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primofate · 3 years ago

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Genshin [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] What it’s like to be their manager Headcanons

Note: I think a lot of people misunderstand the role of the manager XD It’s not that the whole team is dating you. It’s that the whole team treats you like their family/sister. So you’d better bet that all of them are gunna be hella protective of you XD

Scenario: What do you do for the team and what do they do for you? :D

Warnings: not proofread, fluffy, might have some swear words, platonic relationships

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Tartaglia, Kazuha, Xiao, Tohma, reader as the team manager

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Genshin Volleyball Team manager

It’s just fuckin’ chaos

On your first day you’re already bombarded with questions by Tartaglia and Kaeya

“So which class are you?” “What’s your height?” “Are you single?”

Captain Zhongli just cannot be bothered to reign them in anymore.

So Vice Captain Diluc does it and grabs their collars. “You idiots, you’re scaring her off!”

Possibly Kazuha and Tohma are the ones you really try to rely on, on your first few weeks.

So how do you gain the trust of your team? Let’s start with each player shall we?

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

Zhongli is just handsome and mature. He’s strict and needs to be the pillar of the team.

You’re intimidated by him the first few weeks and he just seems...a little far. He’s always so focused that you can’t seem to catch a moment to just chat with him.

There’s a day where you notice that his form is a little off, you suspect that he hurt his wrist a little.

You fidget uncomfortably in the gym as they practice, but finally turn to the coach “U-Umm... The captain is... I mean! I’m not sure, but... I think he needs to take a rest,”

The coach calls for someone to substitute Zhongli and suddenly asks you to check on him.

“Huh?! Me?!” the coach pushes you towards him, and Zhongli is just looking at you quizzically, you can practically see the question mark on his face.

“C-Captain, d-do you need some bandages on your wrist?”

Zhongli is taken aback, but silently puts his right wrist out for you to wrap.

Only when you’re done tending to it does he look you in the eye and ask.

“How did you know?”

“...Because I always watch, and all I can do is watch. If I can’t even spot that out then I’m not a very good manager am I?”

Zhongli has a newfound respect for you. He thought you were just a meek and shy thing sitting around and passing them balls but he feels his heart swell that someone like you is seriously watching over them.

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

Diluc is probably the second hardest to get along with or break the ice with.

But he gradually warms up to you when he notices that he’s always the first one you pass a towel and water bottle to.

You’re not doing that on purpose, it’s just him who always comes up first.

After a few days he deliberately goes to you faster cause he always wants to be the one to receive a water bottle and towel from you first. Secretly a puppy.

The moment he realized that you were reliable was when you stayed behind to help him practice when everyone else went home already.

You didn’t let up in your constant praise of “nice receive��, “great spike!” and “that’s so cool!”

He thinks he saw stars in your eyes at some point.

“Hey, Diluc, it’s getting late, let’s leave some energy for tomorrow, yeah?” he could tell from your mannerisms that you were tired too, but you tried not to let it show on your face and still cleaned up with him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then!” you wave but you’re stopped by a quick. “No,” from him. You tilt your head in wonder and he just looks at you as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“It’s late, I’ll walk you home,”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

You don’t have to impress this guy, anyone of the female gender impresses him.

lol jk

safe to say it’s not difficult to befriend Kaeya, just bring him a cheering squad and some food.

all jokes aside the way to this guy’s heart is through his stomach.

He’s not a particularly hungry person but there’s this one time he forgot to bring lunch. He was running late, or something of that sort, honestly not something new for him.

He ALSO didn’t bring money so he couldn’t eat food from the cafeteria.

Ask his friends for money you say? Tartaglia would go, “Haha no way!” Albedo would go, “Let this be a lesson for you,” his brother would go “Serves you right,”

By club time he’s famished and dramatic. “Guys, go on without me, this is as far as I go,” as he sprawls on the gym floor.

You ask if he’s okay and he doesn’t answer so Diluc is the one that answers for him. “He forgot his lunch, as always,”

You make a sound of understanding and the next thing you know you’re taking out a lunch box and Kaeya has lifted his head up, sensing food.

“I packed onigiri for everyone today, actually... In case someone was hungry. It’s not much but--”

Kaeya comes alive from the dead and clutches your hands to his chest. “Manager you really are an angel,”

Diluc jump kicks him away from you.

#4 Albedo (Setter)

You also don’t know how to approach this guy

He always looks mad or stoic or something. Like he’s always thinking about something.

He low key actually is always thinking about play strategies and how to set the ball better for his teammates.

You really do think he works so hard while the game is going on, so you decide to help him out a little bit.

You watch a few more of their games and somehow come up with a list of what kinds of sets are better for each different spiker in the team.

There’s surprise in his eyes when you pass the document to him and modestly exclaim “...but, it might not be accurate, since I’m not that experienced,”

He still nods and says “...It’s the thought that counts,”

When he does read your report and try the techniques out he notices that it does hold some merit in it

Is amazed like how Zhongli is amazed. He thought you were just there to hand them bottles and cheer for them but he had never been so wrong as to what a manager’s role is.

Will trust you enough to ask you about his set performance.

Will sometimes slam Kaeya with an insult. “Kaeya, your spike sense is horrid, Y/N can read the moves better than you,”

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

It’s not that he has a hard time trusting people but let’s just say he has the tendency to make you feel like he likes you but then he actually does that to everyone.

For example: He’ll throw compliments like “Oh that’s amazing Y/N!” but then back in the classroom you’ll hear him say “Oh that’s amazing!” to, like, every other person.

That kinda disappoints you cause then the comment doesn’t really hold that much meaning to it if he keeps on saying it to others too.

He encounters a crisis mid year because this guy is just... he struggles with his grades.

Captain Zhongli has told him he can’t play volleyball if he fails even one subject.

This boy is panicking and has semi-accepted this is the end of his volleyball career.

So you offer to study with him and he’s legit stoked.

Intensive and strict study sessions commence. Note taking, pop quizzes, surprise questions and even sudden random calls from you wherein you ask him a question and he has to answer within 5 seconds.

You’ve pulled all the study techniques you know here, this man better pass everything.

Welp, he still fails History....but since he worked so hard Captain Zhongli excuses it.

He’s so happy that he can’t hold back the stupidly wide smile on his face. He turns to you and for the very very first time in months, he bows and THANKS you.

You realize that he’s never thanked you before. Not even when you pass him water bottles or towels.

You consider it a win, getting rare and sincere appreciation from him.

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

One of the easiest to get along with but at the same time, he’s so mature that you feel like you’re not even in the same age range as him.

Definitely someone you can count on though, so you ask him many questions on the first week.

Still, it’s one of those things where you can kind of talk to him but there’s still a wall between you two.

One day while walking around in school there were these boys who were commenting about his height, and questioning his abilities as a volleyball team member.

You didn’t really think much about it when you speak up, “But he’s a really good middle blocker and spiker,”

Those boys look at you weirdly and you realize that you’ve unconsciously spoken up. So you hurriedly walk away.

Little did you know that Kazuha was in some secret corner and heard the whole thing.

Just like that, the next day, it seems as if the wall between you two was gone, and you’re able to talk freely.

That, and he seemed to like asking you to help him practice his spikes and throw balls for him now.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

is deceivingly easy to get along with. Just has a rough exterior but is actually a softie if you squint.

You know this because there are subtle things he does.

He doesn’t speak to you much but then he would be the one picking up the balls with you, or sometimes there’s magically a new set of clean towels on the bench that you don’t remember taking out from the storage room.

This guy is passionate for the game, so he really beats himself up when he isn’t able to receive a ball during actual games.

You worry about his mentality sometimes. I mean, it’s a team game, it’s not like he alone can save the whole game

So you talk to him about it the other day

“You’re already a really good libero Xiao, I mean... I’m not saying you should stop practicing but you don’t have to feel so bad...” you pause because this doesn’t feel like the message you want to convey

“Sorry, what I mean is... You CAN feel bad, but share the burden with your team, you know?”

He knows what you’re saying and contemplates it for a while. He knows that his team has his back, but sometimes just needs reminder about it.

He looks at you and asks, “...Can I share the burden with you too?”

You blink “Huh?”

“You said I can share the burden with my team, but can I share it with you too?”

There is a blush on his cheeks at this point.

“Oh, yea! Of course! I don’t play but I’m still part of the team you know!”

Ever since then, during games, if he feels a little frustrated he’d glance at you on the bench and you’d give him a thumbs up for a job well done.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

You’re like bffs the moment you see each other

lol jk

You’re still awkward with him the first few days cause that’s just how first meetings are.

But he is very easy to talk to and always makes you feel at ease

Will always be the one to ask how you are if you need any help or if class was okay in general

Seems like the type of person to care more about others than himself

So he’s surprised when you come into the gym and you beat him to asking his usual questions.

“Tohma, how are you today? Did you have a proper lunch?”

“Tohma, are you getting tired? Want some water?”

“Tohma, how was class today?”

All the other members of the team turn to look at the two of you, thinking ‘Why does Tohma get extra attention?’

Tohma certainly doesn’t get extra attention you just TALK to him more. The other members deadass are also getting cared for by you, just in different ways.

This boy has some insecurities though, when it comes to playing the game. He hasn’t been in it for long so he’s the least experienced and that gets to him sometimes.

“Oh, really? But you play really well! I couldn’t tell that you’re new”

His serves are really amazing though.

“Also! You always score points for us with the serves. Sometimes, your serves are my favourite part of the game!”

Has practiced extra hard so as not to let you down.

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something-tofightfor · 2 years ago

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It’s Dangerous To Fall In Love I: Strike the Match Now

Pairing: Nick Caldwel (Fire Meet Gasoline) x Female Reader, Nick Caldwel x Elena Ruez (Heidi Klum’s character)

Word Count: 10,491

Rating: M

Blanket warnings for this whole story: Crime, death, blood, injury, violence, abandonment, anger, sadness, mentions of jail/prison time, terminal illness, adultery, mentions of domestic violence and emotional abuse

Summary: The phone rings in the middle of the night, and it’s a call from someone you never thought you’d hear from again. And this isn’t just any call - it’s one that draws you into a situation that seems almost impossible to comprehend.

Author’s note: I watched the FMG video again the other night because I sent the link to someone, and pretty much before it was over, the gears were turning. I have no idea who will read or like this one... but it’s getting written and I hope some of you like it.

This is going to be darker than the other stuff I write - lots of heavy themes, so please pay attention to the warnings listed above. Not everything will be in play in every chapter, but I want you to know what you’re getting into.

The first chapter is just to see what kind of interest there is for this story - I’m 27k into it right now, so the whole thing should be done and posted relatively fast.

Honest feedback on this is appreciated. I am looking for questions, concerns and criticism. Don’t be afraid to reach out.

Thank you for reading.

It’s Dangerous to Fall in Love Masterlist

You had no idea what time it was, but you could hear that your phone was ringing in the other room. Eyes moving to the right, you squinted into the darkness, searching for the tiny glowing numbers on the alarm clock.

2:10 AM

Whoever this is better have a good reason for calling me. Before you could swing your feet out of the bed, the noise stopped, your phone going silent. Maybe it was a wrong number. But just as you had the thought, the sound started again, almost louder than it had been only moments earlier, even though you knew it was impossible.

The repeated call had you jumping out of bed, bare feet padding across the floor and out into the hallway as you made your way into the living room and to where you’d left the device. It was wedged between the pillows on the couch and when you picked it up, you saw that the person trying to reach you was doing so from an unknown number.

Your finger hesitated over the button and the screen went dark again, but the third call came almost immediately, the vibration and the sound making you gasp into the darkness. Answer it. If they’ve called three times, it’s important. “Hello?” Holding the device to your ear, you waited. And waited. And continued to wait - the only sound on the other end quiet breathing. “I’m going to hang up if you don’t -”

You froze at the reply, the sound - a single word - spoken in such a hesitant tone that at first you thought you’d imagined it. Calabaza. Only one person had ever called you that, and you hadn’t heard from him in more than a year. But the word was repeated, along with your actual name, and you dropped onto the couch, eyes closed and your fingers wrapped tightly around the device. Oh, no.

“Nick? Are you…” Your voice shook - and you hated yourself for it. “It’s two in the morning, I -”

“I need you.” You heard it then, the way his voice was shaking too, the slight catch at the end of the declaration. “I need… help.” He cleared his throat and then coughed, repeating your name. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have called. I don’t even know where you’re at right now, I …”

“I’m right where you left me, Nick.” It was a low blow, but you couldn’t help it. No matter what he was saying now, you still hadn’t forgiven him for what he’d done then, and you didn’t know if you ever would. “Where are you?”

“Arizona. Some motel called the El Rey.” He groaned. “I shouldn’t have called. I’m sorry.” He went quiet, and you didn’t know what to say. Why is he calling me? “Thank you for answering.” The line went dead before you had a chance to respond, and you pulled the phone away from your ear, mouth hanging open.

“What the fuck?” Dropping the phone back onto the couch, you stood and began pacing around the dark room, both hands gripping your neck. Why did he call me? What did he want? The phone didn’t ring again, but a few minutes later, you stopped pacing, picking it back up and swiping your finger over the screen to unlock it. You could call him back - you had the number that he’d called from, but that seemed almost too easy, and you had no idea what to say. He said he needs help.

Biting down on your lower lip, you sat on the edge of the cushions, staring at the screen. If Nick was calling you after a year of radio silence - at 2 in the morning - there had to be a reason. And a really good one. Taking a breath, you clicked the Internet browser open, fingers hesitating over the search bar. He said he was at the El Rey.

It took a few minutes of searching, but when you found the motel on the map - over an hour away from you and in the middle of nowhere, you realized that Nick really did need help. There’s no way he’d stay somewhere like that. Unless…

Despite the uncertainty you felt about seeing him again after so long - and ending things on such bad terms - you had your shoes on and keys in hand by 2:30 … and were on Route 60 heading east only a few minutes after that.

—

Pulling into the parking lot, you realized that the place was nearly deserted - the only cars present aside from yours a small SUV parked near the rental office and a minivan with Kentucky plates in the center of the lot. It was a little before 4 am, and all of the lights in the rooms were off - except for one in the corner of the building. There was a faint glow coming from behind the curtains, and you felt your heart hammering in your chest at the sight. It’s got to be…

Even though you were almost certain that he was in that room, you still realized how terrible an idea it was to knock on a motel door at 4 am. So you lifted your phone, closing out of Google Maps, and pressed your finger against the screen over your most recent call. If he doesn’t answer, at least I can rent a room and sleep for a few hours. But the man did answer, your name hesitantly leaving his mouth as soon as he picked up. “I’m here, Nick. What room are you in.”

“You’re… what?” He sounded more alert, and you watched as another light flipped on in a different room, the door cracking open. Good thing I didn’t knock. “You’re here?”

“I see you.” Tears prickled in your eyes but you pulled the keys from the ignition and then used that hand to open the door, stepping into the darkness. “I’ll be right there.” Hanging up, you put your phone in your bag and slung it over your shoulder. As you crossed the silent parking lot toward the open door - the silhouette of the man illuminated from behind - you felt the tears beginning to fall, and you didn’t try to stop them. Let him see. Let him understand. Let him - When he came into focus, all thoughts of using your emotional state to get to him vanished, the keys falling from your hand and onto the ground. “Holy fuck, Nick, what happened to you?”

There was a scrape running the entire length of the left side of his face, that eye swollen and dark, and you could see that some of the man’s hair was wet and matted - more dried blood crusted on the locks and on the skin of his scalp, just at the hairline. He had a cut on the bridge of his nose, and even though it wasn’t actively bleeding, it looked deep. Holy shit, he needs a hospital. “I…” He winced, and your eyes moved to where his hand was gripping the doorframe, long fingers nearly white with the pressure he was using to hold on. “I can’t…”

You caught him as he fell forward, the man still clinging to the frame, but it took all of your strength to get him back into the room and to the bed, doing your best to ease the man’s body down onto the mattress. He was breathing hard, and when you finally stood, looking down at him you pressed your lips together to keep from crying again. “Nick, can you hear me?” He nodded weakly, the uninjured cheek pressed against the comforter. “I’m going to go across the street to that gas station and get some things.” Scanning the room to see if there was anything useful in it, you sighed. There’s nothing here. “A lot of things, actually. Is there a room key?”

“Dresser.” He rasped the word out, lifting one hand to point. “Careful. This isn’t… isn’t safe.” Yeah, you’re telling me. But it didn’t matter - he hadn’t been lying when he said he needed you, and so only a few minutes later, you were in the brightly lit Circle K, a basket hanging over one arm as you browsed the shelves for first aid supplies. There wasn’t as much as you would have liked, but you thought that what you found would work. After adding a few extra things - bottles of water and soda, some snack food, aspirin and a package of travel toothbrushes - you headed to the checkout counter, smiling brightly at the young man working behind it.

He rang you out without speaking, and when you’d crossed the street back to the motel, you stopped at your car and pulled your spare blankets out of the trunk, slinging them over your shoulder before using the key to unlock the door to Nick’s room. As you walked in, he struggled to a sitting position, one hand lifted to press against the side of his head and the other used for balance. “Who the -”

“It’s just me.” Swallowing hard, you hung the blankets over the back of the chair near the small table before turning to face him. “I need you to stand again, Nick. Need to get you to the bathroom.” He nodded and struggled to his feet, and without thinking twice, you stepped next to him and urged him to drape an arm around your shoulders, the two of you hobbling the few feet across the room and into the smaller area.

Surprisingly, the bathroom was the cleanest - and most modern - part of the motel room, and when he was seated on the toilet, you told him to close his eyes because you were going to turn the light on. “S’all right. I’m -” But he winced at the brightness, and you shook your head as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. I fucking told you.

In the light of the bathroom, you saw that the wound on the side of his head was smaller than you’d thought, but still not tiny, and his eye was swollen, but only on the outside corner. It could be worse, but what the fuck happened? “I’m gonna clean you up, alright? It’s probably going to hurt, but…” He nodded, the movement slight, and so you spun away, carefully lining things up on the back of the toilet and what little flat space existed on the sink.

You wanted to know what had happened, but couldn’t find the words to ask, instead focusing on each task at hand. Wet a towel. Add a small amount of antibacterial soap. Clean the side of his face. Wet the towel again. Wipe the blood from his neck, where there was a large, dark bruise that looked at least a few days old that curved around his jaw. Wet a different towel. Carefully dab at the wound on his head Repeat with the one on his nose. It was methodical, and it allowed you to push your other thoughts to the side, only wanting to be sure that you were doing everything you could to ensure that the wounds didn’t keep bleeding - and that they were as clean as you could make them.

He hissed in pain when you dabbed gauze that was soaked in hydrogen peroxide against his temple, but you gasped and jumped back when one of his hands shot out, settling on your hip and squeezing, his grip nearly as tight as it had been on the doorframe. “Nick, wh-”

“Fucking hurts.” He winced, but didn’t pull his hand back. “I -”

“Please don’t touch me.” You fought to keep your voice even as you spoke, continuing to dab at the gash on his head - which was still slowly oozing blood. “Just, please… not like that.” He dropped his hand immediately, clasping both of them together in his lap, and for the next ten minutes, Nick didn’t speak while you worked, the set of his shoulders rigid.

He probably needed stitches on the side of his head, but there was nothing that you could do about that, instead choosing to close the area as best as you could with butterfly bandages. That’s all I can do for now. Letting the towel fall from your hand, you reached for the bottle of aspirin, twisting the cap off and pouring four of the pills into one palm - and then into Nick’s waiting hand. After that was reclosed, you knelt down and pulled out a bottle of water, taking the time to unscrew that lid, too. He swallowed, wincing as he did, and handed the water back to you.

“Why did you come?” His voice was stronger, but you still heard uncertainty in it. “Why -”

“Because you said you needed me, Nick. Reaching up, you used the heel of your hand to rub at one eye. “And because even after all this time and what you did, I can’t fucking say no to you.” The words tumbled out with a laugh, but you were close to tears again, exhaustion taking over for the adrenaline you’d felt from the moment he’d called. “Do you know what time checkout is here?”

“Noon.” He sniffed, still sitting in the same position - legs spread, hands hanging between them. “Why?”

“Because I need to fucking sleep. And so do you.” Abruptly turning, you headed back into the main room. There was a bloody spot on the comforter that you hadn’t noticed before, and though you didn’t know if it was from the initial injury, or from where the man had lain after, it didn’t matter, because it wouldn’t be used.

Stripping the comforter from the bed and tossing it into the corner - and on top of a bloody towel that you hadn’t noticed earlier, you made sure there was no blood on the sheets before moving your blankets from the chair to the bed. “You can have the bed.” He was unsteadily making his way from the bathroom toward you. “Just give me a blanket, and I’ll sleep on the fl-”

“I didn’t just spend an hour driving here and twenty minutes cleaning you up for you to sleep on a motel room floor.” You sighed. “We’ll share the bed. Just…”

“I know. Keep my hands to myself.” He still hadn’t met your eyes, instead keeping his head tilted downward. “Got it.” At his tone, you felt a pang in your chest, mentally telling yourself not to listen to his tone, not to let it get to you. You’d done your good deed, and once you got a few hours of sleep and a quick explanation, you’d be on your way home, Nick headed back off to wherever he wanted to be. And it’s more than he deserves.

It only took a few minutes for you to get settled, checking to make sure the door was locked and that your alarm was set and your phone was within reach before you climbed into the bed, rolling so that your back was to the man in the dark. You listened to his quiet breathing, wondering if he was in pain, but didn’t ask, instead letting your mind wander to the before - to the way things had ended, to the shock you’d felt when he’d told you he was leaving. And here I am, a year later, still…

“Thank you.” It was so quiet that you weren’t sure that he’d actually said it, but then Nick spoke again after clearing his throat. “I know you probably didn’t -”

“Just go to sleep, Nick. The sun’s coming up. Say whatever it is when we wake up, unless …” You trailed off, and then decided that he deserved to hear what you’d been about to say. “Unless you’re going to be gone when I open my eyes.” He didn’t reply for a long time, but when he did, his voice was closer - almost like he’d rolled over to face your back.

“I’ll be here.”

—

When your alarm went off, it was like you hadn’t slept at all. Groaning, you rolled onto your back, mindful of the fact that Nick was in the bed next to you, but when you opened your eyes, you were alone. It figures. When you sat up, though, you heard the water running in the bathroom, along with a few quiet thunks that sounded like someone picking up and setting things down. So he didn’t leave.

You got out of the bed, reaching behind you to start folding your blankets, but before you finished the door opened and Nick walked back into the room. He was steadier on his feet than he had been the previous night, and he’d changed clothes - a clean t shirt and new pair of jeans covered him, his hair damp in places and pushed to cover as many of the wounds as possible. There was no way to cover his cheek, though, and no way to hide the black eye - which looked worse than it had hours earlier. “You look like shit.”

“I feel like shit.” The bed between you, Nick said your name again, and unlike the previous night, there was no waver to it. “Please look at me.” Reluctantly, you did, raising your eyes to meet his for the first time, and even though it had been a while and the man’s face had changed, his eyes were still the same. Still a warm, rich brown. Still full of emotion. Still discerning, the man looking through you without even trying.

And you hated it.

He had no right to look at you that way - not after what he’d done. Not after what he’d put you through, or how he’d hurt you. “What?” Head shaking back and forth, you closed your eyes. “What, Nick?”

“Thank you for coming.” He put both hands into his pockets, clearing his throat. “I mean that. I know that I’m probably the last person that you want to see these days, but I had no one else. I don’t… yours is the only number I remembered.” That hurt - that the man had defaulted to calling you because he’d cared enough to memorize and remember your number, but he’d only used it when he was in need of something. Not because he wanted to. Not because he … “There’s some money next to your bag, for the shit you bought last night. I looked at the receipt, and -”

“I don’t want your money. I don’t want anything from you.” Blinking back more tears, you covered your face with your hands. “Fuck, Nick. Why? Why now? Why are you here? Why did you -” Why did you have to reach out to me?

“I don’t have time to tell you everything right now. We have to be out of this room in fifteen minutes.” He wet his lips, the lower one trembling slightly. “But there’s a … a Denny’s down the street. I can… I can tell you some of it, if you want.” You did. You wanted to know … but at the same time, you weren’t sure if he deserved it - your time or attention, your patience. “Fuck it. Nevermind. I’ll just -”

“Denny’s is fine.” You looked around the room. “You can have all the medical stuff, Nick. I don’t need it, and you probably will.” You heard him laugh, the sound quiet - almost pitiful, but he didn’t disagree, turning back to the bathroom and emerging a few minutes later with the plastic bag of supplies and setting it down on the bed. Bending over, he reached beneath the nightstand to pull out a small duffel bag, unzipping it with one hand.

He packed quickly, and while you waited, you went into the bathroom, using the remaining toothbrush to clean your teeth, fingers combing through your hair as best they could. You look better than he does. It was a cruel thought, and so you pushed it to the side, scanning the small room for anything that the two of you missed, surprised to see that the bloody towels were gone, too, along with the trash from cleaning his wounds earlier. Strange.

By the time you were back in the bedroom, Nick had folded the comforter, stripping the bed down to the bare mattress, and you realized that he’d done it to hide the bloodstain. What the fuck is going on? The towel in the corner was gone, too, the room as clean as it likely had been when he’d arrived, and there was nothing else to do but walk out of it and into the parking lot, the bright sunlight making you squint. “Do you want me to walk?” He slung the bag’s strap over his shoulder, one hand on his hip. “It’s not very far.”

“I’ll drive you, Nick.” Motioning for him to follow you to your car, the two of you started walking, though you didn’t say anything else.

—

He didn’t know what to say to you, and even though the steaming cup of coffee in front of him didn’t contain any of the answers, Nick couldn’t stop staring into it.

He still wasn’t quite sure how or why you were there - yes, he knew that he’d called you, but he hadn’t actually expected you to show up in the middle of the night, or to help patch him up. I don’t deserve it. At all.

He knew how bad he looked - could only imagine what you’d thought upon seeing him for the first time as he lurched through the door at you, but he also knew that it could have been much worse. I could have bled out. I could have … Wincing, he took another drink and then turned his head toward the main windows, eyes on the street.

He wondered where she was - wondered how far she’d gotten in the truck before it ran out of gas and she had to decide what she wanted to do - use cash to fill the tank or risk using a credit card so far from home. It didn’t matter if she abandoned the vehicle; they’d never tie it to him, since he’d been borrowing it from one of the few friends that he’d made in Texas, and that man’s name was on the registration, his fingerprints and a dozen others all over the inside of the cab and the body of the vehicle.

Not only that, no one in Texas had known Nick’s real name, the man falling back to what he’d done in his early 20’s at bars and using a fake one - his brother’s middle name as his first, his mother’s maiden name as his last. So much fucking lying. He hadn’t even told her what his real name was, and she hadn’t questioned it. In hindsight, it made sense that she’s hadn’t pressed, but at the time, Nick just assumed that it was because she trusted him.

“So are you going to say anything, or am I going to have to start talking to my toast?” Your voice interrupted his thoughts, and Nick immediately looked up, prepared to see you looking in his general direction but not at him. But you were staring, eyes focused on his face, and Nick sucked in a breath at the sight of you, even though all he’d been doing since you approached his room door was staring.

“What do you want to know?” Twisting the fork between his fingers, he shrugged. “Where do you -”

“Just tell me what happened to you.” You sipped through your straw. “Yesterday, or whatever led up to that.” You didn’t want to be there - it was clear to him, and probably to anyone else in the restaurant, but you weren’t trying to leave. And that means she really wants to know.

“I… met someone.” He swallowed hard, finally looking away from you. “About six months ago. I was in Texas, working on a road crew, and stopped at a bar after work for a drink. She was there. And it all… it happened real quick.”

“Congratulations.” Your tone clipped, you went on. “How’d that lead to you getting into a fight? Did she have a boyfriend? A husband? A -”

“She had a husband. Ryan.” Bending his arms, he rested his elbows on the table, threading his fingers through his hair and ignoring the throbbing on one side of his face. “I knew it from the beginning and …” You swore under your breath and called him an asshole. It made him wince, but he knew you were right - he was an asshole, and for more reasons than that. But it’s not the whole story. “She used me.”

“I’m surprised you stuck around long enough to let her.” You spoke without hesitation, but after the words were out you froze, leaning back in the cracked vinyl booth and staring. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… I asked what happened, and I’m just being fucking rude about it.”

“I deserve that from you.” He took another drink, swallowing the slowly-cooling coffee from his mug. “But there’s more to it than that. She … Elena was married, but it wasn’t a good marriage. He was abusive, both physically and emotionally, and at first I thought she was just looking for a friend. My coworkers warned me to not get involved, but I couldn’t help it.” I should have been more careful. “I’d say hello if I saw her in the bar or around town. We had drinks a couple times, and because her husband left for work a lot, we… we didn’t have to be as careful.”

He continued his story, telling you how he and Elena had gotten to know each other, how they’d spent countless hours driving around the outskirts of the town they lived in while talking, how things had finally progressed to the point of no return - Nick kissing her and the woman not telling him to stop. It had been four months of absolute bliss, the thrill of doing something that he wasn’t supposed to be doing distracting him from how dangerous it would have been for both of them if Ryan had found out. He’d put her in the hospital a few times, though she’d explained the injuries as common household accidents when talking to the doctors, but Elena told him the truth. And I should have known that there was a reason for it.

“And then she came into the bar one night with two black eyes, and I couldn’t… I couldn’t handle it. She looked horrible, just .. defeated in a way that I hadn’t ever seen before.” Not from her anyway. He laughed. “I might be an asshole, but I wasn’t about to sit back and let someone get hurt like she was, and not try to do anything about it. He wasn’t… he wasn’t going to stop.”

“Did you go to the police?” Your tone had softened for the first time, a small frown on your lips. “Did she?”

“No. She wouldn’t. She was scared of him, and I can’t really blame her for that.” Nick looked around the restaurant and then dropped his voice. “What I tell you next is … I shouldn’t. But you asked, and …”

“Just tell me.” He could see in your eyes that you were anxious about what was coming next, but you’d leaned in, elbow on the table and chin resting on your hand. “Nick, just -”

“I went to talk to him. He really liked hiking, and left Elena alone a lot to go off on weekend trips, so I followed him one weekend and camped in the same place as him. Figured that we’d be around people but not around his people, y’know? Just wanted to let him know that he couldn’t keep hurting her without someone stepping in.” He knew that if he continued, there was no going back - you were either going to get up and walk out of the restaurant, or immediately pull your phone out and call the police. But I need to tell someone and I want it to be her. “He actually walked up next to me on one of the trails, tried to make small talk.” Nick laughed again, narrowing his eyes. “And I fucking let him have it. Told him that I knew who he was and what he was doing and that if he ever touched her again, he wasn’t gonna like what happened to him.”

Sneaking a glance at you, he saw that your eyes were wide, one hand covering your mouth. It gets worse.

“He laughed it off at first, said I didn’t know what I was talking about, and then when I reminded him of some of the shit he’d done to her - bruises and scrapes, a sprained elbow? The black eyes? He believed me. And he got pissed. He…” Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, tilting his head to the side so that you could better see the bruising on his jaw. “He attacked me. Got a couple good punches in, but … he knocked me over, onto the ground, and I just lost it.”

“Nick…” Sitting up straight, you let out a shuddering breath. “What…”

“He was bigger than me. I never wanted to fight him, but I had to. He hit fucking hard. And so I…” Twisting his fingers together, Nick forced himself to meet your eyes, needing you to see the look in them. “I reached for whatever I could find around me, and it just happened to be a rock. I hit him with it, just to get him to get off of me, and it worked. He let go and rolled away, but when he stood up, he wasn’t steady. He stumbled around a little bit, and then …” Fuck. “I didn’t think we were that high up, but we were. I reached for him, tried to grab him and keep him upright, but … he went over the edge. When I finally got up to see what happened…” He gripped the edge of the table, still looking at you. “He was at the bottom. There was no way he survived it, the whole fucking thing was rocks, and I could only see part of his body, but …”

“Did you tell anyone? Did you go to the park rangers? Police?” I should have. I should have, but I didn’t.

“I rook the rock and wrapped it in a towel and then shoved it in my pack and went to Elena. I didn’t know what to do, and when I told her - showed her the rock, explained what happened, she… she convinced me not to say a goddamn thing. She said ‘There are hiking accidents all the time, right? I’ve been here - been in the neighborhood the whole time, people saw me. I didn’t do it. And you … no one would suspect a thing because no one knows who you are.’”

“Jesus Christ, Nick.” Your arms were crossed over your chest and he saw anger in your eyes. “So you -”

“I told her what I did, and she said that we needed to run. She said that we needed to get out of Amarillo, take some time to figure out all of it, and I just… went with it.” Because all I do when shit goes bad is run.

“How long ago was this?” You’d pushed your plate away. “How many days ago did -”

“Five.” He swallowed hard again, unable to meet your eyes. “Five days ago is when she set fucking fire to her house and we drove away in the middle of the night.”

“She fucking what?” You shifted on the bench, covering your face with both hands. “This keeps getting fucking worse.” Yeah, it does.

“When I got to her house and told her, she got real quiet, and then just started packing. Told me to go and get my shit and come back. So I did. I went home and I packed a few things and I took pictures of my face, just because I wanted to remember, and when I got back there, the fucking house was on fire. We had no choice then. So we started driving. The plan was to make our way to Lake Mead, rent a boat, and drop the rock somewhere deep.” Saying it out loud made it sound worse than it had in his head, but there was nothing he could do aside from continue. “We got here yesterday afternoon, and something was wrong. Elena was … not herself. We ate dinner and started getting ready for bed, and she wouldn’t even look at me.” Here it comes, the part where you tell me that I got what was coming to me. “I asked her what was wrong, and she told me that … I’d served my purpose. That I got her out of her marriage and she didn’t need me anymore.”

“She attacked you?” You were leaning in again, a thoughtful expression on your face. “She did all this?”

“Yeah, she launched herself at me holding the same fucking rock, and all I could do was let it happen because I wasn’t going to fucking hurt her.” He’d put his arms up in defense, trying to get ahold of the woman’s forearms to stop her, but that had been it. Even after she’d smashed the jagged edge of the stone into his skin the first time, dragging it down over his cheek, he’d barely done more than try to shove her away so that he could run. Because I’m not like him. “She uh, she hit me a couple times with it, and the last one knocked me out. I woke up and she was gone. She took my truck, took all of her shit, took most of the cash that we had between us, and just … left.” It served him right, and part of him wished that he’d bled out on the motel floor, because he had no idea what the fuck he was going to do. But I didn’t. I wasn’t that lucky. “I woke up and it was the middle of the night, and I managed to get to my bag and my phone.”

“And you called me.” Fingers pressed to the space between your eyebrows, you squeezed your eyes shut. “You called me and now I’m in the middle of this, and -”

“I didn’t think you’d come. I was pretty fucking out of it, and I guess… I wanted to say goodbye.” That got your attention, eyes snapping up to meet his. “I figured I was either gonna die in that room, or I’d wake up to the cops busting in because she called ‘em.”

“Then why the fuck did you let me in, Nick? If they did come, and I was here, they would have thought that I was involved, too.”

“Because.” He smiled then - for the first time in hours. “Because now I know she isn’t going to call anyone.”

“How?” You looked like you were only a few seconds away from actual tears, and he felt the sudden urge to reach across the table, threading his fingers with yours and squeezing - like he’d done hundreds of times before. Before, when we were… “How do you know she won’t -”

“Because she took everything… but she left the goddamn rock. And now her fingerprints are all over it, too.”

—

Every word that came out of his mouth was more unbelievable than the last - and that’s how you you knew that they were all true. He didn’t lie to me. Ever. Even when he left, he didn’t lie.

His posture told you everything that you needed to know. The shame of having to tell you about the woman he’d met and been with, the anger he’d experienced at finding out that she was in a bad situation at home, the frustration with the man getting the better of him on the trail. You believed that he hadn’t meant to physically hurt Elena’s husband; Nick wasn’t a violent man, but defending himself - and the people he cared about - was important to him. The fact that she convinced him to run so easily is what makes me believe it all.

“Nick, I…” Mouth and throat dry, you took another drink, relishing the way the carbonated liquid felt as it slid down your throat. “Shit.” You didn’t know what else to say, and even though you were still angry at him - for leaving and for calling and bringing you into the mess that he was currently in - you found yourself feeling less so as more time passed. “What … why would she leave that?”

“I don’t know.” He scrubbed a hand over his chin. “Seeing me on the floor probably freaked her out and she just grabbed what she needed and went. Didn’t even think about it.”

“But didn’t… didn’t people see you check in together? Wouldn’t they have put it all together if…” You trailed off, thinking. The parking lot had been empty when you pulled in, and you hadn’t seen any security cameras anywhere. And if they were trying to be stealthy, only one of them would have gone to the desk. “How much money did she take?”

“A couple grand.” He wet his lips, eyes darting off to the right. “Most of it was hers, but some of it was mine. She left me my wallet, probably because it was in my back pocket, but…” Reaching for it, he thumbed through the billfold. “I’ve got about a hundred bucks, and my debit card.”

“But you can’t use that. If you’re on the run, people will -”

“About that.” Nick looked down, drumming his fingers on the table - an old nervous habit of his that had apparently not changed in the time he’d been gone. “I wasn’t… using my real name. She… everyone in Texas knew me as Charlie Walker.” What? “I didn’t think I was staying when I first got there, so I made up -” Wait.

“That’s your brother’s name.” Frowning, you blinked at him. “And your mom’s…” He nodded, and to his credit, you saw a little bit of remorse in his features, Nick’s gaze dropping back to the laminated surface of the tabletop. “What are you going to do, Nick?” There were a few other questions that you wanted to ask, but that one jumped out first, eyes fixed on the portions of his face that you could see. “Just keep moving?”

“I don’t know.” He looked back at you, raising and then dropping his shoulders. “Him going over the ledge could have been an accident. It happens all the time, people hike alone and get injured… you know that, it happens here, too.” Nodding, you stayed quiet. “So if she would have just stayed in the house, waited a couple days to say he hadn’t come back … it would have all been fine. But the -”

“Yeah, the burning the house down kind of ruins that, right?” You couldn’t help it - you laughed, the sound one of quiet disbelief. “You know what? I’m going to check something.” Pulling your phone out, you navigated to Google.

“What are you doing?” He sounded scared and you didn’t blame him, but instead of answering you just typed a few words and then scrolled through the results, clicking on one of them and skimming the article’s headline before sliding your phone over. “Oh. Oh, that… I wasn’t expecting that.” Me either.

The headline of the article - Hiking Accident Claims Life of Amarillo Man; Residence Goes Up in Flames From Suspected Arson - was interesting for two reasons.The first being that the man’s death was considered an accident and the second that the fire had already been investigated and questioned as suspect. “She tried to kill you. And at the very least, she hurt you and left you for dead. I… I think you should go back. I think you should talk to the police. You have… you have the rock. You clearly have injures. They can pull her medical reports as proof that the man was abusive. You didn’t… there’s nothing in this headline that says they think otherwise.”

“But I caused it. If I wouldn’t have been there, he’d still be alive, so -”

“The longer you run from it, Nick? The worse it will be. You always told me the truth. You always tried to do what you thought was the right thing, so why not do that now? Elena actually committed crimes, here. Arson. Physical violence. Theft. Yeah, she was a victim and it’s shitty that her husband was hurting her, but that doesn’t give her the right to frame you for all of this, especially when you only hit him because he attacked you.”

“The police won’t believe that. Maybe if I hadn’t run. Maybe if I’d gone straight to the park rangers. Maybe if…” He paused. “She didn’t force me to leave Texas with her. She convinced me, but I still… I went. Willingly.”

“Did you want to be with her?” You couldn’t keep the hurt from your voice, and you didn’t want to. “For good, I mean? What was the plan?”

“I don’t know. It all happened so fast. I… we talked about being together if he wasn’t around, but never … never about killing him. Never about … getting rid of him permanently, just …” He sighed. “There was no plan. There was no…” Nick trailed off and then said your name, focused on your face again. “I wasn’t… I’m not in love with her.”

You felt relief at that, the inexplicable emotion gathering in your chest and filling it quickly, his words landing exactly as he’d intended them to. Even after all the time that you’d been apart, the admission was a welcome one, and despite your reservations about the whole situation, you believed him. Again. I believe him and that probably says a lot more about me than about him, but… “I can’t tell you what to do, Nick. But I think… you can’t run from this. You shouldn’t run from this.” You shouldn’t have this to run from.

“I’m going to go back. I’m going to tell the police what happened.” You could see the conviction in his eyes - tell that he was serious, and for a few brief moments, you felt panic. At him going back and getting in trouble, or at losing him again? “I should have done it sooner.”

The feelings you felt at his words were something for you to unpack later - much later. Pulling your phone back and returning to the article, you read through it so that you didn’t have to respond right away, eyes widening as you made it to the third paragraph.

“What? What’s that -”

“He was alive when they rescued him, Nick.” Heart pounding, you kept reading. “According to this article, he told the EMTs he fell.” It had been a brief statement, according to the police, the man telling rescuers that he’d fallen, no mention of anyone else on the trail with him anywhere in the article. “He died while they did surgery trying to stabilize him, but…” Elena’s name was mentioned twice in the article - once as his wife, and then again as someone that they were trying to locate to question about the fire. “You didn’t kill him.”

He lowered his head at that, resting his forehead against both arms, and when you saw his body starting to shake, you moved without hesitation, taking the seat next to him and putting your arm around his shoulders. It was a small comfort but it seemed to help, and when he shifted, leaning his weight against you, you didn’t tell him to move or stop. He needs this. Even if it’s only for a few minutes, he needs… a friend.

When Nick had gotten control over his emotions a little while later, he sat up, taking a deep breath and rubbing his hand over the lower half of his face. “I’m still going to go back.” The man swallowed hard, turning his head to look at you. “I can’t… I can’t change what happened, but I can do my part to… take responsibility.” Chewing on his lip, Nick waited to see if you’d say anything. I want to, but I don’t know what to say. “My dad … it’s … he’d tell me to go back and do the right thing. Even if it means…” Jail. Prison. Time behind bars. You still had your arm around him, and at the realization you froze, the muscles tensing to the point that you knew he could feel it - but you didn’t pull it back, even though part of you wanted to.

The truth was that even though he’d left the way he had, even though he’d caused you an endless amount of hurt and embarrassment and heartbreak, you still cared about him. Part of you still loved him, even, and you knew that no matter what, that love would always exist. But I don’t want him to know that. “He would. And so would your mom.”

“I know. I talk to her a couple times a month.” That gave you pause - you’d spoken to the woman multiple times after Nick left, checking in to make sure that she was doing alright after the loss of her husband and the absence of her son. I knew she talked to him a few times right after he left, but… You’d initiated things at first, but as time passed, it was her that kept reaching out, inviting you over for lunch or coffee every so often, or simply making a phone call to check in.

Your friends and family had understood to a point what losing Nick had felt like, but Gina Caldwel had known - or so you’d thought. Because he was still in contact with her. And that means… “Did she tell you that we -”

“She did.” He gave you a small, tight smile, nodding. “I asked about you. I wanted to know that you were alright. I know what I did to you, but that doesn’t mean …” He trailed off. “It doesn’t matter. Telling you won’t change anything.” He looked away, back at the table and took another deep breath. “We should finish eating. You need to get back. I’m sure you had to miss a day of work today, and I don’t want you to miss another one. And I need… to rent a car and start driving back to Texas. If I drive straight through, it shouldn’t take me long.” He gestured to his food. “Kinda fitting, hmm?” What? “Our first date was at a Denny’s. You got out of work late, and everything else was closed.” Your throat constricted at his words - at the memories they brought up, but you couldn’t keep yourself from cutting in.

“You waited in the parking lot for me for an hour. I told you to go home, that we’d reschedule, but you -”

“I told you no way.” There was another smile on his face, his eyes warmer than you’d seen them at any point in the previous hours. “Said that you’d finally agreed to go out with me and I wasn’t gonna let you get out of it just because you worked late.” His hands were still on the table - he hadn’t moved them or even tried to touch you, just like you’d demanded of him in the bathroom the night before. You watched as his fingers twisted together, his right thumb pressing against the bullseye tattoo on his left hand - a sign that he was stressed. Of course he’s stressed. “Maybe I should have gone home. Then you wouldn’t be here right now, and I wouldn’t have to leave you for a second time, and I wouldn’t have risked -”

“Nick.” You reached for him with your left hand, settling it over both of his. “Listen to me.” He went quiet, waiting. “I don’t know if I can ever forgive you, but that doesn’t mean that I wish none of this had happened.” Are you really saying this to him right now? He needed to hear it - and you needed to say it because you didn’t know if you’d have another chance. “I loved you. I was ready to marry you. We were happy. We had a lot of good years together, and just because they ended badly doesn’t mean that I regret them.”

“You -” Squeezing his hands, you continued.

“I don’t regret the time we spent together, Nick. I just wish that it hadn’t ended the way it did.”

—

He couldn’t believe that he was hearing the words coming out of your mouth, but more than that, he couldn’t believe that you were actually touching him. It wasn’t anything overly intimate - just a comforting arm around his shoulders, a hand atop his to halt the press of his thumb into the webbing of the other - but it was still more than he expected. More than I deserve.

He’d shocked himself by admitting as much to you as he had, by opening up to you and telling you about Elena and Ryan and the mess that had evolved out of nowhere in so much detail. And you’d listened, watching him intently as he spoke - not judging him in the way he knew most people would, but instead truly giving him a chance to explain, and no matter what happened in the future, Nick knew that he’d done the right thing by coming clean to you.

It hurt to talk to you about another woman that he’d slept with, just the same as it had hurt the first time his mother had informed him that you were dating someone, despite the fact that he had no right to be upset, because his absence was the reason for it.

There’d been a moment - a brief one - when your facade had cracked, and he’d both heard it in your voice and seen it on your face. Did you want to be with her? For good, I mean? It was a logical question, especially after he’d explained what he’d done because of Elena, but again his answer had been honest. He wasn’t in love with the woman, not even close. He didn’t even really know her - not after six months, not sneaking around and only interacting in private, aside from the few times she’d been in the same locations as him with her friends and they’d said hello. I thought I knew her.

He’d cared about her, that wasn’t in question, but the only woman he’d ever loved was sitting next to him for the first time in a year, and he was going to have to leave her again. To do what’s right. The information that he hadn’t directly caused Ryan’s death had been a relief, though it didn’t change much in the long run. The confrontation had been his doing, even though the first attack hadn’t. He’d reached for the man from his position on the ground, but it hadn’t been enough, and the man disappearing over the edge of the hillside would haunt him for the rest of his life. But he survived.

Nick didn’t know how or why, or what had caused Ryan to omit his presence on the trail when he’d been picked up by the EMTs, but it was also a relief. Because it means that when I go back and tell them what really happened, the stories match. And I have proof that he hit me. There’s proof that he hurt her, so him attacking me wouldn’t seem out of the question, especially if I confronted him and he figured out I was sleeping with …

The memory of Elena’s face flashed in his mind - her features twisted into a snarl that he’d never seen before as she screamed at him in the motel room, the way she’d taunted hum about his involvement in everything - the smooth motion as she’d reached into the bag for the towel-wrapped rock and swung it at his face … he couldn’t believe that things had gone so bad so fast. And they’re about to get worse.

Going back was the right call. Taking responsibility for his actions was what a good man would have done, and despite everything, Nick still considered himself a good man - at least when it came to people that weren’t you. She deserves to know. He thought of the letter he kept tucked into the front pocket of his duffel bag, the one that he’d written only weeks after leaving Arizona, the one that he’d never sent though he’d thought about it countless times. He thought about the words on the paper that he hadn’t seen in nearly a year but still knew almost by heart, the envelope it was in smudged by fingerprints from each time he’d pulled it out and contemplated dropping it in a mailbox.

He’d come clean about so much that even though he didn’t know if you’d care, he needed to tell you more before you disappeared back down the highway, driving out of his life and back to yours. You seemed genuinely surprised by the fact that he’d checked in with his mother, and he was thankful that she hadn’t spilled the secret to you, because up until Texas, Nick had been open about where he was and what he was doing. But I asked her not to, and she listened. He sighed, eyeing the interior of the restaurant, and decided to press his luck one more time. Because I have nothing to lose at this point.

It took you a minute to get back on the same page as him when it came to your first date, but once you remembered, he heard life coming back into your voice, the smile you gave him warming him from head to toe. He’d missed seeing you that way - looking at him with amusement instead of contempt and anger - and so of course he’d ruined it, letting his mouth run until you’d cut him off, putting your hand over his and assuring him that you didn’t regret him.

Even though he’d told you he was responsible for a man’s death. Even though he’d all but left you at the altar with an explanation that had made sense at the time but hadn’t stood up the longer he’d thought about it. Even though I called her in the middle of the night and dragged her into this. You were sitting next to him and showing him kindness, and it made the man want to cry. “Hey.” He nudged you with his shoulder, turning his head toward you again. “Seriously, we should finish. I need to…” Go back to Texas.

The moment your arm lifted and your hand pulled away, Nick felt the cold settle back in, but you kept talking as you slid back into the seat across from him, lifting your fork and continuing to pick at the remains of your breakfast. He only spoke when necessary, using the time to watch you, committing you to memory - things he didn’t have any right to do, but couldn’t help. Not after so long.

When the waitress brought the bill, he snatched it before you could, head shaking back and forth when you started to protest. Some things never change. “You came all the way out here, and you didn’t need to. You took care of me, and I’m sure it was the last thing you wanted to do. I can pay…” He checked the receipt and then looked back at you, raising an eyebrow. “I can pay $28.65 for breakfast.”

He saw the look on your face then - you tried to hold back your laugh but couldn’t, the sound erupting from your mouth as you lifted a hand to cover it. It was the most beautiful sound Nick had ever heard, and even though it hurt to smile, he didn’t hold his back, tilting his head to one side as he laughed with you. “If you say so.” Too soon, the two of you were in the parking lot, standing awkwardly next to your car, Nick’s eyes scanning the street again. “So you said you’re going to rent a car?” Your arms were crossed, one hip resting against the door. “Is there even a rental place in this town?”

“I have no idea. I wasn’t paying attention.” Shit. “I’ll figure it out.” He reached into his pocket to pull out his phone, but before he could unlock it, you were already typing on yours, holding up your screen to face him a few seconds later. There was an Enterprise a few miles down the road, and despite where the car would take him, it was a small relief. “Great. If you open your trunk, I can grab my bag, and -”

“I’m not going to make you walk.” You looked back at the screen. “Especially since it’s on my way home.” You unlocked the doors, waiting. “Get in.” Neither of you spoke on the short drive, and when you pulled into one of the empty parking spaces, he was well aware of the fact that his time with you was dwindling. He had a ton of things that he wanted to say - another apology, questions about your life, telling you about the things he’d seen while he was on his own … but none of them came out. Instead, he looked straight ahead, his hands clasped together on his lap. “So…” You cleared your throat. “Are you really going to drive back to Texas and go to the police?” Your hands were on the steering wheel, fingers gripping the dark surface.

“I am.” He scoffed. “I can’t run from shit for the rest of my life.” And I’m not just talking about this mess. I … I mean you, too. “Might even be able to make it back by tomorrow morning. We’ll see how the drive goes.”

“Nick…” He heard the wheel creak as your grip tightened, saw your chest rise as you took a deep breath. “If they think it was an accident, maybe you don’t… Maybe you could…” He understood what you were trying to do, and for a moment, hope flared in his chest that it was more than just trying to find him a way out of a bad situation that was causing you to suggest something so unlike you. But it’s not. It can’t be.

“Elena’s still out there. If she goes back, she’s going to throw me under the bus for Ryan and probably for the house, too. A week ago, I wouldn’t have thought she would, but now…” He shrugged. “If I get there first, and tell my side of the story while I still have the fucking head wounds to prove it, maybe … maybe I can make it a little better for myself.” He took a deep breath. “I’ll keep you out of it. I’ll say that I managed to bandage myself up after she -”

“No. Don’t.” Releasing the steering wheel with your right hand, you grabbed for his left, fingers wrapping around his. “Don’t lie about anything. Because the second they find out that you lied… the less likely they are to believe you about the truth.” He heard your voice waver, and Nick couldn’t help it, shifting in his seat and turning toward you, his right hand lifting and then settling on your cheek. You inhaled sharply, eyes widening. But she didn’t ask me to stop. “Fuck, Nick.”

He leaned closer, eyes locked with yours. “Every single day since the day I called off our wedding and walked out of our house has been a constant reminder of how much I fucked up.” He wet his lips. “This is my punishment. You’ll never understand how sorry I am and how much I wish I’d made different choices.” Your lower lip was trembling, and Nick’s thumb moved slowly, stroking over your cheek. “But I didn’t. I fucked up the most important thing in my life, and I know it.” Back off. Move your hand. Don’t push it. “I’m not gonna fuck this up, too, not when I can make it … well, not right, but better.”

He wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss you - pouring all of the emotion from your time apart into it, giving you an actual goodbye in the only way he could even when he knew you deserved so much more. But not from me. I had my chance and I gave it up. “Well then, will you let me know you made it back to Texas? Just … just so I know when to expect a call from -”

“Of course.” He closed his eyes. “Anything you want.” Whn he reopened them, you were still watching him, but he saw that your eyes were filled with unshed tears. “I really am sorry.” I need to get out of this car. I need to get out before I do anything stupid. “For everything. I was wrong to leave. I was wrong to put you through that. You deserve better.” He pulled away then - knowing that if he didn’t, he wouldn’t.

You popped the trunk for him, and with one last look at you, he climbed out, hand on the metal as he raised it, reaching in for his bag. I can give her the letter now. He didn’t know what good it would do, but there was no way he was going to let it get thrown out or taken in as evidence, and so before he slung the strap over his shoulder, he unzipped the pocket, pulling out the worn envelope.

He stepped next to the driver’s side window, and you rolled it down, peering up at him. “Got everything?” He nodded, fingers tightening around the paper and almost certainly putting new wrinkles into it. “Alright.” You didn’t look away and so Nick took the opportunity to hold the letter out, watching as a look of confusion crossed your features. “What’s this?”

“It’s for you. I should have sent it a long time ago, but I didn’t. It’s time you read it.” When your fingers closed around it, he let go, a weight lifting off of his chest. There. That’s one less regret. “Drive safe, alright?” You nodded, still confused, and before he could second guess himself and say anything else, Nick spun away from your car and headed for the door, focused on keeping his eyes forward.

“Hey. Nick.” You were still in the car, but when he turned to look back at you, you were poking your head out the window, teeth digging into your lower lip. “I might have deserved better, but all I wanted was you.” You didn’t wait for a response, putting the car into reverse and shutting the window - the man staring after you with his mouth hanging partially open. I know. I know that’s all you wanted.

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miekasa · 4 years ago

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six thirty

+ pairing: armin arlert x (fem) reader

+ genres and warnings: college au, enemies to lovers… kinda… in a very nerdy academic rivalry kind of way, me being a comedian you’re welcome, fluff, smut/nsfw content

+ word count: 5.6k… pls say sike

+ notes: shout out to ryn for listening to me during our very many rambling sessions and also for extorting me into posting this. consider it a late birthday present for my favorite menace </2

+ side notes: no i am not a part of armin nation and i never want to be, nor do i wish speak of this again.

Armin Arlert is the perfect student. Prompt and well prepared during lecture; smart and insightful during office hours; the apple of any teacher’s eye. Unfortunately for him, so are you.

If you asked Armin, you were a little too clever for your own good, and liked to make it very well known that you believe you’re the smartest person in any room you walk into. That may be true, but it doesn’t mean that he has to sit there and worship your superiority complex.

If someone asked you, you’d say that Armin was a know it all, and a manipulative little piece of shit. Again, not a completely false statement, but perhaps a slightly biased character analysis.

Neither of you are wrong. It’s why you’re both the bane of each other’s existence.

There’s a noticeable grimace on your face, chin in your palm, elbows resting atop your desk, as you turn your head to where, sure enough, Armin is seated where he always is: first row, right side, directly in front of the podium, like perfect little teacher’s pet he wants to be. He doesn’t have any books to unpack like everybody else because a shiny, blue iPad is propped up on his desk in place of all of that. He’s robably looking through his pre-written list of showboaty questions to ask during lecture. Like he’s a cut above everyone else.

Maybe some of the other morons in this course, but not you, that’s for damn sure. You bet that if you broke his thousand dollar tablet he wouldn’t think he’s such hot shit anymore. Maybe that would knock him down a couple of pegs.

“Look at him sitting there with his stupid blue eyes, and his stupid Bieber haircut, and his stupid, shiny blonde hair, and his stupid fucking glasses. I bet they’re not even real and he just wears them to—”

“Did you just call his hair shiny?”

You snap your head to your left, “What—no, of course not. I said shoddy, he’s probably a bottle blonde. Maybe all the chemicals from the hair dye seeps into his head and warps his sense of reality.”

“I’m pretty sure you said shiny.”

“Shut up, Annie.”

She raises an eyebrow at you, “You got something against blondes? Because your track record would beg to differ.”

“Once. We kissed once, and it was truth or dare, and we were both sloshed.”

“You still chose me,” she reminds you, pulling her notebook out of her backpack.

You huff, ignoring her words and turning your head back to Armin, this time finding him twirling his stupid fucking expensive Apple Pencil between his fingers like it’s nothing. You can feel your eye begin to twitch.

Perhaps he can, too—or maybe he can just feel your eyes boring holes into him—because he turns in your direction and ceases his pen twirling the moment you make eye-contact. More students filter in, walking past your line of vision, but each time they move, you and Armin meet gazes again; neither one of you daring to look away, a palpable tension between you.

His eyes might be icy blue, but you can see the rose pink tint underneath his skin, even from the distance; a familiar blush that spreads across his nose and cheeks. You exhale with a silent laugh, breaking your eye contact before he grows completely red, just in time for Dr. Zöe to start the lecture.

Everybody thinks that Armin’s so brilliant, so smart, so untouchable. You know that his only genius is that he’s fooling everyone into thinking that he’s the kind, humble, little nerd boy who wouldn’t harm a fly, when that’s far from the truth.

Armin is mean. He’s competitive and possessive and snarky and sly. He’s the definition of a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but you’re pretty sure the only person in the world who might believe that is Eren. Though, you’ve heard some of the insults Armin throws Eren’s way, and they’re not exactly soft. Granted, that’s a factor in any friendship, and most of his jabs are coated with a layer of intellect the brunette likely doesn’t understand, but that doesn’t make Armin any less sarcastic. It just means Eren’s too dumb to know what’s going on.

Poor kid. Maybe it’s for the best.

That’s all to say that Armin is nothing but a big talker—not even; a smooth-talker, is more like it. He comes across as perfect, all good and sweet and soft, because that’s what he lets people see. Nobody else looks through to the sharp tongue and ragged edges, because they’re too busy cooing over innocent blue-eyed baby in front of them.

But you know that Armin, the one he doesn’t want other people to see: the one that’s so good, he’s bad; so sweet that he’s sick; so nice that it’s cruel. And you know just how much pressure to apply to make his façade crack.

And you intend on doing so.

“I don’t know which formula to use—hey, are you two eye fucking again? Cut it out, I’m trying not to fail over here,” Eren exclaims, poking Armin’s shoulder with his pen.

The jab averts the blonde’s attention back to his friend, eyes wide as he blinks himself back to reality. He curses under his breath when he feels a familiar warmth creeping across his cheeks. Few things piss Armin off like the way he gets red in the face after thinking about you, or even just looking at you, for too long. Whether it’s red out of pure annoyance, or another feeling he tries to push down, it’s irritating, and above all, embarrassing.

He spares one more glance over his shoulder, to where you and Annie are sat a few tables away in the library. You’ve looked away by now, focusing back on your notes, but Armin swears he can still see that irritating smirk on your face from this angle.

He rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek. He should be able to keep it together around you by now, but he can’t, and it bothers him. You bother him.

“We weren’t eye fucking,” he refutes, turning his back to you completely, “She’s such a little know it all sometimes, s’annoying.”

Eren raises an eyebrow. He knows that you and Armin don’t get along, but he doesn’t understand why. Armin knows almost all your friends, and you definitely know all of his��Eren would even go as far as to say that you and him are pretty close friends—so it’s not a matter of not spending time together. You’re also the two smartest people Eren knows. In theory you should have more than enough to talk about together, but every time you’re in the same room, you hardly acknowledge each other outside of surface level commentary, or glances that border on staring.

Thankfully, the bickering remains in the classroom for the most part. Eren’s seen you and Armin go at, and he’ll be the first to admit that it’s beyond intimidating. Though, a little part of him finds it oddly entertaining, and he can’t help but to be impressed. All the more reason for you two to start playing on the same team.

Eren thinks the two of you should get to the root of the issue already. Which, if you asked him, has very little to do with your rivaled academic genius, and a lot to do with your lack of it concerning your feelings for each other.

“She’s not that bad,” Eren vouches for you, “I think you two might get along if you ever spoke outside of trying to one-up each other in class.”

“I’m not trying to one-up anybody,” Armin rolls his eyes, a nasty habit he’s picked up as of late, “And if you stopped and used your brain for a moment, then maybe you could solve the problem.”

“I did use my brain!” Eren’s lips fall into an offended pout, “But none of this makes any sense to me! I fucking hate math, you know that.”

Armin sighs, feeling sympathetic for Eren as he slumps into himself defeatedly. He knows that Eren isn’t dumb, but math in any capacity is certainly not his strong suit. He also knows that he shouldn’t give Eren all the answers, but sometimes he needs a little push to get him there. A little bit of added guidance and motivation to keep him going. It’s either that, or he has to trick Eren into doing the work himself, but clearly that method wasn’t working out today.

“You already solved for the activation energy, now you’re supposed to use the Arrhenius equation in the expanded form.”

Eren’s lips fall into a small o-shape, as his eyes scramble across his paper again. “But—how do you—”

“There’s two measurements given for temperature.”

“Oh. Oh, yeah! Okay, right, but then—”

“You have to convert it to Kelvin first or it won’t work. It’s given to you in Celsius.”

Eren furrows his eyebrows together, and then it finally clicks for him. He mutters to himself as he puts his pencil to paper to begin to work through the problem, “How do I convert—”

“Add 273.15 to it. Make sure you put the bigger one first in the equation, or else you’ll get a negative error.”

“You didn’t even do it,” Eren huffs, angrily punching numbers into his calculator, “How do you know it’s right?”

“Because I took this class already,” Armin reminds him, sparing a brief glance over his shoulder, “Isn’t that why I’m tutoring you?”

Eren coughs over his embarrassed blush, “Oh, yeah, right.”

It’s quiet between them as Eren makes a final attempt at solving the equation, carefully and proudly circling his answer when he’s finished. He looks to Armin with bright eyes, and is content when the blonde gives him a reassuring nod, confirming that his answer is correct.

“Well that was a bitch to work through,” Eren sighs, stretching his arms behind his head with a slight yawn, “Chemistry is nothing but glorified math. It’s barely a science.”

Armin shrugs, but he doesn’t disagree. He isn’t the biggest fan of chemistry, unlike somebody else he knows. “Why’d you take chem if you knew it would have so much math?”

It’s Eren’s turn to shrug, slumping back in his chair and running a hand through his hair, “I gotta take all the pre-med requirements… just in case.”

“You wanna go to med school? Since when?”

Eren averts his eyes from his friend, a telltale sign of his bashfulness coming over him. It doesn’t happen often, but Armin knows it’s sincere when it does.

“Dunno. I’m not sure of it, just wanna keep my options open, you know?” Eren replies casually, “Doctors help make a difference and all that, and surgery looks kind of cool. Besides, if my bastard father could do it, how hard could it really be?”

A gentle smile grows on Armin’s lips, “You can do it. If you really want to, I know you can.”

Eren’s head snaps up, eyes wide and filled with affirmation and adoration. He relaxes his expression quickly after, but the pink hues are still present, “Thanks, Min.”

From his position he catches eye of another head of familiar blonde hair over Armin’s shoulder, and beside it, your own hair. There’s a flash of a moment when your eyes meet Eren’s, and you offer him a small wave before turning back to Annie to resume doing your homework. Eren barely gets the chance to wave back, but a dopey smile sits on his features at your kind gesture. It fades when he looks back to Armin, once again pondering the animosity between you two.

You and Armin aren’t all that different, you just need to get to know each other better. Actually, Eren thinks that you might make a good couple if you both stopped overthinking it.

“So, what’s the deal with you and (_____)?” Eren asks, bending his right knee to wrap his arm around his leg and rest his chin on top of it, “You act like she kicked your cat.”

“What?” Armin questions, flustered, “What—no, she wouldn’t touch Soup.”

Eren quirks an eyebrow at that. “I still can’t believe you named your cat Soup.”

“It’s technically a nickname.”

“A nickname for what?”

“…For Miso Soup.”

Eren blinks. “Okay, if she didn’t mess with Soup, then what’s the issue? You scared of her or something?”

“Why would I be scared of her?” Armin asks, tone incredulous; then softer, more subdued, like a kid who doesn’t want to admit they’re wrong, “’M not scared of her.”

“You stare at her like you are—well, you look kind of angry, but also scared. Like, when you see those balloon things outside of car washes. You hate them, but you can’t look away from them—”

“I am not scared of those!”

“You are, and it’s okay,” Eren waves away his friend’s denial, “Oh, I get it—is this one of those things where she makes you nervous, so you respond with anger and sarcasm instead of thinking through your feelings?”

“You’ve been going to therapy for one month, relax.”

“Maybe you two should go to friend therapy and work this out,” Eren bites back, “It probably doesn’t help that she’s always with Annie. They both look like they would murder someone with no remorse. I admit, it is kind of scary… but it’s kind of hot, too.”

Armin spares him an unamused glare. Eren crosses his arms in defense, “What? I’m not wrong. It’s sexy in a scary kind of way, maybe that’s why you’re always eye fucking. I don’t blame you, she’s hot. I would let her and Annie axe-murder me without regret.”

“Eren?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and do problem six, I don’t have all day.”

Eren huffs, but flips the page to the next problem, grumbling under his breath as he attempts the, “It’s not as sexy when you’re mean, you know.”

Armin hits him silent.

Tuesdays are Armin’s favorite days because he only has one class. Sure, it’s three hours long, but it’s much more bearable than his usual eight-hour day.

It’s also the one class he shares with you. Which is why he’s always mentally exhausted by the end of it, but physically, he feels like he could punch a wall; all his pent up anger and frustration is channeled into his body and he’s desperate for an outlet for it. It’s a feeling he hates to love.

Annie seems to have cut class today seeing as she’s not next to you; and it’s almost as if it’s emboldened you to mess with him even more than usual.

He bites his tongue as Dr. Zöe enthusiastically uses your latest point as a segue into the final topic of the evening. He made that same point ten minutes ago. You just worded it differently—admittedly, more concisely, but somehow with a little more nuance, than when he had hesitantly proposed it—and, yeah, maybe you made it sound more convincing, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t come up with it first. If his stupid, fancy stylus didn’t cost upwards of $200 he might have snapped it in half.

You’re definitely the better conversationalist, that much he can admit. Words have never been his forte and he hates the way you can talk circles around him, and that there’s so little he can say to make you stop.

He wishes you would just shut up. In fact, he’d like to shut you up himself.

Thankfully, class ends sooner rather than later. Armin finds himself briefly talking with Dr. Zöe afterwards, most other students having taken the opportunity to leave early for the night. To nobody’s surprise, you’re not one of them, having stuck around to talk to the professor, too.

“The two of you should consider lab research this summer,” Dr. Zöe suggests ardently, walking between the two of you as you exit the lecture hall, “I could really use two students like you!”

Armin chuckles at his boisterous professor. He’s known about the research opportunities at their lab for quite some time now, and he knows that you have, too. “I don’t know that lab work is really my strong suit.”

The three of you come to stop at the hallway intersection, the professor now standing across from you and him. You give them a polite smile, “And I’m not sure that collaboration is mine.”

Armin spares a glance just in time to see you flash one of your own in his direction. Dr. Zöe’s eyes flicker between the two students rapidly, a slight squint to their eyelids.

They aren’t quite sure why their two brightest students seem to despise each other. They wish you two would just get along already, so that they don’t have to spend the summer training half-witted chemical engineering majors how to use basic lab equipment; and instead, conduct some actual research.

“Well, I hope the both of you reconsider,” they smile, “I’ll see you during office hours, I presume?”

You two nod in sync, sending the doctor off with happy smile, just long enough until you see that they’ve turned the corner further down the hall

“Had fun stealing my point earlier?” Armin questions, looking your way as you still wave mindlessly, eye-twitching at your polite façade.

“I would call it improvement,” you tell him, not bothering to turn in his direction; still and smiling waving like the professor can see or hear you, “You should stick to showing, rather than saying. You never were good with your words.”

Armin kisses his teeth together. He’ll give you what you want, if that’s how you want it.

In a fit of irritation, he grabs your moving hand by the wrist, and pulls you down the opposite hallway, not caring for your dramatic wailing behind him.

“Hey, Einstein, the exit is the other way, do you have any idea where we’re going?”

“Ever heard of observational learning? Maybe if you shut up for a second, you would figure it out,” he snaps, pulling you further.

There’s a door on the left that Armin knows is unlocked, and he’s quick to open it and pull you inside. Before you have the chance to glance around, he has you pushed up against the wall, jaw forced up and forward.

He could scoff at the small hitch in your breath at his actions, clearly a little too satisfied with being manhandled; but instead, he takes the opportunity to press your lips together. Armin quite likes the feeling of your lips on his; warm and soft and far too welcoming; a rare moment of silence.

“Someone could hear us.”

Or not so silent.

“Then be quiet,” he snarls.

Armin feels your fingers weave themselves into his hair, scraping along his undercut in sync with his lips trailing down your jaw. A groan falls from his when he feels you tug at the ends of the strands, just hard enough to force his face back to eye level with yours.

“You’re the one with the big mouth.”

“You’re so smart, huh. Always got something to say,” Armin lets out a low chuckle, deft fingers running down your sides to squeeze at your waist, “You can be really fuckin’ annoying, you know that.”

You mirror half of his ministrations, letting your right hand trail down his chest barely brushing over the very visible bulge in his jeans, before hooking your index finger under the belt loop, effectively pulling him closer to you.

The smile on your face is dirty, but you’re not laughing like he was, “Do something about it then.”

His blue eyes grow cloudy as he takes a good look at you; slowly rakes over your features, from that stupid, snarky look in your eyes, to your kiss-bruised lips, down to your chest, and back up again. Armin finds himself copying your smirk for all the wrong reasons. But it’s your own fault; you always did like to push him one step over the edge.

“Fine.”

Despite your twisted grin there’s a look in your eyes that’s eager; willing; ready for the taking. That same look you have when you talk over him in class; when you pretend to ignore him around your mutual friends; when you want him to fuck you stupid.

Armin uses his right hand to cup your jaw again, closing the distance between your mouths with a less than gentle kiss. He feels your groans reverberating through his body, waves of heat accompanying them and going straight to his erection. Your arch your back into the kiss, but he forces you backwards, left hand flat against your tummy.

Following suit, he pushes himself against your body, pressing his knee between your legs; the thin fabric of your stockings doing little to prevent your thighs from rubbing against him.

He swipes his tongue over the seam of your lips, earning a frenzied whine when glides his tongue across yours, and teasingly licks at the roof of your mouth. Your tongue is lithe against his, but somehow just as deceptive and sly as always, and Armin would be a fool to deny that he loved it.

There’s a spark flickering in his stomach when you push your center harshly against his; and it’s only ignited further when he feels you bite his bottom lip. A guttural growl escapes him, his right hand moving to your throat with practiced ease, pushing the back of your head into the wall.

He pauses for a moment, drinks in your wide eyes and desperate visage, “You are the single most frustrating person I’ve ever met in my entire life.”

And he couldn’t get enough of it if he tried. He couldn’t get enough of you.

You must see through his words, into the grainy expression of adoration in his eyes, because he can see it filtering into yours, pupils dilating with both want and care.

“Aw, baby, I love you, too,” you pout, leaning forward as best to can to peck him on the lips, “Now, shut me up and fuck me. It’s exhausting being this pretty and smart-mouthed, you know.”

Armin dips his head into your neck, squeezes against the column of your throat with warning until he hears a gasp escape from your lips. He presses gentle kisses into your skin, in stark contrast to the increasing pressure from his fingers, waiting for one last request, and then, finally—“Please.”

He smiles, loosens his grip for a moment, just long enough to hear your pretty panting, before slotting his lips against yours again. Your moans are lewd and sloppy and breathless between kisses, and it makes his dick twitch in his pants. You really are so fucking loud. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He uses his free hand to push your skirt up, and subsequently dip past the weak barrier of your tights and underwear. The slightest flicker of his fingers against your center has you choking out a moan, and Armin is forced to press his right thumb harder against your neck.

“Quiet,” he reminds you, “You asked nicely, so I’ll give you what you want. No need to be loud about it.”

He watches you nod with short and restricted movements, a sadistic kind of power washing over him at your eager compliance. He uses his middle finger to rub slow, careful circles around your clit; the feeling of your wet cunt against his fingers, coupled with your wanton moaning only spurs on the throbbing in his pants.

“Armin,” you whine, impatiently; but he expected that of you, “Don’t tease.”

His eyes flash to yours briefly, pressing his lips to yours again to swallow your shuddered moans. He dips his tongue into your mouth at the same time he does his middle finger into your cunt. An obscene moan echoing through the classroom, as Armin feels your body arching into his again; feels your fingers frantically flying to his hair, searching for purchase to anchor yourself on.

He pulls away in time to add another digit and watch you groan underneath him. He pushes both his fingers in to the knuckle, carefully curling them upwards to elicit the prettiest sound out of you. He has to admit, it’s probably his favorite thing to hear come out of your mouth.

He keeps a steady pace, pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy with perfect friction, teetering between letting you moan his name and choking you silent. Your hands are frantic in his hair, grasping and pulling and so, so, desperate, Armin can’t help but to finger fuck you harder.

“You want one more?” he questions, but his voice is taunting, words ghosted over your lips just out of reach for you to kiss.

He can feel your leg trembling against his, see you pupils shaking along with your shaking head. Armin stops to smile; he thought you might do that. He could probably make you cry right now if he wanted to. Maybe later.

“Want you to fuck me,” your words short and ragged, eyebrows raised when he uses his thumb to press lightly against your clit, “Armin, please.”

The blonde shakes his head, “You’re dumber than you look if you think I’m gonna fuck you in a classroom, baby, so if you want to cum now, you better tell me.”

You have the audacity to pout of all things, “You’re mean.”

Armin lets out a breathless laugh. “You like it,” he leans forward to peck you sweetly, “So, what’ll it be?”

“Fine, but I want head later, too,” you tell him, words becoming less firm when Armin teases his ring finger against your slit, “Please.”

Armin hums in compliance, leaning forward to kiss you again, this time with more tact, and he chases your whines when he finally pushes a third finger inside of you.

“Look at you,” he croons breaking your kiss and forcing your head back again, “You take it so well.”

“Ah—fuck, there, Armin—there,” you cry, wet heat squeezing around his fingers in intermittent spasms.

Armin watches your chest heave with desperate breaths, air stuttering to pass from your lips to your lungs with his hand around your neck. He can feel your walls constricting around his fingers, feel your body shaking underneath him when he increases his pace. He curls his fingers again, just right, just until he hears you sing a strained call of his name. And when he feels your nails scraping down the nape of his neck, and the slight weight of your body convulsing, Armin knows you’re done for.

He’s nice enough to fuck you through your orgasm, shallow thrusts of his fingers bringing you to and down from your high as he watches you pant for him. He presses small kisses against your throat, up, up, up, until he’s kissing you, and carefully pulling his fingers out.

He removes his hand from your neck, and slides it down your waist to offer you support. He’s not prepared for your sudden pull on his neck, forcing him into a kiss that conveys your content; he’s quick to raise his left hand, palm meeting the wall to hold himself up against your sporadic actions, chuckling lightly into your kiss. You were always so reckless and happy after an orgasm.

You kiss him like you have him wrapped your finger despite being the one pleading moments ago. You do, so he supposes it’s not unwarranted; and he welcomes your flirtatious kisses despite the annoying blush they always bring forth.

And sure enough, he can feel his face on fire when you pull away. Armin scoffs internally at himself; he really should be able to keep it together around you by now. But when you kiss him like that, you kind of make it hard to think straight.

“You’re so good when you’re not… pretending to be good,” you hum, a blissful, hazy look on your features as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Armin shakes his head with a chortle of disbelief; leans forward to kiss you again, “’M not pretending. I am good.”

“Yeah, you’re such a good little saint that arguing with your girlfriend turns you on,” you taunt him, “It’s okay, Armin, you can admit it.”

He groans, out of shallow annoyance this time, and it makes you giggle. “Why are you acting like you’re not complicit in this?”

“Oh, no, no, no,” you refute with an exaggerated roll of your eyes, “You get turned on by hearing me talk about biochemistry. I like it when you tell me to shut up about it. We are not the same.”

“Yeah, because you look hot doing it,” he tells you, “Speaking of which, Eren called you hot today, so I kind of need you to slip a neurotoxin in his Gatorade.”

“Aw, Eren thinks I’m hot? Tell him I think he’s hot, too,” you bat your eyelashes at him, but Armin only offers you an unimpressed glare in return.

“I think he might be onto us, actually,” Armin notes, affectionately bumping his nose against yours.

“If he’s onto us, then it’s because you’re the one giving it away, not me.”

“Oh, because you could never do anything wrong, right?”

“Right,” you flash him an overconfident smile before reaching up to kiss to the tip of his nose, “See you’re so smart, baby.”

Armin shakes his head again in disbelief. You’re a handful, he can see that much.

“Come on,” he prompts, “We should go, I still have to finish my lab write up, and I know you haven’t started your paper.”

Armin tries to motion you forward, but is stopped when he feels your hand combing through his hair, and sees the genuine spark of concern in your eyes. “The one for your elective? I thought you said you were going to finish it on Monday.”

“I was,” Armin admits, “But then I didn’t.”

“You want me to help you with it?” you offer kindly, pushing his bangs back and letting your hands fall down the sides of his face, palms resting against his ears.

He nods gently, turning his head to press a kiss into your left palm, before wrapping his hand around your wrist, “I can help you outline your paper.”

You nod in return, and Armin spares one more kiss, before pulling your hand away to lace your fingers together.

Thankfully, nobody’s around to catch you exiting the classroom, or see you holding hands as you make your way out of the building and towards the bus stop. This was Armin’s favorite part of any Tuesday; the one time he could hold your hand on campus without the fear of getting caught by your friends.

He reasons that you guys should probably tell them soon, though, especially if Eren might have an idea of what’s going on. You were bound to get caught sooner rather than later. That, or Eren and Sasha would start meddling.

“If you think Eren knows, then Mikasa definitely knows,” you note, swinging your intertwined hands as you walk through the parking lot as a shortcut.

“Maybe if you actually remembered to hide Soup’s toys, there would be less evidence for her to piece together.”

“Yeah, well, maybe if you didn’t forget when your midterms are, I wouldn’t have to emergency cat sit the hour before Mikasa comes around, and there wouldn’t be any toys to hide in the first place.”

“I’m bad with dates, you know that!” Armin pouts, “I don’t say anything when you forget about ten page papers until four hours before they’re due.”

“You’re saying something right now, actually.”

“That’s not what I—you know, you’re so—”

Armin’s quiet when he feels your lips pressed against his cheekily, “Annoying. I know. You like it. You’re not very good at staying mad for very long.”

Armin’s tempted to roll his eyes yet again—he really needs to quit it, or at the very least, get your own temper under control before it’s irreversible and completely rubbed off on him—but takes the opportunity to kiss your forehead, instead.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Your eyes twinkle under his affections. “And that you love me?”

He nods, “And that I love you.”

“And that you’re gonna fuck me before you make me write my paper when we get home, right?”

Armin chuckles and presses another kiss to your forehead, “We’ll see about that one.”

Hange huffs as they make their way through the parking. They always forget their keys in their office, and always, inconveniently park half-way across the campus. In their defense, this parking lot is free, and the one closest to the Medical Sciences building is not. So, really, capitalism is the one to blame for their frequent late night car lot strolls.

They hear two familiar voices bickering just as they’re about to step into their car, and are more than surprised to see their two favorite students walking together. Walking together and holding hands. Wait—you and Armin are walking together and holding hands?

Hange blinks for a moment, drowning out the sounds of the conversation after they see you two kiss. Their jaw practically falls to the asphalt and they might not blink for a full two minutes as they process what they just saw.

Their trance is broken when it finally, finally clicks together, and Hange has to try their hardest to contain their squeals before sitting in the driver’s seat, an overly forceful slam to the car door following. They waste no time fumbling with the pockets of their lab coat to fish out their phone, and make a call to their favorite math professor.

“Levi, I told you Arlert and (_____) had to know each other outside of class! I think they might be dating! You know what this means, right? I can have them both in the same lab without worrying they might start a chemical fire, and I won’t have to hire two brick heads this summer!”

Levi has never hung up a call more quickly in his life.

#aot x reader #snk x reader #armin x reader #aot imagines #snk imagines #armin smut #armin fluff #eren x reader

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sagurus · 3 years ago

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Regarding a Common Misconception of Hakuba Saguru

Lately I've been doing some reflecting on Saguru & the various ways I've seen him portrayed, as well as the ways I've portrayed him in the past. And then I was rereading some MK manga, and had some realizations. I've been feeling like rambling about them! So here I go, rambling.

[Disclaimer: I'm not personally taking issue with anyone's interpretation or impression of Saguru - just sharing my own impressions! This is just for fun <3 ]

Misconception: Saguru is constantly accusing Kaito of being KID

It’s a generally accepted fact in a lot of fics I’ve read (and honestly, maybe some fics I’ve written -- I used to hold this belief too!) that Saguru just unendingly insinuates that Kaito is KID--alone, in front of other people, always.

I won’t cite any here, but I’ve seen nods in fanwork to Aoko feeling a little stressed/frustrated about the fact that Saguru thinks Kaito is KID and makes it known. I’ve also seen fanwork where Saguru explicitly calls Kaito KID, presses Kaito for information, or otherwise makes his beliefs clear, even when others are around.

There are only five scenes in the Magic Kaito manga where Saguru makes direct indication toward his knowledge of KID’s identity.

First, of course, we’ve got chapter 17 - the first chapter where Saguru puts together that Kaito is KID.

For a long time, when I’d consumed more fic than MK canon, I recall an image born in my head of Saguru singling Kaito out in class and making the claim that Kaito is KID in front of everybody. I don’t know if I ever read any such allusion in a fic, or if it’s just an assumption I drew based on portrayals I read, but imagine my surprise when he does nothing of the sort.

Now, to be fair, Saguru is A LOT in this chapter. MK is still heavily in gag manga territory, so his behavior is extra extra played up. But if we take away the visuals, the dialogue between Saguru and Kaito can be summed up thusly:

[First scene where Saguru makes direct indications as to KID’s identity]

Kaito: You look so tired. Haven’t gotten enough sleep after chasing KID for three nights In a row, huh?

Saguru: Hmph. Aren’t you tired as well?

And then, a few beats later in the conversation:

Saguru: I’d like to invite you to the Ochima Art Museum tonight, where KID’s declared his next target. Kaito: Eh? Saguru: Then, you’ll understand why I’m so tired. Or, do you have other plans tonight? Kaito: Okay, I accept your invitation. It’ll be great to see your work in action!

And that’s it, that’s the big class confrontation. Aoko is present for it, but she’s more interested in joining in on the fun, and while I do think Aoko pieces together that Kaito is KID, she prefers to live in willful ignorance of it until it becomes impossible for her to ignore. She’s bright enough to pick up what Saguru’s implying, but because he never brings it past implication, there’s no reason for her to look at it too hard. Anyway, I digress. That’s conjecture and headcanon talking. My point is that Saguru never makes any explicit claims, just invites Kaito along to the heist.

Another neat thing about this scene is that--while certainly not motivated by mercy in this case, Saguru does give Kaito an out: “Or, do you have an excuse not to go tonight?” Of course, if Kaito took it, it would be rather damning, but I do think it would have been enough confirmation for Saguru. I don’t think there would have been any arm-twisting to get Kaito to agree.

But Kaito and Saguru are competitive bastards, so here we are.

Let’s move on to the heist!

Once again, the manga certainly plays up the whole ordeal. Saguru is intense and waiting for his moment, and Kaito’s being, well, Kaito.

At the heist, there are a few points where Saguru has opportunities to make allusions to Kaito being KID in a way others would pick up on, or otherwise make his suspicions known, but he doesn’t.

First of all, is this exchange:

Nakamori: Why are you guys here? Aoko: Hakuba-kun invited us! Nakamori: What’s the meaning of this, Hakuba-kun? Saguru: I thought she might like to see if KID is arrested tonight. Nakamori: You’ll fail if you’re too cocky! Saguru: We’re well-prepared. Besides, who knows… KID may already be here.

Saguru does imply KID could be present, but he makes no indication that he means Kaito. His next opportunity to hint at Kaito being KID or otherwise make accusations is when Nakamori asks him to consult as a magician.

Nakamori: Kaito, since you’re here, do you want to use your magic against KID? Kaito: [laughing sheepishly] Saguru: Oh, I want to see that fight, too. If you really can do it.

Needling, yes. Saguru knows what he’s saying and so does Kaito. Accusations, no. This is well within the realm of something Saguru would have said even if he didn’t suspect Kaito, considering their dynamic up until this point.

And then, the most explicit Saguru ever gets in terms of literally calling Kaito out as being KID, beginning when Kaito excuses himself to go to the bathroom right before the heist:

[Second scene where Saguru makes direct indications as to KID’s identity]

Saguru: [handcuffs himself to Kaito] Kaito: Huh? Saguru: I won’t let you do that, Kuroba. Kaito: What do you think you’re doing?! Saguru: I got the report back from the lab. The hair I got from KID indicated that he’s a high school student. After I compared KID’s data with other high school students’ data in the database… Kuroba Kaito came up in the final list. Kaito: That’s a coincidence. Saguru: Really? We’ll see soon enough. Let’s wait until the time KID is stated to come. [Some heist hubbub occurs as officers get into position even though KID hasn’t arrived at the heist time] Aoko: What? KID’s not coming? Saguru: Ha! It looks like I win! You’d better confess who you really are.

And from there, of course, ‘KID’ (Akako in disguise) swoops in and takes care of the heist. That more or less wraps up chapter 17, the first chapter where Saguru understands that Kaito is KID. And I would argue this is the most aggressive Saguru ever is. In fact, rather than persist in trying to accuse/capture/implicate Kaito as KID, he straight up vanishes from the narrative for several chapters.

Saguru doesn’t show up again until the Chat Noir heist, in chapter 25, when he calls from France.

It’s also important to note that at this point, Magic Kaito’s narrative has experienced a slight tonal shift. At the very least, while still often comedic, it reads less like a gag manga. Between the last time we saw Saguru and now, we’ve learned the apparent motivation behind Toichi’s murder, we’ve met Snake (an albeit rather incompetent villain) and Kaito has faced down gunfire and the danger posed by Snake and his men.

The way Saguru is portrayed has also shifted to reflect the shift too. Instead of a hulking antagonist-like character in a Holmes cosplay, he’s dressed primly and presents more as a cheeky but polite character. He’s also more effectively emulating the charm that the story tried to imply he had early on (“Hakuba Saguru, at your service!”, the girls in class fawning over him, the newspaper calling him out as a famous detective making a long-awaited return to Japan).

The interaction is entirely less antagonistic, too. For reference, I’ll paste the exchange (sans Saguru’s massive info dump) below.

[Third scene where Saguru makes direct indications as to KID’s identity]

[At the heist for the golden eye] Kaito: [Hiding in a bathroom stall while putting on a disguise] [His phone starts ringing] Hello…? Saguru: Hi, it’s been a while. Are you still alive? Kaito: [Thinking] This sugary yet obnoxious tone of voice is... Hakuba?! Saguru: You’ve made quite the stir in Paris. They’re all talking about how France’s Chat Noir is going to go up against you in Japan. Kaito: Idiot! It’s not me. It’s Kaitou KID! Saguru: Ha… it doesn’t really matter. I’ll share some information that I gathered over here. [Info dump cut from dialogue] Well! That’s about all I have to say. Do your best. I don’t want to see you lose to anyone until I capture you myself. Kaito: Like I’ve been saying, I’m not KID! Saguru: Oops, it’s almost time for the Paris Fashion Week. See you! Kaito: H-hey…

The only part of this conversation that I could consider to fall into the territory of antagonistic is when Saguru says “I don’t want to see you lose to anyone until I capture you myself.” And more than anything, I think this is less reflective of a real desire to capture Kaito, and more reflective of his competitive nature. Not to mention, within the context of the conversation, it feels much more like teasing than anything.

Saguru’s motivation for making the call is clear: He doesn’t want Kaito to lose, and he wants to help ensure Kaito’s success.

And most interestingly (although I’d like to see the raw manga to confirm this, or otherwise a more literal translation) he never explicitly calls Kaito KID either. Outside of alluding to KID’s actions, Saguru doesn’t explicitly say Kaito is KID or mention KID at all. It’s Kaito who does that.

When Kaito points out that he is not, in fact, KID, Saguru doesn’t argue. He simply brushes off the denial and shares the information he’s collected.

So, to summarize what we’ve covered so far: after Saguru failed to arrest Kaito during chapter 17, he stopped troubling Kaito so thoroughly that the next time he features in the story isn’t until he’s calling from overseas to try to lend Kaito some helpful information. He’s not even playing a part in trying to capture this thief he allegedly wants to catch.

And then, Saguru dips back out of the narrative, although for a shorter period this time. The next arc he appears in is a few chapters later--the Nightmare Heist which he arrives in the middle of. But, there’s not any interaction between him and Kaito, nor any allusions made by Saguru about KID’s identity, so we’ll move on.

The fourth time Saguru makes any indication that Kaito is KID is during the Corbeau arc, when KID is being challenged by a clad-in-black KID lookalike.

Before jumping into that specific scene, though, there’s another interaction I’d like to call attention to--between Saguru and Nakamori. Not because of something Saguru says, but because of what he doesn’t say.

Nakamori: Hahaha! Looks like you let your guard down because you thought I was at home with a cold! Saguru: Our plan succeeded, it seems. Nakamori: But I only told Aoko I had a cold, so how does KID know…? Saguru: Hm...

If Saguru were wanting to make some kind of accusation, even a non-explicit one, he would have made some remark. Instead, he doesn’t say anything at all, which continues to speak to the fact that he isn’t really interested in implicating Kaito.

Anyway, the next time Saguru makes any sort of implication that Kaito is KID he is, once again, trying to help. Last time it was over the phone, so the conversation was private. This time, the conversation is in a classroom, although based on the panels, it seems like Saguru and Kaito are alone at the beginning--or at least, no attention is being paid to them.

[Fourth scene where Saguru makes direct indications as to KID’s identity]

Kaito: [Talking to himself] It must be the case, there’s no other way. There must have been some trick with the case.

Saguru: [Eavesdropping, apparently alone in the room with him] The case didn’t contain any hidden mechanisms. Kaito: Eh? Saguru: No hidden doors or things like that, as are often used in magic tricks. Kaito: W-what on earth are you talking about? Saguru: A new notice from Corbeau arrived this morning. ‘I’ll come and take the real Midnight Crow tonight.’ My name is Hakuba--so I don’t want a ‘white’ person to lose to some ominous black crow. [From here, Akako and then Aoko jump into the conversation.]

Surely a classroom is a risky place to have a conversation about KID, but the nice thing is that Saguru--once again--doesn’t bring up KID at all beyond saying that he doesn’t want the ‘white[-clad] person’ to lose to the black crow. From the outside looking in, all he’s doing is sharing information about the case with Kaito. It may also seem unwarranted from that perspective, but not at all implicating.

Also, another thing I’d like to call attention to is that when Akako joins the conversation (and seemingly blindsides Saguru, as if he wasn’t expecting anyone else to join), Saguru stops talking. He continues to be quiet when Aoko chimes in, and he doesn’t have any relevant dialogue for the rest of the scene.

Once again, Saguru’s clearly motivated to share information in the interest of helping Kaito. He has to share with Kaito’s civilian identity, since he can’t exactly arrange a conversation with KID, and this is likely the easiest way for him to do it. He makes no accusations, and this time he doesn’t even imply he wants KID caught.

So--Saguru is a part of the narrative again, but since rejoining the narrative he seems less interested in actually catching KID and far more interested in helping Kaito. And no accusations or incriminating allusions have been made since chapter 17, before Saguru’s first hiatus from the story.

The final time Saguru nods to Kaito being KID is from the Sun Halo arc. This is probably the interaction that’s closest to what fanon tends to depict when it comes to Saguru making subtle accusations that Kaito is KID. And even then, I tend to take this arc with a grain of salt if only because it felt less like Gosho was trying to add to the story and more like he was just trying to make a Magic Kaito addition that hit various fan expectations while still being wildly disappointing, lmao.

[Fifth scene where Saguru makes direct indications as to KID’s identity]

Saguru: [approaching and commenting on Kaito’s motorcycle] I see, a Suzuki GSX 250R. Akako: Ah, Hakuba-kun… Saguru: You’ve shown me something interesting. Perhaps this might help the police tonight. And could it be that you’ve forgotten… that the only motorised bikes we’re allowed to ride to school are scooters? Kaito: Eh?! For real?!

Once again, Saguru doesn’t explicitly mention KID at all--and segues from his mention of the police to pointing out that Kaito is breaking the rules right now, actually, which helps blend this teasing comment into the conversation.

Yes, later in the chapter Saguru does show up with a team of motorcycle experts. But that also means there’s more disguise opportunities for KID and more factors to account for, thus complicating things for, well, everyone--not just KID.

Also, I tend to dismiss that as Gosho throwing in some comedy, and as less to do with Saguru’s character. Call it cherrypicking if you like :P

To recount--there are five times where Saguru implies Kaito is KID.

The first two are in chapter 17, when Saguru first puts it together, and it is during this chapter that he gets the most explicit about calling Kaito out as KID, as well as the most aggressively he behaves about it. And he backs off so hard after that doesn’t work, that we don’t see him for several chapters.

The next two times he implies Kaito is KID are both in order to help him. No aggression or accusations, just the sharing of information. Even when teasing or suggesting he’s interested in catching KID, he’s good-natured about it, and when he realizes there are potentially people witnessing the conversation, he stops participating.

The final time he implies Kaito is KID is a tiny comment about finding something Kaito has shown him ‘interesting’ and ‘helpful for the police’ before smoothing into gently teasing Kaito for bringing an illegal vehicle to school.

In conclusion, Saguru may start off apparently aggressive in part thanks to early Magic Kaito’s overall tone, but rather than persevering in trying to catch Kaito after cornering him in chapter 17, he actually seems to back off. Once he’s playing a part in the narrative again, when he interacts with Kaito it’s almost exclusively to help him. Yes, he is on the task force and participating at heists, but where it matters, he’s less interested in catching the thief and far more interested in those the thief is opposing (excluding the police force).

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redbootsindoriath · 2 years ago

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After I answered that ask about my thoughts on autistic Beleg and Túrin, a couple of people took the bait and asked about my headcanons (as opposed to just the reasons I interpret them as autistic). And of course I am always delighted to share headcanons. Be aware that a few of them here and there will overlap with things I mentioned in the other post, so I’m apologizing in advance for any redundancy; but aside from those, please bear in mind that most of the things on this list are just my own original ideas with absolutely no direct supporting evidence from canon. If you want canon stuff instead, you’d be happier reading the other post. But for those who don’t mind me taking a bit of artistic license with the characters, the headcanons are under the cut.

Stims: • Túrin slams doors when he’s anxious, angry, or bored, or even if he just thinks things are too quiet. Later in life he develops a stim where if he has a sword at his side he frequently grips the hilt, brushes his fingers across the pommel, or otherwise is touching/handling it. It gets even more frequent the more nervous he is. He is unaware that this makes him look angry and/or dangerous. He also draws his eyebrows together to “reset” his facial features if he’s overstimulated, which of course doesn’t help him look any less threatening. • Beleg brushes or taps the fingertips of one hand against each other whenever he is concentrating and his hands aren’t busy. If he’s stressed and silence isn’t necessary, he’ll snap his fingers to reset his focus. He is also obsessed with interesting textures: if there’s something that looks like it might feel interesting to touch, he will absolutely go and brush his hands across it. If he is sitting down while happy, excited, or nervous, he will bounce one or both of his legs like a dog wagging its tail, but he always stops once he notices he’s doing it. He also has a neutral stim where he twists his forelock around his forefinger. • Both of them tend to pace: Túrin does it to relieve stress when he’s nervous, Beleg does it to let off energy when he’s bored or impatient.

Sensory things: • Túrin has trouble with certain textures, especially clothing textures. This is easy enough to manage while he lived in Dor-lómin and in Menegroth, but after his self-banishment it became more difficult for him to find the very specific fabrics that he was comfortable wearing. He has difficulty picking out a single conversation out when there are overlapping voices, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. Around the people he trusts, he is very physical. Hugs, headbutts, wrestling, brushing fingertips, he loves it all, and the deeper the pressure the better, but only with the people he trusts. When he was young, he had many food aversions, but after moving to Doriath he trained himself to handle more variety. This became especially useful during his time on the marches and with the outlaws, where it was more a question of whether or not you’d be eating at all than what you would be eating. • Beleg, being an elf, has keener hearing than Túrin, and this has been heightened even more by sensory processing disorder. This ridiculously sensitive hearing is part of what makes him such a brilliant tracker, but it also means he dislikes crowded places. He, like Túrin, finds it unusually hard to carry a conversation when there are others talking around him. There are also many sounds that he is extremely averse to. (Despite all of this sound sensitivity, however, he still cannot judge the volume of his own voice when he gets excited. This confuses people who don’t know him well.) Overall, he has a lot of sensory processing problems and is very prone to sensory overload of all kinds. This includes touch: while he likes deep pressure and shows physical affection almost aggressively at times (wrestling, punching in the arm, etc.), he doesn’t like to be touched unexpectedly, too lightly, or for too long.

Social: • Túrin has a terrible time with the concept of personal space. Naturally he often stands very close to other people, which of course makes them uncomfortable, but later in life, once he’s got an unhealthy case of post-traumatic stress disorder, he becomes very uncomfortable whenever someone else stands too close to him. He still automatically stands too close to others, though, which is a terrible combination. He is also stubborn (as we all know), doesn’t respond well to correction, and has a hard time understanding subtle methods of communication, but he doesn’t know how to communicate any of this and as a result he usually just comes across as sullen while really he just doesn’t know how to tell anyone that he doesn’t understand them or know how to deal with his own very complex inner thoughts in response to them. He also gets nervous in crowds but doesn’t actually let himself leave until he’s exhausted all his other options. He is absolutely awful with reading social cues and although he learns to read them through practice, the harder he tries to get better the more humiliated and frustrated he becomes when he still fails now and then. • Beleg can socialize in moderate sized groups for a little while, but once he’s had enough he can and will leave without any warning at all. If given the choice, he would rather hang out alone or with only one person at a time. Sometimes his friends will find him sitting up somewhere high, watching everyone else socialize, because to Beleg this counts as socializing. He’s not very clever with social cues, but no one knows if it’s because he’s completely missing them or because he’s willfully ignoring them. He entirely avoids eye contact unless he’s trying to get a point across very clearly, trying to intimidate someone, or trying to read someone’s expressions (the last of which does not come naturally but he has gotten pretty good at it over millennia of practice). • Both of them might seem somewhat antisocial, or at least asocial, to the casual observer, but this is just because they have their Very Specific People that they love to hang out with. Put them with their favorite people and they’ll talk enough to satisfy pretty much anybody’s social standards. Since both of them had to learn non-literal figures of speech through observing the ways others interacted and then experimenting with it themselves, their attempts are a bit hit-or-miss. This means that they fluctuate between being overly literal and overly cryptic, usually at the wrong time for both. Combine this with their stubbornness and intensity when it comes to the things that matter most to them, it’s probably just as well that neither of them really seek out too much social interaction.

Other habits: • Beleg is extra susceptible to hyperfocus and hyperfixations, to the point that it has become a joke among his friends to bring one up in front of him and see how quickly he drops whatever he was doing before. His two settings are utter chill and utter chaos and he can switch between the two in the blink of an eye.

How this all affects their interactions with each other: • Since Túrin loves physical touch and Beleg can only handle certain types of it, they’ve figured out how to come to a balance. Beleg will give Túrin bear hugs, and Túrin alerts Beleg (either verbally or with hand/posture gestures) before making casual physical contact (even if he’s just going to be sitting right next to him). • Neither of them are naturally skilled at picking up on subtle hints, so they both know to be very clear about when they’re upset with the other. They know that as long as they can get the problem into the open and don’t get offended by each other’s bluntness, they’re quite good at settling their differences in a way that’s perfectly satisfactory to both of them. • Beleg has had much more experience with being autistic in a mostly allistic world, so early on when he recognized some of the difficulties Túrin’s was trying to deal with, he started to suggest coping methods that he had found useful. Túrin soon began asking Beleg about whether he had problems with this or that, and whenever Beleg came back after being gone for a considerable length of time Túrin would meet him at the front gate of Menegroth with a list of questions he had written down during his time away.

#beleg #túrin #the man the myth the legends #three shinies #everyone deserved better except mîm #sometimes i overthink stuff #don't mind me #heck yeah bromance #forest pennies #just go read the book #/end classification tags #not me copying all of beleg's traits straight off myself #oh but guys about the communication thing in the last section #can society please start doing this as a whole #i'm speaking from experience when i say it works like a dream

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twicecorner · 3 years ago

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NSFW Tag Game

Roleplay in the boudoir isn't strange. Some of your partners even get costumes. Of course, some of those costumes see more use than others. Now you can't help but get at least a little horny whenever you see someone dressed like that. Who was it that forever changed how you see these ones?

How it works:

Go to “Random.org”.

Click on “Lists & More” and then “Lists Randomised”.

Enter the names of 18+ people/characters.

Use the first 8 to find out who really loves these outfits.

Tagged by @nsfwporty ; idk who to tag sooo if u see this and wanna do it go for it !

A/N: i added another category so I could get all 9 Twice members in lol I hope that’s okay. I also did the same sort of thing as @sinswithpleasure with the lil scenarios jumping between real life and purely roleplaying situations :) also sorry its so long and may sound repetitive.. I haven’t done something like this before TT

Police Officer - Nayeon

“You have the right to remain silent,” Officer Im Nayeon said, as she handcuffed you to the chair. “I already told you everything I know. I don’t know where she went, she knocked me out, took my car and left.” Nayeon slammed her fists on the metal table. She thought for a moment before saying, “Maybe there’s a way to get something we both want. I’ve been seeing you eyeing me ever since I walked in here.” You were confused as to why she’d bring that up, but you couldn’t help it, with a body like that and who doesn’t love a woman in uniform.She stepped out of the room for a moment and came back in with a totally different mood. Nayeon pushed your chair back and lowered herself onto her knees, unzipping your pants and pulling out your cock. Officer Im started to slowly stroke your length with her long, slender fingers, bringing it to stand at full attention. Your wrists were handcuffed behind you and the metal dug into your skin at her touch. Soon she brought her mouth to your tip and began furiously devouring your length.

You watched and moaned as your rod moved in and out of Officer. Im’s wet mouth, “Fuck I need more, Officer.” Your attempt to jerk your hips in tandem with her movements failed when Nayeon completely removed her mouth from you. “You know, you’re not half bad looking and you have a nice big cock. But you’re gonna have to do better than that if you wanna cum. ” She stood up, picked the small handcuff keys from her pocket, jingled them in your face, and walked towards the door laughing to herself. “OK wait! Before she left she may have mentioned a possible place or two she was heading to.” Officer Im stopped with her hand on the doorknob and spun around. “Now, we’re getting somewhere.. Tell me where she is and you’ll be released.. In more ways than one.” She said, returning to the spot on her knees in front of you. She started deep throating you fast, you were impressed at her skills and also a little worried about who could have been watching from the one-way glass, but that soon left your mind when you felt yourself nearing your edge. Nayeon’s tight throat closed around your length and with a few more bobs of her head you were seeing white “Oh fuck! She’s at her old dorm, Officer” You moaned loudly, releasing yourself and painting her throat. After swallowing your load Officer Im stood up, took off your handcuffs, said thank you and left the room without any other word.

Doctor/Nurse - Momo

You’d been sick for about a week with a little head cold and your girlfriend, Momo, was doing all that she could to take care of you, practically acting like your personal nurse. Finally feeling better, you were relaxing in bed when you heard a knock on the door before Momo, dressed in a makeshift nurses outfit strutted in. “It looks like my little Y/N is feeling better! Would you like a lollipop for being such a good patient for Nurse Momo?” You both laughed.‘“No, but I can think of something sweeter that I want right now.”

“And what would that be?”“I need the nurses special medicine to make me feel even better” You said smirking. Momo knew exactly what you meant before walking over to the bed hiking up her skirt and taking a seat on your face. Instantly you licked up her slit and gathered all of her nectar on your tongue. Momo always tasted so sweet. You ate her out, tongue fucking her and she planted her hands on your chest before grinding down on your face. She was a moaning mess and reached down with one hand slipping it under your sweats and began stroking your cock fast. You were both nearing your edge and with a few more licks and sucks at her clit she released her juices all over your face, at the same time you let go and let yourself erupt all over her hand and your stomach. “Maybe you should be sick more and I could be a nurse more often.”

Maid/Butler - Tzuyu

“Your dinner is ready, Sir”, “Thank you Ms. Chou.”

You sat at the small dining table looking out at the nighttime Seoul skyline from your apartment. Both you and Tzuyu liked the idea of one day living a lavish, wealthy lifestyle, and some nights you decided to roleplay around that idea. Tzuyu stood next to you in a classic maids outfit. “Ms. Chou, actually I think I’d like to start with dessert.” “And what would you like, sir?” You quickly got up from your seat and grabbed her waist pulling her in for a passionate kiss. “You”

Without wasting any time you picked her up and sat her onto the dining table with her long legs, hanging over the edge. You licked your lips as you pulled off Tzuyu’s panties, like unwrapping a piece of candy. Making your way to her center, you planted kisses up her thighs and pushed her skirt up. “Your desert is ready and waiting, Sir” she said, breathily.

You instantly tore into the delicacy before you, hooking your arms under her legs and around her hips to pull her body closer to you. Tzuyu was always sweet, but in her maid fit, she seemed even sweeter. It was like eating the finest fruit tart from a Michelin star restaurant. “Ms. Chou you taste so good” You say between licks. You sucked at her clit and lapped up her juices. She moaned and grabbed handfuls of your hair, pulling your head further into her. You began tongue fucking her, “Oh Sir, right there, that feels so good oh f-fuck im gonna cum, Sir” Within seconds of sucking and licking she squirted all over your face. You drank up as much as you could, some dripping from your chin when she finally released your head from her thighs. “Mmm, Ms. Chou, you’re the best desert on the menu.”

Fairytale Character - Sana

Sana was always a fan of playing dress up, especially in the bedroom. She came out of the bathroom in a short, tight green skirt with a purple bikini top on, her red-orange hair completing the look. “It looks like Ariel finally got her legs” You laughed. “Now all I need is my Prince Eric for a true love's kiss” She said, smiling and sauntering over to you. Sana blew you a kiss and you playfully acted along catching it and putting it to your lips. “Come here, then Ariel, I can give you a lot more than a true love’s kiss.” You pulled her in for a kiss as she sat on top of you. Your lips danced together while your tongues fought a fierce battle.

Before you knew it clothes were off, and Sana was on top of you bouncing up and down on your cock. The sound of skin slapping skin rang out through your room. Your cock slid in and out of her hole easily, it was practically drowning with how wet she was. “Oh fuck, I’m so close princess” You groaned, your swollen length pulsating inside of her. “Me too!” she said bouncing harder and faster, your hips matching her rhythm.

Suddenly Sana leaned forward, “I want my true love to kiss me while I cum all over his big cock” The second she said that and her perfect lips met yours, you both reached your edges, moaning into each other's mouths and riding out your orgasms.

CEO/Boss - Jihyo

Being the CEO’s secretary had its perks, sure the rest of the office made fun of you for practically being Park Jihyo’s pet, being at her every beck and call, but there was a damn good reason for it. Park Jihyo wasn’t known for just being a great boss, but with a body and a mind like hers, anyone would gladly take the same position as you. It was a Friday night and you were both staying late to finish preparing for a board meeting next Monday. “Do you have all the copies ready Y/N?” “Yes, they’re all on the conference table, the bottles of water and pens are also ready.”

“Always one step ahead, that’s what I love about you.” You had to admit you’d be lying if you said you’d never fantasized about taking your boss, especially when she showed up looking the way she did. Jihyo sat at her desk chair and swing her feet onto the desk, “Ugh this week has been so stressful, thank God we have a weekend coming up”

“Ma’am.. I hate to remind you, but you have a schedule for both days of that said weekend”, “Fuck… I can’t even have a moment to relax or get a massage.. I don’t remember the last time I had one.” You don’t know where your confidence came from but you sprung out of your seat and stood next to her, “I think I could help with that, boss” You said, snaking your hands onto her shoulders. Jihyo seemed to relax under your touch as you rubbed your fingers into her tight muscles, “Oh yeah that’s good, right there” She said, practically moaning, as you kneaded a knot in her shoulder. You could feel the warmth build up in your groin as your member came to life hearing her. “Fuck it.” it was like you blinked and there you were standing behind your boss who was laid against her own desk, her jacket and bra discarded, her pants and underwear pulled down to her ankles and her heels still on. Similarly your shirt was also gone and your pants were pulled down, your thick cock running between your bosses ass cheeks. “Don’t just stand there, Y/N, fuck me already.” “Yes, ma’am” you said, plunging yourself into her warm depths, she was suffocatingly tight and wet. You took a few slow thrusts at first then, “Harder, you little shit. I’m not paying you overtime if you aren’t putting in the work.” You’ve never seen Jihyo like this, but quite frankly you liked it. Both of you were relieving built up stress and you were happily pounding into her. You pulled her hair so her back was flat against your chest and you ran your hand around to grab at her tits. Massaging her tit and pinching at her nipple drove her over the edge and you had to hold her up as her legs buckled. Jihyo’s pussy pulsated and you erupted inside of your boss, her walls milking your worn out cock. The two of you fell onto the desk, “Shit, boss that felt so fucking good.” “It looks like we might have to do this more often, baby.”

Devil/Angel - Dahyun

It was Halloween, you and your girlfriend, Dahyun, were at a friend's party. She insisted you dress up in a couples costume, but didn’t plan on looking for one until the very last minute, of course the only one left at the story was the devil and angel. Dahyun kept bumping her wings into everyone while you both danced but you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her. The white dress fit her well and there was something about the whole getup with you as a devil and her as an angel that was slowly turning you on. You grabbed her hand and brought her to the bathroom and lifted her onto the sink. She was about to take off the wings and halo, but you stopped her. “Keep them on. I wanna fuck my little angel.” Dahyun moaned at your words as you pierced her to the hilt with your length. “Oh God, yes” She moaned, throwing her head back and wrapping her creamy legs around your waist. Her heavenly pussy squeezed against your cock, her arms around your neck and gripping onto the plastic horns that adorned your head. The whole situation was sinful even if only halloween costumes. An angel being fucked by the devil, red and white flashes of movements, sounds of skin slapping skin. Dahyun was usually a conservative and quiet girl when it came to sex, but it seemed this situation also had a major effect on her. She was a moaning, mewling mess underneath you while you pounded into her. “I’m gonna.. Gonna cum” barely a whisper in your ear. “Cum for me, angel.” Dahyun’s body shook and convulsed with pleasure as she reached her peak. You held on to her and slowed your thrusts as she rode out her orgasm on your cock. You were close too and Dahyun knew it. She recovered and hopped off the sink, getting on her knees in front of you. She pumped your cock mercilessly, twisting and gripping it, massaging your aching balls until you erupted and painted her face. Spurts of cum shot out and marked her angelic face.

Athlete Coach - Mina

It was a normal day at the gym for you, you were a seasoned gymnast and had daily practices in prep for the Olympic Qualifiers coming up. When you got into the gym there was a group of girls also “practicing?” Although it wasn’t normal gymnastics, but rhythmic gymnastics. Gymnastics that also involved hoops, balls, and dance. You didn’t think much of it and went to the uneven bars to warm up. You lifted yourself up and from the peak of your pull up, someone caught your eye. The main dancer, it seemed, was standing in the middle of the other girls. She was wearing a black shimmery outfit demonstrating some move with the hoop above her head. She was elegant and seemed to know exactly what she was doing with every move of her body. After your practice you went over to find her. She was practicing alone in one of the dance rooms, “Hi, I’m Y/N I’m one of the gymnasts here, I haven’t seen you here before.. But your routine was really good!”

She shyly smiled and looked back at you, “Hi Y/N, my name is Mina, Myoi Mina. I’m actually a ballet dancer, but the girls asked for my advice on their routine so I’ve been helping them prepare for the tournament. I’m glad you like it. I liked your routine as well, you sure know how to catch a girl's attention with all of those flips and such.” You laughed nervously, thinking maybe it was too obvious, but regardless you did catch her a few times staring at you too. “Haha yeah your moves were cool too, I don’t even think I’m that flexible enough to pull that off.” Mina took her chance with that. “Here let me show you.” She brought her leg straight up doing a split in the air, you gulped and your eyes trailed her body. “Holy shit” You said under your breath. She wasn’t wearing any panties… “Are you just gonna look or are you gonna help me, help you. I’ll teach you what you need to know about flexibility.”

Soon you were full on fucking in the empty dance studio, watching yourself in the floor to ceiling length mirrors as Mina showed off just how flexible she was. First you pounded her standing up with her leg straight in the air over your shoulder, next you had your way with her up against the mirror, her legs wrapped around your waist, contorting her body in all sorts of way to bring you both pleasure.. Mina kept surprising you with positions, downward dog with her back deliciously arched, on her back with her legs pulled up against her torso. She came a handful of times but was adamant about you finishing in what she thought was the perfect position. Mina returned to her standing position with her leg above her head, she loved watching herself in the mirror and she loved it even more to see herself getting pounded into. You grabbed her hips and pushed her against the mirror, her juices were already dripping down her legs from her splayed lips.”Cum inside me, I want to feel you inside of me while I dance.” You were sent over the edge and released your seed deep inside of the gorgeous dance teacher.

TV Show/Anime Character - Jeongyeon

You and Jeongyeon had just finished watching the kdrama Mine and she had gotten pretty into the characters and particularly their style. Mine was about these women who are in the process of finding themselves and their own loves, however, the part that captured Jeongyeon’s interest was their lavish chaebol lifestyle. Of course it caught your interest too, the idea of being able to wear fancy clothes and drive a nice car with a mansion was always a fantasy. One night you both decided to test drive this fantasy for yourselves. You both got dressed in what was about the fanciest attire you had in your quaint apartment and went out for a dinner date. You had dinner at a nice steak restaurant where you had to make a reservation in advance and even have your car valeted. Dinner was amazing, considering the price, but it was worth it.

The drive home is when things began to heat up. It was about a 30 minute drive, feeling bold after some wine, you slid your hand over the gear shift to rest on Jeongyeon’s thigh. “That was a wonderful dinner, wasn’t it Ms. Yoo?” “Yes, it was, I say we go back to the Cadenza [a house name from Mine] and have some fun.” You slowly moved your hand up to just rest over her covered center. She held her breath as she grabbed your hand and pushed it towards her. You rubbed her through her panties and she did the same to you, stroking your covered length to life. “I don’t know if we’ll even make it home.” You said, taking a turn and drove to a secluded lookout point the two of you used to frequent in your younger days of dating. “I bet even the fancy and rich decide to get down and dirty sometimes” She said, while you hopped into the backseat. Jeongyeon pulled off her panties before climbing to the back and straddling you.

You pulled down your pants and let your erection spring free, until Jeongyeon lowered herself to the hilt. “You better not get any of your filthy cum on this dress. It’s expensive.” She said, pointing a finger at where your bodies were connected. “Don’t worry it’s expensive too and it’s not going anywhere but inside of you.” You said, grabbing her hips and starting to thrust up into her. She started bouncing on top of you and you both became moaning messes, erratically slamming your bodies together in the small space of the car. “Fuck I’m close” Jeongyeon moaned, “Me too” You replied, between thrusts. As your cock slipped in and out of her, you shifted your position ever so slightly and started hitting her g-spot exactly on point. “FUCK! Right there!” Jeongyeon’s orgasm caught her off guard as her movements slowed and her pussy pulsed around your cock, “Cum with me, baby.” On cue, you came pushing your dick as far as it could go inside of her, her pussy clamped shut around it milking you and not letting anything escape. As you rode out your orgasms she leaned into your ear and said, “You’re Mine.”

Waitress/Waiter - Chaeyoung

“Here’s your usual Y/N!” Chaeyoung smiled as she placed the plate of chicken and waffles and a cup of coffee in front of you. You were a regular at this diner near your house and for as long as you can remember, Chaeyoung had also been working there and serving you. She had this certain vibe to her that was different from anyone else in the town, from changing her hair color with the seasons, to having the most unique and fashionable outfits. The two of you had known each other for so long and you had a special relationship, one could call it something like a friends with benefits type deal. You finished your meal and Chaeyoung came with the bill. “You want the regular tip or the special tip today, Chae?” “The special.” She said, smirking. She told her coworker she was going on break and went into the storage room. You followed her a minute later. Chaeyoung was significantly smaller than you, but she was still able to push you and pin you up against the door crashing your lips together. “We gotta make this fast before the boss comes back.” You swiftly unbuckled your pants and picked her up.

The only perks of having to wear a uniform for the job was that the uniform was only a short skirt. She moved her panties over to the side and you ran your tip through her slit. “Mmm fuck, you’re already so wet Chae.” Before she could answer you slipped inside of her and started pumping in and out of her warm cunt. It wasn’t the first time fucking in the storage room, nor would it be the last, but every time it was exhilarating. The threat of getting caught, of people hearing, knocking over stock shelves or brooms, made it even hotter than it was. That’s what Chaeyoung was, a daredevil, she pushed the limits. She certainly was no stranger to pushing you to your own limits, “Cum inside me Y/N, I want it. Tip me good, maybe even some extra for special service. Fuck, you’re so deep.” Her words sent shivers down your spine and your knees almost buckled as you came and painted her deepest insides with your seed. She loved being filled, the sensation of thick spurt after spurt being let out inside of her sent her over the edge too. Chaeyoung came, clinging onto you, digging her nails into your back. You let her down once you both recovered and cleaned up. “I think that tip will last me at least the rest of the week… Come back soon!” She waved before straightening her skirt and leaving the room.

#tag game #twice #twice smut #twice fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu

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choking-on-tae · 4 years ago

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ATEEZ Reaction To: Having a lazy day full of cuddles

A/N: I wanted to write something cute and fluffy for these boys that I love with all my heart. May have gotten a bit carried away with San's one, but then again I love gaming so please don't blame me. I hope you guys like this and as usual gifs aren't mine and credits to the rightful owners! x

Seonghwa

Seonghwa has been waiting for this day for a while. To just be able to spend the entire day doing absolutely nothing but cuddle and spend time together. You're cuddled up against your boyfriend as Seonghwa's chin is resting on top of your head. His arms wrapped tightly around you as the two of you watch a movie. Seonghwa doesn't seem so invested in the movie anymore as he's instead focusing on how it feels to hold you in his arms. It's been a while since he was last able to do that. You lean in to press a kiss against his neck, which catches Seonghwa off guard.

"W-Why?" He chuckles, feeling embarrassed as he looks the other way. "I just love you. That's why."

Seonghwa blushes at your words as he bites down on his lower lip, trying to stop himself from laughing as he glances back at the TV. "C'mon, let's go back to watching the movie."

Hongjoong

Hongjoong chuckles as he sees you coming back into the living room, carrying a bowl of popcorn and two glasses of soda. He was surprised you were able to carry all of that it one go. Hongjoong quickly helps you put everything down on the table and goes to sit back down on the couch. You do the same as you pull the blanket over both of you. Hongjoong starts the series the two of you are watching together and snuggles closer to you, so his head is resting on your chest. The bowl of popcorn within reach so you're able to grab some while watching your favorite show.

"We should do this more often." Hongjoong hums against your skin. "I agree." You whisper, pressing a soft kiss against his head before going back to watching your series.

Yunho

Now Yunho is a cuddle bug. He loves cuddling and spending time with you so a day like this would be high on his list of things he absolutely has to do with you. Yunho prepared everything for the day, so it'd be absolutely perfect. He didn't want anything to go wrong. Luckily for Yunho things couldn't have been more perfect. During your day both of you turned off your phones so there were no stupid interruptions. Your boyfriend knows he isn't the best cook but he's also not the worst, and since you love cooking he decided it'd be the perfect opportunity to bake something together. When you walked through the door and saw everything set up in the kitchen you couldn't help but smile.

"You want to bake something together?" Yunho nods softly as a shy smile spreads across his face. "Yeah, I thought you'd like that."

You move closer to your boyfriend, so you're mere inches away from him and wrap your arms around his neck. "I'd like that very much. Thank you, Yunho."

Yeosang

Both you and Yeosang love reading so what'd be more perfect than to spend the day reading your favorite book together? You're laying between Yeosang's legs, your back pressed against his chest as he's holding the book in front of you, so both of you can read it together. Yeosang's head rests on top of yours as his eyes scan the pages. You do the same as you rest comfortably against your boyfriend.

"This book is pretty good, right?" You hum at his words as you nuzzle against his chest, burying your face in it. Yeosang chuckles as he closes the book.

"Don't want to read anymore?" "No, I'd rather cuddle with you."

Yeosang giggles as he wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly. "Alright, then let's cuddle."

San

San loves gaming and thankfully for him you do too. However, it took a while to find a game both of you like. One day Wooyoung randomly suggested you'd play Mario Kart so you decided to give it a try. That was a mistake. Both you and San are very competitive, which makes it hilarious to watch. You're done choosing your characters when San moves to pick the worlds you're gonna race in. "I want that one!" You say, pointing at your favorite worlds. "But then you're gonna win!" He pouts, turning to you and flashing you his adorable pout.

You're unable to resist your boyfriend's charms and give in. Leaning in to softly peck his lips. "Fine. You can pick the worlds."

San smiles brightly as he clicks on his favorite worlds, the game starting shortly. The countdown begins as San moves around, moving to sit down behind you and pulling you up to his chest. He places both arms around you and holds his controller in front of you. Now you're completely trapped in your boyfriend's embrace but you don't mind one bit.

You're so distracted that you don't even notice the game starting. San smirks softly as he tries not to laugh. His tactic seemed to work. Once you snap out of it your boyfriend is way ahead of you, and you realize you're never gonna win. You groan in frustration as you lean back against San's chest.

"Giving up baby?" "This is not fair, San. You know how much I love your cuddles."

San giggles as he pauses the game, placing his controller down. Now giving you his full attention as he hugs you tighter, holding you close as he presses kisses all over your face, making you squeal.

Mingi

Going for hikes is something you have started doing ever since the pandemic started. You grew tired of your apartment real quick and sometimes you just want to get some fresh air. What's new however is that your boyfriend has started to join you more often. Knowing when you go for your morning walk and such. Today is no different. You open the door to walk out when you spot Mingi standing outside, ready to go for a walk. You giggle as you see the blush on his cheeks and lock the door behind you. Quickly going to your boyfriend, taking his hand in yours as you start walking.

"Have you been waiting for a while?" Mingi hums as he holds your hand tighter. "Nah, maybe 3 minutes or so."

You nod as you admire the beautiful scenery. It doesn't take you long before you spot a beautiful cherry blossom tree that's blooming.

"Mingi! Will you stand in front of that so I can take a photo of you? Please? It'll look so pretty!" Mingi chuckles at your excitement as he nods his head, crossing the street to pose in front of the tree. You snap a few photos as you summon him back. Mingi looks at the photos as he leans down to press a kiss against your cheek. "Thank you, can you send it to me please?" "Of course I can baby."

Wooyoung

"Are you sure you don't want me to help? I can cut some things for you to help you out maybe?" You ask your boyfriend, who seems fully set on cooking a romantic dinner for the both of you, on his own. One thing Wooyoung is known for is being incredibly stubborn, so of course he wants to do everything by himself. So you press a few kisses to his cheek, trying to persuade him to let you help him.

"Okay, you can cut some onions for me if you really want to help. I wanted to do this just for you baby." He pouts, turning his face to look at you.

"I know sweetheart but I feel bad letting you do this all by yourself." "But I like cooking for you." You chuckle softly as you turn to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him against you. "But cooking together is more fun, right?"

Wooyoung nods in agreement as he leans in to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin.

"It is, let's just cook together then. But next time I'm really cooking for you!"

Jongho

(This is my fave Jongho gif I mean just look at this cutie!!!)

If there's one thing you and Jongho love it's going to the arcade. It's a place you spend a lot of time at and with Jongho's competitiveness it's even more fun go to there. So when both of you have the day off it's where you go. Jongho spots a claw machine that has a lot of kakao friends plushies. Apeach being your favorite you press your hands to the glass as you stare at the big plushie. "It's so cute!" "I'll win it for you, baby."

You frown at his words as you turn around, seeing Jongho rolling up his sleeves as he gets ready. Putting a coin in the machine and grabbing the handle.

You chuckle as you watch him in amusement. These machines are made to make you lose a lot of money, and you're afraid your boyfriend will fall victim to it because of his competitiveness.

"Jongho, it's okay if you don't get it. These games are extremely difficult anyways and-" You stop as soon as you see the plushie fall through the hole. Jongho smiles proudly as he takes it out of the machine and gives it to you.

"Here you go baby." You just stare at your boyfriend in shock as he chuckles softly, clearly amused by your expression.

"Wow, you really are amazing. You know that?" Now it's Jongho's turn to be startled as he feels his cheeks heat up. You lean up to press a kiss against his lips as you stare at him lovingly.

"You really are the best, baby."

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triptuckers · 3 years ago

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Secret admirer - Kaz Brekker

Request: yep “Hello☺️! can you please write something for Kaz where the reader loves to read, and she keeps finding books she's mentioned wanting to read on her bed and she doesn't know where they are coming from, but it turns out Kaz has been stealing them for her? you don't have to, but I think it would be sweet. thanks tons!!!!” Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader Summary: you’re trying to figure out who keeps sending you books Warnings: none! Word count: 1.6K A/N: this request is so sweet omg!! thank you for requesting it, enjoy reading!

It’s a rare, slow day. You’re sitting around a table with Nina and Inej, sharing a plate of waffles with them. Nina is eating most of them, though. You’re talking to them about a book you read a while ago, but you lost your copy.

‘How does one lose a book?’ says Nina through a mouth full of waffles.

‘Nina, this is Ketterdam. People lose things all the time. Half of the time they get robbed.’ you say.

‘Okay, let me rephrase that; why would anyone steal a book?’ says Nina.

You shrug. ‘Maybe they liked it too so they stole it. Maybe I just lost it. It’s very possible that it’s collecting dust in the corner of my room as we speak.’ you say.

‘Why not buy a new copy?’ asks Inej.

‘Every time I visit the bookstore, I look for it, but they never have it.’ you say. ‘I re-read it a lot of times, it was a really good one. Guess I’ll have to find a new favourite.’

Nina pushes the plate of waffles toward you. ‘You can have the last one.’ she says.

‘Thanks.’ you say, smiling at her and taking the waffle as you get up to go to your room.

Maybe your book would show up, maybe it wouldn’t. It was the least of your worries these days.

You walk up the stairs to your room, putting the last bit of waffle in your mouth. Tomorrow you’d try the bookstore again, even though you knew it would probably be useless. They never had it, and you doubted they’d have it tomorrow.

And you didn’t even have that much time to read anyway. Still, you like to go to the store to check. You like the little store with books cramped into every corner. You’re pretty sure you’re the only regular customer. Most of the people in Ketterdam who read books go to the university on the other side of the city. They went to nice, big stores. Not like the small one located near you.

You get up early the next day. After putting on some clothes and gathering your weapons, you quickly head out the door. It’s a nice sunny morning. It’s not too cold or too hot, the temperature is exactly right.

You’re enjoying your walk to the bookstore and wave at the owner as you enter.

‘Still looking for it?’ they say. ‘Of course.’ you say. ‘I didn’t get it.’ they say. ‘Always worth looking for it anyway.’ you say, moving to scan the titles of the books on the shelves.

Every time you’d come in, the owner would tell you they didn’t get it, and you’d go and look for it anyway. It was a nice routine you’d settled into. With your life consisting only out of chaos, it felt good to have a routine. Even if it was just looking for a book you knew wasn’t there.

After looking for it and not finding it, you head out the door, back to the Slat. You walk up the stairs to go and get Nina so you could have breakfast together. When you walk past your door, you pause.

You take a few steps back and look at your door. You’re certain you locked it when you left earlier this morning. Your hand rests on your weapon as you slowly twist the door knob.

You open the door to find the room empty. You open the doors of your closet and are met by the familiar mess of clothes, no one is hiding in it. Just as you’re moving to leave your room again something catches your eye.

On the bed is a small package. You slowly approach it. Why would anyone break into your room and leave something behind instead of taking something? You eye the package suspiciously, then pick it up.

It’s heavier than you expected it to be. You frown and shake it a little. It doesn’t make any sound. You look up when you hear a knock on your door.

‘Ready for breakfast?’ says Nina. ‘Hey, what do you have there?’

‘I don’t know.’ you say, turning your attention back to the package in your hands. ‘I just got back from the bookstore and my door was unlocked and this was on my bed.’

‘Well?’ says Nina, walking over to you. ‘Open it!’

‘I still find it surprising that your curiosity hasn’t gotten you killed.’ you say, making Nina snort.

‘You’ll never know what it is if you don’t open it.’ states Nina.

‘You’re right.’ you say. You carefully unwrap the package and your eyes land on a book with a beautiful deep blue coloured cover. Nina leans over your shoulder to read the title.

‘Hey!’ she says. ‘Isn’t that the book you lost?’

‘Yes.’ you say, confused. You turn the book over in your hands. It looks brand new.

‘Maybe someone found it for you and gave it back to you?’ says Nina.

‘No, this isn’t my copy.’ you say, opening it. ‘This one looks new, and I write my name on the first page of any book I own.’

‘Maybe the bookstore owner got it for you and had it delivered?’ says Nina as the two of you walk downstairs.

‘No, I visited them today, they said they didn’t have it.’ you say. ‘Maybe they wanted it to be a surprise?’ says Nina. You shake your head. ‘No, they would have told me.’ you say.

You spend the entire day trying to figure out who could have possible gifted you the book. And it turned out it was only the beginning. After every conversation you’d have about a book, you’d find a copy of it on your bed.

You were a bit flattered and still confused. One day, you get downstairs with yet another new one.

‘Got another one.’ you say to the rest of the Crows as you sit down between Wylan and Nina.

You put the book on the table and Jesper picks it up, letting out a low whistle. ‘This looks expensive.’ says Jesper.

‘It is.’ you say, helping yourself to a cup of coffee. ‘I don’t get it. I can only think it’s someone who knows me and talks to me. That’s the only way they can know exactly which books I like.’

‘Maybe it’s the bookstore owner?’ offers Wylan. ‘The bookstore owner is old and by that I mean at least twice my age if not more. And I'm pretty sure they haven’t left the store since they bought it.’ you say, shooting his idea down.

‘What if it’s a student from the university? They could get the books from one of the bigger stores.’ says Inej. ‘I’ll eat my hat if some student comes all the way to the Barrel, listens to my conversations, heads back to the university, buys expensive books, walks back to the Barrel, slips into my room and places the books there.’ you say.

‘Well, they certainly put a lot of effort into making you happy with these books.’ says Wylan. ‘Oooh!’ says Jesper, wiggling his eyebrows at you. ‘Y/N’s gotten herself a secret admirer!’ You scoff, taking the book from him. ‘No I don’t.’ you say.

‘Didn’t you just tell us that book is ridiculously expensive?’ says Jesper. ‘Yes, but-’ ‘And whoever gave it to you, has bought you a lot of books already. They’re spending serious money for you.’ says Jesper.

‘Well then, that rules you out.’ you say.

Jesper places his hand on his chest and pretends to be in pain. ‘Ouch!’ he says. ‘Rude!’

You laugh and finish you coffee. ‘Maybe they’ll show themselves, maybe they won’t. I’m getting nice books, so I’m not complaining.’ you say.

‘I bet it’s that kid that joined two months ago. He’s been eyeing you.’ says Nina. ‘You’re making that up.’ you say. ‘He has been eyeing you, Y/N, Nina’s got a point.’ says Inej. ‘He’s what, 15? And if he can buy me books he can buy himself a new coat that doesn’t have holes in it.’ you say and you get up. ‘I’ll leave you to figure this out.’

You head up to your room to get your coat before you go outside, and a new package catches your eye. You smile as you walk up to it. It’s wrapped in the same brown paper, but this time there’s a note attached to it.

You pick up the note and fold it open.

“They aren’t expensive if you don’t pay for them. K.”

Your jaw drops as you read the note again and again. K. Was Kaz the one that had secretly been sending you books?

They aren’t expensive if you don’t pay for them. Of course he wouldn’t.

You smile to yourself as you unwrap the package. And as expected, the latest book you mentioned is in it. You softly laugh to yourself and shake your head. Who would have guessed that the bastard of the Barrel would do something like anonymously send you the books you talk about?

You never really thought he was listening to you. You thought his mind was all about heist and how to make more kruge. But apparently, he did hear you. You set the book down next to your other books, and put the note in your pocket.

You grab your coat and head back downstairs. Just as you reach the last steps, you run into Kaz, deep in conversation with one of the Dregs.

He briefly looks at you before continuing his conversation. You take the note out of your pocket and hold it up. You mouth a thank you and he nods at you.

You look at the rest of the Crows, who are still discussing who they think would send you books.

‘I figured it out!’ you say.

But before they can ask you who it is, you’re out the door, smiling to yourself. You’d keep this little secret between you and Kaz.

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Hate You, Hate You Not - Armitage Hux

Pairing: General Armitage Hux x reader

Requested: By anon.

Prompts: #1 & #58 from the fluff-list.

Warnings/notes: (SHOULD I MAKE A PART 2 WITH MORE ROMANCE IN IT?) This ended up being much longer than I planned so it's most likely very boring and dull😭 Might be a bit, if not a lot, out of character since this is kinda my test-run for Hux and Star Wars in general. Getting the characters mannerisms in might take some practice. Not proofread so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. This is the first time ever that I write for Star Wars and the first time in like 5-6 months that I’m writing in general so I’m a bit rusty. Please reblog and leave comments to keep my motivation going and let me know if you’d like to be added to a Star Wars taglist <3

Wordcount: 5632

Summary: One of Kylo Ren’s many tantrums results in your room being inhabitable for a night, which in turn results in you having to share a room - and bed - with the person you hate the most.

Everyone who had ever, at some point in their lives, worked alongside Kylo Ren in his quest to bring the Order to power, knew how much of a hassle and inconvenience his temper, or lack thereof, could be.

Not much was needed for him to lose his cool and it happened on a much too frequent basis than what was considered normal for a man in his early 30s, at least according to you.

Of course, however, you couldn’t actually tell him that, nor could you think it, with the risk of him probing your mind.

So every time he came back from a failed mission and completely obliterated your hard work, you could do nothing but bite your tongue, clear your head and repair the damages like you’d done oh, so many times before.

That’s what you got for being one of the highest-ranked engineers of the Order, you supposed.

But on this day you would’ve, for the first time in your life, very much preferred to repair the damages left behind by your tantrum-prone leader like you always did. Because if that punishment had to be compared to the one you were now facing, you would’ve chosen the former without even a shadow of a doubt.

But, unfortunately, that was not an option this time around, as the room that had fallen victim to the sizzling beam of Kylo Ren’s lightsaber was your bedroom.

Well, not originally, of course, but sparks had flown from the totaled control panels and a piece of supposedly fireproof metal scrap had caught on fire before you and the other engineers reached the room for a damage-control, starting of as a small flame and then proceeding to spread like wildfire as fire did, in ways completely unbeknownst to you as, like already mentioned, the place was supposed to be safe from fires.

The licking flames had managed to melt through several walls before you got to the scene, and one of those walls was the wall to your bedroom.

It was late when it happened, only fifteen minutes before you were supposed to end your shift, and as you were on the verge of having a mental fucking breakdown, you personally requested an audience with Kylo and were granted permission by him after a very carefully-worded explanation to start early in the morning.

But that only took care of one of your problems, and only temporarily at that. Now you were left with the issue of finding other sleeping accommodations since your room was currently not habitable. You had no choice but to ask for another room and, of course, Hux thought that to be the perfect time to crack a sarcastic joke about throwing you into one of the prisoner cells.

You had never, in all your years of being alive, glared so fiercely at another human being as you did then. And in your moment of anger, you accidentally let your walls down and let your thoughts run freely through your head – your annoyance directed at the General, but also at Kylo Ren, being exposed.

You felt it before you saw it – that little prickle in your head, that little sting of your mind being probed – and only a second later, Kylo Ren turned his masked head in your direction, walked up to you with patronizingly slow steps and spoke:

“I think you’ll find that General Hux’s quarters will suffice for the night, until repairs can be done to your own. He has more than enough space for both of you.”

He turned his head to look at the baffled man standing behind him, all of the attitude he had previously been harboring against you now completely melted away.

“Isn’t that right, General?” Kylo continued asking, giving him the time he needed to regain his composure.

The general in question had never been very good at holding his tongue, not even when receiving orders from superiors, and was quick to protest.

As anyone would’ve been able to guess, that didn’t go very well, and you weren't even gonna try hiding the satisfaction you got from seeing Hux be force-choked against a wall for speaking out of turn.

No matter how good both of you were at hiding your spiteful thoughts toward him, Kylo knew how much the two of you hated him. And more than anything, he knew how much you hated each other.

Kylo had become very predictable to you during the time you had been there and you knew his ways good enough to know that he wouldn’t have wasted petty energy in putting the two most hateful people he knew in the same room if he hadn’t been pushed to do so.

You knew that you weren’t the reason in this scenario, despite the fact that he had probably felt your spite directed towards him, which only left one option; and that option was the bitter, infuriatingly stubborn ginger currently walking by your side.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye and glared, clenching and unclenching your fists at your sides in the same manner you had been doing ever since Kylo had ruled his decision final and dismissed you for the night.

His eyes remained trained on the metallic corridor that seemed to be stretched out for miles in front of you and your blood boiled at the sight.

You would’ve lost your shit if he’d had the nerve to even consider looking at you after putting you in this situation, but at the same time, you were also on the verge of losing your shit about him having the audacity to ignore you.

You wanted to scream at him like you’d never screamed at anyone before, but you knew that doing that would only fuel the petty grudge Kylo had against the two of you and give him more ways to cause you torment. The only thing you and the general would ever have in common was not wanting that.

But still, what harm could a tiny bit of friendly banter do?

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you, Armitage?” The question you’d been sucking on for the past few minutes finally slipped out into the air, making your anger known.

“Don’t call me that.”

“My apologies.” You sarcastically shot back with a dry laugh. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you, general?”

“No, it was awfully tempting.” Was all that he replied, his eyes not once flickering and neither his stone-cold scowl nor fast-paced stride faltering.

Well, you might have absolutely despised each other but in the very least, you never bothered lying to each other. That had to count for something, right? Not that either of you cared.

No more words were exchanged, and that was probably for the best. Engineers and stormtroopers all moved out of your way as the two of you marched through the corridors, side by side, knowing better at this point than to get on your bad sides when you were together and this obviously angry both with each other and in general.

Soon enough, you finally reached the corridor in which Hux’s sleeping quarters were located and once the mechanic doors slid open, you pushed yourself past him into the room before he even got the chance to react.

He fumed behind you as he watched you make yourself at home, dropping your dirty jacket on his perfectly made bed.

“You’ll take the floor, then?” You asked as you turned around, crossing your arms over your chest and shooting him a forced smile.

“Hardly.” He spat, eyes narrowing, and you scoffed, rolling your eyes in return.

“You must be a real hit with the ladies with those manners.”

At that, he stepped further into his room, allowing the sensory-triggered door to shut behind him, successfully shutting the two of you in together.

“I don’t have time for fooling around with women.” He spat out the last word with such malice that you automatically raised an eyebrow.

“Well, that explains it.” You mused, the corner of your lip tugging upwards ever so slightly.

“Explains what, exactly?” His eyes narrowed further, and this time it was his turn to cross his arms.

“That stick you have up your ass.” You wasted no time in shooting back, and before he got a chance to reply, you continued. “I know this might be news to you seeing as you’re, well, you, but gentlemen are supposed to sacrifice their comfort and offer themselves to take the floor when a lady, due to unfortunate circumstances, is forced to stay in their room.”

You sarcastically smiled at him and sank down his bed, something that he, judging by the snarl overtaking his face, didn’t appreciate.

“You, a lady? That will be the day.” He scoffed. “Even calling you a woman is a stretch with your mannerisms.”

You could only roll your eyes.

“Well, I’m not sharing a bed with you.” The glare that had temporarily been exchanged for a teasing smirk returned to your face. “I’d rather share a bed with Millicent.”

As you said that, you picked up a single strand of cat hair from his bed, held it up for further inspection and raised your lip in disgust.

He stared at you dead serious, hands clasped behind his back and eyes burning holes into the side of your face.

“You’re allergic to cats.” He pointed out, making your head whip back around to face him with a glare equally as fierce as the one you were met with.

“Yes, that’s my point.” You deadpanned. “But it would seem that said point just went right over your thick-skulled head.”

“Do you think I am any happier about this than you are?” He scowled, and you stood up, slowly approaching him and coming to a stop right in front of him.

He took a small step back, a move that made your lip tug upward ever so slightly. The fact that he was so obviously not as tough as he wanted people to believe gave you a special kind of satisfaction and he knew it, judging by the way he only turned stiffer after that.

“You should be.” You smiled sweetly at him, keeping your eyes connected to his. “Because you’re sure as hell lucky I haven’t choked the life out of you yet for getting us into this situation in the first place.”

He glared and you glared right back, challenging, no, daring him to fight back. You knew that he wanted to, you could see that he wanted to, but in the end, not even he was that stupid.

So he said nothing, and once you realized you had finally managed to successfully back him into a corner, you backed away from him again and plastered on another forced, overly sweet smile.

“Now, I need to take a shower. I reek of burnt plastic.” You stated flatly and pushed past him, making a beeline for the one extra door in the room that you could only assume was his bathroom.

You heard the squeak of his shoes rubbing against the floor as he quickly turned around behind you, and then came the determined steps and the proximity of his body closing in on you. However, before he got the chance to object or reach you, you entered his bathroom and slammed the door shut in his face, smiling contently to yourself as you listened to the muffled string of curses that followed.

You didn’t spend any more time thinking about it, though, not wasting any time before doing what you came in there to do.

You got out of your horrid-smelling clothes, released your equally as nasty-smelling hait from its ponytail and stepped into the shower.

If there was one thing you appreciated a little extra about living at the Starkiller Base, it was that everyone used the same scented soap. Because that meant that you wouldn’t have to go around smelling specifically like Hux, but rather just like you always smelled.

Once you finished washing your hair and body, you had to stop and think for a bit.

Your clothes obviously still reeked and needed a proper wash before they could be worn again, and you obviously couldn’t go naked.

After much thought back and forth, you finally settled with your own leggings as they were the one piece of clothing from your previous attire that smelled the least of smoke, and a plain black, long-sleeved undershirt that you found in a pile of Hux’s clean laundry.

Once you vad gotten dressed, braided your hair and re-entered the bedroom accompanied by a stream of steam, you found it to be empty, Hux nowhere in sight.

You couldn’t deny that you wondered where he’d gone off to, but you shook your head free of his face pretty quickly, settling with believing that he just went to take his frustration out on some poor stormtrooper or low-rank intern like he so often did when things didn’t go his way, much like Kylo Ren beat the shit out of any control panel he could get his hands on.

While you awaited his return, you occupied yourself with going around the room and lighting the small night-lamps like you normally did in your own room before going to bed.

That obviously didn’t take long, however, so you were soon enough once again left alone with your boredom and started walking around the room, inspecting all of Hux’s belongings.

You realized pretty quickly that he was not a person to whom inanimate things had much sentimental value, as he definitely didn’t have much to his name aside from the basic interior that all of the sleeping quarters on the base had.

He had a ring on his drawer, a few books in one of his two bookshelves while the other stood empty, a small bed in a corner for his cat, clothes in his wardrobe, and that was pretty much it. He had no pictures of family, no real personal belongings that could signify any kind of emotional value.

But then again, who did in these parts?

“Is that my shirt?”

You jumped when you heard the sudden voice behind you, quickly turning around where you stood twirling the ring you had found in the light of the lamp standing beside you.

Your eyes found his form immediately, shocked meeting stern.

“Why are you wearing my shirt?” He almost instantly repeated himself when not getting a reply the first time, slowly beginning to walk in your direction with his hands clasped behind his back.

You quickly put the ring back down on the dresser and turned towards him, regaining your composure.

“Well, if you hadn’t noticed, my room and everything in it was burnt to a crisp. The smokey smell on my clothes was giving me a headache and kind of would have ruined the purpose of taking a shower so when I just so conveniently noticed a pile of clean clothes, I helped myself.” You shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, and to you, it wasn’t.

Hux, however, didn’t seem amused in the slightest.

“Yes, you seem to have a habit of thinking you’re entitled to everything you want.” He spat back at you, coming to a stop while there was still a good amount of distance between the two of you.

Any chill you had previously had melted right off and your annoyance quickly returned at the sound of his words.

“Oh, do excuse me. I just thought one headache would be enough.” You retorted and rolled your eyes, before sighing and crossing your arms over your chest. “So, how are we doing this? It’s late and I need to be up early to see to the repairs.”

“I thought that I made myself clear.” Hux was quick to scoff, his glare not faltering for as much as a second. “I’m not giving you my bed.”

Once again, all you could do was roll your eyes. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to suck it up then.” You stated flatly and sat down on the bed, wasting no time in starting to divide the pillows into two piles rather than one.

You took a few seconds to adjust the pillows to suit your needs before looking back up, eyebrow raised at the fact that he had yet to say or do anything.

Your eyes once again met his and you almost laughed out loud at the sight you were faced with, but thankfully managed to control yourself and avoid making the situation even harder than it already was.

Long story short, Hux had never looked more horrified than he did in that moment.

He basically looked at you like you had killed his cat, and that was putting it lightly.

You took a few seconds to just enjoy watching him squirm and silently scramble to make sense of the situation, but even you knew when enough was enough and raised a questioning eyebrow at him in an attempt to get him moving.

“Well? What’s it going to be?” You asked. “It’s either this or the floor, just like it was for me.”

Hux opened his mouth, hesitated, and then closed it again. He obviously hadn’t been expecting you to actually agree on sharing his bed with him and now that you had, he was left at loss for words as he clearly hadn’t been preparing for anything other than you sleeping on the floor.

But after a good moment of just standing there and looking like an idiot, he finally picked himself back up, squared his shoulders and walked around the bed to the other side with frustrated strides and a snarling lip.

The feigned confidence melted right off, however, when he reached his destination and awkwardly shuffled into bed while simultaneously avoiding your amused and mocking stare, silently grabbing the extra blanket that was folded upon his bedside table.

Both of you laid down on your backs and a heavy silence fell like a thick blanket over the room. The only sound you could hear for a few moments were each other’s breaths and your own heartbeats. For a moment, only for a microscopical moment, you were actually on your way to admit to yourself that it was kind of nice.

But that thought went flying out the window just as quickly as it had knocked on the door of your mind when Hux broke the silence by beginning to adjust himself to get ready to sleep, and in the process of doing so made the active choice to tug the pillows from right under your head.

The back of your head hit the mattress with a soft thump and you closed your eyes, your lips pulling into a straight, tight line and one, sharp breath being released through your nose as you attempted to keep your cool.

You took a moment to calm down, before you turned your head to his side of the bed where he now laid with his back to you and tugged the pillows back – maybe with a little too much force than necessary.

Hux had quickly rolled over to his other side to take them back and in anger and an eagerness to get to sleep, you exclaimed: “Stop stealing the pillows!”

He met you with a stare cold enough to have anyone else shaking in their boots and spat back. “They’re my pillows.”

You grumbled under your breath and let go of one of the two pillows, letting him pull it back to his side while you held on to the last one.

You stared at each other for a moment, both of you eventually coming to a silent, mutual agreement that you were too tired to fight and therefore he'd let you keep the pillow you were holding on to as if your life depended on it.

He, once again, laid down and turned his back to you, his hands holding on to the pillows under his head while you struggled to get comfortable again, this time with only one pillow.

“Why is your bed so damn hard?” You muttered under your breath as you angrily shoved your elbow into the mattress in an attempt to make it more comfortable – as if that was ever going to help.

“Stop complaining.” He only snapped back.

“How could I when I’m stuck in a bed with you?”

“You could’ve asked for other accommodations when you had the chance.”

“And what, be the next victim of Ren’s lightsaber?” You scoffed. “I’m the one in charge of the repairs that are needed every time he throws a wobbly. I’ve seen the kind of damage that thing can do and I’m not in any hurry to find myself at the receiving end of it.”

You muttered the last part under your breath as you finally managed to get relatively comfortable, plopping back down on your back and folding your hands over your stomach.

“How did you know I’m allergic to cats, anyway?” The question spilled out before you could stop yourself, and before you could even register that it was on the way.

Where did that even come from? Cats weren’t even close to being the subject at hand.

Hux didn’t seem to care much about the random change of subject, however, simply muttering back a reply. “You start sniffling and scratching your arms every time you’re in the same room as me for more than five minutes.”

He was clearly tired. Tired in general or just tired of you, you didn’t really know, but you guessed that it was a mixture of both since that was the case for you.

“Maybe I’m just allergic to you.” You muttered back with a shrug, even though he couldn’t see you, and he scoffed at that.

“Had that been the case I’m fairly certain it would go both ways and, unlike you, I don’t go around oozing snot everywhere I go.”

“I don’t go oozing snot everywhere.” You calmly protested, throwing the back of his head a disapproving glare before turning to lay on your side so that your back was now turned to his.

He didn’t say anything else and neither did you, sleep coming in and catching you completely by surprise and having you knocked out within the next two minutes.

When you woke up early that next morning, Hux was unsurprisingly already gone, Millicent instead laying in his place and looking right at you.

With a disgusted snarl and hesitant movements, you reached over to the other side of the bed and awkwardly patted her head twice, probably very much in the incorrect manner as you had no experience whatsoever with animals.

You got out of bed after that, put on your jacket and shoes, and wasted no time in getting to work once you’d gotten some food into your system, your team joining you in the damage-inflicted area to start on repairs like you’d done so many times before.

Everything was going fine and dandy, just a light-reckon day that started off like any other – if you didn’t count waking up in Hux’s bed with his cat – but a few hours into your workday, the unmistakable sound of Kylo Ren’s heavy steps could be heard echoing through the entire corridor you found yourself working in.

A big share of the Order’s pilots had been either killed or badly hurt a few days prior in an ambush. No one had expected any pilots to be needed for at least a few days but Kylo had gotten a sudden lead on the map that would take him to Luke Skywalker and was now walking around the base recruiting anyone capable of helping him get what he wanted.

Unfortunately for you, you were not only a highly-ranked engineer, but also a pretty decent pilot, and couldn’t say anything in protest when you were whisked away to a ship.

As anyone who wasn’t driven by an unhealthy obsession would have been able to guess, the lead was just too good to be true with a way too simple access.

Just like the last lead, this one fell through when it was revealed to be another ambush. You weren’t completely sure what happened, but over the comms, you had heard something about Leia Organa and some scavenger.

You didn’t have time to think about retired war heroes though, no matter how much you’d love to pry and the get in on the gossip, as you had to shoot yourself through a big fleet of Resistance starfighter corps, barely getting through with your ship intact.

Your fellow pilots were shot down one by one, only a small amount of you managing to get out of there. And even then, you were met by more starfighter corps just as quickly as you’d gotten away from the last line.

Everything was just a mess after that. You weren’t able to get through to anyone over the comms, only barely being able to make out a “pull back!” before your comm system was blown to pieces along with one of your main engines.

Along with several other ships, you were forced to crash-land on a small planet filled with thick woods and when your ship collided with the ground, your head slammed into the controls, rendering you unconscious for who knows how long.

By the time you came back to it, you were hanging upside down, the only thing preventing you from falling down being the seatbelt keeping you strapped in.

You struggled to get out of there but you managed, and had to take a moment to get your surroundings to stop spinning before moving forward to look for survivors as well as a ship that wasn’t completely beyond salvation.

You weren’t sure who you’d find, but the person you’d shared a bed with the previous night was definitely the last person you’d expect to have crashed in the same place as you.

And still, you recognized his ship immediately. After all, you were the one who had personalized it to fit his liking.

Lucky for you, his ship seemed to have gotten a pretty soft landing. As you circled around it, you were able to determine that no major engines had been blown out. Damaged? Definitely. But they looked intact enough to at least be able to put some more distance between you and the Resistance pilots and get you to a safer place. Hopefully, the inside would be as untouched as the outside.

The ramp was lowered to the ground but didn’t look broken, so you wasted no time in jogging inside.

The lights were out completely in the entrance area, and just flickering in the ceiling when you came further in.

The first thing you noticed when you entered the piloting pit was that the pilot was not breathing. How could you tell from that far a distance? Well, let’s just say that something that was not supposed to be stuck in his eye, was stuck in his eye.

Upon further inspection, you noticed another body on the floor. However, this one was very much alive.

You would’ve expected to be met by a desperate “help me”, maybe even some begging and pleading or in the very least a “please”, but instead, even when in the process of bleeding out on the floor, Hux narrowed his eyes at you as you approached him and asked you with ragged breaths:

“Is that my shirt?”

You panted as you dropped to your knees at his side, still pretty shaken up from your own crash. “What? No.” You replied in a breath, and you wasted no time in starting to inspect his injuries.

“Yes, it is.”

“Why would I be wearing your shirt?” You asked simply, struggling to see in the dark as the flickering lights weren’t providing much assistance by means of light.

“That’s my shirt.” He kept insisting, and flinched when your hand made contact with his lower abdomen.

Only then did your eyes register the glimmering piece of metal through your blurred and disoriented vision, sticking out of his side.

You flinched at the sight, not needing any more light than you had to know that it was really bad.

Your heart suddenly picked up in speed in your chest, and your hands began shaking as they became covered in his blood.

You had never been in the middle of the action before now, you’d always just been surrounded by metal and electricity. The most exciting thing you’d ever experienced was when a new engineer circuited a control panel the wrong way, resulting in it blowing up right by your workplace.

But it wasn’t the action in itself that had your heart about ready to burst through your chest, nor was it the blood in general, but rather the fact that it was his blood covering your hands.

His life was completely dependent on you at this moment and you had absolutely no idea how to behave accordingly.

But if there was something you knew, it was that the last thing you were supposed to do was to show a dying man your panic, so you took a deep breath and tried your hardest to steady your racing heart, going back to the conversation at hand.

“How could you tell the difference, really?” You asked. “All of our shirts look the same. All black, all equally as sufficient when used to stop blood flows.”

As you said that last part, you released another breath and ripped off a big chunk of the lower part of the shirt you were wearing.

A shirt that was, in fact, Hux's.

The man in question let his head fall back against the wall that he was propped against and his eyes squeezed shut when feeling your hands return to his side.

“Do you always wear shirts several sizes too big?” He managed to get out through clenched teeth and you replied without missing a beat.

“There was a mix-up in the laundry room.”

“So it isn’t your shirt?” He continued to be persistent and despite the seriousness of the situation, you couldn’t help but to let a small smile slip.

“Do you want to keep fighting about whether or not this shirt is mine or would you rather maybe, oh, I don’t know, focus on getting the hell out of here?” You asked him lightly and at that, he raised his head to meet your eyes with a distrusting glare.

“Why are you helping me?”

You raised your eyebrow at him, sparing just a second to meet his eyes. “You have a piece of metal stuck in your side, why the hell would I not help you?” You asked and as quickly as you had looked up, you looked back down at your hands to see what you were doing.

“You hate me, and I hate you.” He deadpanned, and you couldn’t deny you felt your heart tug in your chest.

“Who told you I hated you?” You asked, and listened as he let out a dry, struggling laugh.

“You did. On countless occasions.”

He hissed when you accidentally bumped your hand against the piece of metal. You quietly apologized but didn’t stop, knowing you didn’t have much time before the enemy would catch up with you.

“Thinking that I’m entitled to everything I want isn’t the only bad habit I have. I also have a tendency to overexaggerate.” You joked with a smile. “I do find you insufferably infuriating, though.”

Another chuckle left his lips. “Likewise.” He said and dropped his head back against the wall.

You said nothing more, ripping another two pieces off of the shirt, tying them together and wrapping it around his waist like you had the first piece. You tightened this knot significantly more than the first one, though, right above the piece of metal, and just as quickly as he had relaxed, he jerked back forward with a yell.

“I need to stop the bleeding, you need to keep still.” You hurriedly scolded and sternly pushed him back down by his chest.

He muttered bitterly in return, but didn’t protest.

“I bet you’re enjoying this.” He seethed, and you raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Whenever I’m feeling down, I just think back to the multiple times I’ve had the pleasure of witnessing you being force-thrown across a room by Ren. Puts a smile on my face every time. But that doesn’t automatically mean I want you to die. So stop wallowing in your internalized self-hatred and put your hand over mine.” You told him, trying your hardest to keep a lighthearted attitude, more so for your own sake than his at this point as you were literally about to pass out.

But he did as told, contributing with the strength he had left when you got to your feet and started pulling him up and into one of the seats that were still intact.

He put a trembling hand over yours and in turn, you put your other one over his and pushed down. He hissed and you gave him a moment to adjust, and when you were sure he was pressing hard enough with his own hand, you slowly removed both of yours and fastened his seatbelt.

“Keep pressure and hold on tight. This is most likely going to be a rough ride.” You warned him, and he slowly looked up at you through a mess of ginger hair.

“It can’t be any worse than the ride here.” He retorted and you nodded, taking that as a “go ahead”.

You wasted no time in getting into the pilot’s seat after pulling the previous pilot out, as well as the thick tree branch on which his head had been impaled, and started up the controls. It took a few tries to get out of the hole the ship hade gotten stuck in when crashing, but soon enough you were up in the sky.

With a bit of dumb luck, you eventually reached your destination and got brought back in to the base by your team of fellow engineers, all ready to repair the wrecked ship.

Hux was immediately taken to the medical bay while you stayed behind to help with the ships, and from two ends of the base, the two of you silently and separately came to realize that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t hate each other as much as you thought, after all.

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years ago

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Hi, I haven't seen any request with Raleigh Becket, so him with🥶,☕,😚(kiss). (Also I'm sorry I barely ever request anything and I suck at picking characters and emojis or prompts). Hope you won't have much trouble with this.

Thanks for your request for my Emoji Fic Fest! No need to apologize at all, this is great lol, and I’m glad to have gotten a Raleigh request! 💗

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Iced Coffee Kisses

Pairing: Raleigh Becket x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, Raleigh crushing on a girl & being the awkwardest turtle in the world Word Count: ~1.2k Emoji Prompt: 🥶☕️😚 (key words are in bold)

It’s fucking cold.

The frigid air bites through his coat as falling snow dampens his hair to darker gold. He really isn’t one to bitch about conditions, but he shouldn’t even be in this position. Though his shift is done, the officer in charge is in the middle of some speech, some protocol he needs to teach, and he wants everyone to listen. Raleigh Becket is a good boy so of course he feels compelled to do as told.

There’s a completely selfless reason as to why he’s fucking miffed: he picked up coffee for somebody at the tail end of his shift. It’s in a little paper cup with a cheap plastic lid, and cooling off with every passing minute. He’d have just gotten a new one, when this stupid speech is done—but as the officer goes on and on and on, it’s getting late and Raleigh knows, by now the cafeteria is fucking closed.

When he’s at last released he hurries to the dormitory halls—toward your room—rushing as briskly as he can without the risk of spilling cooled off coffee all over his balls. From all the cold his crotch is numb, so if this drink splashed from the cup and stained his pants he probably wouldn’t even feel a thing at all.

Maybe it’s good if his dick’s broken ‘cause whenever he gets close to you it tends to want to stand up stiff and tall.

When he arrives and softly knocks his frostbit knuckles on the closed door of your dorm… for the first time all day he finally feels warm.

Warm turns to hot now as the door swings open, and you’re wearing your pink panda bear pajamas just as he was hoping. Or not hoping, to be more precise—he always loves to see you looking so damn cute, till he reminds himself it’s rude, and has to turn away his eyes.

The pink of your pajamas pales against the rosy petals of his lips. He’s just a friend but times like this you wish that he would fucking grab you by the hips… slam you against the wall and claim your ass as his, with a big fat passionate kiss…

Of course that isn’t what he does. At least not yet. He’s still the same virtuous golden boy he always was, even more bashful and respectful now than back when you first met.

“Hey!” he greets you with a goofy smile as he holds the coffee up, big hand wrapped tight around the small white cup. “I, uh—I know you said that you’d be working on that huge project all day, most likely staying up all night. Figured some coffee couldn’t hurt, right?”

Beam at him sunshiney bright. “Aw, that’s so sweet of you!” I seriously love you.

“It’s… it’s more like iced, I guess,” he tells you with a grimace. “Got held up but tried my best.”

“I love iced coffee,” you reply honestly. “Thanks so much Raleigh, this—this is really sweet.”

You take the cup he came to offer you and all you feel is heat.

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“I like your dorm.”

He instantly regrets that you invited him inside ‘cause now he’s sitting here beside you on your bed and starts to squirm. He’s saying stupid shit and finds his mouth is spouting off impulsively before the thoughts can form. “It’s… really warm.”

You don’t want him to feel embarrassed or ashamed, but seeing him all shy and awkward is so cute you can’t be blamed. Your tone is playful and indulgent and you hope he knows that you don’t mean to mock him. You just really want to fuck him. “Leigh, you do know that our rooms are all the same?”

The only person in the world who gets to call him by a girl’s name.

Rolls his eyes, hoping you don’t notice the bulge between his thighs. “Obviously. But the, uh—pictures you’ve put up are really lovely.”

Gestures at the walls. You’ve been meaning to decorate a bit more but you’ve not gotten around to it at all. There are, like, two photos hung up but otherwise you can’t deny your room is ugly. Even more so when in contrast to the sheer beauty of godly golden Raleigh.

Though he knows your bed is just the same as everybody else’s, he can’t help but feel it’s extra fucking comfy. He feels home here on your mattress. Warm and fluffy. “How’s the coffee?”

“It’s… it’s iced,” you answer with a tender smile as you take another sip, lick the cool liquid off your lip. Shift closer toward him on the bed. “But like I said—I really like it iced. It’s nice.”

“I like your eyes.”

Dude, what the fuck. He wants to hide under a rock. There’s not a rock in sight though so the poor guy’s out of luck. He wants to run but he’s forgotten how to even fucking walk. You touch his forearm through his coat and it’s as if you touched his motherfucking cock.

“I like yours too. They’re really blue,” you coo, sweeping a tuft of snow-kissed gold off to the side so you can see his blushing face in fuller view. “Leigh, you do know I’m really into you?”

He swallows hard and doesn’t think he’ll make it through, if you continue. He’ll combust to fucking pieces if it’s true. “…Into?”

You nod and set the nearly empty cup of coffee on the nightstand, freeing both your hands. “I’m really not that subtle with my hints to you.”

“What hints?” This blonde buffoon is seriously sitting here without a fucking clue.

Even that one time when you literally asked Raleigh if he wanted to take you on a date he thought you meant as friends or something and he still wasn’t convinced.

Leigh sees you as some kind of Disney princess way beyond his league—your bravery and brains and beauty make him weak—he doesn’t have a clue that he’s your fucking prince.

So you decide your hints are gonna have to get a little bold. “You know the coffee that you brought may have been cold… but you’re still super fucking hot.” You watch his eyes widen to take in what you’ve told. Whether he finds himself believing it or not. “Believe me, Leigh—I like you, like, a lot. I think about you every fucking night and get off on the thought.”

Oh my God what the fucking what. Now any chance he had at answering coherently is shot. He fumbles frantically for words and gives you what little he’s got. “I do… I do that when I think about you too?”

He says it like a question as if there was any doubt that you already knew.

“I know you do,” you purr. Lean in to finally kiss him hungrily and hotly—then shift suddenly—down to your knees before him on the floor. You love his kisses but you’d love to kiss him elsewhere even more. “You know I never thanked you properly, for that lovely iced coffee that you got me… thankfully that is exactly what this slutty little mouth of mine is for.”

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nhinxsworld · 4 years ago

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I love pet play so here is me doing pet play scenrios ♡♡♡♡ just some thoughts what pet i think they would have and what they'd do uwu

my list!

Characters: Gojo Satoru x reader ; Megumi Fushiguro x reader ; Toji Fushiguro x reader ; Naoya Zenin x reader and Itadori Yuji x reader

warning: nsfw ; petplay ; dom/sub ; humiliation ; dumbification and idk???

Gojo Satoru

He peaks as the soft/slutty bunny type of guy or a cunning fox

Honestly his white hair just gives me snow bunny vibes, but any kind of bunny would be cool with him.

On one side he likes to corrupt the innocent looking ones, cute little bunnies who get feral horny with him. Pretty costumized bunny ears for his pet, he can afford it. Pretty pillow princesses he fucks stupid, in any position, but it's a plus if he can see that soft pretty tail.

Or maybe just the classic playboy bunny type, model body. Curvy, pretty ones, the nice lips, nice everything with those skin tight skimpy bunny suits. Fishnet or nylon doesn't matter, he'll rip them apart, he loves that clean sexy look, before he messes everything up.

Why fox? He just peaks me as somewhat you know special out of the usual. Foxes are rather rare for pet play since they aren't the average pet either. Though I can imagine a pretty fox, who would tease him back and is playful would keep him interested. He just might put a collar on you and tugs you around for the fun of it.

He thrives at any title master??? fuck yes baby push his ego. Sir??? hell yeah push his authority might as well call him sensei. daddy?? sure as classic he'll call you little one and other sweet nicknames

Really depends on his mood that day or what you'd want him to do, he can do anything, if you're a good pet for him he'll praise you, if you want to be degraded sure he'll call you his slut and spits on your face.

You just want to fuck ? Sure, he'll fuck you stupid and breeds your bunny/fox hole/cunt. You want him to actually treat you like a pet?? Yeah sure he'll put down a water bowl and all that shit down for you to use, he'll give you hella foreplay.

jokes about animal abuse in the end lol

Megumi Fushiguro

He is my baby, but if I had to pick for him? I'd just say puppy's. Megumi is a confirmed dog person, so yep I think he'd like obedient puppy's. Probably blushes when you put on the ears and the tail, at first he was like nah he isn't into it, but now it gets his dick hard.

He is very soft and sweet, so I can imagine that he'd get along with a playful and obedient puppy's. Loves it when the soft fur of your tail brushes against his skin and how the cute puppy ears peak through your hair. He'll praise you and would call you his good pet as he fucks on all fours. Probably wouldn't tug too much on your collar and leash, it just looks pretty on you.

Would get so flustered at the beginning if you want to call him titles, even if his name is girly, he'd probably still likes the intimacy when you call him by his name between titles.

probably thinks it's a bit weird at first, but you can ease him into it, and he'll tell you what he likes or and what he doesn't like

Toji Fushiguro

I'd just like to think the bias towards dogs runs in the family if not I think he's just the basic cat type same shit but calls you kitty

unlike Megumi, Toji isn't soft. He probably wouldn't care if you'd wear gear or not, actually he might tease and bully you, if you want to wear pretty puppy ears and a tail. Would call you slutty and weird, but he'd still fuck you. He is probably older so he'd just might call you childish and the whole 'You want to be a what kid??' Other than that he wouldn't always call you a good puppy, he'd call you his dumb fucking mutt. Just lives to degrade you and call you stupid. If you want to wear a collar and leash he'll fucking yank you with it, piss him off, and he will choke you with it.

He will literally choke you when you call him daddy. It's unknown of whether he likes or he hates it, he'd just allow it. Sir might be too formal for him a lot of people call him that probably since he is a bit older and works at weird places where he doesn't give his name often. Probably doesn't like master as it might be too touchy towards his family issues back when he was a Zenin.

If it's the cat type he probably is an absolute brat tamer, if you're an egoistic little kitty you're fucked. Get down on your knees for him, he'll fuck your throat until you cry. Be a good kitty for daddy, milk him. Behave and he just might help your little drenching pussy out.

He is just here to fuck, but he would humor you a bit with dirty talk, if you do well, and he likes you. Otherwise nah he wouldn't really go deep into petplay. He is an adult man who was married to what it seems a very normal women so he probably doesn't want to do something super wild or new.

Naoya Zenin

hmmmm I think it's a bit difficult because one dogs are obedient, but they're also often considered dirty mutts I feel like he'd rather like something expensive like one of those white beautiful fur blue eye cats (lmaoo gojo) though cats are seen as arrogant, and he wants his to submit to him fully

probably looks and acting wise he'd like cats but he'd go for dogs too

He just seems like the type to degrade you, and it's easier to insult a dog than a cat y'know?

LMAOO FORGET THE GEAR WITH HIM you won't ever get to ask him to put on ears. He is a traditional man, the max he'd put on you is a collar. I just don't see him wanting to take you on your suggestions and I don't see him suggesting it himself.

If you're very, very, very well-behaved he just might call you a good dog. Yep, don't expect him to call you something cute like puppy. Probably the type to not let you wear any clothes, but your collar. Makes you crawl around with a leash attached, he wants to see you suffer, he wants to dehumanize you. He fucking owns you, he does whatever he wants with you. You're here for his pleasure not yours and he gets off to you being embarrassed and humiliated.

Bark back and he'll put a muzzle on you.

Don't even hesitate to lick the floor he walks on, don't look at him, when he doesn't allow it. He will punish you upon misbehaving and his punishments are real torture.

With him, you need to be well-trained and groomed, a dirty disobedient pet isn't going to stay anywhere near him. Be a good pet, and he just might let you sleep next to his bed, if you do very well and present yourself well in front of his family he just might treat you well and allow you to sleep on the bed.

This isn't pet-play to him he is just an asshole. If he makes you eat face first from a bowl like a dog, he does it to humiliate and laugh at you. Calls you pathetic.

Yuji Itadori

lmaooo its said he is mixed between dogs and cats, but I think he'd have a cat lean when it comes to pet-play

it's just the whole catgirl/catboy/catenby on the internet for him, he thinks cat ears are cute

would totally be exited if you wanted to wear cat ears and tail, he'd just be fascinated about them for while, thinks it's super cute nothing weird at all

hell he'd love it if you wore the cat ears outside bedroom activities too

Would coo and praise you, goes pspsp and all the shit like you're a real cat

wholesome sex but would get horny af if you meow while he pounds you

absolutely mad horny when your collar jingles around while he fucks you, it's too cute

Thinks it's super fucking cute would totally be intrested to look further for fun, probably would platonically treat you as a pet too. Calls you kitty outside the bedroom.

Neck scratches !!

Calls you his pretty kitty, would be down to do anything.

He is your biggest simp :)

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famoustruth · 2 years ago

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♣♦ Wizard Hearts ♠♥

Whee!! Although I'm still somewhat new to the fandom I really wanted to participate more in the community and seeing all the fun things that come out of the Game of Drarry community, eagerly signed up for my very first WH. It was a lot of fun to work with my team and cheer each other on and of course, binge some wonderful Drarry. 🤩 If you love to read Drarry, like low pressure and light competition, and bonding with other Drarry lovers I highly recommend giving it a try! Here's my response to the survey with some thoughts and of course highlights of what I got to read!

1. So I had to participate in a bit of an unconventional way as when I started on my reading, I was going abroad and traveling for a few weeks. Knowing I'd have spotty connection, I made a list of all the tropes and picked out fics I planned to read for each, marking down the lengths. I actually have been out of reading/writing for several months as IRL and other things got in the way, so I wanted to ease myself back into it! I ended up picking Fool Moon by Piarelei to read first, as it was on the shorter end and fulfilled the werewolf trope and from the tags/description, I knew I would love it. And I wasn't disappointed! It was humorous and spicy and just the thing to whet my appetite. After finishing I was hungry for more! 👀 2. The last fic I ended up reading was for the period/historical trope. This just happened to be the last because while I was going through my list, I had to do a couple passes to find fitting fics I hadn't yet read. I am kind of really shite at searching for fics on my own and this being a trope I generally don't go for, I struggled to find something that would pique my interest. Enter the super helpful people who rec'd Romp and Circumstance by wolfpants! This was a delicious and extremely well-written fic full of supremely hot moments and exceptional pining. Although I am far from an expert I would say the period setting made the debauchery all the more fun. 3. While I enjoy pretty much every single Drarry I consume because I am a simple person who isn't a very deep thinker, Mosrael's Love Bites, Or How Draco Malfoy Learned to Let Go and Celebrate His Allure really stood out to me. And given the aforementioned, in my case I feel like that really says something haha! I won't lie and say I do gravitate towards the fast and dirty, short and overly indulgent fics that scratch the itch from the get go but Love Bites was simply put, incredible. 🥺 The premise was golden from the start and combined with impeccable writing, fun and lovable characters (of course Draco and Harry are a given but the supporting cast was just as colorful and endearing), and a really fucking empowering message, you'd be hard pressed to find another fic that does what it does. I cannot stress enough how much I loved this story! 💜 4. My strategy for choosing fics to read was pretty straightforward: for the most part I had ample success with firing up AO3's search feature and pulling up Drarry fics that were 10k+, completed (I refuse to read anything unfinished because I hate waiting!!), and of course had the specific trope. I usually sort from newest to oldest because I think I have read a decent number of older ones and because those have been around longer, I feel like they've already got tons of eyes on them so might as well try and check out something newer? Well it worked to varying degrees of success haha. Then I just scrolled through and read the tags/descriptions and picked something out that caught my eye! For a few tropes that I was really unfamiliar with/wasn't sure what the tag to search for was, I asked others for recs and got some really nice recommendations. 5. I'm fairly certain that a veela fic was one of the very first Drarry fics that I ever read, and it is one of the tropes that I find very fun and entertaining. I ended up reading Once and Never Again by Avonne for the mpreg card but it is a veela Draco Malfoy fic and was absolutely brilliant! I was actually very intrigued by the veela lore that Avonne came up with, and it was doubly amusing to read about it through Draco experiencing the symptoms of nesting and such without having any clue just what the fuck was going on. I know those are common themes in a lot of these fics but it felt creative and refreshing to me! Definitely a very fun (and hot) read, highly recommend! 7. Of course it would have to be from Eye of the Storm by OTPshipper98. 🥺 How could my heart not be torn to shreds while reading this? 😭 The descriptions of Harry's abuse and how it affected his mental state, Draco's empathetic and delicate treatment of Harry, them coming out of the experience having both been put through the wringer... The writing is exquisite and painful and heartbreaking. I absolutely teared up at the part where Harry is trying to ask Draco for a hug but doesn't even know how to oh no I am tearing up now just thinking about it damn! If you want to be repeatedly punched in the heart and then hugged tightly this is the fic for you. 🤧 8. I don't think I've actually read anything under the period/historical setting trope before this. I can somewhat have interest in more fantasy type historical settings, but if it's just set in like, Victorian England or something similar I usually don't have much care for it. Not sure why, maybe because I have a bias that things back then were more boring haha but I never had a Pride and Prejudice phase (never even read it 😅) so I guess that ship just sailed long ago. However, I ended up reading one for a joker card at the recommendation of someone in the Drarry server and it was fantastic! It definitely helped that it had several other tropes that I am VERY into, but Nightcall by Femme and noeon was expertly written and I was quickly drawn into the Edwardian AU they created. Literally could not put it down, and this was the longest fic in my list at 116k words. xD

9. I think this one would have to be the first person POV trope! I'm sure I'm not the only one who struggles with getting into first or second person POV fics but I read InnerLilith's Once More With Feeling and was blown out of the water. As it has to do with highly emotional themes, getting to follow the experience through Draco's perspective, completely and fully, was certainly a treat. Honestly, I wonder if the fic would have even worked as well as it did were it NOT first person. Experiencing things through his narration made everything more elevated and vivid, sympathetically.

10. Even long after I've finished reading monika672's The Unfortunate Complications of Being an Animagus, this scene has stuck with me because when I read it, I just thought it was the FUNNIEST fucking thing.

Harry broke out into hysterical laughter, because only he would accidentally fuck his former enemy in wolf form. Only some cosmic joke would have them both being wolf animagi. And so he laughed. Because what else could he do? “Mister Potter, are you alright?” Harry turned to her, his head light from laughing. He could feel himself swaying where he stood. He saw Malfoy still frozen in place, and looked towards McGonagall again. The shock was quickly catching up to him, as he looked into McGonagall’s face, “Not at all Professor.” he said, before his vision turned black and he passed out.

Just the sheer hilarity of poor Harry having the most world upending revelation, having a hysterical laughing fit, and then fainting made me lose my mind. 😂 This fic is incredibly sweet (and spicy) though, and is a great read. 11. Although I'm not sure how to even categorize the emotions I felt about this (complex, painful, frustrating?), corvuscrowned's Ad Infinitum has emotions in spades. There's so much angst and inner turmoil that both of the boys are fighting through; being in a committed relationship of my own, it's honestly one of the scariest things in my life to think about what I would do if my partner ever wanted to leave. Given their history and personalities, their struggles were real and terrifying and you just never know which way the dice will fall. Of course I am glad that they continue to fight for their relationship and always want them to have a happy ending. 🥺

12. Nooooo! How could I pick but one? 🙈 Ugh I think this has to come down to a tie... although I really love the creature tropes (veela, werewolf, vampire), accidental bonding, and coffeshop AUs have a fucking MURDER HOLD on my heart, at the very top would probably be a close tie between Hogwarts eighth year for HP specific and soulmates more generally. What can I say, eighth year fics just hit different for some reason - maybe because of all the volatility that comes out of the direct aftermath of the war when things are still so fresh and raw, and the variability people take with having their relationship/attitudes still being contentious or having a tired Harry taking note of a subdued Draco etc! I just can never say no to an eighth year fic. And just across the board I am a sappy sucker at heart and the idea of soulmates never fails to make me weep! 😭 I love all things sweet and fluff (but won't say no to a dose of angst 😏) and soulmate fics have it all. Plus I feel like there are so many different takes on how it is implemented, so it never gets old! 13. Since we had 2 joker cards I ended up skipping 2 tropes, polyamory/threesome and trans character. The first one I skipped because I am a to-the-death purist, I only like Drarry and just Drarry. So that's a hard stop on what I am willing to read, relationship wise! Sometimes I even have trouble reading fics where the other has prolonged or otherwise relationships of import with other characters, but generally as long as I know Drarry is the endgame that is usually enough for me. 😅 And I skipped trans character since it's not something that personally resonates with me and I do already have my set mental image of Drarry being generically speaking, fairly close to their canon incarnations, so on that note I don't read gender bends either. 14. As I searched for fics to read specifically by trope tags rather than ambling through someone's works, it was sheer coincidence that I ended up reading 3 fics from one writer! And that writer is the lovely drarrily-we-row-along. 😊 I read Accidental Bonding (forced proximity), A Kiss to Build a Dream On (aurors), and Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (holiday). All of them had wonderful writing and characterizations - the interactions between Harry and Draco, while of course wildly different across them, were fun and lively and definitely had the essence of Drarry that I love. Whether they are snarking at each other with barely disguised disdain (and lust) or being incredibly sweet and tender with each other when emotional support is needed, I love it all! Now that I have free time I shall definitely be looking into more of their works. 😄 18. This is a really tough question because I think you guys balanced each of the suits incredibly well! There was good variety in each and I appreciated that. God can I just say all of them? 😂 Sitting here thinking about it I've literally changed my answer several times in the past minute lol. If I HAVE to pick one, however, I guess I will have to go with Pentacles! Pretty much every single trope in that suit is one I thoroughly enjoy reading (if not, part of my all time favorites list) so I definitely had a lot of fun completing it. 21. First off, thank you so much for running this event! I've ran similar point accruing/submission checking events before and I know it's so much work to stay on top of everything so thank you for your dedication and hard work! 🥺💜 The effort you guys put into having all the bonus activities on theme and with so much flavor text made everything that much more special and immersive. 🤯 As it was my first time participating I really had no idea what to expect aside from the spreadsheet, so the activities were a really fun surprise and helped foster that team spirit/camaraderie! I struggled to understand a little bit what was required for them at some points but I am fairly certain that is just a me problem lol. 😂 The only other things I guess I would want to note is that from my perspective as a fairly competitive person, knowing the point differentials of the teams from the start might have felt like a detriment/discouragement? Certain teams seemed to have higher participation than others and if I were on a team that was lagging behind with a huge gap, I might have felt less inclined to put my own numbers in. Maybe that's just a me thing but perhaps just having the rankings without the specific point totals included would be better for morale. Also, personally I worried that I over participated in the team activities which I was conflicted about. 🙁 Not to say I didn't want to participate - of course I did and had a lot of fun getting to collaborate with others - but I was scared that I was doing too much and not letting others have a chance... but then the deadline for the activities would be just around the corner and no one else had bandwidth so I just did it anyway. 😭 I just really wanted to make sure our team got the points so I hope I didn't step on anyone's toes. 🙃💦 But overall this was exactly the kind of event I needed to reconnect with Drarry after getting a bit burned out/dragged away by other circumstances so I am really thankful that I got to participate!! 🥰

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