you used to do this for her in Middle School when boys would be shitheads to her, it took a lot to break Violet, but boys are the worst.

At some point Violet fell asleep when you guys were listening to a true crime podcast, you felt your tummy grumble and slowly slipped out of her room to find a snack in the kitchen. You were so worked up after the incident with Steve you had forgotten to eat something more than a few handfuls of popcorn. Downstairs was more quiet than usual, you couldn’t hear soft metal music coming from the garage or Eddies light humming. You assumed maybe he had gone out for the night.

     Until he scared the shit out of you sitting at the kitchen table, silently. He looked upset, nursing a glass of amber liquid in his hand.

“Holy fuck you scared me, warn a woman, jeez!” you say, sounding a little more like your normal self when your alone with him. Usually, Eddie would retort with a smart-ass remark, but instead you got silence and a slight sad smile on his face. You sense he’s not in the mood, so you move farther into the kitchen to grab yourself an iced tea from the fridge and make yourself a sandwich.

It was usually never this awkward between the two of you, it broke your heart a bit. You just lost Steve and now it felt like you were losing Eddie too.

“Did he kiss you or did you kiss him?” he asked quietly.

You jumped a little not expecting him to speak. Trying to word things very carefully so there was no confusion.

“He kissed me and then I kissed him back, and then he broke off the kiss and told me to leave.” You sigh sadly and take a big gulp of your iced tea.

“Idiot.” he muttered under his breath.

You thought that’s what you heard but you didn’t know for certain.

“What?” you question.

“I said he’s an idiot.” he said a bit louder for you to hear clearly.

That made your aching heart flutter inside your chest. Men are impossible to read.

“Oh.” you murmur, not really sure what to say.

“He’s an idiot because I’d never let a girl like you go,” he says calmly.

You heart could beat outside of your chest right now, his words set your skin on fire. But you were simultaneously hit with overwhelming guilt. Violet. Your best friend. The one sleeping soundly upstairs who would never do anything to hurt you.

“Yeah, but there’s a lot more at stake here,” You say trying to tread lightly.

He abruptly pushes out of his chair and heads to the garage door. “Yeah I know.” he says, sounding a mix between disappointed and angry.

You could feel a new rush of tears welling in your eyes, not only did you lose Steve today, but you were going to lose Eddie too. Two out of your three safe spaces, gone in one day. You felt so small, like you were free falling and you couldn’t grab anything to save yourself.

“What do you want from me Eddie?” you say defeated, barely above a whisper.

Eddie stops at your words, opening up the door to the garage, so close to freedom. His eyes now soft, seeing the state of you. “Nothing sweetheart, I want nothing from you.”

You just nod at his words, slouching your shoulders trying to protect your broken heart. Willing yourself to accept the fact that you lost both of them today, and there’s nothing that you can do to change it. You look at the floor, watching your tears slowly cloud your vision. You just hoped he left the room before you start actually crying.

Then you hear the garage door shut and feel the last of your heart shatter with it. You look up to confirm what your heart already knew, that Eddie was gone.

But where a closed door should be, showed the outline of Eddie standing in front of a closed door. You tried to blink away the tears, to try and figure out if you were seeing things correctly. The look on Eddies face was between a mixture of pain and confliction, his fists squeezed at his sides.

“Fuck it.” is the last thing you hear him say before he takes long strides over to you in the kitchen. Now right in front of you he cradles your face in his hands and kisses you firmly. You wrap your arms around his neck, forcing him to stay. His calloused hands wiping away your tears. You moan into his touch, opening your mouth and allowing his tongue to dance with yours. He kisses you with such passion, showing you with actions he what couldn’t say with his words. You push him impossibly closer to you, willing the two of you to meld into one if that what it took, not letting him have the chance to leave you. He takes that as an invitation to lift you up and put you on the ledge of the kitchen counter. Your legs caging him in on either side of his body.

“Please don’t go.” you mutter wetly between kisses. Eddie moves from your mouth and leaves kisses from the edges of your wet eyes to a part on your neck that made your skin irrupt in goosebumps.

“Never baby, m not goin anywhere I promise.” he reassures nuzzling his nose against a sweet spot on your neck. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Feeling a little better than you did a minute ago. Kissing Eddie made every other rational thought cease to exist in your brain. Just you, and Eddie, your bodies moving in tandem with each other. Harmony.

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[getaway car pt2] enhypen jake

warnings: riding, oral (m&f), facefuck, deepthroat, overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering,

words: 2965

A/N: Not many people asked for a part two (only one person), but I think It's pretty obvious I was going to do it.

Anyways, hope you enjoy this!

Read part one here

A whole year. You let a whole year pass. 

But there wasn't a day you didn't think about him. Jake.

You’d found him on Instagram not long ago, but were too scared to just pop off in his notifications as if nothing happened. But there were no other option, 

Ney gave up on insisting you after a month, she knew you weren't ready. And you weren't sure if she still remembered to be honest. Sunghoon, the guy Ney met the same night you met Jake and now officially Ney’s boyfriend, told you he would follow him on a spare gaming account he had.

— There might be a chance he remembers me from that night. — He said as if you two were committing some kind of crime. But you appreciated the help.

Sunghoon and Jake weren’t friends when Ney and you met them. They just happened to bump against each other that night, spilling their drinks. Both bought each other a drink and an hour later they met you. They exchanged nothing but their names and ages, and a little bit of what they were alone at a club.

Jake was running away from his drunk friends and Sunghoon was supposed to meet someone, but she stood him up.

— And if he recognizes you? I don’t know a lot of people named Sunghoon. — You told him before you sent him Jake’s profile. 

— Isn't that the point?

It still made you anxious to think what could happen. Did you seriously commit a crime and didn't know? 

And the same day Sunghoon told you Jake followed him back, you almost deleted all your social media. 

— Wait! That’s perfect. — Ney said.Of course she had an idea. — Follow Hoon’s profile and interact with him. That way Jake would find your profile and make the first move. 

— Isn’t that… too high school? — You asked, causing her smile to disappear. 

— Do you have a better idea that doesn’t include lamenting your mistakes for the rest of your life?

Good point.

And you couldn’t believe it worked.

It was past midnight when you were texting with Ney about a camp you did every year when she interrupted the conversation.

“Oh shit!!”

“Don’t you dare to cancel, Ney”

“No! 

Jake sent Sunghoon a message!”

“What?”

“Yes”

“Are you sure it’s him?”

“Sunghoon showed me the message

It’s him!

“Perfect… Now what?”

She took a minute to answer, making you anxious.

“He’s inviting Sunghoon to play

??”

“So? “

“Wait”

You sat down on your bed, not being able to wait any longer.

“What happened?”

No answer. And sadly, you had to go to sleep without knowing, because she never answered.

The next morning, you were getting ready to work when Ney opened your door.

— Good morning! — She enthusiastically said as she walked to your kitchen.

You eyed-sided her. — You left me hanging the whole night.

— I know! I’m sorry. But you don’t have to wait for me to get updates, I have the whole story. So let’s go, I’ll tell you on our way.

Her car was being guarded by the security of your building. After thanking him, you two hopped up and drove away.

— Sunghoon made such a big deal and said he wasn’t going to answer immediately, he took his sweet 5 minutes to answer. — You rolled your eyes. — Then they talked a lot about gaming, I had to remind Sunghoon why he followed Jake in the first place. 

— I mean, you should’ve let him… It would be weird if he immediately asked about me. 

Ney smirked. — Jake mentioned you first. — You had to take a moment. — Sunghoon tried to smoothly take the conversation to that night, but Jake beat him. 

— What did he say? 

— Where do I start? — Ney stopped at a red light and looked at you. — He asked if he remembered you, to which Sunghoon said “Yeah, I’m currently dating her best friend” — Ney deepened her voice trying to imitate Sunghoon. — Then Jake realized how weird it was to suddenly talk about you, so he went back to “Let’s meet up to play” and sent him his address, but Sunghoon didn’t let me see it. He said until he knew Jake was “safe”, whatever that means. — Ney started to drive again, and waited for you to say anything, which you didn’t.

You stayed silent the whole way to your job. Ney didn’t talk about it either, she wanted to wait for you to process everything. 

And even though you did this to yourself, and involved Sunghoon in it, you were regretting it.

Maybe lamenting your mistakes for the rest of your life was a better idea.

Sunghoon kept in contact with Jake, but since neither Ney nor you asked about it, he didn't say anything.

He also forgot to tell you that he invited Jake to the camp. He waited until the day of the camp to tell Ney so she could tell you. Sunghoon was too scared.

— I'm gonna snatch his balls! — You stood up from your bed and started to get dressed. Ney didn't know how you would react, but she wasn't exactly surprised by your current reaction.

— So you made him contact Jake for you to chicken out the first chance you get to see him?

You stopped your tracks and turned around. — I made him? He offered to do it and you didn't help either. 

— Well, this is still your chance. — Ney made a face and crossed her arms.

— No, it's not, because I'm not going. — She already called you chicken, so fuck it. You grabbed the luggage you were going to take and took out everything.

— Are you serious? Since when do you act like this over a man? 

You ignored her and grabbed your pajamas, hugging them tightly and walking to your bathroom.

— I'm gonna take a very long bath, enjoy your trip, Ney. — You heard her calling you, but didn't turn around. 

After two door slams, you knew she was gone. 

And you were serious about the very long bath, because every time the hot water got a little bit cold, you would open the stainer and let some water go to open the hot water. 

You lost track of time, you felt too bad to even get out of the tub. A few strong knocks on your front door took you out of your trance. That couldn't be Ney. 

You rolled your body on your towel and put on your bathrobe and ran to open the door, regretting it immediately. 

— I accepted Sunghoon's invitation to that fucking camp because I knew you would be there, only for Ney to tell me you weren't coming. — Jake said out of breath. — I should be the one angry here, baby, why are you the one avoiding me? — But you couldn't answer, you didn't even know this was actually happening. — No answer? Really?

— Jake, I'm sorry…

Jake's eyes soften at your honest tone. — May I come in? — He asked, finally noticing your clothing, if one could call a towel and bathrobe clothing. 

You let him in and closed the door. — Let me... Let me change, I won't take long. — You rushed to your room and put some proper clothes on. You dried your hair a little and finally walked out. 

God, he was real. 

He was looking around the kitchen, his smile when he looked at you made your heart melt.

— Sorry, can I offer you something? — You walked to you fridge and opened it, only for Jake to closed it and grab your hand, pulling you closer to him.

— An explanation.

You backed away from him, walking towards the living room where you sat down. 

Jake followed you silently, — So? Do I get an explanation or not? —  He said softly, as he turned to face you completely. 

— Do you really want to hear it? — You replied coldly.

— Yeah, I think I deserve it. — You laughed sadly and leaned forward.

— Everything I wrote in that note is the explanation. I wasn't ready for whatever you were offering. I didn't even want it because a month before my boyfriend dumped me. I just needed the distraction. — You knew how bad that sounded, but it was the truth. 

— I was the distraction. — Jake sat down beside you, this time keeping his distance from you. 

— More like the sex was.

— Why didn't you leave your number or a way to contact you? — Jake tried to not get offended.

— Because I didn't want to keep in touch with you, I barely wanted to get out of bed. — You joked, but he didn't even react.

— And Sunghoon appearing on my instagram was totally totally a coincidence.

— He was just being a good friend, but I chicken out. — This time, Jake laughed.

Jake placed his hand over yours. — Not saying I wasn't upset, I was livid. But the more I read that note, the more I understood what you were going through. — You played with his fingers, too scared to look him in the eyes. — But you know what it means to me coming all the way to your place, so before I make any move, I want to know what's on your mind. — He got closer, waiting patiently for you to answer.

— I'm sorry for leaving like that, and for using you as a distraction, and for not being honest.

Jake's free hand went to your cheek. — And what does that mean?

Jake got closer to you, putting his forehead against yours, enjoying the way you closed your eyes. 

— I wanted to contact you for a whole year, I promise, but was too scared you would block me or… — You stopped yourself when you saw his eyes, you were overthinking.

— Does that mean I can make a move? — Jake asked, waiting for your permission. 

Instead, you were the one that kissed him, pushing slightly so you could straddle him. Your hands went to his neck while he held onto your waist, guiding your lips into his mouth. His tongue slid inside your mouth, tracing every part of your mouth as you moaned softly against his lips.

This seemed familiar.

You broke the kiss, needing air, but also needing another. And it came quickly enough, Jake pressing you closer against him. With your hands still on his neck, he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your legs around him as his mouth found yours again. He began to walk towards the bedroom, kissing you harder as he reached the bed. Once there, you laid down on top of him, kissing his neck as you unbuttoned his shirt.

Jake pressed you back and started kissing your throat, causing you to lose concentration on the buttons, but by then it was already open. You continued unbuttoning until all the buttons were loose and you pulled it apart, throwing it aside as you attacked his skin with your lips and teeth. Jake groaned deeply as you bit lightly on his chest, moving lower to suck.

One of your hands slid down his stomach, playing with the belt around his jeans. Jake lifted his hips as you undid them, kissing his way down your body as you took off his pants and underwear. You rested between his legs, taking his dick in your hands as you stared right at his face. You felt him tense up slightly under your gaze and you licked his tip slowly.

Jake sucked in a breath as your lips touched his sensitive head. You moved your tongue in circles over his head as Jake placed his hand behind your head. He guided you down further as you opened your mouth wider, sucking him deep inside. You closed your lips around his cock as your throat worked to take him deeper.

As you made your way back up, Jake grabbed your hair, stopping you halfway. You watched him thrust inside your mouth as you closed your lips around him, sucking hard as he fucked your mouth. You could feel him growing harder in your mouth as you picked up speed, wanting him to cum soon. Finally he stopped, pulling out of your mouth.

Without warning, he rolled you underneath him, planting his lips on yours. Jake moved lower, biting and licking your chest until he reached your nipples. He took each one into his mouth, sucking them into his mouth. You ran your fingers through his hair as he trailed kisses downwards. You felt his breath warm your thighs as you waited for him to continue.

Slowly, he pulled your pants and underwear down, leaving wet kisses down your legs

You reached for him, wanting him to stop teasing you. He smiled at you before giving you what you wanted. Suddenly, Jake began devouring your pussy, running his tongue up and down your slit. You pushed his face deeper into you as you let out a gasp of pleasure. Jake growled against you as you moaned loudly.

He buried his face deeper inside your cunt, letting your juices drip down his chin. He slipped a finger inside your tight pussy as his tongue flickered your clit. You tightened around him as you dug your nails into his scalp. He added another finger as he increased his pace, licking and sucking your clit. You cried out his name as an orgasm hit you like a truck.

It shook through your body, forcing you to clench his fingers deep inside you. Jake lifted his face from between your legs, grinning at you.

Your breathing slowed down as you laid there, trying to catch your breath. Then suddenly, he moved higher up on the bed, positioning himself above you.

Jake bent down and captured your lips with his own, stealing your breath away. The feeling of his lips and tongue dancing against yours had your heart racing as you clung onto him.

He broke the kiss, looking into your eyes. Jake slid his thick cock inside you, both of you crying out at the same time. Jake gave you a few seconds to adjust to him as he began moving, filling you completely.

The sensation was intense, Jake seemed larger than normal as you felt yourself stretching to accommodate him. You clenched around him as you felt him stretch you further. Jake pushed his face against yours as he kissed you, slow strokes starting to build up a rhythm as he got deeper inside you. You curled your fingers into his shoulder blades as Jake moved faster.

You moaned louder with every thrust, arching your back as you tried to get more of him inside. Finally, Jake rolled over so that you were now lying on top of him. This position allowed him to fuck you harder as you rode him. You threw your head back as Jake bit down on your neck, gripping your ass tighter as he fucked you harder.

Every stroke brought you closer and closer to your breaking point as you gripped his shoulders harder. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against him as he filled you to the hilt.

— I'm going to cum!. — You whined, no longer able to keep quiet. Jake's response was to drive even deeper inside you, not slowing down or stopping. — Fuck! — You screamed out, clenching around him as you came violently. The sudden wave of pleasure had you grinding against him as Jake hammered you mercilessly. — Jake... I can't… — You managed to say before he grabbed your waist and flipped you onto your back again. Jake covered you once more, this time pounding into you even faster.

You were completely helpless, unable to move as he drove you mad with passion. His pace became rougher as he drove inside you relentlessly. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed around the room as your screams mixed with his animalistic grunts. You struggled against him as he slammed into you, wrapping your legs around him as you held onto his neck. 

— Oh god! Oh god!--- You kept repeating as you came yet again.

The incredible intensity of your orgasms made you cry out his name as you ground against him. Jake lost it, pumping his cum deep inside you. A mixture of your juices and his seed coated the insides of your pussy as he continued to fill you with every last drop he had left. Eventually, Jake collapsed beside you, still panting heavily.

Your body finally caught up with you as well, laying limply next to him. For several minutes, neither of you said anything. All you heard was your ragged breathing echoing throughout the room. When you finally looked at him, you saw him smiling at you. Jake leaned forward, capturing your lips with his own.

Gently, he kissed you softly, nibbling at your bottom lip.

— Does this mean you don't hate me anymore? — You asked once he parted his lips from yours. 

Jake laughed, really loud. — I never hated you, baby. — Jake pulled you closer and kissed you again. — Don't think I only came for this, though, I want to make things right this time.

— But I'm the one that fucked up. — You were confused at his kindness..

— Well... I do remember you said in your note you would make it up for me when we meet up again... unless this is what you meant.

You laughed and stood up. — Let's get cleaned up first and I'll see what I can do.

Jake watched you walk to the bathroom. — I think I have an idea. — He said before running behind you and carrying you to your tub, finding it in the same state you left it when Jake knocked the door. 

— Shit. — You suddenly cursed. Jake, who was draining the tub, turned around. — We didn’t use a condom. 

Cold sweat ran down Jake’s back. — Shit.

A/N2: there won't be part three, I tried to do a small bonus and only got a writer's block lol let's all agree that reader and Jake finally began their romantic relationship and lived happily ever after

Thank you for reading

[shall-we-die]

Hello! I love your moriarty the patriot jealousy headcanon! Can you make more headcanon about them? If I can give some request, can you please make headcanon about how moriarty characters show love to their crush or s/o or you can make other headcanon about them too because I would like whatever you write about them❤️

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↬[A/N]•⊰ I'm glad to receive the first request from you, dear anonymous ❤

I try to post everything as fast as I can, but unfortunately my busy life prevents me from posting every day, so I apologize for the long delay in writing your request 🙏🏻

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[William Moriarty]

• William's love language is physical touch. The physical closeness to another person is what means to most to him, since he often feels isolated due to his profession, as well as his tendency to keep to himself. When someone is willing to give him even the briefest hug or the tiniest bit of physical contact, he's immediately overwhelmed with happy thoughts and feelings, as it's something he wants, yet often lacks.

• Physical touch can also make William feel comfortable in situations that are otherwise uncomfortable or stressful for him. When he feels upset or overwhelmed, it's common for him to find comfort in the arms of a loved one, even if he doesn't show it. While this can cause confusion or hurt feelings from others, they should be aware that showing their affection for him physically is the best way to reach him.

• William is a person who often has troutble expressing his emotions verbally, as he much prefers to do so in other ways. He craves verbal recognition and he thrives on words of affirmation and validation from those close to him. But he really needs physical affection to feel reassured and wanted, so he is always happy to be hugged and touched by the one he loves.

• Aside from physical touch, William also adores quality time with the people he cares about. William is a person who values quality over quantity when it comes to friendships and relationships, and he expresses this by spending lots of time with the special people in his life.

• Although he might prefer to spend his alone time doing solitary activities, that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate spending time with others. He might not be social, but just like any human, he needs to have interactions with others. Even if some of those interactions do make him a bit more anxious than he would like to admit.

[Albert Moriarty]

• Albert's love language is also physical touch. He's a very affectionate and cuddly person, and appreciates physical contact with the people he cares about. Hugs, kisses, caresses... heloves it all. Even a simple touch on the hand, the arm, etc. is enough to make him smile.

• Albert isn't afraid to show affection to the people he loves, whether that means a quick hug, a hand on their shoulder, or a playful nudge. Albert loves hugs. He loves to give them and he loves to receive them, feeling safe and comforted when he feels his arms wrapped around someone he loves or when their arms are wrapped around him.

• He may not always be forthcoming about his feelings for you or express his love in words, but you can rest assured he has a soft spot for you if he regularly touches you. It makes him feel safe and gives him comfort and confidence. Albert is an experienced lover, he knows how to woo a lady, and when he's in a more, well, intimate position with a partner, he isn't one to skimp on the compliments.

• He is a man who loves to show off his wit and intelligence, to make their partners feel special and important. So, it stands to reason that words of affirmation and intellectual stimulation are a huge turn on for him. Hearing kind words from him is quite the privilege, so if he ever says something sweet and tender to you, hang on tight and don't let go.

[Louis Moriarty]

• His primary love language is Quality Time. He values and enjoys spending time with the people he cares about, like his older brother and closest allies (specially you). He loves and cherishes moments spent with the people he cares about. He also displays and expresses affection through doing gestures and actions. For Louis, quality time is the essential component to a happy life.

• Acts of Service is another love language of Louis. He's willing to do favors and tasks for the people he loves. Louis is quick to assist when needed, even if doing so inconveniences him. When doing tasks, he will put his own feelings aside and focus on the comfort and wellbeing of others. He will even push himself beyond his own limits if it means helping people he cares about.

• Louis also displays acts of service as a way of expressing affection. Although Louis may not be the most outgoing or extroverted individual, he shows love and affection by helping others. He feels satisfaction and happiness when completing tasks for others, as he values helping others and considers it important to a wholesome life.

• Louis will be appreciative and thankful when his lover or loved ones display acts of service towards him. He will feel loved and respected, knowing that they appreciate and consider him as important enough to help and do favors for. However, he might feel a little bit embarrassed or shy to have his affection and kindness reciprocated.

• Although Louis Moriarty may not be the greatest in words of affirmation, he does appreciate and value them from his loved ones. He's not someone who displays his emotions outwardly but he does feel happy and appreciated when receiving words of affirmation from his loved ones. These words and verbal affirmations are important to Louis as he values honesty and sincerity.

[Sebastian Moran]

• Sebastian's love language is "quality time". He prefers spending quality time with his loved ones, rather than receiving or giving gifts or words of affirmation.

• Sebastian values the time, attention, and affection of the people he cares about through spending quality time together. He appreciates when his loved ones give him their undivided attention; be it on a date, having a conversation, or simply spending time together. Additionally, he also shows his love by giving others the attention they crave and deserve.

• Sebastian also appreciates words of affirmation, as he values being appreciated. He values both external and internal validation and acknowledgement. Additionally, he also enjoys physical touch, as physical affection shows his love for and proximity with someone.

• Sebastian appreciates people showing their love by performing acts of service for him. While he doesn't necessarily require these actions to feel loved, there is a sense of pride and appreciation that Sebastian derives from it. He can be rather self-reliant; however, when people take the initiative to perform acts of service, it lets him know just how much others value his presence.

• Sebastian would also perform acts of service for his loved one. He is capable of cooking, cleaning, and performing other tasks to show his affection. While he may not be the most domestic individual, Sebastian will happily assist his loved one if they wish to take a break or require assistance. He will also help others if required; however, he values when others extend the same courtesies towards him.

[Sherlock Holmes]

• Sherlock's love language is intellectual stimulation. Not the easiest to understand, but Sherlock finds nothing more attractive than an engaging mind, whether that's engaging in intelligent conversation, playing chess, or even just a friendly debate. Having someone who can keep him on his toes and challenge him mentally has always been important to Sherlock.

• When it comes to love and affection, Sherlock is a tricky one indeed. He doesn't show his love much at all, but when he does, it is in the form of acts of service and quality time. He will go out of his way to make sure those he cares about are taken care of. And on the rare occasion that he does express his love, it is through physical touch.

• Sherlock would say his love language is "Acts of Service." Though he likes gifts and physical touch, it's the act of someone doing something nice for him that really speaks to him. When people go out of their way to help him, or make something easier for him, he feels truly loved.

• Sherlock is not one to express his thoughts and feelings often or easily. When it comes to love, the man is even more closed off than usual. But there are those rare moments where he decides to let his guard down, and when he does, it is through acts of service and quality time spent together. In his eyes that's the only way that is truly worthy of the love he feels. As cold and distant as he may seem, his love runs deep.

• Sherlock is very hard to read, as stated many times above, and he doesn't go around openly expressing his feelings. But he will go out of his way to make sure those he cares about are taken care of, even at his own expense. This can include providing resources and emotional support, or helping with errands and tasks.

[John Watson]

• John's love language is verbal affirmations. He is always looking for reassurance or a kind word, and he loves to hear compliments and sweet nothings from the one he loves. He also loves words of encouragement, and he appreciates when his partner tells him how much they trust and believe in him.

• John is someone who thrives on positive affirmations. He enjoys feeling loved and appreciated by the people around him, and he is always looking for approval and acceptance. In relationships, it is very important to him that his partner expresses their love and appreciation for him through words of affirmation.

• He values verbal reassurance and likes to hear compliments and sweet nothings from his partner. However, he doesn't just rely on words alone to show his affection - he also appreciates acts of service, quality time and physical touch as ways to express his love and care.

• John is someone who enjoys physical affection. He appreciates the comfort and connection that comes with physical touch, and he feels deeply loved when he is embraced by the one he loves. He likes to hold their hand, give them spontaneous hugs and kisses, and show them how much they mean to him through small gestures of physical affection.

• However, he is also someone who values his personal space and he doesn't always appreciate being surprised with unwanted physical touch.

[wavypotatochips]

i love sergio so much, can u write another one? maybe where he likes to tease reader a lot but she’s very shy and introvert so sometimes he stops doing it because he might be scared he could offender her, like he’s very soft and lovey with her and maybe they both have a crush on each other ?

𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.4k

��𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: You are a shy, introvert photographer who PSG hires to take pictures of the players. You have always had a soft spot for Sergio Ramos, even before you were hired. With more time spent together, your crush is just growing, especially considering how sweetly he treats you. One day, He believes he has overstepped the mark one day when he does something that makes you flee.

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: I am so sorry for the wait!! (college has me in a chokehold rn) Of course I can write another! Thank you so much for requesting (: I'm not truly sure how to convey a very shy/ introverted individual, but I tried my best! Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

[Translator Spanish is used- Note that translation may be wrong.]

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With just a few seconds remaining, the striker has  a chance to score and is going to kick, but Sergio stops him, giving PSG the victory. You smile to yourself and raise your camera to your eyes while shooting pictures of everyone as the boys rush over to him to celebrate. In order to capture Ramos alone, you keep the camera raised while you wait for the ideal opportunity. As your wish is granted a short while later, you start snapping quickly. He turns to look at you and gives you a wink as you peek through the camera lens to take the picture. Your heart starts to beat quickly as a flush spreads over your cheeks. "Got any good shots?," Ricardo, one of the other photographers for PSG, inquires. Ricardo, who is your age, constantly makes an effort to start a short conversation with you despite the fact that he is aware that you might not be interested in talking. But, because you two work side by side all day, you are closer to him than the other employees. You don't say much to him; you just nod your head in return as you look down at the camera and start looking through the pictures you've shot. You are a PSG employee recruited to photograph them for the social media department. As you are far from an extrovert, it comes as a surprise to you that you even got the job. Yet, social media is to thank for your opportunity. As several of the player photographs appeared on the explore page and started going viral, someone from PSG's social media team came across your profile. The next thing you know, an interview has been scheduled, and the rest is history. With butterflies in your stomach, you take a bit longer than necessary to look at the picture you just shot of Sergio Ramos. As a spectator, you have always found Sergio Ramos to be handsome, and your emotions have only gotten stronger now that you have the chance to meet him in person and get to know him better. He never appeared to mind that you were shy, and he always adjusted how he interacted with you to make sure you were at ease, which was especially important given that you spend more than half of your time with guys. He always made sure you were comfortable, whether it was by ordering the boys to step aside when he knew you were too afraid to speak up or by leaving blue raspberry jolly ranchers on your desk when you weren't looking after noticing that you were thrilled to find a blue raspberry-flavored one day in a candy jar. He always shows you the greatest kindness, but you can never tell if it's because he likes you or is simply being nice. Even though you have the largest crush on him, your mind keeps tricking you and making you overly anxious to communicate with him more than half of the time you two speak. Despite your best efforts, it seems difficult for you to make a change.

“Y/N The team is heading back through the tunnel! We should make it back before they do tunnel shots.” Ricardo exclaims, giving you a small smile and then begins to jog towards the team tunnel. You give Ricardo a small smile as you nod your head, mentally thanking him for removing your focus from the picture of Sergio Ramos. 

Sergio Ramos looks up at the bleachers and waves to everyone before gazing straight, his smile widening as he spots you walking into the team tunnel. He takes off his shirt and slings it over his shoulder, the adrenaline pumping through his veins from the exhilaration he felt. He sees you gaze down at the camera and as you move towards the tunnel, he starts to lightly jog in your way. He hopes you would compliment him on his outstanding save. Thousands of voices in the stadium have undoubtedly already applauded him, but the only words that will truly resonate with him are those that come from your mouth. He has always had his sights set on you ever since you were hired. As he is frequently surrounded by pretentious models, something about your timidity makes him feel like you are a breath of "new air," which makes him feel compelled to protect you. There hasn't been enough talk between you and him to qualify as a conversation. While he sees you as a fragile flower, he is unsure about how to approach you. The majority of the time, he makes an effort to imply that he is interested in you by showing you small acts of kindness. Other times, though, he will playfully tease you because he enjoys seeing how you respond, whether it be with a smile or a blush to the cheeks.

You hum to yourself as you enter the tunnel, keeping your distance from the players by walking close against the wall. Ramos' voice can be heard saying "Hey Y/N!" as his arm is wrapped around your neck and rests on your shoulder. You flinch a little in surprise at what he does. Your heart beats fast as you swallow anxiously and look up. Your body begins to heat up as your eyes contact him, your eyes instantly scanning down to his tattooed, shirtless torso, which is gleaming with sweat. When you glance up into his eyes, he smiles and winks at you from above. He smirks and leans in to whisper into your ear, “Me desempeñé bien hoy porque sabía que estabas mirando (I performed so good today because I knew you were watching.)”  You let out a tiny laugh since you didn't know what to say or do. You look away as your brain begins to process how close you are to his bare chest, your heart is pounding rapidly as if it is going to burst out of your chest. You look around to try and find a way out of the circumstance you are now in, your breathing starts to get faster. Sergio obviously has no malicious intentions, but this is simply how your body responds. When he notices your irregular breathing, his smirk suddenly vanishes. "Y/N are you o-" he begins, but you hurriedly push his arm off your shoulder and move swiftly in the direction of the closest restroom. Ramos was unable to do anything but watch as you almost ran away from him, his joy leaving his body and being replaced with remorse.

And the fact that he did not see you for the rest of the evening only made him feel worse. 

Meanwhile, in the restroom, your smile never fades as you recover your breath before squealing. “Oh my gosh,” you mutter to yourself, "Oh my Gosh, I can't believe that just happened!” You start whispering as you begin to recount all that just occurred. “I performed so well today for you, Y/N.” "Oh?-" you exclaim as you put your hand on your chest, “-for me?... How sweet of you. Deberías mirar las fotos que tomé hoy, te ves tan sexy(You should look at the pictures I took today, you look so hot.)” You remember the warmth that radiated from his covered in sweat body and giggle as you put your hand on the shoulder that his arm was on. That may seem disgusting, but hey, Sergio Ramos is Sergio Ramos, so even that is acceptable. Your grin then fades as you realize you are in the restroom and you glance in the mirror. You ran away from him yet again. A few weeks ago, you made a vow to yourself that you would talk to him and return his flirtations, but once again, your feet move more quickly than your lips. You groan and run your hands through your hair, too ashamed to even step back outside to see him at this point. "Next time you better speak out!," you say, pointing in the mirror at yourself. “You can do this!" You sigh once more as you realize you must return outside in order to provide the pictures you took on the field to the social media department. You expected your next opportunity to come later that night, but as soon as you went out of the bathroom, you ran into the manager of the media department and immediately began assisting them with their needs. The following day was a rest day, so there was no team meeting. Yet, as the day of the next team practice drew near, he didn't approach you to chat as he typically does. He might occasionally wave or crack a little smile at you, but he hardly ever even blinked an eye at you. You were saddened by this because you assumed that since he now thought you were awkward, he had lost interest in you.

Days have passed, and it is now officially two weeks since your last 'regular' interaction with one another. The guys are practicing right now, and you're back in the restroom, trying to convince yourself that you can talk to him. You are holding your camera and are dressed in black leggings with a PSG windbreaker because it is a little chilly outside due to the wind. You're pacing back and forth while telling yourself, “Okay Y/N…. you can do this…. How hard can it be? You talk to people all the time…. Maybe you can practice with Ricardo first…” You bite your bottom lip, trying not to let your nerves get the best of you because you haven't even attempted anything. You sigh and check your watch, realizing that practice is about to end and that you should head back to the field right now to take any last-minute shots. You give yourself one final nod of approval before heading outdoors to the practice fields.

You go down the hallways, your eyes widen as you start to hear a lot of voices, and you start to walk quickly. Of course they end practice early the day I don't need them too, you think to yourself. You witness Ramos pouring water into his mouth outside, still without a shirt. You want to scream at the sight, but you decide against it and carry on walking. YAs you start to move, you are too preoccupied with your thoughts to notice that you are walking right toward him. “Y/N?” You become aware that you are once more in front of a shirtless Sergio Ramos when he asks a question.  Your mouth starts to open and close as if you are a fish out of water as you attempt to conceal the sound of your rapid heartbeat. Come on, say something! Your mouth starts to open and close as if you are a fish out of water as you attempt to conceal the sound of your rapid heartbeat. Come on, say something! Sergio Ramos observes your frozen state for a few seconds before smiling and shaking his head. Before leaving, he puts his palm on top of your head and slightly messes up your hair. As you turn around and watch him walk away, you are upset with yourself. This time you pushed back instead of giving in, even if your neck feels like it has been sewn shut. “Sergio!,” You call out to him. He swiftly turns around with a smile on his face as he realizes you are speaking to him first. He answers, "Yes?," back. You take a sharp breath and swallow, hoping to get rid of your nerves. “You s-should put on your shirt…. I-I don't want you getting sick.” "Alright," He nods and chuckles as he quickly pulls the practice jersey back over his head. With the last inner power you have at this moment, you approach him as he was putting his shirt back on. “Sergio, I also want to apologize,”  there is a brief pause as you glance down and start to play with your camera,“I know I don’t always show you how thankful I am for the things you do for me, but I truly am. It's just my inner thoughts getting the best of me, and I believe that if I don't know what to say- then you shouldn't say anything at all.. I'm so-" "Y/N, you don't need to apologize," Ramos interrupts you and says,  “I should've never made you feel uncomfortable by invading your personal space last game… I just didn’t know how to apologize to you so I did what I thought was best and kept my distance in hopes that it made you feel better.” You give him a puzzled expression. "I didn't feel uncomfortable at all; I just responded that way because you were too hot to handle."   Your lips are swiftly covered with your free hand as you think to yourself, there is no freaking way I just said that. Your eyes widen. Ramos' eyes light up with amusement as he approaches you, hoping to taunt you a little,"Oh yeah? So, am I too hot to handle, or did you really want me to put on my shirt because you didn't want me to get sick?” You use your hand to conceal your face as much as you can because your other hand is still holding the camera. Ramos wraps his arm around you and gives you a big bear embrace as he laughs at the sight of you feeling embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but you are just too cute. I can't help but to mess with you a little." He glances down, but all he can see is the top of your head as you continue to mentally swear yourself out and conclude it's better to remain silent. "How about we go eat ice cream and I meet you in front of the staff housing in about two hours? He asks as he begins to rock you back and forth, "¿Eso te haría sentir mejor? (Would that make you feel better?)” He smiles once he feels you nod your head against his chest.“Great! Then it's a date.” "¿E-espera qué?(W-wait what?)" you ask, raising your head to look up at him, your chin pressing against his chest. He simply winks and releases his hold on you. "I'll see you later, princesa (princess)," he says as he turns to walk away. All you could do was look in disbelief because your brain was unable to comprehend what had just transpired. 

The one time you speak first, you get a date with your biggest crush. I suppose there are some risks that are worthwhile.

A/N: Part 2 with the ice cream date, maybe? c;

[yansimstorythatiwillnotworkon]

Hanako Yamada

Name: Hanako Yamada

Gender: Female

Class: 1-2

Club: N/A

Persona: Lovestruck (Social Butterfly)

Reputation:

Overall: +10

Liked: +60

Respected: 0

Feared: -30

Crush: Hazu Kashibuchi

Strength: Carries Pepper Spray

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Hanako will NOT be portrayed as some sexualized minor with a brother complex in my story, and I like to think that that's because I'm a decent human being. Hanako was specifically very fun to draw because I like drawing happy characters and she's adorable.

But back to the important stuff. Hanako joins Akedemi to watch over her brother and make sure that his mental health doesn't absolutely deteriorate by trying to stop any incident that comes his way. I imagine that on the first day, she's nearly impossible to kill because Taro will be showing her around the school. On other days, she's constantly switching between socializing and checking on her brother, which might make her elimination difficult due to always being around people.

I'd like to think of a super hard task for her so it's worth it when you ask her to follow you or tell her to go away- if she even does, she may want to stay in Taro's general area. I don't think she'll leave if you threaten her because she'll just cry about it and go tell Taro, which might just be a general game over. More beneath the cut.

Some assume that Hazu was meant to be Mida's suitor (which is a horrible thought because he'd be way too anxious to say that he wouldn't want something like that), but I think that it's Toga simply because he's in her class. I'd rather Hazu be with Hanako, and I think that'd be beneficial for him because she's an extrovert and could teach him how to avoid negative social interactions more. As I stated above, Hanako will actively seek out his company, likely because she has a crush on him. I think it'd be interesting if we could get closer to a rival by treating her like the suitor and giving her the tips for winning over her crush.

Hanako may be labeled as an "unkillable rival" simply because of the toll it will take on Taro if she ever dies. Losing a childhood friend is one thing, and considering how much trauma he faces beforehand, losing his sister could break everything. If dangerous things happened before hand and Taro still ignored Hanako's worries, only for Hanako to get killed in the same environment that he's been in the whole time (and her ONLY being there for his wellbeing and safety), I think we could possibly have some sort of alternate nemesis on his hands. On a less depressing note, I think that Hanako will be clingy only when she's anxious. If she sees some blood on the floor, she'll run to Taro and tell him about it. Depending on the general atmosphere, he may decide to tell a teacher or leave the school, of course, with Hanako on his arm. If anything, seeing anything suspicious from a dangerous weapon to psychotic laughing could disturb Hanako's whole routine and cause her to stick by Taro for the rest of the day.

Another idea I had was having Hanako subtly follow people she finds suspicious, but only after seeing them do something strange. I don't mean for this to contradict my earlier statement. My goal is to make her follow Ayano. Only from a distance and only after she does something strange, like giggle for someone else's attention or tell someone to follow her or go away. Hanako might watch from a distance, but open doors that Ayano closes for the sake of being able to see. If she feels like she's being too weird, she might try to start a conversation with Ayano and question her. I think it's worth noting that anything that Hanako sees Ayano or someone else do, she'll refer to them to Taro by name. If the student or Ayano have a good reputation, it's unlikely that he'll believe that they mean any harm. Something else that could force Ayano to be peaceful in Hanako's week is to make it so if anyone dies or goes missing while she's present in the school, she'll force Taro to drop out for both of their safety. Unless you distract Hanako's anxieties with a love interest in Megami's week, she might do the same then, too. Maybe if Ayano befriends Hanako, Hanako will trust her enough to want Ayano to be around and possibly even protect him. But that would likely be adding some new complex function to the game. Lord knows the coding can't handle that. (🙄)

[eighthdoctor]

Maximianus Philophonos Bard 11/Rogue 1

Because we're at the end of the campaign, I wanted to write up a little bit about Max.

Max started as a combo of two A+ tier ideas:

A charisma caster but the charisma is "the most pathetic little man you've ever seen, you can't possibly say no"

A bard who thought being a bard was like being a professional musician and is shocked to find out that it is not, in fact, at all like being a professional musician.

The other thing going into Max is (before naming him, the name is only accidentally a pun) I wanted to abuse the shit out of the bard class. Minmax that fucker. Dating the DM is an excellent method for getting away with this. Turns out a single level in rogue gets you some expertise (2x proficiency bonus to some skills) which you then get MORE of with bard levels, and eventually bard gets you jack of all trades (1/2 proficiency to anything you're not proficient in) meaning that most of his skill checks are something like +5.

So out of universe I needed a guy whose first level was in rogue, remainder in bard, a classic pathetic little wet rat of a man, who is both wildly talented and also just. Completely incapable of using that for malicious OOC purposes otherwise my wife would kill me.

What I wound up with is someone who has crippling anxiety. Max is very nearly too anxious to function in society, gets outsize sympathy for it, and really can only do social interactions in the framework of performances.

See, at about 18 Max went to magical Juilliard to become first violin in the Requiem City Orchestra. After the first semester he realized two things:

Magical Juliliard is not really Juilliard at all, but more like the CIA academy if they also taught music.

He's trans. (Sidebar: He does not actually have a deadname. Maximianus is his stage performance name that he just sort of. Went with. After coming out.)

This is all hideously awkward and embarrassing and he has multiple fullblown panic attacks about the first thing.

Max's family is huge and overbearing and supportive and he doesn't really want to come out to them because it will be a Whole Thing TM and he is so, so, so bad about receiving affection, and he really doesn't want to tell them about the school mixup because then he's wasted their money and they'll never ever ever say anything about it but he's just a drain on their resources and also everyone will be so caring, so sympathetic, poor kid, homecooked meals for months, mom knocking on the door every day to see if he's still crying--

So he goes no-contact. To avoid explaining why he's dropping out of school.

He did accomplish one thing in that semester though, and that was making friends with a tabaxi student named Ihava (Ihava Nayme, because Jo mistakenly didn't give her a name and we promptly engaged her in conversation and also a subplot). Ihava is a budding revolutionary and realized that (a) Max totally has subversive tendencies and (b) the ability to baldfaced lie to cops and make the cops feel bad for you is priceless.

That's how Max got involved in a budding insurgency, and over the following year or so took his first class in rogue. Some theft, but mostly just skulking around, standing watch for others, passing info, etc.

Then he got itchy feet--Requiem isn't tiny but a year trying to avoid contact with any relatives, your luck will run out eventually, and Max is also just. He's not flighty but he does like novelty, and at some point the Violet Guard were gonna figure out that this kid was turning up at a lot of crime scenes. So he dropped a letter to the family (identity crisis etc graduated early etc going off to join the circus don't worry about me), and really just started moving across the country, working as a travelling minstrel.

He very rarely pays full room & board, instead playing for his dinner. He eventually washed up in Suncrest, and met the rest of the party when the tavern down the street [checks notes] exploded.

And this is where he really started taking off, because Max is two very cool things in one package:

He is just a good kid. When asked by a NPC why we were putting so much effort into helping her, his immediate, honest answer was "how could we not?" and he stands by that 11 levels later. He's somehow remained mostly Lawful Good despite some VERY sketchy actions, because at his core he wants to help people, and he wants to do so within a strict code of morals. They're just...sometimes unusual.

He's also got a VERY nasty imagination and will put his spell list to work in deeply creative (and fucked up) ways.

As an example. At level 4, Max got the second level spell Phantasmal Force, which lets you convince one being that Something Exists. This is obviously a spell mostly constrained by the player's creativity.

Also at level 4 Jo dropped us in a dungeon at the bottom of which was a Young Blue Dragon. This was moderately outleveled for the party and we should have fucked off.

Instead Max went "hey is that a male dragon" and the DM said yes, and Max mindfucked the dragon into thinking there was a Young Red (male) Dragon coming into HIS LAIR, and then the dragon spent multiple rounds trying to fight the illusion and we completely killed a dragon without major injury at level 4.

This became Max's Thing: Using his spell slots to wildly outsize effect, through monopolizing a major enemy, convincing NPCs to let us go where we really should not go, utilizing cold iron + animate objects to do serious damage to the Wild Hunt...

He didn't usually do the most damage and he didn't often get the kill shot, but he was doing battlefield control. A lot.

And so then we come to the final arc. Jo wrote up the bit about the Wish spell here. (I need to add that once again we fucked up her plans, because of COURSE the WIZARD would attune to the STAFF OF THREE WISHES, and no. Consensus was to let Max do it because Max is the words person. This worked out very well, see here.)

But just. You have the world's most anxious bard. He didn't even want to be A Bard, he wanted to be a musician. He also has a mindblowingly powerful artifact.

For over a minute, Max had to maintain perfect concentration to save the world. A friend died in that minute. Multiple friends fell unconscious and had to be revived (mostly by Max). Almost everyone in the party temporarily incapacitated themself (see here) to ensure that he passed Concentration saves he should have failed.

There's a massive battle going on entirely around Max. He is the focal point of everything. Everyone he loves is risking literally everything to keep him focused, and he spends most of it in a pocket dimension trying to keep breathing. He's channelling impossible power to try and fix the converging planes and defeat the Summer Queen, and he can only do this by not fighting, by hiding away and curling up tight and thinking very, very hard.

And he does it. He succeeds. We find out tomorrow what that looks like but god damn I am proud of my boy.

[duchess-kyuupid]

hi there

can you write idia’s reaction to his fem or gn s/o singing “good riddance” from Hades (the video game) pls? this song and idia both live rent free in my head rn lmao

have a nice day 😸

OMG You literally made my day with this ask, darling <333 I love Hades, and the first time I heard Eurydice singing it I was nearly brought to tears ToT Of course, I'll be more than happy to fulfill your request, and I hope that you enjoy!! For anyone who hasn't played Hades or just wants to listen to the song anon is referring to, here it is! (The audio comes out too loud for me, so I'd recommend lowering your volume a touch just in case! When I was testing it, the sound was just blaring into my ears and I don't know how to make it quieter;;)

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~Idia Hears Fem! Reader Singing~

[Tw: Soft angst to comfort] *Don't need to know/play Hades to read*

To say that today has been a bad day for Idia Shroud would be an understatement. It's been one thing after another, each terrible thing piling up on his shoulders heavier than the last. They say that when it rains, it pours- and Idia feels that this statement could not be closer to the truth. He feels exhausted just thinking about how long this day has been, and it's barely even 3 pm! But he's had enough social interaction in all of today to make up for a lifetime of self-isolation. He's tired, his battery has run out- there's no chance that anyone's going to be seeing him leaving his room at least for the next week, and even when he does leave it'll be with his floating tablet.

At last he makes it back to his room, but he's far too tired to do anything but to crawl into his bed and lie there, doing nothing but hope to start feeling better. He doesn't want to see anyone, doesn't want to hear anyone, he just wants some peace and quiet, away from everything that's making him anxious. But apparently he can't even have that, as a sudden knock on his door pulls him away from his sulking. "Big brother, big brother! I have something to show you!" Ortho says excitedly, "I know you'll just love it! Can I come in?"

'I can't have Ortho seeing me like this,' Idia thinks, 'I'm just a useless Housewarden who can't do anything... Ortho doesn't need to see his brother being so cowardly, so utterly worthless that it'd be better if I'd just go back home to the underworld and never see this place again...'

"If you don't wanna open the door, I'll just play it for you from out here!" Ortho exclaims, and suddenly Idia is pulled from his gloomy thoughts when he hears a golden tune ring out from behind the door.

'Farewell, to all the earthly remains,' wait, Idia knows that voice... 'No burdens, No further debts to be paid,' that's the voice of the one person who could make his day even slightly better.

'Atlas, Can rest his weary bones, The weight of the world, All falls away, In time,' That's right, it's you. You're singing. To him.

'Goodbye, To all the plans that we made,' Wait, are you actually outside of the door with Ortho? You're actually here? To see him?

'No contracts, I’m free to do as I may,' Idia heard your voice continue to sing, to ring out beautifully as if your voice was weaving gold through a spindle.

And he couldn't take it any longer. He wanted to hear your singing, not through the door of his room, but right next to him, and he wanted to hold you and have all of his worries from today melt away with you in his arms. He rushes out of his bed and opens the door, his eyes glimmering with hope of seeing you behind it, only for the small smile that was invisibly growing on his face to extinguish when he realizes that Ortho was the only one there.

Ah, and now he feels even worse. His disappointment was so apparent, he didn't even try to hide it when his eyes met Ortho's big, bright, and innocent ones. He felt bad that he was so disappointed that it was his baby brother, because don't get him wrong, he absolutely adores Ortho, it's just-

It's just that today's been really long. He already felt shitty enough. But he should have known that you weren't going to actually be there, after all you were travelling outside of the college for once to see the world of Twisted Wonderland. You had told him before you left that you were going to be gone for a while, which makes him even more miserable, knowing that he won't be able to be with you when he's already so stressed out.

But is it really so bad that he had even a glimmer of hope? The hope that maybe, just maybe, you had decided to come back early and surprise him with a visit?

"There you are, big brother!" Ortho says, unaffected by Idia's visible disappointment in seeing him, "I know that you've been missing miss (Name) a lot recently, so I've got this recording of her singing for you!"

"U-uhm, thank you, Ortho...Where did you even get this recording from?" Idia asks timidly.

"I came across her one day when she was singing on her own in the woods! So I used the recording feature you installed in my programming so that I could show it to you," Ortho states, and even though his mouth was covered, you could basically hear his radiating smile. Idia smiles softly and his eyes soften as he replies,

"Thanks Ortho, would you mind sending me the file? I wanna listen to it through my headphones for a while."

"Of course, big brother! I've already sent it to your phone." Ortho 'smiles' brightly as Idia thanks him and closes the door. And without a second thought, Idia pulls up his phone, finds the recording file and starts to play it through his headphones, drowning out the rests of the world in preference to the sound of your voice.

'No hunger, No sleep except to dream, Mild and warm, Safe from all harm, Calm....' As you sing these lyrics in particular, Idia feels pounds of his anxiety and stress wash off of him in waves. As if your voice itself was a spell, Idia was in a trance. And he feels mild, and warm...He feels safe from all harm...and calm.

'Good riddance, To all the thieves, To all the fools that stifled me, They’ve come and gone, And passed me by, Good riddance, To all...' 'Farewell To all the earthly remains...' 'No burdens No further debts to be paid,'

'Atlas, Can rest his weary bones, The weight of the world, All falls away, In time...' And by the time your lovely song is over, he's already manually repeating the recording. It looked like there was probably an extra two or three minutes of empty sound at the end of the recording, and Idia wanted- no, needed to hear your voice right now, he didn't want to wait like 3 minutes before the song automatically looped, after all he could have listened to your whole song again in that timeframe!

It came to no surprise to him that he accidentally fell asleep listening to you sing. Again, it's been a really, really, long day, and just,, being able to listen to you like this was just what he needed to begin to relax and calm down.

What did come to him as a surprise though, was when he woke up early the next morning and your song was still playing through his headphones. And he felt good, he never knew that this is how feeling truly rested feels like. So as he's lounging on his bed, staring at his ceiling as your song continues to ring through his head like silk, and he figures that he'd listen to the rest of your song one last time, and then he'd get up and get something to eat, or perhaps he'd go take a shower or something.

So the song ends, and he's left with the empty sound at the end of the recording. He sighs and stretches out languidly, and then he starts to move to take off the headphones before he's surprised to hear a startled gasp, followed by the sound of you talking.

"Ortho! Geez, you nearly gave me a heart attack there! How long have you been there for?" "Sorry miss (Name)! I heard you singing and I wanted to come and listen!" "My singing? Oh, it's not that good, really." "I disagree! I heard your whole song, your voice is so pretty!" "Why thank you."

Idia hears you chuckle breathlessly. 'Your laugh is beautiful' he thinks.

"Actually miss (Name), do you mind if I keep your song as a recording? I'm sure that big brother would be ecstatic to hear you sing!" "I don't mind. As a matter of fact, I was thinking of him when I was singing it anyway, so it would be nice if you did show it to him. I don't know if I'd be able to sing it in front of him perfectly like that without knowing what his reaction would be.. Oh, but are you going to keep this conversation in?" "Don't worry, I'm not going to!" "Actually, do you think you can leave this in? I wanna leave a message for him, if you don't mind." "Okay, sure thing! I'll make sure that he listens to it."

He hears you walk closer to Ortho, and he's holding his breath as if he wouldn't be able to hear your message if he took even a single breath of air. But what you say, though, knocks the wind right out of him, because he realizes that he's been asleep listening to you talking to his beloved younger brother (and he's so, so happy that you care for Ortho as if he was your own brother too), and that he's been asleep listening to you say these last few words saved for the very end of the recording.

"Idia, I love you."

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LITERALLY this was so cute to write TwT I think this might be my favorite so far.... Eurydice is my comfort character ngl and I spent like this whole morning listening to her sing (even singing along myself to get a feel for what kinds of emotions she's trying to convey) and just generally I had so, so much fun with this prompt. Thank you anon for the request, and I hope that you all enjoyed reading!

[miracles-and-butterflies]

How much did reincarnated girls' lives improved since gettinng therapy for their respective issues caused by their deaths?

Pretty well.

I’ll put a warning for some minor sensitive topics here.

Mirabel has definitely improved. Completely left the hugely fearful stage anyway - while she still avoids certain candles and broken buildings, has adapted enough to be less panicky about them. She is in the high paranoia stage. But that’s more preventable than panic attacks; so long as she isn’t left alone, doing nothing and therefore has time and space to overthink/entreat those anxious thoughts.

She is no longer on medication as of summer and has already done a few months without it, with very little issue. Subsequently, her physical health has also improved. However, is still fussy with her glasses - though that’s less related to trauma; she just hates the association to Disney.

As for her neck, she still tends to keep it covered in public - out of respect for children and those, like her, don’t do well with injuries - is a lot more confident and comfortable with her scars. Usually not making an effort to hide them at home.

She has started and is greatly enjoying university - she goes in two full days a week for classes and does the rest of the work at home. The others are a bit concerned over her lack of social interaction and not forming friendships, but her doctor isn’t. As long as she isn’t lonely and upset about it, he’s happy - she’s made a lot of progress in a year and should be proud of herself.

The group did want to take her out to celebrate this, but it hasn’t happened yet. Due to clash of schedules between the four, general illness and/or bad weather. Mirabel isn’t overly fussed by it, having been busy herself. She wants a cat.

On a similar note, Isabela is no longer attending therapy. She stopped sometime in spring. Isn’t as wary of men, specifically them making her food and drink, and any fussiness of food is just her being a picky eater now. Partially because one of her favourite local baristas is a man - they’ve become friends.

Her being triggered by certain chemicals is something she had to put more work into adapting too, and again, has mostly gotten over it. Unfortunately for Dolores, this did mean being dragged into swimming pools and water parks for several weeks. And an ongoing love for perfume.

Dolores also stopped her therapy, having worked through her trauma. She has let her old self, son and husband rest in peace; as she has done with her brothers, accepting that they aren’t going to join her. Instead, she is living in the present and looking forward to the future.

She has started dating again. And, while isn’t quite ready for human children (and not entirely sure if she wants them now), has some avian children that are her world.

Luisa didn’t really having anything to work through reading her death. She just doesn’t like snakes. She doesn’t protest it as much as she did initially, but she’ll bring it up jokingly every now and then.

She had a bit of a depressive episode during August. Her dog, Kuzco, had slowly become sick over July and, though she and the vets tried to keep him going, it was ultimately decided that it would be for the best to put him down. She has made it out of that now and taken a similar approach to Dolores in letting the past go.

She believes that by having a pet donkey, she will be able to be even happier but Dolores keeps saying no for some strange reason…

[asexualbuthorny]

I’m a background character but the villain’s mine pt.5

CW: past toxic relationships, future smut, fear of SA, snuggling and cuddling, Mpreg mention, Mendella is confusion, reader continues to simp

I’m a background character but the villain’s mine pt.5

CW: past toxic relationships, future smut, fear of SA, snuggling and cuddling, Mpreg mention, Mendella is confusion, reader continues to simp

      Your and Mendellas wedding was almost pathetically small and quick. You didn’t mind of course since you didn’t really like large crowds or big and loud events that dragged on for hours. Your poor brothers were almost always the unfortunate witnesses to any tantrums caused by fear or discomfort. They were very understanding and more often than not tried to help you get some piece in some way. When you told them about your marriage and to whom you were getting married to your brothers got a little concerned before quickly realizing that you were after all in your right mind and knew what you were doing. Warnings and wishes for you to be safe and careful were exchanged but your family was supportive of your union. Your father sadly couldn’t make it to the ceremony since he was retired and traveling the world and the timing of your wedding didn’t give him any time to come back. He did send a present though so that was nice of him. Now as for Mendellas family...They looked as haughty and arrogant as ever. Walking around as if they owned the place *tch*. You were kind of ready to leap at your brides brothers throat because of the way the other man was looking at Mendella. Like the most radiant person in the world was nothing more than an eyesore. You were lowkey fuming but also had to hold yourself back from purring way too loud during the ceremony ‘cause of how happy you were. Mendella looked more relieved too as the event came to an end. He was really eager to get away from his family you guessed.....

     Finally. Finally Mendella could breath a sigh of relief as his marriage to (Name)(Lastname) became official. Now his family could do absolutely nothing to him as the contract they all signed stated that he now fully belonged to the other lord. Belonging to someone as if he were mere property hurt his pride but this was better than being forced into the bed of a man almost thrice his age (and from what little interaction they had (Name) really didn’t seem that bad). Since everyone wanted to end this whole thing as quick as possible there was no banquet and after the official part and brief congratulations from both families everyone went their own ways. To say that Mendella wasn’t anxious would have been a lie because now he had satisfying his new husband to worry about and the last thing he needed was another failed pairing. He had to make their first married night memorable lest his savior gets disappointed. Mendella did promise to make it worthwhile and he will. Not matter how painful or humiliating it gets....

     Once you and your now husband arrived at your home you were ready to lay down and spend the rest of the day sleeping beside the best person in the world. Oh how you longed to hold him, to cuddle with him on your warm and soft bed, to kiss him anywhere and everywhere he would let you, to shower him with gifts and love. “Ah~ my dear husband. The ceremony may be over but I still have one last thing for you before we go rest” after saying that you cringe inwardly because seriously? How lame could you get? Is it appropriate to call him that? Should you have waited? What even is social interaction? Stopping your thoughts you go and retrieve the gift you’ve had prepared a long ass time ago. The present was born from a frankly insane delusion and a hyper fixation that followed. You hadn’t slept for a long time and began thinking how you could possibly wow the only person who shined in your heart. And since you knew that crystal flowers were your main big thing and Mendella hated things that were useless and obstinate you created fully crystal flowers that would never wilt and remain beautiful and shiny forever. When you presented the omega with the flowers his ears perked up in visible interest since nowhere else had he ever seen fully crystal flowers. “Wha-? How? For me?” “Yes for you. How I made them is a secret but I knew you disliked useless and temporary things so I made you something that would stay forever and actually has a use!” you interrupted his stuttering while enjoying his flustered expression very much. ‘Did I do good? Do you like me? Am I being a good husband?’. The questions in your head were endless...

     To gift him something like this...What was your angle? Mendella wasn’t even sure what was going on anymore. You made those flowers especially for him. What could Mendella do to be even with you pay everything back was beyond him. Just what would you have him do? The omegas imagination immediately conjured up images of being pinned beneath you and being fucked painfully while you degrade him and whisper promises of even more pain in his ear. Would you demand heirs of him right away? It would be very difficult to get pregnant when not in heat, drugs existed of  course, but from what Mendella knew drug induced heats could be dangerous so he sincerely hoped you wouldn’t force that on him....

     It was finally evening and you all could rest after a frankly exhausting day. You were in the room that was prepared for you and Mendella for your “wedding night”. You were sweating once again because who wouldn’t be pouring buckets in this situation? You were both almost naked! “(Name) we should- we should preform our ah marital duties” Mendella whispered so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him. Your ears twitched. You felt yourself begin to blush. “HUh!? Uh yea sure duties yea” you were really a master at making a fool out of yourself weren’t you?....

    You two shuffled around on the bed until Mendella laid beneath you your eyes meeting as you tried to calm yourself. Although...Something was wrong. The more you looked at your husband the more your stomach churned. He didn’t look like he wanted this at all. In fact he looked like he would rather be anywhere else than here, with you. You were getting sick. You can’t do it. Not like this. “Mendella. I-I can’t. I’m sorry it’s just that-that you look like I’ll kill you if you breathe wrong. I-I don’t know” you mumbled as you got off of him and sat at the edge of the bed. “Bu-Wait! We must! We-” the omega got up as well and scooted closer to you in an attempt to get you to do what you were “supposed to”. You turn to look at him “We don’t have to do anything.” you huff “It’s no ones business what we do in the bedroom” “I don’t want to do anything if you don’t truly want it” you tried to placate the man next to you. Mendellas ears were pressed firmly against his head as he tried to think of what to do. “But it’s my duty to satisfy you. You know that I’m sure” the omega tried again. You tsk-ed as you took your husbands hands in your own. “My dear I’ll be honest with you. I could go my entire life without having sex with you if you never wanted it. I have a perfectly functional hand and access to more toys than most people could imagine.” “What about a mistress?” the stars of the universe asked you. “I would rather swallow glass than betray you in that way. The day we were married I became yours just as much as you became mine.”. You kiss his hands and your tail slowly and gently winds itself around his own. “My dear husband” you begin “May I hold you tonight? Nothing more I just wish to be near you. You can say no and I’ll leave or sleep on the floor. Anything to make you most comfortable”. Mendella sat there for a bit before his ears relaxed and his tail gently squeezed yours. “I’ll allow you to hold me for the night. It would reflect badly on us if the groom got kicked out of the marital bed.”. You purred with with happiness and your noises got even louder as the two of you got beneath the covers. You made sure to hold him gently as you nuzzled into his hair. Your warmth seeped into Mendellas skin as he relaxed into your hold. You two laid there, your tails intertwined as you dozed off to dreamland....

[monggay]

holy fucking shit you guys. um. i came across. a treasure trove. of um, my past self. came across an old group chat w some friends back when i was like, 12-13, and. holy shit.

good news: apparently i did use to be somewhat talkative and not quite as anxious to talk and interact ! i used to be able to carry conversations! not well or inawkwardly but very much plenty! i used to be able to talk and joke around without taking a million psychic damage just trying to send a message and even just saying whats on my mind carefree without being anxious that itll be weird or that they didnt want me to say that or that i didnt have to scramble for words or be unable to come up with quips or anything to reply other than just 'lol' or 'lmao'!! i feel like these days i only know how to talk and word things in a given or meme way aka all my vocabulary is just. tumblr memes.

bad news: holy fucking shit i was so cringe. like. on another level. on levels unimaginable. i was straight up just. weird. you know, horny preteen discovering sex jokes and crude language and sex humor for the first time? straight up had no filter, loved to ramble, except also had zero social sense still and rambled to a weird and overly and uncomfortable degree where it was just awkward and often said things that just. made the conversation weird? i embraced that weirdness and like, good on me i guess, but i think i just usually ended up saying things? blurting anything on my mind, that well. technically arent bad? or seriously fucked up or anything but just like. will probably haunt me for the rest of my life if i look at it now.

also like. i dont remember any of it ??????? i vaguely remember a Few conversations, but a lot of it? just straight up. unfamiliar to me who the fuck is that i dont remember saying any of that shit that past me is so fundamentally different and alien to me i literally dont recognize or remember anything i did then anymore

apparently i was just a giant nerd who read way too much smut and was just a little too unashamed and had very little sense of appropriateness which yeah i get given my age then its that. age of you know. just got exposed to people being vulgar, recently transitioned to high school from elementary, which is probably like. a way more. fucked up thing that people realize sometimes. cause in elementary i always thought i was still like you know. a little kid. but going into high school (which is younger than in US hs, at 12 y/o) youre suddenly treated or like, expected? to be older? more knowleadgeable? you know that thing about how kids these days are all trying to be adults now and how theres really no more media like the disney teenage live shows that separate little girl to grown lady? i think that jut like, hit me a lot in 7-8th grade + the introduction of nsfw shit and fandom and the internet (cause like. i did not have internet in elementary school, At All. and then suddenly in high school i was supposed to have a messenger account for school, i had a phone, i could use the laptop, i think i had a weird relationship w the internet then, cause at that point all my friends were already exploring facebook and posting etc, but i was so anxious and shy about that already that i just never started (which like, continues to today, i still dont use fb at all, cuase it feels so weird and awkward to start now when i was so adamant against not using it in the past) aaaand ive lost my train of thought and the point of this sentence

[goldie1006]

Chapter 2: Hot Springs

Nearly a week had passed since Yamiko had returned and the swordsman that accompanied her was now in stable condition. She visited the slayer daily until Aoi told her she would send a messenger crow to her estate with any pertinent information as she was impeding treatment.

"Yamiko, I see you are passing through again. How are you?" Shinobu Kocho sat perched on a wall of her estate looking down at her. The Hashira floated down, they were face to face. 

"I am well. I hope to begin my rehabilitation training soon so I will be released back to missions". There was a part of Yamiko that knew Kocho's smile was for show and she wished she would drop it sometimes, at least in front of her. But she admired her inner strength and calm spirit, a trait that she clung to almost as tightly as she did. 

"Well, I know quite a few people seem interested in your rehabilitation training so perhaps you should let them know how you're doing." 

Yamiko whipped around to find a smiling Shinobu Kocho who sounded like she had overheard or gotten some information from a recent interaction with another Hashira.

"Oh, is that so? The birds must be gossiping again?" Yamiko's eyes narrowed toward Kocho. She could have sworn a sly smile appeared before she wished Yamiko safe travels back home. 

As she began her journey home, her crow swooped over her before perching on a nearby fence. She turned toward Kage, her pointer finger flailing as she reprimanded the bird. 

"Kage, what have I told you about gossiping? It's a nasty habit, but most importantly my life is not a source of entertainment for whoever you want to squawk to!" 

The duo continued to argue despite a small audience that watched a few hundred feet away.

"Kurotsuki-San, I don't think I've heard your voice this loud before! I was wondering if your crow was flashier than you were!" Tengen's voice boomed which caused Yamiko's head to snap toward the group in surprise. 

"Oh Lord Tengen, my apologies. Lovely day for a walk I see?" Her form automatically reverted to bowing at the waist, she prayed her hair could cover the blush that was creeping up her chest and neck. 

"Rise young hashira and indeed it is a lovely afternoon!" Her hair danced around her as she straightened up and smiled at the rest of the group containing Rengoku and Iguro. 

Hmm, no Shinazugawa I see. 

She thought as she politely excused herself from the interaction to scurry home. Before she could make it too far, Rengoku's thunderous voice caught her attention. 

"Kurotsuki-San, all the Hashira are going to relax at the springs nearby tonight. I would encourage you to come so you can soak your healing muscles. Even the female hashiras and slayers will have their own spring." He waved before catching up with the others. 

The springs do sound lovely on such a nice evening.

"You should go!"

CAW.

"A certain Hashira will be there!"

CAW.

"I hear you, Kage, no need to tell the nearby town." The irony wasn't lost on Yamiko that her designated crow was loud, a known gossip, and best friends with Tokito's. Some might even say it was intentional. 

A few hours later, she headed to the springs with Mitsuri Kanroji by her side. Kanroji sent a crow to the Butterfly mansion to invite Shinobu Kocho, but they weren't sure if she or Kanao would be there.

"Yamiko-San, I am so happy that you came out despite not having clothes for the springs. I was happy to share my extras with you." 

To say that Yamiko Kurotsuki was anxious would be an understatement. Kanroji practically dragged her out to go to the springs claiming it to be a social event where she could meet the other female slayers. 

"I'm being a good little hashira and doing this for my future relationships." Yamiko muttered as she dragged her feet in the dirt keeping up with her friend. 

"That is right! Relationships are an important part of this job too, not just being battle savvy. We get to wear cute outfits AND you might run into a certain special someone tonight."

A wave of butterflies released from the depths of her stomach and suddenly she felt even more self conscious than before. They finally arrived at the hot springs with the rest of the hashira and other high-ranking slayers. The male and female sides were separated by a large hut that inside divided in two so people could get dressed privately. 

Kanroji wore her swimsuit underneath her haori so she didn't need to go into the hut and many of the female swords-women were already in the springs. As she entered the hut, she saw a glimpse of the men's side, letting her know how with little inattention an easy slip up could happen. 

"With the weird day I have had, that would be the last thing I need." she muttered to herself as she entered the stalls. When she was inside, she was fidgeting with the swimsuit that Kanroji gave her. Shinobu Kocho asked if she was okay because all that she kept hearing disgruntled sighs and pleas to the invisible gods from Yamiko. 

"Kocho-San, this just fits weird." She slinks out of the stall covering her slightly exposed chest with her arms. 

"Well, it appears small on the bottom but it's just us girls. You are quite shorter than Kanroji-san and have more muscles on your bottom half so it will not fit exactly like her but I assure you it's fine." Shinobu offered a reassuring smile before she closed the stall door back and left the hut. 

Following a five-minute pep talk about nobody caring about her legs or scar she headed out the stall. She opened the door that she thought all the rest of the ladies went through and closed it behind her just to turn around and lock eyes with a dozen eyes and quiet stares.

Nothing was heard, except silence and the trickle of water, soon followed by the boy with blonde hair screaming and pointing at her as he showered her with compliments. She was frozen in time, her hand attempted to search for the doorknob behind her but she was struggling amidst the attention from her new admirer. 

"Will you shut up! I'm sure she is embarrassed enough already! This is why girls don't want you around!" Lord Tengen yelled. 

Sensing her embarrassment, Kamado and Tomioka rushed to block her view as she attempted to open the door. 

"It's locked. It's locked." Yamiko kept repeating dumbly. Tears were pooling behind her eyes and sweat on her brow as she wrestled with the door handle. Tanjiro turned to help her, but that meant that more of her body was visible. 

"Young Kurotsuki, don't fret, there is nothing to be embarrassed about here. You would make any man looking for a wife more than happy with your well endowed features and breedable stature." She knew that Lord Tengen meant well but all she could focus on was the fact he called her breedable and her features well-endowed as if she was an animal of good stock looking to be bought for a farm. 

The door continued to stick as Tanjiro and now Tomioka tried to open the door but it seemed like something was blocking it. 

"I agree, mistakes happen and your body is that of a mighty warrior, show it off proudly Kurotsuki!" Rengoku cheered from the springs while he watched all of them struggle with the door.

Tanjiro apologized profusely and the longer she stood there the quicker the blush was rising to her face. 

"Scars are something to be proud of, ask Shinazugawa!" Rengoku added. 

And that's when she realized that all the scars on her legs, thighs, and the one on her chest were more noticeable than Shinobu and Mitsuri had led on. Maybe if they were battle scars or scars from something to be proud of, she wouldn't have been so embarrassed by them. But they weren't and the fact that they were on display in front of her comrades made her want to sink into the shadows forever. Her hand fell off the doorknob and her head silently fell.

"Do you wanna get outta here Kurotsuki?" Tomioka calmly asked. She raised her watery navy eyes to his calm royal blue ones and nodded her head. Yamiko wasn't one for overt displays of emotion in front of other people, but here she was trying to hold back the searing tears that were begging to fall.

Tomioka quickly grabbed his haori and towel from the rocks, grabbed her hand, and pulled Yamiko on the roof of the hut. He wrapped her in his haori while he covered his shoulders in a towel. He picked her up bridal style, lept off of the roof and both of them disappeared into the night. The male springs were quiet as they watched the interaction, but then their attention was drawn to the shaking doorknob. The door suddenly opened and out appeared Muichiro Tokito with his signature dazed expression. 

"Tokito-San have you been trying to get out this whole time?" Obanai Iguro asked with a puzzled look on his face. 

"Yes, it was like the door was jammed or something." He said as he climbed into a small spring nearby leaving them staring at each other in confusion. 

"Tokito, didn't you hear all the commotion on the other side of the door?" Shinazugawa asked as he stood up in the spring. 

Tokito didn't respond. Lord Tengen attempted to redirect the conversation back to himself and his latest battle so the night wasn't lost. 

Shinazugawa fumed that Tomioka had whisked away Yamiko, especially as she wore his haori. THAT enraged him to where he had to leave before he threw the blonde slayer that was still talking about how pretty she was through the hut. Truthfully, Yamiko was beautiful with her oversized Hashira uniform, with only a bit of the scar on her chest was displayed. But once he looked at her in the one piece with her muscular thighs, plump ass and long hair, he felt something primal happen to him. 

"I'm done soaking for the night." He waved as he collected his belongings and left. 

"What's with him?." He heard Uzui interject as he cleared a few feet away from them.

"You're telling me that ogre gets to go comfort that beautiful creature that appeared before us tonight?!" Zenitsu Agatsuma cried as he and Tengen continued to go back and forth until he couldn't hear them anymore. 

There was a sense of pride he felt at the opportunity to comfort her but that quickly changed when he saw Yamiko and Tomioka embraced in a hug outside of her estate while she was still wearing his haori. He stopped in his tracks and in the distance he could hear her sniffling, quietly crying while Tomioka was trying to comfort her. 

"You know I'm thinking this whole elusive personality you try to portray is actually a facade and you're just another attention seeking girl." 

He watched her head lift from Giyu Tomioka's chest to glare at him. Her nose was red and her eyes were still filled with tears. Yamiko pulled back from the embrace, exchanged the haori for the towel, thanked Tomioka before she went inside the gate. 

Sanemi felt bad but then again he didn't. 

"Shinazugawa not everyone deals with their past as neatly as you do." Giyu Tomioka said before he turned on his heels to head back to his own estate.

Well, what does that mean, what a cryptic freak, he thought before walking after Yamiko who was now sitting on her roof looking up at the sky. 

"Are you done being dramatic? Are you on your monthly or something?" He asked.

"I don't need your shit right now Shinazugawa, go bother someone else." Her voice had returned to the calm and composed everyone was used to. Instead of heading her warning, he climbed up and join her sitting on the roof. It was a quiet between them, the only thing to be heard was the crickets.

"I'm not dramatic and I don't need to seek attention. Especially from assholes like you." Yamiko said with a bite in her voice. 

"Yeah, well, tonight seemed like.." Before he could finish his accusation, she cut him off. 

"I grew up hiding beneath my clothes. My body..it's not pretty to look at and I know that." Sanemi sat back and took in her appearance as she continued. 

"My father was a sweet man when he wasn't drinking. But when he drank, he became a monster. My mother ran and hid while I took the brunt of most of the beatings. Most leaving behind ugly scars. He would always tell me that no respectable man would love a woman with a body like mine and I would have no choice but to marry a man just like him."

She looked down at the pebble she toyed with in her hands. 

"Everyone has a story, Yamiko."

He was right, everyone did. But this was HER story. She scoffed at him and threw the pebble, never turning to face him. 

"Isn't it exhausting?" she asked, still looking into the sky. 

"What are you talking about, woman?" His voice was hostile now.

Yamiko turned to look at him with a serene expression on her face. 

"Being so angry all the time. It must be so exhausting and lonely. Everyone has a story, but that doesn't mean that my story still doesn't hurt. And it seems like yours does too." 

Fuck.

Sanemi was lost for words for the first time in his adult life as he stared into her hazy eyes. She was right. He diverted his eyes away from her to stare at the same sky. 

"Hmph, you wouldn't understand," he said gruffly. 

Yamiko stood up, the towel still draped around her shoulders. 

"Seems like we don't understand each other, doesn't it? Well, I should get to bed, I have a mission coming up in the next few days. Safe travels home, Shinazugawa."

As she was about to jump down from the rafters, she heard a quiet raspy voice utter, "Your body is not bad to look at. Don't be an idiot and believe that." 

His words stunned her a bit, it was almost if he was being kind? She offered him a sweet smile but inside she wanted to hug him for the reassurance everyone avoided to give her about the scars. 

The door shut below him and Sanemi got up to head home.

I guess our sparing session will have to wait until she gets back. 

[fallinfl0wers]

hii! since ur requests are open could i request childe, thoma, yoimiya and nilou with a reader who has social anxiety/trouble socialising? if this prompt makes you uncomfortable, feel free to delete my ask! thanks 💗

fandom: genshin impact characters: childe, thoma, yoimiya, nilou reader type: gender neutral genre: general, fluff, comfort warnings: reader has social anxiety notes: as a person who has social anxiety, this was so sweet to write &lt;3

Childe

Childe is great at socializing, actually. As an extrovert, he really has no trouble talking to people regardless of his or their intentions.

The first time he saw you freezing out of social anxiety took him aback, as it happened in what to him was a situation that could be easily solved.

Just the typical moment when the waiter gives you the wrong dish, and you can't find it in yourself to call out to them to communicate the issue.

He was that "Excuse me? They asked for no pickles!" meme lmao.

That's usually what he does when he sees a situation is too much for you no matter how much you're trying, he steps in to save your poor anxious heart

Encourages you to go out there and talk to people at your own pace- he will go right behind you!

Go shop for a small thing, borrow a book from the library, say hello to your coworkers, just walk around "on your own", he will be a couple of steps behind so you're not truly alone but also relying more on yourself.

He won't ever force you though, he'd rather you take your tiny slow steps to cope and deal with your anxiety than to force you into a distressing situation.

Thoma

Thoma, too is great at socializing. One of the best in this list tbh

He finds it both cute and worrying how shy you can get when it comes to socializing.

Once he realized that your problem went beyond the realms of shyness and straight into anxiety, his worry shoot up to the skies.

But he won't let you deal with this alone, nope nope!

The best way to fight fear is facing it directly! So, when he has to run errands around the city, he'll ask you to come with him.

Inserts you in social situations by bringing you out more often, letting you get used to people existing around you, and showing you how he negotiates and bargains.

Will practice speaking up with you, might even bring a couple trinkets to use as costumes to play the part of random strangers!

Your biggest supporter, will take you home when things get too hard for you, no matter what.

Yoimiya

Oh sweetheart, you shall never worry! Yoimiya's got your back now and forever!

It really pains her to see you freeze with fear when a social interaction is too much for you, so trust her to always stick by you and ease any possible awkwardness!

When walking through town, she will always hold onto your hand, filling the air with her voice to try to make you comfortable.

Interacting with people is very hard and scary for you, so she had the idea of bringing you with her when she's running errands, much like Thoma, so that you can see how she interacts and talks with other people.

Always reminds you to take it easy! You're already making big steps towards controlling your anxiety by going out every day and buying things you need.

She'll bring you along to play with the children or to shoot fireworks, hoping that while having fun, you'll relax enough to speak up a bit more.

When something is too much, she'll pull you away from the situation and ask if you want to go home. If you say yes, she'll go with you, but if you insist on staying, she'll keep more of a close eye on you.

Nilou

She hugs you when you tell her you have social anxiety.

It's okay! Nilou will be with you the entire way, so please, rest assured. She will extend her hand and let you take it as much as you need.

She's a sweet girl, polite and humble, so most of her advice to you will be to remind you to stay polite towards people you don't know- most of those people won't expect more than that from you, so it'll be okay.

Privately dances with you and tells you to imagine you're standing on stage with her. Let your body do the talking, release your stress and express yourself with your movements together with her!

She's heard that acting helps people who are bad at speaking or lack confidence... so maybe she could ask someone at the Grand Bazaar to help you with that?

Much like the others, Nilou will want you to tag along with her and will tag along with you if you feel like you can't go out alone.

Lets you try to do all the talking, but if you get too stuck in your anxiety, she comes to your rescue and speaks for you.

Nilou won't ever get frustrated with you, so don't worry! No matter how many times you stumble in your words, she will always be there for you!

fallinfl0wers. 2022.

[puzzledmemories]

((hello everyone! again! it's been like. a month. again.))

((work was making me super anxious. we had this ongoing situation with a client where, to keep things brief and anonymous, the rest of my team was getting harassed by this client, and i was the only person they would come to for like, assistance or any sort of communication that didn't end sour. i'm not even assigned to this client and there was like, stuff going on where my one co-worker probably should've straight up called the police... it was really bad, and i was both stressed out about being the only person who this client would interact positively (or even neutrally) with, and the possibility that this client would turn on me, i'd start getting harassed, and all bridges between this client and my team would be burned when like, we have to offer this guy services because of how the program i work for works. the client randomly complimented me one day on a day we didn't even interact otherwise in a way that made me feel really...weird, because of the specific situation. it's been weighing on me super heavily. things are just finally calming down and things seem to be okay now, but, i'm still kinda recovering from it.))

((on top of that, at home we've had constant issues with our septic system and even had an issue with our washing machine at the same time.))

((i was so stressed out all the time and just constantly socially burnt out that i've basically been unable to do any non-essential communication. i get anxious about communication to begin with, but it's just been too much for me to handle. i have been trying to push myself to get back on here for weeks. this is me. uh. trying to come back again. take 3! ever since i got super sick that one time i haven't been able to keep up my rhythm here, and i feel so bad about it. everyone here is so nice and welcoming and fun to interact with, and i want to be here so bad, and i don't want to make anyone feel bad by the fact that i haven't been here because it's not personal or purposeful by any means, but i've basically been at my limit of what i can emotionally and mentally handle. now that things at work are, uh, calming down... i think i can start to breathe, and i think i can start to push myself to get back on here more again, if you all will have me still.))

((my queue's run dry, i see, so i'll have to work to refill it... but it's late tonight, and i've been trying to just sike myself up to get on here and apologize for being absent for hours. i'm going to make this push tomorrow. a new month for a fresh start, i suppose! i'll be trying to go through my activity and find replies i owe, and reply to dms i've been sent. feel free to reach out to me, whether we've dmed before or not, if you have a reply i owe you want to make sure i don't miss, if you just wanna chat, or any reason really. feel free to ask for my discord, too. i've missed you all so so much and i wish i could be better about being on here again for you all. i want to try to be because i miss getting on here every day and interacting with everyone, and it's not that i haven't had the time, it's been an issue of energy and work stress. once i'm caught up on activity and i'm in a good groove for dms, i'll work on replies.))

((i'm very sorry, again, about disappearing, again. everyone here has been so cool and nice to me and fun, but my extra stress just made it hard to just, be here. or on tumblr at all, because for a long while i couldn't even touch my personal blog. i am going to try very hard to be the kind of person you all deserve to have around. it's a lot to live up to. but, i'm gonna do my best!))

((starting tomorrow, i will be trying my best!))

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

can you pls pls pls write a fanfic about extroverted pavitr showing off his gf to his friends (the reader is rly shy)

I Would Never Fall Unless It's You

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Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x shy!gn!reader Summary: "See", Gwen says, "I keep telling you, Y/N's a keeper!" Pavitr blushes, rubbing the nape of his neck shyly as he gazes into your eyes. Your eyelids flutter, pink coating your cheeks eventhough your eyes can't stop following him. He's radiant. Maybe you truly are made for each other.

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🎶"I would never fall in love again until I found her I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into" I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her I found you"🎶 Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez

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"So...", dragged Miles, looking between his two friends as he scratches the nape of his neck. "Do we say who we are, or..?"

"I think Y/N knows already", Gwen says, resting one hand on her hip as she looks at the Brit for confirmation. "At least that we're spider-people; not sure about that multiverse part."

Hobie nods. "Yeah, Y/N caught him climbing in from the window wearing the suit and eating a vadapav. I mean, bruv!"

"Looks like they're here!", Peter. B points out and they turn to look, taking off their masks.

"HEY GUYSSS!"

Pavitr's voice is heard from a mile away as he swings from the opposite building in one swift motion, cradling a squealing you to his chest. He lands smoothly on the secluded terrace with a soft thud.

Your hold onto him to stop your legs from wobbling, still not used to swinging in the air yet.

"Don't worry, meri jaan", he assures you softly, "I've got you."

With a gentle peck to your cheek, he loosens his grip on your waist and guides you to his friends, removing his mask and tucking it in his pocket.

Pav and his friends seem to have a theme in their choice of clothing: spandex with spider designs and masks bearing similar eye lenses.

You knew that Pavitr Prabhakar, your former bestfriend and the guy you had been crushing on since the 6th grade, was Spider-Man. The very same guy who the entire city is trying to capture, even though he's only been doing good. The vigilante hero, the people's prince -who is also, incidentally, your spectacular boyfriend. Of course, you're proud! But it's a tad intimidating to see more superhuman people like him in the same place, and in similar clothing.

Pavitr's lush raven curls dance in the wind before he tames them, flipping them to stay on one side. Resisting the urge to run your fingers through them, you content yourself to just admiring it for now. It is a source of envy to most people.

"Awww, look at you two lovebirds!"

Peter. B's cooing startles you out of your reverie and you realize you've been making heart eyes at each other, adorable pink noses brushing against the other cozily.

It was only slightly embarrassing.

You knew all his friends' names from the pics he shared but this is the first time you meet them in person, and frankly, you're a bit anxious.

Generally, you're a shy and introverted person; not really much on the socializing side. So when it came to interaction with strangers, you found it quite difficult to keep up with Pavitr's pace, who has no hesitation to make small talk. But you try, for him, hoping his friends won't hate you at first glance.

They were important to him and he was important to you.

Pavitr initiates as usual, trying to ease you into the conversation (he's The best boyfriend), while you try to hide yourself behind him, staying close to his warm shoulder. You're still a bit shy..

He points at each one as he introduces them. "You know Hobie, this is Gwen, Miles and Peter. B. Miguel is spying us from afar", he jokes.

You remember the Brit from the bridge collapse incident. You had been at the wrong place at the wrong time and Pav had been too far away to help you. It was Hobie who had saved you that day though you hadn't known any of them back then.

"And this is meri jaan, Y/N Y/L/N", he says, resting his head against yours as he pulls you closer. "My life."

Peter B coos just for the sake of seeing Pavitr blush.

"Hi, hello!", you greet with a shy wave, extending a hand to each of them. When you get to Hobie, who is the last, you thank him from the bottom of your heart. "I never had a chance to tell you before, but you're the reason I'm standing here today and I'm very, very grateful for it."

Hobie smiles, shaking your hand firmly. The Mumbattanite has told him before how thankful he himself is for it. "Hey, it's what I do"

"Do you know how well Y/N draws?", Pavitr says proudly, "You guys have got to see them!"

"Oh, so what do you do?", Hobie asks. You can see he's trying to make you feel included and you're very thankful for it. Pavitr has often spoken of him as being the Big Brother he never had, and you feel you can relate to it too.

"Mostly portraits", you reply, intertwining your hand with Pav's as he rubs his thumb in smoothing circles, encouraging you further. "But sometimes watercolors too, if I have enough patience", you joke.

"Wait, you do watercolors? That's the hardest there is!"

"I know, right! But they're so detailed and realistic -You've got to see these pictures!"

Pavitr whips out his phone and starts showing off the pics he took of your paintings. You watch him as he excitedly explains every one of them with so much passion that surprises you. Never have you known he was so invested in your pictures nor that he observed so much!

"Wow! Can you draw me?", Miles asks, eyes wide with excitement. "And me?", Peter. B joins, practically jumping as you agree with a nod.

Hobie pretends to give a long-suffering sigh. "Kids."

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You've spent almost the entire evening with the Spideys drawing stuff, eating hotdogs and swinging from building to building. Initially it seemed too much, but after the pressure of making a good first impression bled away, you had a ton of fun! Peter. B even gave you some tips on how to use your weight to your advantage while swinging.

Licking your ice-cream, you notice Pavitr has smeared some on the corner of his lips and reach up to wipe it away.

"See", Gwen says, "I keep telling you, Y/N's a keeper!"

Pavitr blushes, rubbing the nape of his neck shyly as he gazes into your eyes. Your eyelids flutter, pink coating your cheeks even though your eyes can't stop following him. He's radiant.

Maybe you truly are made for each other.

A sudden ringtone startles you out of your reverie and Miles asks you all to watch in silence as Peter B answers a call from his wife. Apparently, Peter B has left his web solution lying around carelessly and May Parker is now stuck to the ceiling upside down, trying to play with it.

Pavitr snickers, Gwen and you giggle quietly while Miles and Hobie fall on their sides laughing as Peter B poorly tries to defend himself to Mary-Jane.

You comment a pun, not really aware that you said it out loud but cup your mouth as soon as you realize it, feeling they might be offended -that's the last thing you want. To the contrary, however, they actually seem to enjoy it.

"That's it, you're now officially my sibling!", Hobie claims, encouraging you with a pat on your back.

You're already growing to like them, feeling thrilled to get to know them more.

Miles and Gwen give you a high-five as Peter B pretends to be offended, but everyone knows he's only a second away from applauding you for that pun. He caves in and eventually laughs, everyone joining in as the conversation turns to a boomerang video edit of the embarrassing dance moves Pavitr did last week.

"HEY! You promised you deleted that thing!!"

Pavitr starts chasing Miles around, jumping from street lamps and poles, oblivious to Gwen capturing that on her phone too. She turns to you, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Which song do you think suits this?" 

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Hope you like it! Thank you for reading <3

A/N: I swear I'm trying to work on the other prompts buttttttt ARGH LIFE!!!! (((OMG ALMOST FORGOT FLUFFTOBERRRRRR!!!!!)))