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Title: Jonas Corbin’s Guide to Life
Jonas Corbin’s sophomore year of high school is getting off to a good start - he’s been assigned the locker next to his childhood friend and long-time crush Kiera Bernhardt in the same year that Kiera’s rather intimidating older brother has gone off to college, giving him the perfect opportunity to confess his feelings. However, will he be able to talk to Kiera without choking? And why is their mutual friend Chloe suddenly being so harsh towards him? Tells the story of Jonas’ sophomore, junior, and senior years at Foxwood High School in New Hampshire.
Other things:
Lots of esoteric references, mostly to anime and JRPGs.
Some degree of fourth-wall awareness, but not to ridiculous levels.
Teen characters are treated with respect.
Despite being named after a specific character, has an ensemble cast. Jonas is the narrator, though.
Everyone is ****ed-up to some degree, just like in real life.
At the same time, no one is purely good or bad. Again, just like in real life.
Some supernatural elements, although most, if not all, of them would be Maybe Magic, Maybe Mundane.
Musical numbers, not necessarily in every episode, but a decent number.
Starts out fairly lighthearted and gradually becomes darker throughout, possibly even with some deaths, but never loses its humorous side and ends on a hopeful note.
No one is beyond redemption, but not everyone accepts it.
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TV TROPES THAT APPLY TO THE SETTING AND CHARACTERS
Jonas Corbin:
Accidental Injury Guilt: He still feels guilt over indirectly breaking Kiera's arm seven years ago.
Ambiguously Bi: Despite his crush on Kiera being a major factor in his life, he's also implied to be attracted to his best friend Brad.
Brilliant, but Lazy
Captain Oblivious: Oblivious to both Chloe's and Mia's feelings for him. However, it's slightly implied that he may be faking it to avoid breaking the heart of one of his best friends or his other best friend's little sister.
Character Narrator
Childhood Friend Romance: With Kiera - they've known each other since they were kids, and he's had romantic feelings for her since they were in seventh grade.
Clueless Chick Magnet: Especially in the later seasons.
Deadpan Snarker
Determinator: Despite his lazy tendencies, he can be surprisingly persistent if there’s something he really wants.
First-Person Smartass
Friendly Enemy: He has this kind of relationship with Principal Mazlish.
Fun Size: The shortest boy in the core six, and a pretty fun guy.
Guile Hero
Hidden Depths: He's a gifted writer, and is implied to become a professional novelist in the future.
High School Hustler
Inferiority Superiority Complex: His Small Name, Big Ego tendencies are implied to be a way of coping with his insecurities.
Jerk with a Heart of Gold
Kindhearted Cat Lover: He may not be especially kindhearted, but he does dote on his cat Leo.
Knight in Sour Armor: Despite generally feeling that it won't make any difference in the grand scheme of things, he will still always do the right thing when it comes down to it.
Nervous Tics: Cracks his knuckles when he's worried and isn't able to chew gum for whatever reason.
Not a Morning Person
Obfuscating Stupidity
Obliviously Beautiful: A rare male example, especially later in the series.
Occidental Otaku: Although it’s never made clear whether he has a genuine interest in anime or just joined the anime club to be close to Kiera and became the mask.
Oral Fixation: He's often seen chewing gum, with ginger being his favorite flavor. It's implied that he does it as a way of coping with anxiety.
Rebellious Spirit
Sad Clown: Has a lot of insecurities, mostly related to his parents’ divorce and his crush on Kiera, which he covers up with his class-clown persona.
Screams Like a Little Girl
Second-Year Protagonist
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Sensitive guy to Brad's manly man.
Small Name, Big Ego: Can be pretty boastful and cocky sometimes.
The Cynic: Not to the degree of some other characters, but he has his moments.
The Leader
The Slacker: At least before he starts trying to improve himself.
Tough Leader Façade: On the surface, he acts like a fun, charismatic guy who comes up with cool plans to mess with harsh authority figures and not get caught. However, under his cool façade he's deeply insecure about his parent's divorce and his crush on his childhood friend Kiera.
Brad Thompson:
Academic Athlete
Deadpan Snarker
Farm Boy
Gentle Giant: The tallest of the core six, and also one of the nicer ones.
Lovable Jock
One Head Taller: He stands exactly six inches taller than his girlfriend Caitlyn.
Only Sane Man: Sometimes shares this role with Nate and Kiera.
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Manly man to Jonas' sensitive guy.
Shout-Out: His favorite chicken is named Catherine as a reference to Robotrek and Terranigma.
The Lancer
The Reliable One
Why Did It Have to Be Spiders?
Chloe Seaver:
Bifauxnen
Bifauxnen and Lad-ette: Bifauxnen to her rival and eventual girlfriend Mia’s Lad-ette.
Big Eater
Boyish Short Hair
Brilliant, but Lazy: Although she's not as lazy as Jonas, she still doesn't apply herself in school despite having intelligence at least on par with her Academic Athlete brother Mark.
Bruiser with a Soft Center
Competition Freak
Cross Player: Plays a male dwarf barbarian in the RPG Episode.
Cute Bruiser
Deadpan Snarker
Jerk with a Heart of Gold
Lady Swears-a-Lot: The only one of the core six to swear regularly. It's implied that she picked it up from her brother Mark.
Lovable Jock
Occidental Otaku
Passionate Sports Girl
Pets as a Present: She was given her pet hedgehog Frodo as a fourteenth birthday present.
Pint-Sized Powerhouse: The shortest and arguably the strongest of the core six.
Shorttank
Super Drowning Skills: Despite being incredibly fit and athletic, she can't swim.
Sweet Tooth
The Big Guy
The Napoleon: Physically the smallest of the core six, but also the most aggressive.
The Rival: She is the rival of Mia for Jonas' attention, at least initially.
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Tomboy to both Kiera's and Alicia's girly girls.
Tomboy with a Girly Streak: Although she is very much a tomboy, she also took flower-arranging classes at one point and actually enjoyed them.
Tsundere: Towards Jonas.
Kiera Bernhardt:
Academic Athlete
All Girls Want Bad Boys: She's attracted to Connor Urquhart during the first two seasons, although it's somewhat downplayed by the fact that she's not drawn to him because he's a bad boy, but because she can see a glimmer of goodness within him.
Big Brother Attraction: Notice all the tropes that her brother Adrian and her crush Connor have in common. This is not a coincidence.
Bookworm: Although not to the degree of her brother, she does enjoy reading, especially the works of Tamora Pierce.
Brainy Brunette
Camera Fiend: While she isn't as passionate about photography as Courtney, she does still have an interest in it, and she and Courtney eventually bond over their shared interest.
Childhood Friend Romance: With Jonas.
Class Princess
Cool Big Sis: Eventually becomes this for Courtney.
Deadpan Snarker: Not as much as some other characters, but she does have her moments.
Deuteragonist: Although the story centers around Jonas, it's just as much about Kiera learning to break free of her dysfunctional family.
Dude Magnet
Even The Girls Want Her: Morgan is attracted to her, and it's implied that Chloe may be, too.
Gamer Chick: To the point where Jonas describes her as "the perfect blend of gamer girlfriend and Goth girlfriend".
Gentlewoman Snarker: She comes from a wealthy family, and can snark with the best of them.
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: Generally very feminine, but is also a passionate lacrosse player and skier.
Heavy Sleeper
Kindhearted Cat Lover: Her family has three cats, and she loves them all, especially the youngest, Lilith.
Ms. Vice Girl: Arguably the nicest of the core six, but takes great pride in her good looks and athletic accomplishments.
My Nayme Is: Her name is spelled Kiera, not the more-common Keira or Kira. Getting it wrong is one of the few ways to get her mad.
Occidental Otaku
Only Sane Woman: Shares this role with Nate and occasionally Brad.
Passionate Sports Girl
Proud Beauty
Silk Hiding Steel
Spoiled Sweet
Team Mom
The Heart
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Zig-zagged. She's the girly girl to Chloe's tomboy, and the tomboy to Alicia's girly girl.
Trademark Favorite Food: Buffalo wings.
Unaffected by Spice: A downplayed example, but she loves spicy food, especially buffalo wings.
Uptown Girl: Coming from a wealthier family, she counts as this for Jonas.
Why Did It Have to Be Snakes?: She's afraid of heights due to taking a nasty fall while climbing trees with Jonas when they were eight years old.
Nate Kellerman:
Adorkable
Bespectacled Cutie: A rare male example.
Bookworm: The most well-read of the core six.
Brainy Brunet
Character Tics: Ties his hair back when he's thinking hard.
Deadpan Snarker
Genius Sweet Tooth
Hidden Depths: Despite his generally cowardly nature, he loves horror movies.
Jewish and Nerdy
Lovable Coward
Neat Freak
Nice Jewish Boy
Only Sane Man: Shares this role with Kiera and sometimes Brad.
Proud to Be a Geek
Smart People Wear Glasses: Wears glasses, and is the smartest of the core six.
Teen Genius
The Smart Guy
“Well Done, Son” Guy
Alicia Ramsey:
Animal Lover
Apologizes a Lot
Cloudcuckoolander: Has her moments of this.
Consistent Clothing Style: Always wears an unbuttoned cardigan, but the color and pattern varies.
Covert Pervert
Cute Clumsy Girl
D-Cup Distress: She hates having large breasts, both because of the attention they attract and because she had to give up on her dream of becoming a professional gymnast because of them.
Daddy’s Girl
Expy: Pretty much a human version of Fluttershy.
Genius Ditz: Despite her Cloudcuckoolander tendencies, she knows a lot about animals and nature in general, and is a talented pianist and budding composer - self-taught, to boot!
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: The most feminine of the core six, but is also an Outdoorsy Gal with an interest in insects.
Granola Girl
Hiding Behind Your Bangs: Of the “shy” type.
Huge Schoolgirl
Missing Mom: Her mother died when she was three.
Obliviously Beautiful
Outdoorsy Gal: A rare girly-girl example.
Shrinking Violet
Signature Instrument: A self-taught pianist, but prefers the electric keyboard.
Sixth Ranger: Although she joins the group in the first episode, she still qualifies.
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Girly girl to both Chloe and Kiera's tomboys.
Mark Seaver:
Academic Athlete
Aloof Ally: Not the friendliest person, but is willing to help out when needed.
Ambiguously Bi: Easily the biggest womanizer in the cast, but he and his best friend Connor are depicted as closer than most best friends usually are.
Big Brother Bully
Big Brother Instinct: Despite his Big Brother Bully tendencies, he is fiercely protective of his younger siblings and would do anything for them.
Big Brother Mentor: Sometimes fulfills this role to the core six, especially Chloe since he actually is her big brother.
Big Eater
Bully Turned Buddy / Friendly Enemy: To the core six.
Chivalrous Pervert
Embarrassing Middle Name: His middle name is Read, which makes his initials M.R.S., or Mrs. Fortunately for him, the only ones to know it are his younger siblings and his best friend Connor.
Handsome Lech
Hidden Depths: He loves tabletop RPGs, especially Wayfarer.
Incompatible Orientation: Has a crush on Lesbian Jock Lauren Reinholt.
Jerk Jock with a Heart of Gold
Occidental Otaku: Although he doesn’t like to admit it.
Real Men Wear Pink: Generally very masculine, but has a taste for shoujo anime.
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Manly man to Connor's sensitive guy.
Signature Instrument: Drums.
Connor Urquhart:
Aloof Big Brother: At his best.
Big Brother Bully: At his worst… although see Cruel to Be Kind, below.
Animal Motifs: Crows. He dresses in black, is both clever and creepy, and has managed to befriend a local murder of crows by feeding them.
Berserk Button: Do not call him Connie.
Big Brother Instinct: In his words, “If anyone other than me were to **** with Morgan, I would have no choice but to murder them.”
Cold Ham
Cruel to Be Kind: Part of why he pushes Morgan away is to protect her from his incestuous desires.
Dark Is Not Evil: Despite his Gothic appearance and grim nature, he is, at his very worst, a Jerkass with a Hidden Heart of Gold.
Deadpan Snarker
Embarrassing Nickname: See Berserk Button, above.
Goth
Hidden Depths: Poetry editor for the school’s literary magazine.
Iconic Item: His black trench coat.
Icy Blue Eyes
Jerk with a Heart of Gold
Lean and Mean
Long-Haired Pretty Boy
Masculine Girl, Feminine Boy: Feminine boy to Morgan’s masculine girl.
Must Have Caffeine: His favorite drink is black coffee, which he can't wake up without.
Nonconformist Dyed Hair: A natural blond who dyes his hair black with cobalt blue streaks to match his Goth aesthetic.
Not a Morning Person
Perpetual Frowner
Pet the Dog: Once walked an injured Courtney to the nurse's office for reasons unclear even to him.
Pyromaniac: Slightly implied in the first holiday special, in which he’s shown smiling serenely as he stares into a fire.
Reformed, but Not Tamed: After his suicide attempt, he starts showing his heart of gold a bit more, but retains his gloomy, snarky attitude.
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Sensitive guy to Mark's manly man… if you can really call him "sensitive," that is.
Shout-Out: With a dash of Expy. He’s named after and very loosely based on Connor Murphy from Dear Evan Hansen.
Signature Instrument: Bass guitar.
Significant Birth Date: Born on Walpurgisnacht, referencing his rather morbid attitude.
Sitcom Archnemesis: At least, that's how Chloe sees him. Connor is fully aware that she doesn't like him, but just doesn't care… or at least, that's what he claims.
Sugar-and-Ice Personality: A lot more ice than sugar, with his warmer side showing itself mostly around Mark, Christi, and sometimes Morgan.
The Cynic
The Snark Knight
The Stoner: Much like his namesake.
Troubled Teen
Used to Be a Sweet Kid
Morgan Urquhart:
Afraid of Clowns
Beware the Nice Ones / Bully Hunter: See Little Sister Instinct, below.
Consistent Clothing Style: Generally wears cool pastel colors to set off her strawberry-blonde hair.
Flower Motifs: Roses. Her middle name is Rose, which also happens to be her favorite flower.
Gamer Chick: Most notably, she holds the high score on the Lethal Enforcers machine at the local arcade.
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: Generally a straight-up girly-girl, but is also the starting goalie on the girls' JV lacrosse team.
Iconic Item: Her Celtic knot necklace, a gift from Connor on her thirteenth birthday.
Incompatible Orientation: Has a crush on her heterosexual best friend Sarah Reinholt.
Jerkass to One: Connor. Justified in that he's usually a jerkass to her first.
Lipstick Lesbian: Although technically, she’s a bisexual homoromantic.
Little Sister Instinct: Was once suspended for giving Nick Murphy a swift kick in the babymakers because he was harassing her brother.
Masculine Girl, Feminine Boy: Masculine girl to Connor’s feminine boy.
Once Done, Never Forgotten: Kicking Nick in the balls.
Signature Instrument: Clarinet.
Straight Gay
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Tomboy to her best friend Sarah's girly girl, and girly girl to her eventual girlfriend Lydia's tomboy.
Trademark Favorite Food: Peaches.
Sarah Reinholt:
Closet Key: She's the first girl Morgan was ever attracted to. Unfortunately, she's straight.
Dancing Royalty
Drama Queen: Has her moments of this.
Hair of Gold, Heart of Gold: She has sandy blonde hair and is one of the nicer and more innocent characters in the series.
Kindhearted Cat Lover: Loves cats, especially her own cat Pekoe.
Large Ham: She can be this sometimes, especially during her Drama Queen moments.
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Girly girl to both her best friend Morgan and her sister Lauren's tomboys.
Lauren Reinholt:
Lesbian Jock
Occidental Otaku
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Tomboy to her sister Sarah's girly girl.
Tomboy with a Girly Streak
Jessica Beaumont:
Friendly Address Privileges: A borderline case. She doesn't mind when most people call her "Jess" or "Jessie," with the exception of her older brother Joel, who she doesn't get along with.
Light Feminine and Dark Feminine: Light to Nina's Dark.
Lovable Alpha Bitch
Middle Child Syndrome: She’s the middle child of three siblings, which is why she seeks attention through cheerleading.
Stuck in Their Shadow: Sometimes feels this way, considering that her older brother is an Ivy League scholar and her younger sister is a borderline juvenile delinquent.
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Girly girl to her sister Jadyn's tomboy.
Thom Anderson:
Berserk Button: Do not call him Thomas or Tommy.
Bookworm: As would be expected from the editor-in-chief of the school's literary magazine, he's a voracious reader.
Disappointing Older Sibling: At least, that’s how his sister Courtney sees him when compared to their handsome and athletic stepbrother Kyle.
Embarrassing Nickname: Inverted. He insists on going by Thom rather than his full name, Thomas.
Hates Their Parent: His biological father, for walking out on the family eleven years ago.
My Nayme Is: He's very insistent on his name being spelled with a silent H.
Occidental Otaku
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Sensitive guy to Kyle's manly man.
Kyle Levy:
Academic Athlete
Big Little Brother: He's two months younger and an inch taller than his stepbrother Thom.
Hidden Heart of Gold: It takes his friendship with Courtney, and eventually Thom, to bring it out, but he does have one.
Jerk Jock
Long-Haired Pretty Boy
One Head Taller: He's a little over six feet tall, whereas his girlfriend Nina is 5'7".
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Manly man to Thom's sensitive guy.
The Ace
Troubled Teen
Courtney Anderson:
Big Brother Attraction: Or, more accurately, Big Stepbrother Attraction.
Camera Fiend: Has a passion for photography, which eventually leads to her forming a close bond with Kiera. Of note is the fact that Courtney uses film while Kiera is primarily digital.
Lascivious Beauty Mark: Has a beauty mark under her right eye, and is probably the most flirtatious character in the series.
Replacement Goldfish: Kyle sees her as a substitute for his deceased biological sister Kendra.
Third-Party Peacekeeper: Sometimes fills this role for Thom and Kyle when she's not playing them against each other for her own amusement.
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Girly girl to her best friend Jadyn's tomboy.
Nick Murphy:
Dumb Jock
Jerk Jock
Malicious Misnaming: Almost always calls Jonas "Jon-ass".
Morality Pet: Despite his general Jerkass tendencies, he is protective of his brother Jared and his cousin Caitlyn.
The Bully
Jared Murphy:
Book Dumb: While he's smarter than his brother, he still doesn't do well academically.
Hair-Trigger Temper
Hidden Depths: Has a taste for musical theater and is a member of the drama club.
Jerk Jock
Large Ham: As a hot-headed theatre kid, it’s pretty much a given.
Morality Pet: Like Nick, he’s very protective of his cousin Caitlyn.
Signature Instrument: Electric guitar.
The Bully
Zane Kessler:
Big Brother Instinct: Despite his general aloofness towards his little sister Jasmine, he's still protective of her.
Big Ego, Hidden Depths: Despite his Small Name, Big Ego tendencies, he does have a genuine passion for anime, which is why he was appointed club president in the first place.
Occidental Otaku: President and co-founder of Foxwood High's anime club.
Small Name, Big Ego: He can be pretty full of himself at times, considering that he's just the president of a high-school anime club.
Jasmine Kessler:
Berserk Button: Ginger jokes.
Embarrassing Nickname: Jazz. The only ones allowed to call her that are her older brother Zane and her best friend Mia.
Fiery Redhead
Genki Girl
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: A very feminine girl who also plays on the school's JV basketball team.
Quirky Curls
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Girly girl to her best friend Mia's tomboy.
Nina Chapman:
Beta Bitch
Expy: Of Miranda Killgallen. She's a dark-skinned Beta Bitch who is the daughter of a police officer, and is often a corrupting influence on her Lovable Alpha Bitch best friend.
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: While she's very much a Girly Girl, she also takes a shop class.
Light Feminine and Dark Feminine: Dark to Jessica's Light.
Odd Name Out: The only member of Jessica's Girl Posse not named after a fictional cheerleader.
The Starscream: Despite being Jessica's best friend, she secretly wants to usurp her position as Alpha Bitch.
Toxic Friend Influence: Typically the one to push Jessica towards more jerkish behavior.
Ashley Cournane:
Hidden Depths: A member of the Gay-Straight Alliance.
Pom-Pom Girl: The most enthusiastic member of the cheer squad.
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Girly girl to her best friend Christi's tomboy.
Malcolm Stone:
Academic Athlete
Bald Head of Toughness: Although if you ask him, it's a shaved head of toughness.
Genius Bruiser
Gentle Giant
The Stoic
Mia Thompson:
Abhorrent Admirer: Although she's better-looking than most examples of this trope, Jonas is still repelled by her unpleasant personality.
Bifauxnen and Lad-ette: Lad-ette to her rival and eventual girlfriend Chloe’s Bifauxnen.
Bi-Wildered: Her reaction when she realizes she's attracted to Chloe… although it's never made clear whether it's more of a reaction to being attracted to girls in general, or to Chloe in particular.
Consistent Clothing Style: Usually wears overalls over a T-shirt, although the color and pattern of the shirt varies.
Farm Girl
Hidden Heart of Gold
Jerkass
Kiddy Coveralls: She's older than most examples, but she is a tomboyish farm girl who usually wears overalls.
Stalker with a Crush: On Jonas.
The Gadfly: Towards pretty much everyone, but especially likes provoking Jonas and Brad.
The Rival: To Chloe.
Tomboy
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Tomboy to her best friend Jasmine's girly girl.
Wasted Beauty: Acknowledged as very attractive, but it's marred by her Jerkass tendencies.
Lydia Renfrew:
Brilliant, but Lazy
Cool Big Sis: To Shea. Eventually becomes a Cool Big Stepsister to Jonas after her father marries his mother.
Lovable Jock
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Tomboy to her eventual girlfriend Morgan's girly girl.
Trademark Favorite Food: Spaghetti.
Unkempt Beauty
Katrina Rockwell:
Hidden Depths: Enjoys baking.
Huge Guy, Tiny Girl: Tiny Girl to Peter's Huge Guy.
I Have Brothers: Her tomboyish nature probably stems from having three brothers, one older and two younger.
"L" Is for "Dyslexia": She's implied, and later confirmed, to be dyslexic.
Lovable Jock
Passionate Sports Girl
Resentful Outnumbered Sibling: Doesn't like being the only girl in her family.
Tomboy with a Girly Streak
Tomboyish Ponytail
Peter Gardner:
Academic Athlete
Big Brother Instinct: Despite sometimes being a Big Brother Bully to Colin and Emily, he does care about them.
Hidden Depths: Plays cello in the school band.
Huge Guy, Tiny Girl: Huge Guy to Katrina's Tiny Girl.
Jerk Jock with a Heart of Gold
Signature Instrument: Cello, as mentioned above.
Colin Gardner:
Hidden Depths: While he's not as smart as his brother, he is a skilled chess player, able to hold his own against Academic Athlete Aisha Cummings.
Incompatible Orientation: Has a crush on Morgan Urquhart, who is mostly lesbian.
Lovable Jock: He's about as athletic as his Jerk Jock brother, and also a lot nicer.
Jadyn Beaumont:
Expy: Originally envisioned as an older, female Bart Simpson who's the youngest of three siblings instead of the oldest.
Iconic Item: Her knit cap.
Stuck in Their Shadow: Part of why she acts out is because she feels overshadowed by her older siblings.
Tagalong Kid: Younger than the rest of Mark's gang, who she only hangs out with because she idolizes Lauren Reinholt.
The Prankster
The Slacker: A rare female example.
Tomboy
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Tomboy to both her best friend Courtney and her sister Jessica.
Josh Reilly:
Mad Libs Catchphrase: "Chicks dig [physical/personality trait or occupation]."
School Newspaper Newshound
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Manly Man to Robbie's Sensitive Guy.
Robbie Wolfe:
Ambiguously Gay: Implied to be attracted to his best friend Josh.
Lonely Rich Kid
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Sensitive Guy to Josh's Manly Man.
Drake Levine:
Academic Athlete
Aloof Big Brother: He's something like this to his sister Shana, who loves him anyway.
Big Man on Campus
Extracurricular Enthusiast
KidAnova: A teenaged version.
Lovable Jock
Sexy Sax Man
Signature Instrument: Saxophone.
The Ace: Smart, good-looking, athletic, and a damn good sax player.
Christi Wong:
Deadpan Snarker
Freaky Fashion, Mild Mind
Nonconformist Dyed Hair: She has a purple streak in her bangs.
Perky Goth
Signature Instrument: Electric guitar.
The Anti-Nihilist
Tomboy and Girly Girl: Tomboy to her best friend Ashley's girly girl.
Aisha Cummings:
Academic Athlete: Good at both basketball and chess.
Caitlyn Larouche:
Disappeared Dad: Her father was lost at sea two years before the events of the series.
Shana Levine:
Attention Whore: Due to her older brother's status as The Ace, she'll do almost anything for people to notice that she exists.
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: Despite being very feminine for the most part, she has short hair and is very athletic and good at science.
Hidden Depths: A fashion-loving cheerleader who also happens to be a science whiz.
Stuck in Their Shadow: She feels overshadowed by her brother Drake, which is the main cause of her Attention Whore tendencies.
Successful Sibling Syndrome: She generally feels inferior to her older brother Drake, who she sees as good at everything.
The Fashionista
Lisa Wong:
Bespectacled Cutie
Big Sister Attraction
Shrinking Violet
Signature Instrument: Violin.
Dan Therrian:
Extraverted Nerd
Forgettable Character
Hidden Depths: Takes karate lessons, and is pretty good at it, too.
Keet
Martial Pacifist
Older Than They Look: He's a high-school student, but has been mistaken for a middle-school student at least once.
Rachel Mizrahi:
Genki Girl
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: The most feminine member of Katrina's group, but is also the starting small foward on the girls' basketball team.
Informed Judaism: She has a Sephardic surname, and Nate mentions knowing her from temple at one point, but it doesn't really come up much.
The Fashionista
Logan Taggart:
Brilliant, but Lazy
Cuteness Proximity: As hard as he tries to maintain his cool façade, he will absolutely melt at the sight of cute animals, especially cats and ferrets.
Defrosting Ice King
Hair-Trigger Temper
Kindhearted Cat Lover: Not quite as "kindhearted" as other examples of this trope, but he does like cats.
Long-Haired Pretty Boy
Occidental Otaku
Perma-Stubble
Successful Sibling Syndrome: He feels inadequate when compared to his younger siblings, who are generally better than him academically and socially.
The Cynic
The Hedonist
The Paranoiac
The Quiet One
Judd Taggart:
Freaky Fashion, Mild Mind
Nonconformist Dyed Hair: Dyes his hair blue.
Odd Name Out: The only Taggart sibling without a five-letter name.
Hannah Brooks:
Berserk Button: Infidelity in relationships, due to her parents getting divorced when she was young for this reason. This is why she eventually dumps Mark.
Cool Big Sis: Despite her hatred of her stepmother and mixed feelings toward her father, she still loves her younger half-siblings Preston and Renee.
Former Friend of Alpha Bitch: She and Jessica were best friends until Jessica moved to the other side of town and they started to grow apart.
Lovable Jock
Passionate Sports Girl
Tomboy with a Girly Streak: Generally very tomboyish, but has pink hair tips. Pink is also her favorite color.
Maddie Burke:
Academic Athlete: An excellent student, and is also on the tennis and alpine skiing teams.
Bookworm
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak
Smart People Wear Glasses: Although she only wears them when reading.
Alexis Ryder:
Book Dumb: She's not stupid by any means, but isn't very academic.
Toxic Friend Influence: She's generally a bad influence on her friend Caitlyn, which is why Caitlyn's cousins Nick and Jared don't like her.
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Donna Corbin:
Absurdly Youthful Mother
Amazingly Embarrassing Parents
Cloudcuckoolander
Genius Ditz: Despite her scatterbrained Cloudcuckoolander nature, she is still a competent beautician.
The Ditz: To the point where Jonas at one point openly wonders how she got custody of him.
Richard Corbin:
Monica Corbin:
Good Stepmother
One-Note Chef: Generally a Cordon Bleugh Chef, but can make surprisingly good pancakes.
Samantha Corbin:
Annoying Younger Sibling: To Jonas.
Bitch in Sheep's Clothing: Acts sweet and innocent around most people, but is actually a selfish, manipulative brat. Her half-brother Jonas and her regular babysitter Kiera are the only ones who know her true nature.
Bizarre Taste in Food: Implied to be genetic, since her mother is a Cordon Bleugh Chef.
Bratty Half-Pint
Dirty Kid: She has her moments of this.
Genki Girl: Say what you will about her, there's no denying that she has a lot of energy.
Girlish Pigtails
Hidden Heart of Gold
Jerkass
Spoiled Brat
Troubling Unchildlike Behavior: When she was three, she stabbed Jonas in the arm with a fork.
John Seaver:
Valerie Seaver:
Justin Seaver:
Annoying Younger Sibling
Expy: Of Jason Fox.
Insufferable Genius
Stephen Bernhardt:
Abusive Parents: Although he’s not as bad as his wife, he almost never speaks out against her abusive behavior and treats his children like Ungrateful Bastards if they disagree with him.
Pet the Dog: Gave Adrian a used car for his 17th birthday and helped him fix it and upgrade it into a sleeper car.
Self-Made Man: As he’ll often remind his children during his lectures.
Deborah Bernhardt:
Abusive Parents: Treats Adrian as a Trophy Child while verbally and emotionally abusing him and Kiera if they disagree with her, even over trivial things.
Adrian Bernhardt:
Badass Bookworm
Big Brother Instinct: Fiercely protective of his little sister Kiera.
Broken Ace
Deadpan Snarker
Death Glare: The so-called “Adrian Stare”.
Does Not Like Spam: Radishes.
Genius Bruiser: A computer wizard who also happens to be a skilled judoka.
Hates Their Parent: Specifically, his mother Deborah, for verbally and emotionally abusing him and Kiera and treating him as a Trophy Child.
Heavy Sleeper
Huge Guy, Tiny Girl: Huge Guy to Karin's Tiny Girl.
Iconic Item: His blue bandana.
Icy Gray Eyes
Jerk with a Heart of Gold
Morality Pet: Kiera and Karin.
Not a Morning Person
Occidental Otaku
Perpetual Frowner
Real Men Wear Pink: Very much a Manly Man, but has long hair, takes pride in his androgynous good looks, and took ballet lessons as a kid.
Reformed Bully
Spoiled Sweet: For a given value of “sweet”, anyway.
Stoic Woobie
Sugar-and-Ice Personality
The Cynic
Trophy Child
Unkempt Beauty
Used to Be a Sweet Kid
What a Piece of Junk: His prized Subaru Legacy sleeper car, Alcyone.
Jacob Kellerman:
Esther Kellerman:
Jewish Mother
Zach Kellerman:
Lovable Jock
Edward Ramsey:
Kindly Vet
Robert Urquhart:
Kathleen Urquhart:
Michael Levy:
Good Stepfather
Marissa Anderson:
Good Stepmother
Hospital Hottie: A registered nurse, and very attractive.
Everett Chapman:
Minority Police Officer: An African-American police officer.
Mary Chapman:
Zoe Chapman:
Extracurricular Enthusiast
Shea Renfrew:
Expy: An older version of Shingo Tsukino.
Mature Younger Sibling: To Lydia.
Seth Rockwell:
Evan Rockwell:
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Manly Man to Tyler's Sensitive Guy.
Tyler Rockwell:
Sensitive Guy and Manly Man: Sensitive Guy to Evan's Manly Man.
Emily Gardner:
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: A very feminine girl who takes ballet lessons, but is also the striker on the middle school soccer team.
Saige Taggart:
Bespectacled Cutie
Genki Girl
Alana Taggart:
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Karin Michaux:
Bifauxnen
Cool Big Sis: To Kiera.
Delicate and Sickly
Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak: See Hidden Depths, below.
Granola Girl: Allthough unlike most examples, she isn't a strict vegetarian - she doesn't eat red meat because she doesn't like the taste or texture, but she has been seen eating fish and poultry on occasion.
Hidden Depths: Despite her generally gentle and nurturing nature, she’s also a skilled fencer.
Huge Guy, Tiny Girl: Tiny Girl to Adrian's Huge Guy.
Kindhearted Cat Lover: Has a pet Manx cat named Lady Avalon who she loves to bits, and an affinity for cats in general.
Missing Mom: Her mother died six years before the events of the series.
Occidental Otaku: In particular, she and Zane co-founded the Foxwood High anime club.
Older Than They Look: In college, but has been mistaken for a high school student at least once.
Photographic Memory
Victorious Childhood Friend: To Adrian.
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A Lighter Shade of Black: Mark and especially Connor are both Jerkasses, but they're nowhere near as bad as Nick and Jared.
Alliterative Family: The Beaumont siblings are named Joel, Jessica, and Jadyn.
Kyle Levy's deceased mother and sister were named Kellene and Kendra, respectively, although it's averted with his father Michael.
Amicable Exes: Jonas’ parents, at least to a degree.
Animesque
Beta Couple: Brad and Caitlyn become this for Jonas and Kiera.
Birds of a Feather: Brad and Caitlyn turn out to be this.
Birthday Buddies: Courtney Anderson and Jadyn Beaumont, both born on May 19.
Bisexual Love Triangle: Connor Urquhart has a crush on fellow Goth Christi Wong, but is also strongly implied to be mutually attracted to his best friend Mark Seaver.
Blonde, Brunette, Redhead: Chloe, Kiera, and Alicia, respectively.
The cheerleaders Jessica, Nina, and Ashley also qualify.
Boke and Tsukkomi Routine: Jonas and Brad sometimes fall into this dynamic.
Bonding Over Dislikes: Logan and Christi first bonded over their shared dislike of "Relena Piece-of-Crap".
Mark and Connor first met at a ski lodge, where they bonded over a shared dislike of skiing.
Cracks In The Icy Facade: Connor is introduced as a cold, aloof Jerkass, but in an early episode, he helps an injured Courtney to the nurse's office and makes sure she's all right.
Dramedy
Dysfunctional Family: The Bernhardts, and really most families in this series in their own ways.
Ensemble Cast: Despite the series being named after Jonas, the core six (Jonas, Brad, Chloe, Kiera, Nate, and Alicia) all get roughly equal focus, and other characters also sometimes get A Day in the Limelight.
Feminine Mother, Tomboyish Daughter: Valerie and Chloe Seaver.
Five-Bad Band: Mark’s gang, initially. Can also be a Five-Man Band in episodes focusing on them.
The Big Bad: Mark Seaver (although he is, at worst, Affably Evil)
The Dragon: Nick Murphy
The Brute: Jared Murphy (of the Genius Bruiser type)
The Evil Genius: Connor Urquhart
Token Good Teammate: Lauren Reinholt
Kid-of-Heel Character: Jadyn Beaumont
Five-Man Band:
The Leader: Jonas Corbin
The Lancer: Brad Thompson
The Big Guy: Chloe Seaver (ironically, the shortest in the group)
The Smart Guy: Nate Kellerman
The Heart: Kiera Bernhardt
Sixth Ranger: Alicia Ramsey
Flirty Stepsiblings: Kyle Levy and Courtney Anderson, although most of the flirtation comes from Courtney.
Foolish Sibling, Responsible Sibling: Lydia and Shea Renfrew, respectively.
Gender-Equal Ensemble: The core six is composed of three boys (Jonas, Brad, and Nate) and three girls (Chloe, Kiera, and Alicia).
Headbutt of Love: Lydia does this to Morgan this a few times after they start dating.
Heel-Face Turn: After his failed suicide attempt and subsequent coma in season 2, Connor turns over a new leaf and goes from a gloomy, cynical Jerkass to a gloomy, cynical Jerk with a Heart of Gold.
I Call It "Vera": Adrian calls his car "Alcyone". It should be noticed that everyone in-universe thinks this is a terrible name… even Kiera, who normally worships the ground her big brother walks on.
Incest Subtext: Connor is implied, and eventually confirmed, to be attracted to his younger sister Morgan. This is part of why he hates himself, and why he's so cruel to her.
On the subject of Connor, Kiera has a crush on him because he gives off the same "vibes" as her brother. Take that as you will.
Intergenerational Friendship: Jonas forms one with Mr. Starovski, and Principal Mazlish to a lesser extent.
Jock Dad, Nerd Son: Jacob and Nate Kellerman.
Monster Brother, Cutie Sister: Connor and Morgan, and Adrian and Kiera to a lesser extent. It's worth noting that unlike most examples of this trope, Connor and Adrian are both very handsome.
Nice, Mean, and In-Between: For the boys, Nice Jewish Boy Nate Kellerman (nice), egotistical, mischievous Deadpan Snarker Jonas Corbin (mean), and Gentle Giant Lovable Jock Brad Thompson, who still isn't afraid to tell it like it is (in-between). For the girls, kind-hearted Animal Lover Alicia Ramsey (nice), Jerk with a Heart of Gold Chloe Seaver (mean), and gentle, but sometimes snarky, Team Mom Kiera Bernhardt (in-between).
The Anderson-Levy siblings also qualify, with sensitive literary-magazine editor Thom being the Nice, Jerk Jock Kyle being the Mean, and Courtney, who sometimes acts as a mediator between her older brothers and sometimes plays them against each other to watch the fireworks, being the In-Between.
Noodle Incident: Something that happened to the core six (minus Alicia) in eighth-grade science lab, which they have vowed never to talk about.
Not So Above It All: Although they're usually the voices of reason, Nate and especially Kiera both have their moments of this.
Odd Friendship: Jerk Jock with a Heart of Gold Mark Seaver and effeminate Goth boy Connor Urquhart.
One Degree of Separation: Most of the characters are linked to each other in a complex web of relationships.
Practically Different Generations: Jonas is ten years older than his half-sister Samantha, and Hannah Brooks is thirteen years older than her half-sister Renee.
Production Nickname: The Bernhardt siblings each have one. Kiera is "The Brocon Lacrosse Girl," due to her brother complex and passion for lacrosse, and Adrian is "The Anti-Fraggle" because he's tall, grim, and hates radishes, unlike the small, jolly, radish-loving Fraggles.
Red Oni, Blue Oni: Jared and Nick Murphy, respectively, with Mark Seaver as their Purple Oni.
Mark is also the Blue Oni to his sister Chloe's Red Oni, and the Red Oni to his best friend Connor's Blue Oni.
Logan is the Red Oni to most people, but the Blue Oni to his Genki Girl sister Saige.
Riddle for the Ages: How did someone as childish and irresponsible as Donna get primary custody of her son?
Why does Thom insist on spelling his name with a silent H?
Rivalry as Courtship: Chloe and Mia start out as athletic and romantic rivals, but eventually resolve it and become a couple.
Secret Diary: Connor has one which he keeps hidden in his dresser. However, it's later revealed to be not so secret to Morgan.
Shout-Out: A long-haired, drug-addicted alt guy named Connor, who has a bad reputation, a strained relationship with his sister, and a penchant for black nail polish… sound familiar?
Adrian's car has a "My Other Car Is A Gundam" frame around its license plate.
Because she doesn’t like the name Dandelion, Lauren secretly calls her family’s pet Pomeranian “Toby”.
Word of God has stated that Nate's Character Tic of tying his hair back when he's thinking is a reference to Violet's similar tic in A Series of Unfortunate Events.
Jessica Beaumont and Ashley Cournane are both named after fictional cheerleaders - Jessica Wakefield and Ashley Hammond, respectively.
Sickeningly Sweethearts: Michael Levy and Marissa Anderson.
Six-Student Clique:
The Head: Jonas Corbin
The Muscle: Brad Thompson
The Quirk: Nate Kellerman
The Pretty One: Alicia Ramsey
The Smart One: Kiera Bernhardt
The Wild One: Chloe Seaver
Slice of Life
Sliding Scale of Idealism Versus Cynicism: Falls somewhere in the middle, leaning slightly toward idealism.
The Glorious War of Sisterly Rivalry: Between Nina Chapman (The Smart One) and her older sister Zoe (The Popular One).
Theme Naming: The Urquhart siblings both have Celtic names that can be used as first or last names.
Those Two Guys: Josh Reilly and Robbie Wolfe.
¡Three Amigos!: Jonas, Brad, and Chloe, although somewhat disrupted by Chloe’s attraction to Jonas.
Town Girls: Chloe (butch), Kiera (neither), and Alicia (femme).
True Companions: The core six.
Vitriolic Best Buds: Jonas and Brad, and Kiera and Chloe to a lesser extent.
Wacky Parent, Serious Child: Donna and Jonas form a rare mixed-gender example.
White-and-Grey Morality: Jonas' relationship with Principal Mazlish applies, with the former being straight-up chaotic good and the latter being, at worst, lawful neutral.
World of Snark
Some tropes I want to include:
A Day in the Limelight
Amateur Film-Making Plot
“Anger Is Healthy” Aesop
Aw, Look! They Really Do Love Each Other
Both Sides Have a Point
Brick Joke
Call-Back
Chain of Deals
Continuity Porn
Couch Gag
Did They or Didn't They?
Dumbass Has a Point / Jerkass Has a Point
Enemy Mine
Enmity with an Object
Evolving Credits
Fade to White: How the series ends, signifying Jonas' "ascent" into the world after high school.
Fair Play Whodunit: Maybe a spotlight episode for Josh and Robbie.
Ferris Wheel Date Moment: At first I wasn't sure this would work with Kiera's fear of heights, but I found out from the trope page that it's actually common for the girl to be acrophobic, so… ^_^
Flashback B-Plot
Flippant Forgiveness
Friendly Enemy / Reformed, but Not Tamed: This would eventually apply to the Murphy brothers.
Funny Background Event
Hard Truth Aesop: Abusive parents are still complex humans like everyone else.
Intergenerational Friendship
Joke and Receive
Leitmotif
Magic Realism
Maybe Magic, Maybe Mundane
Mundane Made Awesome
Musical Episode: Also A Day in the Limelight episode for Mark and Connor, in which they form a band with Jared (lead guitar), Morgan (vocals), Alicia (keyboard), and maybe Christi (rhythm guitar).
Not Quite the Right Thing
Not So Above It All
Out-of-Character Alert
Parents as People
"Rashomon"-Style
RPG Episode
Saved by the Awesome
Shown Their Work
Something Only They Would Say
Spoof Aesop
Stealth Pun
Strange Minds Think Alike
Stylistic Suck
The Greatest Story Never Told
Thinks of Something Smart, Says Something Stupid
Unusual Euphemism
Vignette Episode
"What Do They Fear?" Episode: For Brad's arachnophobia, Kiera's acrophobia, Mark's claustrophobia, Connor's gephyrophobia, and/or Morgan's coulrophobia.
What You Are in the Dark
“Where Are They Now?” Epilogue
Whole Plot Reference
You All Share My Story
Tropes to avert:
A Weighty Aesop: And in the unlikely event that I were to do an episode with one, it would emphasize moderation rather than abstinence.
Anvilicious: Any and all morals should be as subtle as the B in the word "subtle," except for spoof morals.
Character Shilling
Diet Episode: See A Weighty Aesop, above.
Girls vs. Boys Plot
Hate Sink
Kids Shouldn’t Watch Horror Films
Limited Wardrobe
New Technology Is Evil
Pair the Spares
Real Men Have Short Hair: As a direct Take That! aimed at this trope, Jonas' hair gets slightly longer with each season as he matures, although the two factors are otherwise unrelated, and it's never mentioned in-universe.
Shipper on Deck
Social Media Is Bad
Strangled by the Red String
Teens Are Monsters
The Friend Nobody Likes
Where the Hell Is Springfield?: Foxwood is located somewhere in the Seacoast region of New Hampshire.
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ANIME-PLANET TAGS
Jonas CORBIN
Male, Blonde Hair
Tags: Big Ego, Bisexual, Charismatic, High School Student, Lazy, LGBT+, Mischievous, Otaku, Teenager, Video Gamer, Writer
Brad THOMPSON
Male, Brown Hair
Tags: Athlete, Baseball Player, Basketball Player, Football Player, Freckles, High School Student, Teenager
Chloe SEAVER
Female, White Hair
Tags: Athlete, Big Eater, Big Ego, High School Student, Hot-Headed, Mischievous, Otaku, Small Stature, Soccer Player, Sweet Tooth, Teenager, Tomboy, Track and Fielder, Tsundere
Kiera BERNHARDT
Female, Black Hair
Tags: Artist, Athlete, Braids, Brother Complex, Cook, High School Student, Otaku, School Idol, Sleepyhead, Teenager, Video Gamer, Wealthy
Nate KELLERMAN
Male, Brown Hair
Tags: Analytical, Bookworm, Glasses, High School Student, Ponytail, Shy, Sweet Tooth, Teenager, Video Gamer, Wealthy
Alicia RAMSEY
Female, Red Hair
Tags: Animal Lover, Blinding Bangs, Clumsy, Dandere, High School Student, Musician, Pervert, Pianist, Shy, Teenager
Mark SEAVER
Male, Blonde Hair
Tags: Athlete, Baseball Player, Basketball Player, Big Eater, Big Ego, Bully, Drummer, Flirt, High School Student, Musician, Otaku, Soccer Player, Team Captain, Teenager
Connor URQUHART
Male, Multicolored Hair
Tags: Animal Lover, Bassist, Bisexual, Choker, High School Student, Kuudere, LGBT+, Musician, Piercings, Sister Complex, Smoker, Teenager, Wealthy
Morgan URQUHART
Female, Orange Hair
Tags: Athlete, Band Member, High School Student, Lesbian, LGBT+, Musician, Singer, Teenager, Video Gamer, Wealthy
Sarah REINHOLT
Female, Blonde Hair
Tags: Band Member, Dancer, Eternal Optimist, High School Student, Singer, Teenager, Wealthy
Lauren REINHOLT
Female, White Hair
Tags: Athlete, Baseball Player, Basketball Player, Hair Antenna, Hair Buns, High School Student, Lesbian, LGBT+, Otaku, Teenager, Wealthy
Jessica BEAUMONT
Female, Blonde Hair
Tags: Big Ego, Cheerleader, High School Student, Ponytail, Teenager
Thom ANDERSON
Male, Blonde Hair
Tags: Bookworm, Editor, Glasses, High School Student, Otaku, Teenager, Video Gamer, Wealthy
Kyle LEVY
Male, Black Hair
Tags: Athlete, Basketball Player, High School Student, Ponytail, Soccer Player, Teenager, Wealthy
Courtney ANDERSON
Female, Brown Hair
Tags: Athlete, Birthmark/Mole, Flirt, Gymnast, High School Student, Mischievous, Photographer, Ponytail, Teenager, Wealthy
Nick MURPHY
Male, Brown Hair
Tags: Athlete, Basketball Player, Bully, Buzz Cut, Facial Hair, Football Player, High School Student, Teenager
Jared MURPHY
Male, Brown Hair
Tags: Athlete, Basketball Player, Bully, Facial Hair, Guitarist, High School Student, Hot-Headed, Musician, Teenager
Zane KESSLER
Male, Blonde Hair
Tags: Club President, Facial Hair, High School Student, Otaku, Teenager, Video Gamer
Jasmine KESSLER
Female, Red Hair
Tags: Athlete, Basketball Player, Eternal Optimist, Freckles, High School Student, Teenager, Video Gamer
Nina CHAPMAN
Female, Black Hair
Tags: Braids, Cheerleader, Dark-skinned, High School Student, Teenager
Ashley COURNANE
Female, Red Hair
Tags: Bisexual, Cheerleader, High School Student, LGBT+, Teenager
Malcolm STONE
Male, None Hair
Tags: Abnormally Tall, Athlete, Bald, Baseball Player, Basketball Player, Dark-skinned, Football Player, High School Student, Stoic, Team Captain, Teenager
Mia THOMPSON
Female, Brown Hair
Tags: Athlete, Braids, Freckles, High School Student, Soccer Player, Stalker, Teenager, Tomboy
Lydia RENFREW
Female, Brown Hair
Tags: Athlete, Bisexual, High School Student, LGBT+, Teenager
Katrina ROCKWELL
Female, Blonde Hair
Tags: Athlete, Baker, Baseball Player, Basketball Player, High School Student, Ponytail, Soccer Player, Student Council, Teenager, Tomboy
Peter GARDNER
Male, Black Hair
Tags: Athlete, Band Member, Baseball Player, Cellist, Football Player, High School Student, Hot-Headed, Musician, Teenager
Colin GARDNER
Male, Brown Hair
Tags: Athlete, Baseball Player, Basketball Player, Board Game Player, High School Student, Soccer Player, Teenager
Jadyn BEAUMONT
Female, Blonde Hair
Tags: Athlete, Baseball Player, Hat, High School Student, Lazy, Mischievous, Teenager, Tomboy
Josh REILLY
Male, Black Hair
Tags: Afro, Dark-skinned, Flirt, High School Student, Teenager
Robbie WOLFE
Male, Blonde Hair
Tags: Athlete, High School Student, Teenager, Track and Fielder, Wealthy
Drake LEVINE
Male, Multicolored Hair
Tags: Athlete, Band Member, Basketball Player, Big Ego, Football Player, High School Student, Musician, Sickly, Team Captain, Teenager, Track and Fielder
Christi WONG
Female, Multicolored Hair
Tags: Artist, Band Member, Fujoshi, Guitarist, High School Student, Otaku, Piercings, Singer, Teenager
Aisha CUMMINGS
Female, Black Hair
Tags: Athlete, Basketball Player, Board Game Player, Braids, Dark-skinned, High School Student, Teenager
Caitlyn LAROUCHE Female, Red Hair
Tags: Athlete, High School Student, Ponytail, Team Captain, Teenager
Shana LEVINE
Female, Brown Hair
Tags: Cheerleader, High School Student, Teenager
Lisa WONG
Female, Black Hair
Tags: Bisexual, Glasses, High School Student, LGBT+, Musician, Shy, Sister Complex, Teenager, Violinist
Dan THERRIAN
Male, Brown Hair
Tags: Bowl Cut, Eternal Optimist, Glasses, High School Student, Martial Artist, Small Stature, Teenager
Rachel MIZRAHI
Female, Brown Hair
Tags: Athlete, Basketball Player, Dancer, Eternal Optimist, Flirt, High School Student, Teenager
Logan TAGGART
Male, Black Hair
Tags: Animal Lover, Artist, Bisexual, Bookworm, Facial Hair, Fudanshi, Glasses, High School Student, Hot-Headed, Lazy, LGBT+, Otaku, Shy, Teenager, Video Gamer
Judd TAGGART
Male, Blue Hair
Tags: Athlete, Anti-Gravity Hair, Bassist, High School Student, Musician, Teenager, Track and Fielder
Hannah BROOKS
Female, Multicolored Hair
Tags: Athlete, Baseball Player, Basketball Player, High School Student, Team Captain, Teenager, Tomboy
Maddie BURKE Female, Orange Hair
Tags: Athlete, Bookworm, Glasses, Tennis Player
Alexis RYDER
Female, Blonde Hair
Tags: Braids, Cheerleader, Delinquent, High School Student, Teenager
Adrian BERNHARDT
Male, Brown Hair
Tags: Analytical, Bisexual, Bookworm, Headband, Kuudere, LGBT+, Martial Artist, Otaku, Piercings, Sleepyhead, Teenager, University Student, Video Gamer, Wealthy
Karin MICHAUX
Female, Multicolored Hair
Tags: Animal Lover, Artist, Bifauxnen, Bisexual, Fujoshi, LGBT+, Otaku, Photographic Memory, Piercings, Sickly, Sword Fighter, Tattoo, Teenager, University Student, Video Gamer, Wealthy
General tags: Breaking the Fourth Wall, Bullying, Comedy, Coming of Age, Dark Comedy, Divorce, Drama, Dysfunctional Families, Emotional Abuse, LGBT Themes, Love Triangle, Mature Themes, Original Work, Romance, School Life, Seinen, Slice of Life, Tsundere
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CHARACTER RELATIONS
JONAS CORBIN
Best friend of Brad Thompson.
Friend of Chloe Seaver.
Friend of Kiera Bernhardt.
Friend of Nate Kellerman.
Friend of Mark Seaver.
Neighbor of Mark Seaver.
Neighbor of Chloe Seaver.
Neighbor of Justin Seaver.
Neighbor of Logan Taggart.
Neighbor of Judd Taggart.
Neighbor of Saige Taggart.
Neighbor of Alana Taggart.
Son of Richard Corbin.
Son of Donna Corbin.
Stepson of Monica Corbin.
Older half-brother of Samantha Corbin.
Crush on Kiera Bernhardt.
BRAD THOMPSON
Best friend of Jonas Corbin.
Friend of Chloe Seaver.
Friend of Nate Kellerman.
Friend of Drake Levine.
Son of Brian Thompson.
Son of Dorothy Thompson.
Older brother of Mia Thompson.
Crush on Caitlyn Larouche.
Rival of Drake Levine.
CHLOE SEAVER
Best friend of Kiera Bernhardt.
Friend of Jonas Corbin.
Friend of Brad Thompson.
Friend of Alicia Ramsey.
Friend of Morgan Urquhart.
Friend of Katrina Rockwell.
Neighbor of Jonas Corbin.
Daughter of John Seaver.
Daughter of Valerie Seaver.
Younger sister of Mark Seaver.
Older sister of Justin Seaver.
Crush on Jonas Corbin.
Rival of Mia Thompson.
KIERA BERNHARDT
Best friend of Chloe Seaver.
Friend of Alicia Ramsey.
Friend of Jonas Corbin.
Friend of Lydia Renfrew.
Family friend of Robbie Wolfe.
Daughter of Stephen Bernhardt.
Daughter of Deborah Bernhardt.
Younger sister of Adrian Bernhardt.
Niece of Naomi Farrell.
Honorary younger sister of Karin Michaux.
Crush on Connor Urquhart.
NATE KELLERMAN
Friend of Jonas Corbin.
Friend of Brad Thompson.
Friend of Alicia Ramsey.
Son of Jacob Kellerman.
Son of Esther Kellerman.
Older brother of Zach Kellerman.
Crush on Chloe Seaver.
ALICIA RAMSEY
Friend of Kiera Bernhardt.
Friend of Chloe Seaver.
Friend of Nate Kellerman.
Daughter of Edward Ramsey.
Crush on Nate Kellerman.
MARK SEAVER
Best friend of Connor Urquhart.
Friend of Lauren Reinholt.
Friend of Jessica Beaumont.
Friend of Malcolm Stone.
Friend of Jonas Corbin.
Friend of Judd Taggart.
Frenemy of Nick Murphy.
Frenemy of Jared Murphy.
Neighbor of Jonas Corbin.
Son of John Seaver.
Son of Valerie Seaver.
Older brother of Chloe Seaver.
Older brother of Justin Seaver.
Crush on Lauren Reinholt.
Possible boyfriend of Connor Urquhart?
CONNOR URQUHART
Best friend of Mark Seaver.
Son of Robert Urquhart.
Son of Kathleen Urquhart.,
Older brother of Morgan Urquhart.
Crush on Christi Wong.
Possible boyfriend of Mark Seaver?
MORGAN URQUHART
Best friend of Sarah Reinholt.
Friend of Lauren Reinholt.
Friend of Chloe Seaver.
Friend of Lydia Renfrew.
Friend of Logan Taggart.
Daughter of Robert Urquhart.
Daughter of Kathleen Urquhart.
Younger sister of Connor Urquhart.
Crush on Sarah Reinholt.
SARAH REINHOLT
Best friend of Morgan Urquhart.
Friend of Logan Taggart.
Daughter of Andrew Reinholt.
Daughter of Allie Reinholt.
Younger sister of Lauren Reinholt.
Girlfriend of Zane Kessler.
LAUREN REINHOLT
Friend of Morgan Urquhart.
Friend of Jessica Beaumont.
Friend of Mark Seaver.
Friend of Logan Taggart.
Friend of Hannah Brooks.
Daughter of Andrew Reinholt.
Daughter of Allie Reinholt.
Older sister of Sarah Reinholt.
JESSICA BEAUMONT
Best friend of Nina Chapman.
Friend of Lauren Reinholt.
Friend of Ashley Cournane.
Friend of Mark Seaver.
Former best friend of Hannah Brooks.
Daughter of Paul Beaumont.
Daughter of Susan Beaumont.
Younger sister of Joel Beaumont.
Older sister of Jadyn Beaumont.
Crush on Mark Seaver.
THOM ANDERSON
Son of Thomas Anderson, Sr.
Son of Marissa Anderson.
Stepson of Michael Levy.
Older brother of Courtney Anderson.
Older stepbrother of Kyle Levy.
KYLE LEVY
Friend of Ashley Cournane.
Son of Michael Levy.
Stepson of Marissa Anderson.
Younger stepbrother of Thom Anderson.
Older stepbrother of Courtney Anderson.
Boyfriend of Nina Chapman.
COURTNEY ANDERSON
Best friend of Jadyn Beaumont.
Daughter of Thomas Anderson, Sr.
Daughter of Marissa Anderson.
Stepdaughter of Michael Levy.
Younger sister of Thom Anderson.
Younger stepsister of Kyle Levy.
Crush on Kyle Levy.
NICK MURPHY
Best friend of Jared Murphy.
Frenemy of Mark Seaver.
Son of David Murphy.
Son of Heidi Murphy.
Older brother of Jared Murphy.
Nephew of Nancy Larouche.
Cousin of Caitlyn Larouche.
JARED MURPHY
Best friend of Nick Murphy.
Frenemy of Mark Seaver.
Son of David Murphy.
Son of Heidi Murphy.
Younger brother of Nick Murphy.
Nephew of Nancy Larouche.
Cousin of Caitlyn Larouche.
ZANE KESSLER
Friend of Peter Gardner.
Friend of Colin Gardner.
Son of George Kessler.
Son of Cynthia Kessler.
Older brother of Jasmine Kessler.
Boyfriend of Sarah Reinholt.
JASMINE KESSLER
Best friend of Mia Thompson.
Daughter of George Kessler.
Daughter of Cynthia Kessler.
Younger sister of Zane Kessler.
NINA CHAPMAN
Best friend of Jessica Beaumont.
Friend of Ashley Cournane.
Daughter of Everett Chapman.
Daughter of Mary Chapman.
Younger sister of Zoe Chapman.
Girlfriend of Kyle Levy.
ASHLEY COURNANE
Best friend of Christi Wong.
Friend of Jessica Beaumont.
Friend of Nina Chapman.
Friend of Kyle Levy.
Daughter of Christopher Cournane.
Daughter of Cheryl Cournane.
MALCOLM STONE
Friend of Mark Seaver.
Son of Maxwell Stone.
Son of Tessa Stone.
MIA THOMPSON
Best friend of Jasmine Kessler.
Daughter of Brian Thompson.
Daughter of Dorothy Thompson.
Younger sister of Brad Thompson.
Crush on Jonas Corbin.
Rival of Chloe Seaver.
LYDIA RENFREW
Friend of Morgan Urquhart.
Friend of Kiera Bernhardt.
Friend of Katrina Rockwell.
Friend of Aisha Cummings.
Daughter of Landon Renfrew II.
Daughter of Melissa Renfrew.
Older sister of Shea Renfrew.
KATRINA ROCKWELL
Friend of Chloe Seaver.
Friend of Lydia Renfrew.
Friend of Aisha Cummings.
Friend of Rachel Mizrahi.
Friend of Hannah Brooks.
Friend of Maddie Burke.
Daughter of Philip Rockwell.
Daughter of Marilyn Rockwell.
Younger sister of Seth Rockwell.
Older sister of Evan Rockwell.
Older sister of Tyler Rockwell.
Girlfriend of Peter Gardner.
PETER GARDNER
Friend of Zane Kessler.
Son of Ted Gardner.
Son of Sharon Gardner.
Older brother of Colin Gardner.
Older brother of Emily Gardner.
Boyfriend of Katrina Rockwell.
COLIN GARDNER
Friend of Zane Kessler.
Friend of Aisha Cummings.
Son of Ted Gardner.
Son of Sharon Gardner.
Younger brother of Peter Gardner.
Older brother of Emily Gardner.
Crush on Morgan Urquhart.
JADYN BEAUMONT
Best friend of Courtney Anderson.
Daughter of Paul Beaumont.
Daughter of Susan Beaumont.
Younger sister of Joel Beaumont.
Younger sister of Jessica Beaumont.
Girlfriend of Judd Taggart.
JOSH REILLY
Best friend of Robbie Wolfe.
Son of Benjamin Reilly.
Son of Olivia Reilly.
ROBBIE WOLFE
Best friend of Josh Reilly.
Family friend of Kiera Bernhardt.
Son of Mick Wolfe.
Son of Alice Wolfe.
DRAKE LEVINE
Friend of Brad Thompson.
Son of Roger Levine.
Son of Carol Levine.
Older brother of Shana Levine.
Rival of Brad Thompson.
CHRISTI WONG
Best friend of Ashley Cournane.
Friend of Logan Taggart.
Daughter of Sonny Wong.
Daughter of Evelyn Wong.
Older sister of Lisa Wong.
AISHA CUMMINGS
Friend of Lydia Renfrew.
Friend of Katrina Rockwell.
Friend of Colin Gardner.
Friend of Rachel Mizrahi.
Friend of Maddie Burke.
Daughter of Randolph Cummings, Sr.
Daughter of Yvonne Cummings.
Older sister of Vanessa Cummings.
Older sister of Randy Cummings.
SHANA LEVINE
Friend of Caitlyn Larouche.
Friend of Lisa Wong.
Friend of Alexis Ryder.
Daughter of Roger Levine.
Daughter of Carol Levine.
Younger sister of Drake Levine.
CAITLYN LAROUCHE
Best friend of Lisa Wong.
Friend of Shana Levine.
Friend of Alexis Ryder.
Daughter of Nancy Larouche.
Niece of Heidi Murphy.
Niece of David Murphy.
Cousin of Nick Murphy.
Cousin of Jared Murphy.
LISA WONG
Best friend of Caitlyn Larouche.
Friend of Shana Levine.
Daughter of Sonny Wong.
Daughter of Evelyn Wong.
Younger sister of Christi Wong.
Crush on Christi Wong
RACHEL MIZRAHI
Friend of Katrina Rockwell.
Friend of Aisha Cummings.
Friend of Maddie Burke.
Daughter of Michael Mizrahi.
Daughter of Jennifer Mizrahi.
Younger sister of Dana Mizrahi.
LOGAN TAGGART
Friend of Morgan Urquhart.
Friend of Sarah Reinholt.
Friend of Lauren Reinholt.
Friend of Christi Wong.
Neighbor of Jonas Corbin.
Son of Charles Taggart.
Son of Maureen Taggart.
Older brother of Judd Taggart.
Older brother of Saige Taggart.
Older brother of Alana Taggart.
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Friend of Mark Seaver.
Neighbor of Jonas Corbin.
Son of Charles Taggart.
Son of Maureen Taggart.
Younger brother of Logan Taggart.
Older brother of Saige Taggart.
Older brother of Alana Taggart.
Boyfriend of Jadyn Beaumont.
HANNAH BROOKS
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Friend of Katrina Rockwell.
Former best friend of Jessica Beaumont.
MADDIE BURKE
Friend of Katrina Rockwell.
Friend of Aisha Cummings.
Friend of Rachel Mizrahi.
Crush on Thom Anderson.
ALEXIS RYDER
Friend of Shana Levine.
Friend of Caitlyn Larouche.
Younger sister of Colleen Ryder.
Crush on Drake Levine.
SAMANTHA CORBIN
Daughter of Richard Corbin.
Daughter of Monica Corbin.
Younger half-sister of Jonas Corbin.
JUSTIN SEAVER
Best friend of Zach Kellerman.
Neighbor of Jonas Corbin.
Son of John Seaver.
Son of Valerie Seaver.
Younger brother of Mark Seaver.
Younger brother of Chloe Seaver.
ADRIAN BERNHARDT
Son of Stephen Bernhardt.
Son of Deborah Bernhardt.
Older brother of Kiera Bernhardt.
Nephew of Naomi Farrell.
Boyfriend of Karin Michaux.
Roommate of Tristan Markham.
ZACH KELLERMAN
Best friend of Justin Seaver.
Son of Jacob Kellerman.
Son of Esther Kellerman.
Younger brother of Nate Kellerman.
JOEL BEAUMONT
Son of Paul Beaumont.
Son of Susan Beaumont.
Older brother of Jessica Beaumont.
Older brother of Jadyn Beaumont.
ZOE CHAPMAN
Daughter of Everett Chapman.
Daughter of Mary Chapman.
Older sister of Nina Chapman.
Roommate of Autumn Caldwell.
SHEA RENFREW
Friend of Evan Rockwell.
Friend of Tyler Rockwell.
Friend of Emily Gardner.
Son of Landon Renfrew II.
Son of Melissa Renfrew.
Younger brother of Lydia Renfrew.
SETH ROCKWELL
Son of Philip Rockwell.
Son of Marilyn Rockwell.
Older brother of Katrina Rockwell.
Older brother of Evan Rockwell.
Older brother of Tyler Rockwell.
EVAN ROCKWELL
Friend of Shea Renfrew.
Son of Philip Rockwell.
Son of Marilyn Rockwell.
Younger brother of Seth Rockwell.
Younger brother of Katrina Rockwell.
Older twin brother of Tyler Rockwell.
TYLER ROCKWELL
Friend of Shea Renfrew.
Son of Philip Rockwell.
Son of Marilyn Rockwell.
Younger brother of Seth Rockwell.
Younger brother of Katrina Rockwell.
Younger twin brother of Evan Rockwell.
EMILY GARDNER
Friend of Shea Renfrew.
Daughter of Ted Gardner.
Daughter of Sharon Gardner.
Younger sister of Peter Gardner.
Younger sister of Colin Gardner.
VANESSA CUMMINGS
Daughter of Randolph Cummings, Sr.
Daughter of Yvonne Cummings.
Younger sister of Aisha Cummings.
Older sister of Randy Cummings.
RANDY CUMMINGS
Son of Randolph Cummings, Sr.
Son of Yvonne Cummings.
Younger brother of Aisha Cummings.
Younger brother of Vanessa Cummings.
SAIGE TAGGART
Neighbor of Jonas Corbin.
Daughter of Charles Taggart.
Daughter of Maureen Taggart.
Younger sister of Logan Taggart.
Younger sister of Judd Taggart.
Older sister of Alana Taggart.
ALANA TAGGART
Neighbor of Jonas Corbin.
Daughter of Charles Taggart.
Daughter of Maureen Taggart.
Younger sister of Logan Taggart.
Younger sister of Judd Taggart.
Younger sister of Saige Taggart.
KARIN MICHAUX
Daughter of Alexander Michaux.
Younger sister of Natalie Michaux.
Honorary older sister of Kiera Bernhardt.
Girlfriend of Adrian Bernhardt.
Roommate of Michelle Harper.
Roommate of Alison Torres.
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Worlds biggest snoop
Soap is nosy as fuck and drags poor Gaz into his nonsense, Ghost just misses you.
Notes: fem reader! sfw mostly ,size kink if you squint, literally just me projecting onto reader, Soap is nosy, drabble! (WC:936)
Okay, it was bound to happen eventually. Simons on deployment and his poor little civilian girlfriend is left all alone in her little bookshop while he's away on base. Of course he told you before he left and, you both made sure to spend plenty of time together on dates (and in bed)
You send him off with plenty of hugs and kisses reminding him to call whenever he has time and not to forget to take care of himself. Simon would probably keep a few photos of you in his gallery in a locked album that he looks at every night before sleeping once he’s called you.
This man is so paranoid, he even changes his wallpaper. It was a photo of you holding a pie you both made together ( he stood on the side reading the instructions while you did all the work bc you were to scared he would mess with the dough, this man has lived off of mre’s and meat his ass can NOT bake) with a little ghost dough shape baked on the top. Now its just a picture of a pile of books with your glasses on the top of the stack. Easy enough to pass off as a nice photo and still something to remind him of you.
He makes sure he has no trace of you on him once he's on base. Save for the one picture he has of you both holding a big bouquet of flowers side by side, he's staring at you stare at the camera like a love sick puppy, while you're smiling so wide your eyes are shut. That's the only thing he will keep on him, if he dies on the field he wants the last thing he sees to be you. Other than that he risks nothing.
Plain clothes that don't have your smell, none of the fancy lotions you’ve forced him to use, none of the little trinkets you slip in his pocket, none of the little letters you've slipped in his bag (He saved those to read when he came back).
Nothing.
But he was bound to fuck up eventually no?
Soap was the first to get nosy. His LT was never this calm or relaxed on deployment. He rushed a little more to get to his office each night. What was even weirder is he would lock the door this time, he never locked the door.
So of course he started taking matters into his own hands. Standing behind Ghost when he was sitting down on his phone, once he even saw him scroll past the locked album. He didn't open it of course. He never opened that unless he was alone, but he scrolled past it and Soap could see the album title.
Your Initial with a heart next to it.
This is when all the bells actually went off in his head. At first he thought Ghost finally went to therapy (LMAO NO) or maybe picked up a hobby (DOUBLE NO), but heart emojis? What on Gods green earth had moved thee Ghost to using a heart emoji
Soap was sticking like glue to Simon, reluctantly he tolerated this. Except of course when 9pm rolled around and he was kicking him out of the office.
“Come on Lt, what you gettin 'rid ‘f me for? Not like yer gonna wank in the office yeah?”
“Get out”
“Aw come on can't spare ya favorite sargent a couple hours to entertain?”
Soap was whining at this point just being an annoying little shit to try and break him.
“Out”
Ghost just dragged him out by the collar like a misbehaved kitten.
Making a show of it Johnny walked down the halls wailing about how Ghost must hate him and that their friendship means nothing, while Simons just watched him tumble around dramatically wrapping his arms around Gaz.
Once he hears the click of Ghost's office door locking he instantly straightens up, face locked on like he's on a mission and arm wrapped around Gaz like iron.
Gaz the poor boy, is verily confused watching this interaction, more confused as to why Soap is dragging him to their Lt’s door.
"C’mon”
Soap hisses pressing his ear on the door motioning Kyle to do the same.
“Fuck is you doing?”
Gaz is looking as Soap like a child who's about to get a shot, lips pursed tightly, eyes narrowed up. Course Johnny just pulls him to press up too.
Price probably just walks past them mumbling some nonsense about kids these days ignoring it, the less he knows the better
The 2 stand there in silence for a good moment until they hear the classic dialing of a number and the shifting of what sounds like Ghost taking off his mask.
Then, the sound of a woman's voice?
“Well you look awfully tired”
Oh my god Lt’s calling a woman
Your voice is chirpy and bright probably since you’ve got the night shift and had enough sleep to run the shop for the night. You little chitters of how your day went and questions of concern filled the room soothing Simon's nerves of whatever he was worrying about that day.
Soap and Gaz are jaw slacked behind the door staring at each other listening to this. Lt’s bird chirping through the little phone speaker and him actually replying in full sentences in a soft warm tone they didn't know existed
The 2 scatter before the call ends giggling to each other, well Soap giggling Gaz trying to process how Lt got a girl before him
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Always Ever Only You Part 25 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: A long weekend with your parents is exactly what you needed. But when they keep asking what happened to your car and inadvertently force you to tone things down in the bedroom, you and Bradley realize you have more to discuss than just a replacement for your totaled pride and joy.
Warnings: Swearing, drinking, fluff, smut, loud sex in public, spanking
Length: 3800 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32
As soon as you and Bradley unloaded the Bronco and had your parents settled inside the Craftsman, you had the uncontrollable urge to fuck your husband. You were trying your best to listen to your mom as she opened up a bottle of wine from your refrigerator, but Bradley was standing on the other side of the island, nodding as he answered one of your dad's questions. Your husband looked hot, and it was then that you realized you hadn't had sex with him since Sunday night. Since before you found out your car was totaled. And something about the impromptu funeral he just threw for your car was making you needy.
Well. You fucked up.
"Bradley didn't have any more hotel points?" your mom asked, finally drawing your attention her way. It was almost laughable now. Bradley had made up the entire thing about the points that were about to expire last year. It was all a ploy to get them to stay at a hotel so you and he could do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted to do it, in your own home. You nearly moaned just thinking about it.
"Nope," you replied softly, reaching down some wine glasses. "No more hotel points, sorry."
"Nonsense," your mom said, waving you off. "Your house is beautiful, but you're still newlyweds. We get it."
You snorted as you sipped your wine. "Mom, it's July. We got married in November. I don't think we're considered newlyweds any longer."
"Hmm," she hummed as she drank from her glass. "Don't tell Bradley that."
When you glanced over at him, he was already looking at you, a soft blush rising in his cheeks. He looked so damn good, shaking his head slightly like he was annoyed you weren't alone, but still smiling like he couldn't believe you were his.
"That man adores you," your mom added, inspecting the label on the bottle of wine. "Make sure you let him know you adore him, too."
An hour later, after your parents had retired to the spare bedroom, you had Bradley's cock buried deep inside you with his hand covering your mouth and his voice in your ear. "Do you regret it yet?" came his harsh whisper.
Your legs were already shaking as he fucked you from behind, standing up just inside your bedroom with the door closed. You tried to nod as you grasped the dresser and the wall for support. Neither of you had even been able to take the time to get undressed; you just needed it that badly.
"Yeah, well you should, Baby Girl. Oughta be filled with nothing but regret and my cum."
You tried to moan his name against his hand, but it came out soft and muffled just like he intended as he slammed into you. He knew better than to trust you if he removed his hand, so he kept it right there, pressed tight to your mouth to the point it was almost painful.
"Next time they visit, they stay at a hotel unless we finish the attic," he grunted as his free hand found your clit. "You look fucking perfect in this little dress, and I'd have had you in the kitchen if they weren't here."
Then his lips found your neck, sucking hard as he fucked you until his thrusts became even more demanding. Your fingers quivered as you held onto the dresser for dear life as he managed to hit just the right spot inside at the same time his rough fingers pinched your clit.
Your orgasm left you shaking as you bit Bradley's palm so hard, he shoved two fingers in your mouth instead. "Fuck," he growled quietly. "Oh, fuck." Then his steady tempo gave way to short strokes and his lips came softly to your ear. "I love you."
He filled you up so well, your dress and thighs were a mess afterwards, and you had to waddle into the bathroom so you didn't drip onto the floor. "Oh my god, Roo," you gasped as you finally took the time to pull your dress off to get yourself cleaned up. He walked in to turn the shower on with his shirt balled up in one hand, and then he smirked as his cum dripped down your legs.
"Just to be clear, I love your parents. I love when we get to visit with them. I love having them here. But I also love fucking you, and you and I both know you can't keep quiet."
You slipped past him and into the shower. "I know what you want me to say."
"Then just say it, Sweetheart."
You rolled your eyes. "You were right about the hotel. But I was trying to save money for the car."
He wrenched his jeans and underwear off as he joined you in the shower immediately backing you up against the tile wall making you thrum with need all over again. With his left forearm leaning against the wall, he tipped your chin up with his right hand and pressed his body against yours. He could have been intimidating if you weren't so in love with him and also outrageously turned on.
"Money is not an issue, okay?" he asked, his voice nothing but a deep rumble. "It's never going to be an issue. Pick out the car of your dreams, and it's yours. We will figure out the rest as we go."
You whimpered, "Okay, Daddy." Then you were moaning into his mouth.
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The next morning, Bradley felt a little bad about leaving you without a car, but Nat offered to stop by and pick you and your mom up for brunch. He also felt a little bad about how Bob got booted out of the golf foursome so your dad could join in.
Your dad was sipping a travel mug of coffee on the way to the golf course when he suddenly asked, "How did her car get totaled anyway?"
Bradley almost swerved off the road as he scrambled to point out the window at essentially nothing special as he said, "Did you see that?!"
"What?!" he asked in response, turning to look back.
Bradley swallowed hard and said, "Oh, nevermind. So, uh, how often have you been golfing this summer? Because I'm anticipating being pretty terrible myself. I haven't been out in months."
"Oh, well I told you about Jerry, right?" he asked in response, and Bradley knew he had your father safely distracted as he talked about his golf buddy that he'd known since college for the rest of the drive.
But the next issue arose when they actually made it to the golf cart and Jake started liberally handing out hard seltzers. "Oh, I've never had one of these," your dad told him.
"They're great," Javy promised, patting him on the back with a grin.
Bradley already had to share his clubs with your dad, but when he was tipsy by the ninth hole, Bradley had become his glorified caddy. When he looked at one of the cans, he realized why the three of them were laughing so much. These things had 12% alcohol by volume.
"Jesus Christ," Bradley muttered, considering texting you for help, but you were probably out with your mom and Nat right now. And he was supposed to have your dad home by four for a beach cookout and fourth of July fireworks.
"So why don't you tell us what you really think of your son-in-law, sir?" Jake drawled obnoxiously as he grinned back at Bradley. It was a shame Bob got the boot instead of Jake or Javy who currently couldn't find his golf ball even though it was on the green right in front of him.
"Bradley?" your dad asked as if Bradley wasn't standing ten feet behind him. "He's great! Love the guy! Although I have the sneaking suspicion that he was the one who totaled my little girl's car. She just loved that ugly thing, you know?"
"Oh yes, sir," Jake replied. "I've seen that car many times, and it truly was nothing to look at. But what would you say if I told you I know exactly what happened to it?"
"Hangman," Bradley barked. "Tee off. Let's get a move on."
You dad didn't even seem to notice anything was off as he cracked open another seltzer and said, "Oh, there you are, Bradley. Have you tried one of these drinks? They are absolutely delicious."
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You and your mom stood side by side on the front porch after lunch when Bradley got back home with your dad. He'd texted you to give you a heads up about the hard seltzers, but you were still surprised when he had to help your father out of the Bronco. He was completely drunk and wearing Javy's New Orleans Saints hat while he laughed hysterically.
"Oh... shit," your mom said, and she started laughing, too. "Bradley must have had a fun time today."
You had to hold your own giggles at bay as you watched your husband try to wrangle your dad who was now walking to check if there was anything in your mailbox.
"Mom, he's a mess!"
"Just think, if we move to San Diego, your dad can ruin Bradley's golf outings all the time."
You snorted. There had been some discussion earlier about your parents potentially selling the house in Maryland and making the move to be closer to you. It was all still hypothetical, but you loved the idea of having them nearby. However now you weren't so sure Bradley would share your sentiment.
"No, no, this way, Dad," he was saying, trying to coax your father up to the porch.
"How many did he drink?" you asked as your dad awkwardly patted your mom on the head before walking inside and collapsing onto the couch with Tramp licking his face.
"Not that many?" Bradley replied, running his hands over his face. "I'm sorry, but Jake and Javy were a nightmare, too. I had to drop them both off, because there was no way they could drive. And now we'll be late for this neighborhood beach cookout."
"It's okay," you told him, wrapping your arms around his waist while your mom went to get your dad some water. "You got everyone home safely. It's so fucking hot when you're responsible." You kissed the scars on his neck and added, "We could always just make dinner here and watch the fireworks from the back patio?"
The way he sighed in relief let you know that he thought that sounded like a better idea. "Only if that's what you want to do."
"That's exactly what I want to do," you promised him.
When you turned to walk away, he caught your hand and asked, "Did you give any more thought to what kind of car you want? I didn't like leaving you without one today."
You just shrugged; it still made you completely and utterly sad inside to think about it. You couldn't even imagine anything else parked in the driveway next to the Bronco. "No," you whispered. "Let's talk about it more next week? After they go back to Maryland?"
He nodded. "Serious conversations will include your car and some home renovations."
You looked from him to the couch where your dad was currently snoring and then back to him again. There was no escaping your parents at the moment. "Add San Diego real estate to the list, Roo," you told him with a peck on his cheek as you went in search of what you could make for dinner.
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Sunday afternoon was bright and gorgeously sunny. It was the perfect day for a baseball game. Bradley was nursing a beer at Petco Park while he held your hand, occasionally leaning closer to you so he could converse with your parents who were sitting on your other side. But every time he did so, it got a little harder for him to sit there and behave; you smelled so sweet, and you looked sinful in that shirt. Bradley could only think about the second date he took you on where you and he ended up on the Kiss Cam.
"I was wondering," your mom mused between innings, "how the car got totaled. Who was driving it?"
Bradley shook his mostly empty beer can and jumped to his feet, absolutely unwilling yet again to discuss the truth with your parents. "I am so thirsty," he announced, pretending he hadn't even heard her as you looked up at him with panic in your eyes. "Anyone else need a drink?"
"I'll take a beer," your dad said, eyes glued to the game as the bottom of the inning started.
"Absolutely," Bradley replied, silently shocked the man was still drinking today after his hard seltzer incident the day before. There was a beer vendor down at the bottom of the stairs, and Bradley hightailed it in his direction.
He bought two and turned to look back at you. Christ almighty, he was so fucking horny right now. He'd been in the mood for bed rattling sex, the kind where your voice was hoarse from screaming his name. Last night you fell asleep before he even finished cleaning the kitchen and joined you in bed, and he didn't want to wake you just to clamp his hand over your mouth again.
"Sir?" the beer vendor asked, trying to hand him the cans.
"Thanks," Bradley grunted, taking two steps at a time to get back to his seat. He could wait for the loud stuff since your parents would only be here for a little while longer. As he settled in next to you, he passed one beer to your dad and pecked you on the cheek. "Dad, you're supposed to be on a diet," you reminded your father while he ordered two more hot dogs from a different vendor.
"Aww, let him have some fun," Bradley said. "He's on vacation."
You rolled your eyes at him, probably annoyed that he ditched you to answer your parents' never ending attempts at learning exactly what became of your little shit mobile. "You're not helping, Roo."
Your mom just shook her head. "Your father has no self discipline. I'm referring to the junk food as well as yesterday's seltzers."
Bradley leaned in close to your ear and kissed you before whispering. "Is that where you get it from, Baby Girl?"
You quickly turned toward his smirking face. "I have plenty of self discipline," you told him defiantly. "Except when it comes to one thing." You let your hand drift up his thigh slowly as you turned toward the baseball game, feigning interest in the player up to bat. And then you gently palmed Bradley's cock through his jeans and squeezed.
He grunted, but he didn't move your hand away. Rather, he said probably loud enough for your parents to hear, "Do I need to discipline you right now?" It was honestly a wonder they hadn't pieced together what really happened to your car.
Bradley bit back a moan as your lips connected with his earlobe, and you whispered, "I need it." That's exactly how the two of you ended up in the family bathroom, with your jeans and panties pushed down around your thighs and your hands planted on your knees.
"You can't keep your hands to yourself in public, can you?" Bradley asked, rubbing his large palm along your ass and down to tease your pussy with his fingers before spanking you hard.
"No, Daddy," you whined, wiggling your butt back toward him for some more.
He spanked you again. "What's your punishment for grabbing my cock in front of your parents?"
You moaned so loudly, the sound echoed off the tiled walls. "Spanking," you answered, but it really wasn't a punishment at all. He knew it. You knew it, too.
As his palm connected with your gorgeous ass over and over, you didn't even try to keep quiet. Bradley let you be as loud as you wanted here since you couldn't scream his name at the house with your parents there.
"You are doing so well, Baby Girl. You ready for me to fuck you now?"
"Pease, Daddy!" you nearly shouted, and then he was inside you.
He wasn't going slow or trying to make you feel good, he was just fucking you hard and fast. Which was definitely working for you, based on the sounds you were making.
"You're always so fucking wet for me," he growled, hands wrapped tight around your hips. The slapping sounds of skin on skin filled the small space, along with his panting and your whimpers.
"I need it, Daddy," you gasped, voice getting higher as he felt the first squeeze of your pussy around his cock.
He grabbed your waist tighter to keep you steady as he said, "I'm going to fill you up. Fuck you full of my cum. And you'll keep it inside you for the rest of the day." His palm landed on your ass one more time, and then you were spiraling into your own orgasm as he came in your pussy.
A moment later, he watched his semen soak through your lace panties and drip down to the inside of your jeans as you pulled them up. "Oh my god, I love you," Bradley groaned as you opened the door. The line of unamused people waiting for the restroom had you and Bradley laughing as he wrapped his arm around you.
"That was fun, Roo," you said with a grin, placing a kiss on his neck. "I really learned my lesson, too."
"No, you didn't," he whispered, squeezing your waist and making you giggle as he led you back to the seats. "You're a brat, Sweetheart."
But now he was thinking about how badly he wanted this to be the one that took. He'd spend the rest of his life talking about how he knocked up his wife at a Padres game, but he knew it probably wasn't possible. While he tried his best not to think about it too much, he knew vaguely when your cycle would be starting.
He pulled you a little closer to his side and kissed your forehead. It didn't matter though. He wouldn't trade this feeling or his smiling wife for anything else in the world.
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You were always in tears when it was time to say goodbye to your parents. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted them to sell your childhood home and move to California, but you thought you'd better wait a few days before really discussing it more with Bradley.
Before you met him, he'd been on his own for so long, you were beginning to think he struggled a bit with sharing his space, which was kind of a revelation since he had never been that way with you. He had welcomed you to move into his home with him almost as soon as he purchased it, and you only saw a few glimpses of frustration from him in those early days. Bradley had an ease about him that made you feel comfortable, but you still knew he'd never truly opened himself up to a woman before you, and that included his living space. The fact that he loved and accomodated your parents as much as they did for him was important to you.
He unloaded the luggage from the back of the Bronco while you hugged your dad and then your mom on the sidewalk outside of the departures door for the airline. "I'll let you know if I'm coming to Annapolis for work in a few weeks," you whispered as your mom kissed your cheek.
"We can try to have dinner together one night," she replied. You watched your dad shaking hands with your husband before he pulled your dad in for a hug.
"That sounds nice," you told her as tears blurred your vision. You'd been crying so much recently, feeling overly emotional about your car and spending a ton of money on something that you didn't deem necessary. But these tears were the welcome kind. Your heart felt full of love instead of disappointment.
As your parents disappeared through the sliding doors, Bradley wrapped his arms around you from behind, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. "It's kind of late, but when we get back to our quiet house, we should talk about a new car, renovations to our house, and the San Diego real estate market. Me and you and a bottle of wine." Your eyes fluttered closed as one big hand slid down over your belly before settling on your jeans zipper while he kissed your neck. "Just as soon as I fuck you so hard in our bed that you're screaming my name with tears in your eyes."
You moaned as your parents waved through the window, and you and Bradley waved back before you spun in his arms and looked up at his warm eyes. "Take me home right now."
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Bradley was a sweaty mess underneath you as your head came to rest on his shoulder. His heart was still pounding, and his cum was slick and sticky between your pussy and his abs. The sound of your voice, soft and hoarse in his ear, gave him goosebumps as your fingers ran up and down his bicep, slowly tracing his tattoo.
"I love you."
He turned his head to kiss your cheek and rub his mustache along your ear until you laughed.
"You were loud as hell, Baby Girl," he rasped, knowing full well that he'd been vocal, too.
"Yeah, well, it's nice to have the house to ourselves again," you responded as you yawned.
"I knew you'd see things my way." Very gently, Bradley asked, "Do you want to talk about new cars?"
Another drawn out yawn escaped you as you rolled off of him. "No, I'm too tired, and I don't really feel like it."
Bradley kissed your shoulder as you burrowed under the blankets. Getting you to focus on this task was clearly going to take as much stamina as he'd just given you in bed. "Fine. We'll do it later."
"Mmhmm," you hummed. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
But Bradley wasn't ready for bed yet, and he knew that the next time your mom and dad were here, he'd need the physical separation. After he got himself cleaned up in the bathroom, he pulled on his boxer briefs, and Tramp followed him upstairs to the huge open space that the two of you only used for storage. It would be a project, but it would be worth it.
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If any of this sounded familiar, it's because we have reached this exciting point in the story of Roo and BG. Thank you for being here! Thanks for reading and reblogging and putting a smile on my face. Big thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls
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She was the eighty-seventh Nona of her House; she was the first Harrowhark.
Namedrop!! This gives me a small, tenuous hope, that Harrow might actually survive this book. I'm not hoping too much. But a little.
None of this had been kept from her. It had been explained to Harrow, year after year, right from the time she knew both when to speak and when to not. This skill came early to Ninth House infants.
I'm going to beat Harrow's parents with a stick for putting her through that. How fucking dare they.
Then everything changed, abruptly, forever. Harrowhark fell in love.
:o
...oh, no, of course, not Gideon. The girl in the tomb, of course, of course.
None of this would have broken Harrow’s spirit except that the mouth alone was perfectly imperfect: a little crooked, with a divot in the lower lip as though someone had softly pressed a dent into the bow with the tip of their finger. Harrow, who had been born for the sole privilege of worshipping this corpse, loved it wildly from sight.
Much like love in the living. Perfection does not hold attention well; it is the little imperfections which capture the heart.
How very Harrow, to fall in love with a dead girl.
She prayed often. Her brain took refuge in rituals. Sometimes she fasted, or ate the same thing for every meal, arranged in a specific pattern on her plate, consumed in the same order, for months on end.
Autistic Harrow. Perhaps schizophrenic. Probably both.
The only viable source of healthy XY had been located in her House’s cavalier primary, a boy seventeen years her elder.
So Ortus was only seventeen years older than Harrow. I have my theories as to why he was spared when all the kids were killed - it may have been as boring as "well, the House needed a boy to keep alive any chance of ever repopulating". Though, it was never meant to be:
Thankfully, their marriage would have mingled the Drearburh cavalier and scion lines beyond any hope of repair: Ortus Nigenad was an only child. Harrowhark had her parents quash the idea so enthusiastically that she cracked her father’s molar. The only virgin who could possibly be more relieved was Ortus himself.
No one at the Ninth likes sex very much, it seems, (aside from Gideon and her filthy magazines).
and with incontrovertible suggestions that Harrowhark really ought to marry this son of the Second, or this daughter of the Fifth-
Oh interesting! There seems to be some Gender Stuff going on here. (Eyes the necromancer-cavalier gender essay which I've been sent and have bookmarked for later reading) Unless it's not about reproduction in this case, but being gay is perfectly normal? Probably being trans is perfectly normal also? We just don't know.
Harrow seems to be under the impression that Ortus remained her Cavalier until the very end, until -
There had been another girl who grew up alongside Harrow—but she had died before Harrow was born.
Yeah, there's definitely something fucky and weird going on with Harrow's memories. Unless all of Gideon the Ninth was fake, a dream - this isn't that type of story, though, I don't think.
Didn't Harrow say, right at the beginning, almost pityingly;
"Oh Griddle, I don't even remember about you half the time."
Didn't she say that? What if it wasn't just scorn; what if it wasn't just said to hurt and dismiss Gideon; what if it was actually true?
Damn, Harrow might be even more messed up than I thought.
I love her and want to protect her forever.
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Taking It Up a Notch
She glanced at her phone, reading the confirmation for what had to be the fifteenth time. "I put the spare key in your bag while you were in the meeting with Boss this morning. And I've made sure his schedule is full until 6pm. Everything is set."
"Thanks, Goldman. You're the best wingman a girl could ask for. ;)" she typed out, tapping send and digging through her bag for the key to Victor's car.
It was a plan weeks in the making. After so many birthdays together, decorating the house had become…well, stale. Predictable. Still tradition, but it wasn't enough anymore. She came up victoriously with the small piece of metal and slipped it into her pocket.
Her heart soared, feeling light with joy. Victor would never expect this! She snapped her purse closed and set it on the dining table, pausing as the vibration of the phone inside buzzed loudly against the wood. The girl pounced on the bag, snatching out the phone and turning the screen on in one smooth motion.
But it wasn't Goldman. Victor's name filled her screen. "Oh hey Mr. CEO. How can I assist you?" the girl answered in her very most innocent voice.
"Don't make too much of a mess this year, dummy." Victor's deep voice filled her ear and a broad grin spread across her face. "I'm sure you're already standing in my living room with bags of nonsense." The grin faltered just slightly, but she comforted herself with the knowledge that he'd never guess the other half of her plan.
"I have meetings all day! We talked about it this morning. Is the boss starting to lose his memory?"
Victor chuckled on the other end of the phone and she could picture him shaking his head with that helpless half-grin on his handsome face. "You are the worst liar I've ever met. We both know that a certain dummy is incapable of leaving my house alone on my birthday. The only meetings you have are with streamers and balloons." He chuckled again and the sound of typing filled the spaces between his words. "Just don't spread glitter or confetti all over, fair? Unless you want to clean it all up on your own."
"Fair enough. But in exchange, you can't work late, you hear me? I'll be incredibly disappointed if you make us late to dinner." With the phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder, the girl pulled bags of decorations out from beneath the couch and started to sort through them. "Gotta go or I'll be late for my meetings. Those balloons and streamers are sticklers for being on time, you know. I love you."
A long sigh answered her. "I love you, too. And I won't be late if I can help it. I won't make any promises I can't keep, though. I'll call you when I'm getting in the car, fair enough? Goodbye."
She pouted, but set the phone down on the table and sorted through this year's decorations. Streamers, banners, balloons, ribbons, check. The roses should be delivered in…she glanced at the clock…half an hour. Then it was just a matter of getting everything set, getting to LFG, and enacting "Birthday Mission Operation B."
The bags of confetti…well, they would have to be used elsewhere, she supposed. That Victor! He always seemed to know everything. What did he do, find the decorations under the couch and look through them? He probably did, the coquettish little imp! Probably grinned the entire time, too.
Flowers arrived exactly when expected, dozens of peach roses and magnolias to round out the decor and fill the house with their sweet scent. And rose petals didn't count as confetti or glitter, right? They better not, because she sprinkled them literally over his bedspread and in a trail leading to the bathtub where she dumped the rest for later.
Unlit candles in the proper places rounded out this year's spectacle. The house glittered with crystals catching the light, pleased the ear with a soft soundtrack, and tickled the nose with sweet fragrance. The girl nodded with the smile crinkling the corners of her eyes. "Alright, Mr. Victor. Let's see you guess the rest!"
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Goldman flitted around the office, doing his very best to act natural. Which, of course, meant he was utterly suspicious. Between every meeting, Victor smirked at his assistant just to see him squirm. Around 4:30, the second to last meeting ended and he called Goldman to his office.
The assistant arrived with a stack of papers and a guilty look on his face. “You needed me, Boss?” he asked, shifting the papers slightly to rest against his hip. “I’ve nearly finished recording these reports, and Mr. Baldwin is waiting downstairs for your final meeting. Did you want me to tell him you’re ready?”
“That will be fine. But first, I want you to tell me why you’ve been skulking around all day like you’re hiding something. What are you and the girl up to?”
“Nothing!” Goldman insisted, the word bursting from his lips the same time Victor finished his sentence. “I’m not up to anything! I swear! Just…uh…you know, keeping my promise to get you out of here on time. She made me swear I’d escort you out of the building if I had to.” He ran his fingers nervously through his fluffy brown hair, finding it difficult to look directly in his boss’s dark eyes.
Victor looked at him suspiciously, eyes narrowed but glittering with amusement. “Very well. Send up Mr. Baldwin. It wouldn’t do to keep her waiting to show me whatever ‘surprise’ she has planned this year.” He shooed Goldman out of the office and returned to his computer, the sound of the keyboard soon accompanying the ticking of his clock yet again.
Thirty minutes into the meeting with Mr. Baldwin, Victor remembered why he usually had Goldman schedule the man in the morning with other meetings directly after. He’d brought with him a fifteen page report, of which he’d managed to get through two. Without the pressure of knowing that the CEO had other obligations, he seemingly felt no pressure to fit within his assigned time slot.
Five-thirty came and went, six crept by, and by nearly seven they had reached the final page. “Thank you for your presentation, Mr. Baldwin. If you would leave that on the desk, I will go over it tomorrow. I happen to be nearly an hour late to meet with another person.” Victor stood and shook Mr. Baldwin’s hand, the plump man apologizing repeatedly for not realizing Victor had plans that evening. The CEO surely had changed in the last few years…
Goldman stood outside the office as the door finally opened, his face awash with relief. Despite never getting the angry texts he so fully expected, the guilt of breaking his promise of getting Victor out the door on time was eating him up. Victor chuckled and gestured toward the elevator. “Come on, let’s see what the girl has done to my house this year, shall we? I’m sure she’s quite distraught already that I’m an hour late.”
“You go on ahead, Boss. I forgot to grab my keys from my desk. I’ll catch up!” Goldman disappeared into his office and Victor carried on, a laugh rumbling lowly in his chest. He stepped into the elevator and pulled out his phone, leaning lightly against the wall as he pulled out his phone and dialed her number.
“Hi, I can’t answer the phone right now. Leave me a message, please!”
The familiar voicemail played in his ear and he sighed. Was she ignoring him out of annoyance that he was late? Or had she gotten so wrapped up in her preparations that she lost her phone again? Either was possible, truly. The only way to find out was to go home, so he stepped out of the elevator into the underground parking. Noticing that it was overly hot, he made a note to have maintenance check the heating system tomorrow.
His car was, unsurprisingly, the only one left in the lot. It was in the back corner, where the light above had gone out. Yet another note for maintenance, he supposed. As he approached, Victor couldn’t help noticing something strange about the windows. He saw…multicolored shapes inside? About five feet away he realized what it was: his entire car was filled with balloons. Back seat? All the way to the ceiling. Passenger side? Same story.
He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or roll his eyes. Had the girl really spent enough time blowing up balloons to fill the entire car? And how was he supposed to clean this up enough for both him and Goldman to fit? Victor pulled out his keys and finally settled on a laugh. Typical dummy behavior. He unlocked the door and climbed inside, staring at the balloons. Should he just…pop some of them? Or he could put them in the trunk, he supposed. Unless she filled that, too? These were all definitely going to end up in her apartment tomorrow…
As he thought, Victor thought he heard a small sound coming from the back seat. Almost like…snoring? He turned and shuffled a few balloons, jumping a little when he uncovered a face. A familiar and sleeping face. Sweat dripped down her cheeks and Victor panicked just a little, hoping she hadn’t overheated and fainted while waiting for him to get out of his meetings. Suddenly he realized why she’d been so intent on him getting out of work on time and he felt a pang of guilt deep in his gut.
At least he could start the car and get the air conditioning running. Victor inserted the key and turned, the engine roaring to life. The sound echoed in the empty garage and startled the girl awake. She jumped, eyes wide and a short squeal erupting from her lips.
“Looks like I’m the one who surprised you,” Victor rumbled, shaking his head at the look on the girl’s face. “Have you been waiting here all this time?”
She nodded and rubbed her eyes. On her cheek was a square, red spot where she’d been asleep on her phone screen. “I must have fallen asleep waiting for you to get done with work. But surprise!” She sleepily tossed her hands in the air, flinging balloons all over Victor. “What time is it, anyway?”
“Seven fifteen. You’re probably starving by now. Why don’t we stop by Delicioso on the way home and pick something up? I’ll have Goldman take us there before going to his home. Now help me get some of these balloons out of the way so I have somewhere to sit while he drives.”
The pair climbed out of the car, balloons spilling out as the girl opened the back seat. Goldman appeared out of seemingly nowhere, a smile pulling the corners of his mouth up toward his eyes. “Happy birthday, Boss! I bet you didn’t expect this!”
Victor shook his head and chuckled. “No, I can’t say I expected a car full of balloons and a sweaty, sleepy girl inside.” He opened the trunk and the trio began transferring balloons. Victor, despite keeping his face stern, couldn’t help but smile on the inside. He’d really lucked out with the most wonderful, loving partner on the planet. No, it wasn’t luck, actually. It was perseverance and patience. And a bit of a miracle on the side. Soon they were on their way home, and he found himself excited to see what else the girl had done for him on his birthday, purely out of love.
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anyone else here a fan of transistor? thancred & zaya. 2617 wc.
APARTMENT 14 > TENANT ALIAS: ZAYA > DOOR STATUS: LOCKED
They tried the doorknob anyways. No dice. The flickering aetherial text that only seemed to be visible to them disappeared in an array of sparks seconds after another condition—OBSERVED—appeared above the topmost one declaring them the apartment’s inhabitant.
At least they know now that the information given to them by that is true.
A laugh, soft and right against the curve of their horn. It felt like a caress, or a lover’s whisper, though Zaya didn’t know how they knew what either of those felt like. “Hope your key didn’t mysteriously fall into yet another drain; I recall Tataru getting tired of procuring you a replacement. Though we’ll still be able to get in either way, even without my lockpicking prowess. You can feel it, right? My spare? Seam to get it should be near your inner elbow, with how you’ve rolled up the damn sleeves. I always have to iron my coat twice after you wear it. Not that I’m complaining much. You look lovely in it.”
Zaya felt a faint prickle of heat come to life on their face as they pulled the small key out from the folds they’d made in the coat’s sleeve. It was a strangely shaped key, made not of metal but something golden regardless, with teal grooves that gave off a faint light, but it fit easily when they pressed it to the keyhole on the door handle.
Door unlocked, Zaya grabbed the greatsword from where they had leaned it up against the wall to consider the once-locked door and stepped inside.
“It’s strange, coming here with you, like this. Usually you’re already in bed by the time I get off work.”
The apartment looked like it had seen better days—not in the sense of monsters were here, like the city outside their doorstep, but in the sense of someone has not had the time to tidy up in a long while. There were empty mugs with coffee stains on the kitchen island with stacks of papers, and trinkets everywhere; on the counter, beneath the coffee table, stacked on top of books…
“Certainly looks as if a tornado blew through here. There, on the couch. That bag should fit most of anything you’d like to keep before we skip town.”
Zaya gingerly stepped around a few pairs of shoes, haphazardly taken off and not set aside in the entryway, and picked up the messenger bag from its place among the couch pillows. Nothing seemed to be in it, at the moment, but it did look like it would fit most anything so long as they didn’t want to take anything as large as the coffee table, with its resin fish in the clear tabletop. They slung the empty bag over their shoulder and looked at the table’s design for a few seconds before something on the coffee table caught their eye. Most of the decoration in the shadow-cast apartment was blue, which made what was on the table stand out even more.
Sword in one hand, Zaya leaned down to pick up the end of it not trapped beneath a heavy book. A purple flicker by the end crackled and expanded into letters.
HAIR RIBBON > LENGTH (ILMS): 20 > COLOR: CORAL PINK
“Ryne’s, unless that’s the one she gave to you. She’s been rather forgetful as of late; I keep telling her not to leave her belongings behind when we come here only for her to realize her gel pen or her nail polish is still here halfway across the district. I—she was at the Wandering Stairs. When they… well. She’s clever, and a deft hand with the daggers I gave her for her sixteenth nameday—mayhap she’ll find her way here on her own. Else we’ll need to take a trip to the Third District before leaving.”
Zaya tugged at the end of the ribbon, trying to slip it out from under the heavy book with a title they couldn’t read. Instead of the rest of the ribbon coming out on its own, it dragged along a small black-and-gold cylinder, wrapped in its embrace.
TUBE OF LIPSTICK > ORIGIN: DISTRICT OF THE TRANSCENDENT > SHADE: CHERRY WINE RED
“That would be Gaia’s. It explains why Ryne had makeup on before the party. I suspect that if Ryne manages to return, it will be with Gaia in tow, no matter that she would be safer back home than with us.”
They let the sword’s handle rest in the curve where their shoulder met their neck as they tied Ryne’s ribbon around the tube of lipstick and slipped them into a small pocket in their bag. The strange ridges on the handle felt the slightest hint warm against their scales; for a moment, Zaya imagined the touch of the handle to be a hand brushing away hair, before they remembered how silly that was.
There wasn’t much else of note on the table, so they looked up at the rest of the apartment. Nothing in the kitchen seemed of much worth, not enough to be carrying around assuming they would have to fight more of those things—Terminus, like that tall robed man had said before fleeing—so they turned and walked instead to the hall leading further into the dark. Their sword lit up the smallest area around them, just enough to not slam their knee into a shelf against the wall and to catch on the glass and metal that hung on the wall and decorated the top of the bookshelf.
FRAMED PICTURES > COLLECTION: 29 > FACES RECOGNIZED: 2
“Better we take those too. The less people the Convocation can tie to us, the better. I doubt any of your friends would fare any better against them than we did, much less your family. There’s a few thin scarves in one of the shelves to wrap them in, if you’re as worried as your furrowed brow makes you out to be.”
Sure enough, Zaya found the scarves—mostly blue ones, with a few teal and purple in between—and wrapped the pictures in them one by one. A woman with almost-glowing white hair that was as long as she was tall beamed up at a past version of them in one; in another, seven others in their colorful togetherness threw flower petals at them and a white-haired man with tattoos on his neck. A third had them standing alongside people with similar eyes, and the same colored scales, making food with flour puffed all over. That same woman from the first appeared again with a pink-haired woman as tall as them, distracting them as a lion-man even pinker behind them stood there with a cake and an elven person held a stack of cone-shaped hats in a fourth.
Zaya couldn’t recognize anyone in the pictures besides themselves and the man in the second, only getting the vague hint of warmth from what were clearly beloved memories. They were going to be terribly heavy to carry around if they grabbed every last one.
Wrapped in color, Zaya put all twenty-nine photographs in the messenger bag. Logically, they wouldn’t have all fit—they fit despite it, and the bag remained slim and light.
They almost stepped away from the hallway shelf when the enticing scent of something caught them midstep. A small bag on the end of the shelf caught their eye.
DRIED FRUIT > FRUIT TYPE: PIXIEBERRY > TASTE: SWEET & TART
“This should be in the kitchen, bluebird. Do you ask your sister to get you the tartest ones on purpose? I swear those damned things were only ever sour when I got the chance to eat them. Which I rarely did, mind you.”
Zaya rolled their eyes reflexively—what was so ridiculous about that statement? They couldn’t remember—and put them in their bag with the ribbon and tube of lipstick before moving on.
At the end of the dark hall was a trio of doors; they opened one and found a room more suited to a young girl, desk filled with pens and things for hair and a small, adorable cat-shaped lamp. The next one they tried was the bathroom, with a large mirror that Zaya could see themselves in even without stepping fully into the room. Their eyes widened as they saw themselves, hair falling out of the leather they’d used to tie it and facepaint cracked.
MIRROR > SURFACE: REFLECTIVE > PERSON(S) REFLECTING: 1
“There’s you. Still looking decently put together, even after I failed to save your voice. Wish I could say the same of myself. Remember to clean your facepaint off.”
On the counter, a small basin with clear water and a towel stained with blue splotches varied in intensity seemed to be set their just for that purpose. Zaya stepped in and leant the sword against the counter’s edge before they dipped the towel in the water, wrung it out, and wiped off the worn-out paint off their face.
It was even stranger, to see their face like this—bare of the extra color. Their skin seemed less warm in tone without the stark contrast, their scales too dark, their eyes less bright. If they were less sure of their hands, or their feet, they might have looked in the mirror and wondered who it was staring back at them. As if this body wasn’t really theirs.
“Looking lovely this evening. Though I am the most biased party, and there’s never a state in which I don’t find you so. You’ve missed a spot along your jaw.”
Zaya frowned and tilted their head. Sure enough…
They wiped off the stray spot and left the towel in the basin. Nothing in the bathroom seemed important, so they grabbed their sword again and dragged it behind them as they opened the third door at the end of the hall.
This door led to a large bedroom, not as thoroughly decorated as Zaya felt it should be—or perhaps simply decorated for someone that wasn’t them. There were nice, thick curtains, blocking out most of the city lights, and a few miscellaneous trinkets decorated what surfaces there were, but it all seemed like noise. Meaningless, even as they looked the room over once then twice trying to derive something from it.
What drew their eye first in the room wasn’t the collection of crystals glimmering in the beam of light slipping through the curtains, or the decorations hanging from the ceiling.
It was a pair of gloves sitting on the desk, over a collection of papers filled with pencil sketches.
STRANGE GLOVES > ENCHANTMENT: AETHER-TOUCH > STORIES TOLD: 3,653
“Those are…”
Zaya picked the gloves up and turned them over in their hands. They looked like they would fit them perfectly, so they slipped them on—
The blue stone that decorated the end near their wrist lit up, but little else changed about the gloves. Still, Zaya kept them on, feeling more right than they did before the facepaint came off. They did seem a bit bare, like there was more meant to fit on top of the black cloth gloves and the woven bracelet sewn on with the blue gemstones, but it was better than looking at their hands bare.
“The Convocation must have taken some offense to your skystories. I can’t fathom much else they would have wanted to kill you for. Luckily for us, they didn’t know about me.”
Zaya shrugged, not knowing what a skystory was but understanding the weight the word had through glancing at the sword; their would-be murder weapon. And now they were lugging it around, using it to kill horrific monsters that seemingly appeared out of thin air.
Strange evening.
A flash of light slipping between the curtains caught their attention next. Curious, Zaya set their sword aside, pulled open the heavy curtains and found the window wasn’t just a glass pane in the wall.
BAY WINDOW > ALLEYS TO WANDERING STAIRS: 9 > MOMENTS SHARED: 1,627
“Looks just as comfortable as ever...or maybe even moreso. Did you add more pillows again? I could have sworn there was more space to sit and lie down last time I checked. Not that I can lay down and put my feet up like this. You could, though. Maybe get some shuteye. I’m sure running halfway across the district hasn’t been easy, with this damn sword in tow.”
Zaya looked at the pile of pillows longingly, then glanced back at the doorway. Was it really safe to be sleeping?
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep watch for you. As I always have, and always will.”
There was that uncertain ache in their chest again, that phantom pain that Zaya had once thought was them imagining what it would be like for the sword to find its mark in them instead of where it had actually ended up. They looked to their sword—
THÝRA > PSŪKHḖ: 2 > KILLS TODAY: 1
“I’ll be just fine,” the sword—Thancred—said. The glow of the blade pulsed in time with his voice, painting the walls in soft colors. “The benefit of not having a body. Just prop me up in line with the doorway and keeping watch will be as simple as looking forwards.”
Zaya sat down on the cushioned seat of the bay window, considering as their eyes almost shut on their own just from the close comfort of the pillows. Of knowing they weren’t alone. Of the bay window and the things they couldn’t remember and could barely feel the warmth of. It would be as easy as that, leaving the sword and Thancred to guard them.
They didn’t want to.
Before they kicked off their shoes—horribly uncomfortable, they needed to remember to put on those nice ankle boots before they left—Zaya leaned over the side of the window seat and reached for the sword’s handle to pull it into the seat with them as they laid down. Not the most comfortable thing in the world. Whoever designed the blade had decided to make it nearly as long as they were tall, and with plenty of spikes and points besides—but the sword’s edge was dull when they pressed their palm against it. Pressed against, even, just to make sure. No pain or blood welled to the surface.
“Zaya.”
They looked up at the eye-like decoration in the sword, defined by the glowing lines that shifted from a light yellow to almost pink or lavender at times.
“You don’t have to. I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
Zaya pressed their lips together into an angry frown instead of a teary one and pressed their palm harder against the sword’s edge. Still no pain.
“Alright, point taken. Still…”
Whatever Thancred said next didn’t matter. They set him on the seat’s cushions as they went about adjusting all the pillows for their horns, and also to ensure the sword didn’t end up stabbing them in their sleep just to prove them wrong.
“Hey. Zaya.”
They laid down again and looked up at the sword’s strange eye.
“I wanted to—I just—mm. Don’t let me go. Alright?”
That, they could do. Their hand, the one that wasn’t pinned under them, wrapped around the handle of the sword. Zaya closed their eyes, curled up beside the sword close enough to feel a faint warmth coming off the metal, and tried to forget that they still didn’t know who Thancred was—other than the body in the street they had pulled the sword from with a strange, awful ache in their heart and tears brimming over in their eyes.
#ffxiv#ffxivwrite#ffxivwrite2023#thancred waters#c: zaya qestir#s: bound by faith#au: together again#elie writes#god this post editor is a fucking nightmare if you wanna have any fun ever#anyways. do you interact with everything you can in a game for the lore or are you normal#and if you consider yourself normal can i convince you of the merits of clicking on everything for lore bits
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ggghhh god i fucking hate tech culture. i love computer science, it's fascinating and powerful and complex and yet the main thing it's used for is dogshit slop that's making our society actively worse. the tech industry is tapping into something that's genuinely powerful and potentially revolutionary, just open tiktok and you'll see the sheer power of data and machine learning algortitms. AI, including but not limited to generative AI, is a technological marvel! image recognition, predictive models, the entirety of the goddamn internet, it's all fucking amazing! but that's the problem, isn't it. the way our society works means that all that reality-warping power is used to extract every last drop of money, time, and attention from as many people as possible. just open tiktok and you'll see what i mean. you can only understand it if you've experienced it for yourself. imagine if a fraction of the money poured into developing reccomendation algotithms that fill every spare second of your limited time on earth with useless slop was spent developing technology that made our lives materially better. i want to work in ecological management. imagine if we spent that money on collecting environmental data? if tiktok can distill such a potent formula for extracting human attention, what would happen if we gave that power to people who actually care about helping their communities? it's unacceptable that we as actual human people are being stripped for parts by these companies, our identities are being co-opted, sanitized and crystalized into nothing but fucking content. it's genuinely horrifying. data is powerful, but instead of using data to increase our understanding we're using it to understand less. to hijack the brains of millions of people, to inject useless shit that distracts us from the fact that they'd prefer the spark of humanity inside all of us to be snuffed in favor of predictable sources of attention and ad revenue. it makes me sick. and i honestly feel like i'm being taken advantage of as someone with adhd, like these apps know where the dopamine button is in my brain and they keep fucking pressing it, keeping me hooked and distracted and out of control of my own mind. i can't help but feel almost violated. machine learning algorithms are powerful, and the control they have over our lives is sickening. i've stopped using tiktok, i dont open twitter anymore, i'm trying to stop scrolling through instagram and pinterest for hours a day. we all have to resist this slop. make bad art, listen to people's messy and genuine thoughts and share your own with real actual human people. don't let the shape of your life be dictated by an algorithm. but don't fall into the trap of being "anti-technology" either. there's a reason it's being used to control us, and it's because it's powerful. i genuinely believe that we need more technology and computer science education. they say you can't use the master's tools to dismantle the master's house, but what if all the smart and compassionate people who want to make a difference had the skills to make their own tools? of course the people in power aren't going to let that happen if they can help it, but i won't let that stop me from trying. do you know how to pirate software? do you know how to spot AI images? do you know how to protect your online identity? if not, then learn. i love the posts that go around on here sharing open-source software and peer-to-peer sharing sites, because i think it's genuinely important for people to know how to use technology critically. technology isn't magic, tech companies just want you to believe it is so you can't make informed decisions. also, please learn some basic internet safety. don't incriminate yourself on social media or in public forums. don't share any identifying information about yourself. always assume someone can see your activity unless you've made damn sure they can't.
sorry for the long rant. hopefully nobody will read this but i just wanted to vent about some big feelings i've been having about my career trajectory and the work as a whole.
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Midnight
[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]
Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC) Book: Open Heart Word Count: ~400 Rating/Warning: General (all the fluff and kisses)
Prompts: @choicesficwriterscreations : Midnight Kiss ; @choicesdecember2022 kiss | middle of the night
Synopsis: Bryce and Olivia share a midnight kiss.
He tapped his phone. 11:58. So close. The light of the screen illuminated the dark bedroom. The blue glow highlighted her features. His lips pulled up as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. The screen timed out, darkness once more descending around them.
Bryce inched closer. The warmth of her quiet slumber caressed his face. He tapped the screen again. 11:59. Almost!
A slight glimmer showed in the corner of her lips. He ran his thumb tenderly, gathering the drop of drool. She had always been embarrassed and self-conscious by it, but he found it endearing, as he did most everything about her.
Bryce watched as the digits on his phone flipped to 12:00. Finally!
He pressed his lips to her forehead, then her nose, and her lips, kissing her softly and slowly, giving her time to wake.
Her mouth responded, following his lead, her movements messy as he pulled her from sleep.
"Hi," he whispered as her eyes fluttered open, meeting his despite the darkness.
Her face scrunched in confusion at the darkness around them. "What time is it?"
"Midnight."
"Wha—" She rubbed her sleepy eyes. "What are you doing?"
"Kissing you!" He smirked, his lips returning to hers.
"Yes," she smiled, pulling away from his kiss. "I gathered that."
"Then, we're on the same page; we can go back to kissing now."
Olivia chuckled quietly, holding her finger out to keep his lips from hers. "I guess the better question then is why?"
"It's midnight."
"Yes...Midnight on December 3rd, unless I slept for a solid month."
"Why should January 1st get all the fun?" Bryce kissed her again, enjoying the feel of her growing smile against his. "We can consider it practice. I know how you like to be prepared for things."
"Should I expect more nights of practice ahead?" She whispered into his lips as she kissed him again. "To make sure we're properly prepared."
"We want to get it right, don't we?"
"I don't see any way around it." Olivia nodded her agreement after a moment of consideration. "We'll have to keep practicing, but you know what they say: practice makes perfect."
"I think we're pretty perfect, but I'm willing to keep practicing to make sure."
"I think I could be persuaded to the cause as well."
"Oh, could you now?" He cradled her face in his hands, his thumb brushing over her pouty lips before drawing her in for a long, lingering kiss.
I didn't proof read this at all, sorry! I will but I realized it was Saturday at almost midnight and I wanted to write something since I haven't written a thing in over a month and then I had this random idea so I kinda wrote it in 15 minutes. Looks like I'll have one minute to spare! ahh! Thank you so so much for reading and putting up with my random craziness!
#bryce lahela#bryce lahela x mc#bryce lahela x oc#bryce oph#open heart#open heart 2#playchoices#choices#choices game#olivia hadley#bryce x olivia#brylivia#somc#lovealexhunt#open heart 3#oph bryce#fan fiction#december2022
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scream
― youtuber!park sunghoon x streamer!gn!reader
it's hard to stream horror video games when your neighbor is always filming dangerous mukbangs and screaming.
genre: e2l, neighbors au, angst to fluff, humor
wc: 3.2k
warnings: horror game mentions, cw food and mentions of cooking live things (inspired by this youtuber), sunghoon's a jerk at first :<, one mention of underage drinking (don't follow mc's example pls fisnfkskf), a few swear words
part of my youtuber enhypen series, the last upload! feel free to read on its own! ♞──────────────────────────♞
"AAAGH!" and there it is. your brows furrow upon hearing your neighbor's cry. does he not understand how thin these walls are?! there's a reason only college students stay here! grimacing, you ignore it and move your mouse to look around the dark house.
"oh shoot, i wonder if he's behind me?" you say to your audience while watching your viewers fill the chat with your custom subscriber emojis. "i'm going to do it, everyone, just―"
"OHMYGODOHMYGOD WHYYY?!"
more like why couldn't you be quiet?! you close your eyes in frustration but attempt to keep a straight face for the people watching you. "sorry if you heard that, i guess someone's having a bad day?" you chuckle nervously as you turn around in the video game to see a black slender figure. "oh! whoa, okay, i'm just going to run over here."
you got out of the creepy house and made it to the back of it to see a piece of paper on the wall. "oh, here! okay, this is going to be my last piece unless―whoa!!" the jumpscare comes up, and you're left taken aback as the game over screen appears. laughing at your shocked self, you're filled with glee upon seeing the audience laugh or scream with you. "that was really fun, everyone. i got some homework to do though, so i'll see you all next time i stream! bye bye!" you wave goodbye to the camera and watch as the viewer number drops gradually. after a few minutes, you shut off your stream, place your headphones on its stand, and push back in your secret labs chair with a sigh. "why did i have to live next to a maniac...?" you grumble.
you got out of the creepy house and made it to the back of it to see a piece of paper on the wall. "oh, here! okay, this is going to be my last piece unless―whoa!!" the jumpscare comes up, and you're left taken aback as the game over screen appears. laughing at your shocked self, you're filled with glee upon seeing the audience laugh or scream with you. "that was really fun, everyone. i got some homework to do though, so i'll see you all next time i stream! bye bye!" you wave goodbye to the camera and watch as the viewer number drops gradually. after a few minutes, you shut off your stream, place your headphones on its stand, and push back in your secret labs chair with a sigh. "why did i have to live next to a maniac...?" you grumble.
as if on cue, another scream is heard from the other side of the wall. "EEE! oh my god, i'm going to do it, i'm going to do it!"
what on earth was this kid doing that he was screaming every weekend? you didn't even scream that much, and you played horror games for a living! your stomach growls as you're thinking this and as a living human being, you listen to it and get up to make ramyeon. however, even as you're making your dinner and even as you're trying to enjoy it with some show playing on the tv, of course, you have to be subjected to your neighbor's loud yells. once you're finished, you notice how oddly quiet it is and decide to give whoever this guy was a piece of your mind.
marching over with your keys in hand, you knock aggressively on apartment no. 505 until it opens. behind the door is a tall male with a face so well-proportioned you're thinking it's possible that some being above sculpted it themselves. his nose is accented with one mole on the side of his nose bridge and another a few centimeters under the opposite eye. "can i help you?" his rich voice asks with a slight sting to it.
you snap yourself out of it by blinking, incredulous that you almost forgot your mission just because he has a handsome face. "yea, you can help me by being quieter," you boldly state with your arms crossed in front of your chest. "you realize you're not the only one living in this complex, right? the walls are so thin, i can hear you screaming every time."
the male raises an eyebrow at you and scoffs to the side as if he can't believe what he's hearing. "can you just deal with it? some of us have to make a living."
"news flash, dude, that's all of us! the only people who would be willing to live in this place are college students! listen, i stream horror games for my work, and i don't even scream as loud as you," you retort and point your index finger from you to him. "so i think you should learn how to keep your volume down."
"and why haven't i heard these complaints from anyone else?" he tries to debate back.
"maybe because they're just quietly tolerating you. as for me, i can't anymore, so take this as your first warning, room 505." you turn around quickly with a huff and speed to your apartment next door.
as you're above to close the door, you hear him shout back at you. "my name's park sunghoon, room 506. remember it, because i'm going to make your life a living hell."
"l/n y/n, park sunghoon. we'll see about that." with that, you both simultaneously shut your doors with a slam that causes the walls to shudder a bit.
oh, he kept his promise alright. from stare-downs in the hallway, to bringing weird live animals in the elevator at the same time you're in there, to snarky remarks at the entrance that almost always lead to fights, park sunghoon has definitely made your life hell. to make matters worse, his screaming got even louder. you're sure that's a violation of some rule, right? wrong, the management for the building doesn't care all too much, as long as he's not doing anything illegal and nobody else has complained. you get what you paid for is the right saying here.
you were not having it. as a streamer and college student, weekends are your days with the freest time, and he took that from you. you found out that he was not just a college student but a youtuber, one that filmed dangerous mukbangs with live animals that he would then cook and eat, and because of that, he had also chosen to film on weekends. that was exactly why you had always encountered his screaming on days you were streaming, and now, tired of how petty he was, you decided to just cram your weekdays with school and streaming.
at first, it was fine, but as your days became packed with more studying on the weekends at the library to avoid sunghoon, you grew tired: tired of the crammed weekdays and for god's sake, tired of living your life running away. taking out a bottle of peach soju that your upperclassman dancer friend had snuck for you, you pop it open and make your way to the balcony that you barely used.
as you take a swig of the alcoholic beverage, you prop yourself onto the railing and gaze at the buildings before you, their lights blinding you from the stars of the night sky. maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's your low energy state, but something compels you to scream. "i'm so tired!!" you yell out to the skyline. letting out a sigh, you plop down into the spare plastic chair and go for another drink.
"drinking your worries away? that's not going to solve anything," a male voice speaks up. your eyes catch sight of sunghoon, who has slid open his own balcony door. he's dressed in a casual beige hoodie and sweats as if he had spent the day just relaxing.
"as if you care," you mumble with your lips pressed against the green glass. "you're literally at the root of all my problems."
he scoffs at your statement. "this again? look, i'm getting tired of you placing all this blame on me when i'm—"
"are you so sure about that?" you calmly and sternly interrupt. the alcohol really has unlocked your usually inhibited thoughts. "why did i move my streaming days onto the weekdays when i normally spend them studying? because your screaming on the weekends always got picked up by my mic. why do i get 4 hours of sleep every day and study all night at the library on weekends?" it's like when sunghoon had taken a stick to prod at you, the floodgates burst open. you weren't stopping until you gave him a piece of your mind. "because i have to cram my streaming schedule and studying schedule to accommodate to your filming one. maybe i am blaming you, but i've tried my best to do my job all while studying and having to deal with an asshole like yourself who's so inconsiderate that he can't even do one thing for his neighbor who's practically dying to adjust their lifestyle because of someone else's."
your neighbor goes silent after that, choosing to just sigh and go back inside his apartment. you relish in the silence that comes after he shuts the door and down the rest of your bottle before heading back inside yourself. strangely after that incident, you heard less and less of sunghoon on the weekend and thus were able to return to your normal schedule. even while passing by him, he kept his mouth shut and would just nod a cordial hello. you guess what you said that night really got through to him.
and he proves that because after about three weekends, you hear a knock on your door. upon opening it, you're surprised to see sunghoon behind it, his hands behind his back as he shifts side to side. "oh, hello sunghoon," you greet him awkwardly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
"hey y/n," he returns. the youtuber stops fidgeting for a moment and bows after gathering up some courage. "listen, i just want to say i'm sorry." he looks up at your face, searching for some sign of hatred and he thankfully finds none, so he continues. "i didn't realize how much of an asshole i was until you said that. i was just thinking about myself and not about you or anybody else. i hope i was able to prove it to you these past three weeks, and i promise i won't go back to my old habits."
your silence is not so reassuring, so sunghoon nervously lifts his head to peek at your face to find an astonished expression. you stammer a little bit and hold the doorframe to keep yourself in place. "u-uh... gosh, i don't know what to say, sunghoon," you stutter. then, you notice another neighbor exiting the elevator, looking at the two of you strangely since sunghoon is still lowering his head. "oh! you can stand up straight now! please."
he does as you say, smiling sheepishly, and you notice how much better he looks smiling than the usual smirks he had sent you before. "apology accepted, sunghoon."
"r-really?"
you nod. "i mean, you really have proven yourself lately, so i don't see why i shouldn't."
"great!" his smile grows wider, making you blush and look anywhere but his face. "then i have a surprise for you to start over." you shoot him a confused look that he disregards out of boyish excitement. "close up, come over to my place for a few."
"o-okay, give me a moment, i'll be right over," you say as he rushes back to his apartment. you hurriedly grab your keys and look in the mirror next to your door to smooth out your hair before you're scolding yourself for caring about looks when he literally just saw you. closing the door, you lock up, head over to room 505, and knock.
"it's open," his voice calls from inside, and with that, you push the door open to find the living space of your own apartment, except totally flipped. to your left is a small living room, complete with a two-seater couch, a tv stand, and a tv. whereas to your right, there was a dining room fit for two, the kitchen right behind it before a hallway leads to the single bedroom and bathroom. you're too busy taking in this opposite room that you don't notice the fish tank on the round table full of live fish. "come over here," he says with an enthusiastic grin.
"yah, park sunghoon. what in the world is this?" you say flabbergasted.
"i'm showing you what i do for a living and cooking you a fresh meal," is all he has to say as you grimace and reluctantly move towards him. "this is my second time cooking it, so it should go a lot better."
"and what exactly is... it?"
"mudfish, way less than what i usually have for mukbangs though." you know, you had completely forgotten what the guy did on youtube since his handsome face distracted you for a handful of moments, but now reality had set in for you: he was going to do this live in front of you.
if you're uncomfortable with cooking live fresh food, please skip to the next italicized line!
"i swear to god, park sunghoon, if you do anything stupid, consider this restart invalid. you'll be hearing from my lawyer," you unsuccessfully warn him as you watch him put on some gloves and grab a cup of salt.
"relax, you're with me. i'm practically a pro," he tries reassuring you, but then he sprinkles the salt inside the tank. the fish start splashing around violently, causing you to let out a small yelp as some splashes of water get on you. "yaaah, this is way better than last time!"
"is this what you do every weekend?!" you shout at a low volume and cover your eyes with your hands.
"you can look now, it's fine," sunghoon says, pointing at the fish. you peek through the gaps between your fingers to see that the fish have stopped moving. sunghoon smirks as you take your hands away from your face. "see? i'm a pro."
coating and deep frying starts here!
he starts to coat them one by one in egg and flour and lays them down on a baking pan lined with paper. you watch as he handles each one delicately with concentration. "do you want me to start the oil?" you offer.
"oh! that would be great, thanks! the wok is already on the stove, just turn it on," he explains. you find the wok exactly where he had told you and turn on the gas stove accordingly, as if you've been here hundreds of times before, but in reality, you just have the same appliances. by the time the oil has been heated to the right temperature, sunghoon has already finished coating the fish. the two of you work together to place each one in the oil, listening to them sizzle and pop.
"we make a good team," sunghoon comments once every fish has started frying. you take care of the tongs and move them around when appropriate. "you should come by and guest star in one of my videos."
"if it's anything like today's, no thank you," you politely reject.
"what if... i invite you to eat after i cook?" he shoots his shot again. rolling your eyes playfully, you see that the fish are all thoroughly fried and turn off the fire. with his own tongs, sunghoon puts the fish on the plate as you go off to prepare two bowls of rice. the small dining room table gets cleaned up, so the two of you can start your meal. "okay, your answer?"
"depends on how good this mudfish is," you reply, holding up a fried fish with your chopsticks. he follows suit, and you two cheer your meals together.
"i'll eat well," the both of you say in harmony. finally, you take a bite of the crispy fish and hum in satisfaction, your eyes widening.
"mm! it's really good!" you compliment as he takes joy in your pleased expression.
"i'll take that as a yes to my question then?"
"hoon, i'll come over whenever you want me to," you exaggerate.
"deal," he accepts quickly so that you can't take it back. and that's how your first meal went with park sunghoon. soon enough, one meal turned into two, to five, to ten, until you're basically spending a lot of time with the youtuber. pretty much every weekend, you and sunghoon set it up so that you would cook and eat together in the afternoon so that you would have the rest of the evening to stream.
at some point, you find out that his major is biology, which is similar to your own in biochemistry, so your time with sunghoon extends to studying together and eventually gaming. one of you is always at the other's place and vice versa like you couldn't be without each other for a single moment.
you're eating takoyaki with said boy in your apartment this time, staring at his well-proportioned facial features as you chew slowly and think. he catches your unwavering gaze and chuckles. "is there something on my face, y/n?"
"i'm just thinking," you vaguely reply.
"about the thing on my face?" you shake your head at this. "then what is it? i know i'm really handsome and all, but you literally see me all the time."
"that's exactly my point!" you cry out as if you hit eureka, shocking him in the process. "we're together all the time. we were literally enemies at first, and now it's like we're dating! what is this, some kind of shitty fanfiction?" yes
"well, do you want us to date?" luckily, you had just swallowed the last bit of your takoyaki ball because that could've made you choke. instead, you suddenly start coughing, and he pushes your water towards you.
the coldness of the water does nothing to help your rising temperature as you take big gulps of it. "wh-what kind of question is that?" you ask, patting your mouth dry with a nearby tissue.
"a serious one," he answers nonchalantly. "because i like you." stream dreamcatcher BEcause
"huh? since when?" you're practically in disbelief. no way sunghoon liked you back. you had just discovered your own feelings not too long ago when you had tucked him in after an intense study session and he whispered your name. ever since then, you got butterflies in your stomach around him, and not because he made it a mukbang. (but you wouldn't put it past him?)
the male rubs the back of his neck. "it's been a while. i just know that i like you."
"st-stop saying that!" you wave your hands in front of your face frantically to hide the redness you know that has spread all over.
"oh? or what, room 506?" he gets up from his seat across from you to prop his elbows on the table, getting a closer look at your cute, embarrassed appearance as he rests his head on his hands. "make me," he prods some more.
reminiscent of the first time you cooked together, you peeked through your fingers to witness his adorable grin waiting for you. as if wanting you to seal the deal, he closes his eyes and smiles with just his lips. you shyly reach out to grab his cheeks, taking a moment to brush the fringe out of his eyes so you can adore the moles that dotted his face, and slowly bring your own lips towards his to press them together in a kiss.
it's short but sweet, and soon you're pulling away and finding your fingers more interesting. sunghoon's eyes flutter open and fondly gazed at you. "be mine?" he speaks up.
"if you stop making my heart scream, then yeah," you mumble, stealing a glance at his smug smile. he laughs, stands up, and walks over to your side of the table. turning your chair around as if you weighed nothing, he places his hands on the table behind you, engaging you in between his long limbs.
"sweetheart, that's the whole point," he says, leaning down to chase your lips and kiss you until your heart can't take it anymore. you're both screaming on the inside as your hearts keep pounding in your chests, but at least this time it's from your pure feelings towards each other.
a/n: omg this is the last of captured on camera EEE thank you all so so much for being here with me on this journey of my first one-shot series <3 this really shows my growth as a writer, and i'm so glad i could share it with y'all! i hope you all look forward to my next one-shot series~
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'TAKING THE TIME'
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Lately time together was frequently interrupted with each 'emergency' and you were dedicated to improving your grade in chemistry. And Preston was hoping on every star that your relationship wasn't reaching a breaking point. You barely saw each other unless it was in a classroom and he hoped you wouldn't decide that you had drifted too far apart and end your relationship.
You smiled at Preston when he offered to help you study, knowing you were placing a lot of pressure on your shoulders. "Sure!"
Preston grinned, relieved you had agreed. "Great!"
Later that day you were waiting for Preston to arrive, deciding to work alone when he was late. You were scribbling down notes when he entered, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips as you tore out the page you had been writing on.
"Sorry, I'm late."
"It's fine. This is hopeless anyway."
Preston frowned, looking at the doorway when his friends appeared, asking for his help with an 'emergency'. Preston reluctantly left momentarily to provide the team with the help they needed, returning to find you taking a water bottle from your backpack and a smaller pill bottle. When he saw you shake four of the pills onto your hand, Preston was by your side almost instantly, taking the bottle and the pills in your hand, placing them back inside.
"What are these?" He read the information on the bottle, glancing at you when you replied.
"Energy pills. Stops me from burning out." You reached for the bottle and Preston held it out of reach before tossing the bottle in the trash.
"You don't need these. Trust me, they'll do more harm than good." He said. "I can help you study."
"I thought you had an emergency?"
"My friends have got it covered. I can spare a minute." He sent you a small smile and you returned it.
"You don't have to -"
"I want to."
You wrapped your arms around him, kissing his cheek, causing his smile to grow. "Thank you." You turned to the desk, missing his adoring gaze.
Your eyes observed him as he read over the textbook page that detailed the experiment and a smile formed on your lips. You were grateful that he was taking the time to help you when you needed it.
Preston met your gaze as he spoke, explaining what the experiment should accomplish, pausing when he saw you were watching him. "What is it?" He asked nervously, afraid he had been rambling.
"I love you."
A smile formed on his lips. "I love you too." He said. "Now, we need a beaker..."
You maneuvered around the chem lab, preparing what you needed for the experiment. Preston hadn't realized until that moment how long you had been stressing over striving for success until you patted your cheeks to keep yourself alert, and he wished he had taken the time to help you study sooner.
You watched the liquid in the beaker bubble, turning into various colors before the liquid turned clear when the bubbling stopped, and you laughed lightly while Preston grinned at the successful experiment.
You placed a hand on his arm, kissing his cheek. "Thank you."
"Anytime." He replied, placing his arm around your waist.
You smiled softly, placing a hand on his cheek, leaning up to press your lips to his. As you pulled away, his eyes opened to meet your gaze, and he could see the emotions in your eyes - emotions he was afraid would fade in time. But as you stared up at him he was reassured that those emotions would remain there for a long time, as would your love for him.
#preston tien#preston tien x reader#preston tien imagine#preston tien imagines#power rangers ninja steel#power rangers ninja steel imagine#power rangers ninja steel imagines
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HUGE batch of incorrect JCGTL quotes!
Deborah: You look just like I did at your age. Kiera: Please don't say that, Mom. (Source: A Goofy Movie)
Jonas: To prove you are the real Kiera, tell me something only the real Kiera would know! What did I write in your birthday card two years ago?! WORD. FOR. WORD. Kiera: Jonas, there's no way I would remember that. Jonas (hurt): I remember! (Source: Adventure Time)
Kiera: Strength isn’t your strength. Adorable cuteness is. Courtney: Can I use it to control others? Kiera: Um… yeah, sure! Just be righteous about it. (Source: Adventure Time)
Mark: Well, no rest for the sexy. Connor: That’s not the expression. (Source: Adventure Time)
Morgan: Uh, maybe we should hold hands? Lydia: … Morgan: For safety. Lydia: You’re absolutely right. (Source: Adventure Time)
Connor: (screams) Morgan: What was that?! Connor: I just thought about my anxieties and it's like my mind hand touched a hot memory stove. (Source: Adventure Time)
Brad: I'm responsible! Jonas: Me too! Brad: That's a lie! Jonas: It is a lie. And I take full responsibility for it. (Source: Adventure Time)
Adrian: If anyone tries to hurt Kiera, I will kill them. (Source: Adventure Time)
Chloe (to Justin): If at first you don't succeed, blame Mark. (Source: Animaniacs)
Jessica: Do you know who I am?! Jonas: Why, did you forget? (Source: Animaniacs)
Principal Mazlish: Students of Foxwood High School, I stand before you, because if I was behind you, you couldn’t see me. (Source: Animaniacs)
Connor: This coffee is nothing but hot bean juice! Morgan: That's what all coffee is. Connor: How could a member of my own family say something so horrible? (Source: Avatar: The Last Airbender)
Mark: Are you calling me a liar? Connor: No, I'm calling you an optimist, which is basically the same thing. (Source: Avatar: The Last Airbender)
Nate: Why are you all looking at me? Jonas: You're the idea guy. Nate: So I'm the only one who can ever come up with a plan? That's a lot of pressure. Chloe: You're also the complaining guy. Nate: That part, I don't mind. (Source: Avatar: The Last Airbender)
Connor: A cup of your best hot water with brown grit in it - unless, of course, by some miracle, your coffee shop has started selling coffee. (Source: Blackadder)
Jonas: Mess with us, and you will be mildly inconvenienced! (Source: Bob's Burgers)
Connor: as Morgan goes through his stuff Oh, no. I don’t mind. Go through all my dresser drawers if you want. Morgan: I knew you would understand! Connor: Stay away from my dresser. Morgan: But you said- Connor: I was being sarcastic. (Source: Doug)
Kiera (seeing Chloe's house for the first time): Wow. What an ugly little house. Chloe: Oh, yeah, it's not that palace of domestic abuse you live in. (Source: Family Guy)
Brad: I hope we put in enough baking soda. Kiera: 150 teaspoons should be plenty. Jonas: … "Teaspoons"? I didn’t know it was… teaspoons. Kiera: What did you think "TSP” stood for? Jonas: Uh…ten square pounds? (Source: Hey Arnold!)
Chloe: Connor's acting a little strange today. Morgan: Today? He’s strange every day. (Source: Hey Arnold!)
Jonas: The six of us are really good friends. We never get sick of one another’s insufferable personalities and irritating faces. (Source: Paper Mario: Color Splash)
Dorothy: If all the other kids jumped off a cliff, would you do it too? Brad: If that's all they were going to talk about afterwards, yeah. (Source: Recess)
Samantha: Thanks for driving me, Jonas. You're the sweetest big brother a kid could ask for. Jonas: And you're the annoying pet monkey I wish I never got! (Source: Recess)
Chloe: They'll listen to me when I introduce them to my good friend, Madam Fist! (Source: Recess)
Donna: crying Jonas: What's wrong, Mom? Are you picturing my future again? (Source: The Fairly Oddparents)
Mark (to Nick and Jared): You two don't do anything halfway, do you? Nick: Nope. We're two halves of a whole idiot. (Source: The Fairly Oddparents)
Jonas: If Kiera sees this, she's going to think I'm an idiot! Brad: And that would be news to her how? (Source: The Fairly Oddparents)
Brad: I feel like I'm doomed. Jonas: Well, you've lived a good life. Brad: I'm fifteen. Jonas: I said good, not long. (Source: The Fairly Oddparents)
Morgan: What are you doing? Connor: You mean with my life, or right now? Because the answer to both is nothing. (Source: The Fairly Oddparents)
Stephen: My dreams were shattered years ago. Adrian: How many years ago? Stephen: How old are you? Adrian: … (Source: The Fairly Oddparents)
Richard: I married the smart one! Monica: I married the… well, he's cute, right? (Source: The Fairly Oddparents)
Jonas: We got you, we got you, we got you! Nate: That’s not proper grammar! (Source: Tiny Toon Adventures)
Nate (about Chloe): That girl is the coolest dude I've ever met! (Source: Tumblr)
Jonas: Samantha asked me to hold her ice cream without eating any and I was like, I love you kid but some lessons you have to learn the hard way. (Source: Twitter)
#incorrect quotes#jonas corbin's guide to life#my ocs#long post#really long post#don't press the keep reading unless you have time to spare
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Do you have more random Noah head canons? I miss him.
🍂 noah's snoring can be easily stopped by rolling him to the side (trust me, i speak from experience lol )
🍂 his baking skills have been improving since he left the villa, after he learned some things from bobby.
🍂 saturday afternoons are for reading for the kids down at the library, but since the quarantine i reckon he was doing transmissions on youtube.
🍂 he comes home mentally exhausted, so the first thing he does is to take off his shoes and lie his head on your lap, to get some cuddling.
🍂 he loves all types of warm scented candles, soaps, bodywash, you name it.
🍂 an entire cabinet of just seasoning little pots that he buys all the time.
🍂 you know he's cooking because the whole house smells amazing.
🍂 sunday mornings are for pancakes or waffles. maple syrup and honey are essentials in his home.
🍂 he loves bathing, and reading while at it, unless you're there with him.
🍂 he journals, mostly to not forget the feeling of certain situations. i bet he has something written down on a napkin after that night in the villa.
🍂 his sister's friends have a crush on him. he gets embarrassed and that only adds to the reasons why they have said crush.
🍂 he-owns-so-many-vests, don't at me.
🍂 has a soft singing voice. you can catch it while he cooks, distractedly humming or mumbling lyrics.
🍂 LOVES PLANTS. has a bunch of them in each room of the house and his siblings call him the plant uncle.
🍂 his house consists mostly of tans, beiges, whites and creams. almost no metallic accent and definitely lots of fuzzy and warm things, like blankets and pillows.
🍂 the whole house feels like home, immediately.
more... headcanons under the cut:
🍁he has a twisted side that loves torturing a girl with a vibrator. he smiles sweetly but he absolutely gets hard at the sight of you contorting on the bed while he continues to mess with you.
🍁 if you scrape your nails on his back or shoulders, you might hear him saying harder.
🍁 takes his time while going down on you. he likes everything about it, especially how out-of-control he can make you feel.
🍁 the visual of noah 's thighs and hips moving while he's on top is truly the only thing that keeps me going. it's just *chef's kiss*
🍁 background music is essential, and he loves to set the mood with it, besides candles and flowers.
🍁 he knows his abs contract in ways that drive you insane, so he chooses to stay in positions to show them off.
🍁 framing your face while on top, from time to time moving his massive hands to your thighs to move deeper.
🍁 he has this impulse to kiss you when you're done. just grabbing both sides of your face and planting the longest kiss he can.
🍁 noah insists on having you between his legs while he rests his back on the headboard, all so he can tease you with his fingers. his soft moaning in your ears and his hands rubbing your skin, he loses his shit while watching it happening.
🍁 he doesn't have much kink knowledge to spare, but he does want to learn if it's something that interests you.
🍁 noah = praising kink, and he does it so fucking well if i may add.
🍁 his voice almost disappears when he's really into it. the thing you hear is noah whimpering and pleading in a low voice, almost whispering.
🍁 i've said a couple of times that his favorite position might be him kneeling on the bed and holding you against his body, but i think a close second is to press you against the wall and holding you around his waist. eye contact and kissing is essential for him.
🍁 he eats anything you want him to eat. that's on periodt.
🍁 capable of changing positions without moving much, and honestly? holy shit.
🍁 while receiving he likes to hold your hair to the side, away from your face, because the thought of his girl enjoying herself while doing it excited him even more. touch yourself while at it, watch him drool.
🍁 "can i touch you?" every single time.
🍁 "hmm" but it's a whimper.
🍁 calls you "love" more frequently than "babe".
🍁 fits your chin between his index finger and thumb to kiss you when he cums, grits his teeth while it happens, and loves when you move with him, to make him feel even more things.
🍁 that little chuckle he lets out when he's trying to recover his breath.
🍁 immediately pulls you to his chest or arms to kiss you again.
#litg#litg noah#love island the game#litg s2#litg season 2#headcanons#queue#from clown to clown#i miss him too
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Miya Osamu || Little Delights | First Meeting
SUMMARY. Osamu can't help but be intrigued when his daughter starts bringing home delicious desserts prepared by her best friend's mother.
PAIRING. You x Miya Osamu
GENRE. Fluff <3
WARNINGS. Suggestive content
Haikyuu! Anthology Series | It's Fate When Your Kids Are Friends
OSAMU | First Meeting > Second Date > Third Time's The Charm > Four Is Our Family
Osamu's made it just in time, right as the bell tolls to signal the end of his daughter's second day in her new school year. Standing back as a swarm of kids rush out of the brick building and into the arms of their waiting parents, he takes a moment to breathe and relax. Juggling his burgeoning restaurant with being a single parent isn't an easy job, but he wouldn't trade it for anything.
He stands taller than many of the other adults around him and it's evident his little girl has no problem seeking him out as a black, red, and grey blur races towards him, a thrilled, "Papa!" reaching his ears and splitting his mouth into a wide, happy grin.
His arms are already open in a silent but enthusiastic response as he crouches down and then the bite-sized impact of his daughter is rocking him back on his heels, his reaction overly exaggerated as he pretends to almost fall over from the small force of nature that's all Miya Izumi.
Standing back up, Samu catches sight of another little girl who was trailing behind, wide eyes studying him before shifting to Zumi, his daughter turning back around to wave at her, proclaiming the girl as her 'bestest friend in the whole wide world'. The girl returns Zumi's enthusiastic wave with a quick raise of her small hand before her attention is caught by a pretty young woman, her own wide smile replacing her previously hesitant expression as she's warmly enveloped into welcoming arms with kisses peppered on her cheeks and forehead.
Her delighted giggles reach Osamu and his daughter as they turn around, hand in hand, to walk back to his car, small interaction soon forgotten as his little munchkin lists off the snacks she's looking forward to having on their return to his shop. She won't be able to finish half that list, he bets to himself with a quiet chuckle at his daughter's inherited exuberance for food as he securely buckles her into car.
It's not until they reach his second pride and joy, Onigiri Miya, that he finds the first little surprise tucked away in Izumi's not so empty lunchbox. When he inquires about the remarkably delicious looking set of biscuits he certainly didn't pack for her that morning, his daughter's response is that it's a thank you gift from her bestest friend, Reina, for the lunch she'd shared with the girl on her first day.
Well, a six year old certainly didn't bake these from the looks of it. It's only confirmed by his first taste, the texture and flavour beyond even most consistent home bakers, let alone a young child. Right? But a more pressing thought flags his attention, first.
"Did your friend not have her own lunch?"
"She did! We split because hers wasn't so good, even though her mama put so much love into it. But the treats were so much better so we decided to go halfsies and have best of both!" His daughter giggles with the oblivious sweet innocence of a child.
"And what about today?"
"Mhm. Same. But I liked the chocolate brownies yesterday much much better!"
Samu chuckles at her excitement and can't help but tease his precocious daughter, "Oh, and was it better than papa's food?"
Zumi's eyes widen as she contemplates the question with all the adorable seriousness she can muster, but loyalty must break free and run because her reply is, "Almost! So close, but I love papa's cooking more than anything in the whole wide world."
It seems the whole wide world is the current standard of measurement for first graders, but he appreciates the heartfelt sentiment behind her loving words.
After another moment of consideration, Osamu settles on the thought chewing at him and decides that tomorrow his daughter won't be giving up a portion of his food which she loves so much. No, she'll have double the amount to do with whatever she may please.
So briefly, that he doesn't even ponder on the sudden image, he's reminded of the warm reunion he witnessed between the little girl and the woman who he'd assumed was her nanny, but concludes is probably the girl's young mother. Based on the number of treats Zumi brought back, Samu's certain the woman had to have thoughtfully made extras of these baked goods for her daughter to have more than enough to share with friends and then some.
Well, it's definitely no skin off his back to make his daughter even the slightest bit happier by being able to help her share her savoury little delights with her new bestest friend.
It's on the third day of your daughter's return from her new school year that you're able to confirm that something is indeed amiss. The previous two days, the small portions of her lunch left uneaten were questionable, given her voracious appetite, however, when she returns with the lunch you made for her today still sitting wholly untouched in her cute little lunchbox, you finally sit her down to ask about it.
Her response is far from what you expected, "My friend's papa made extra lunch so we could both have something yummy to eat!"
You press your lips together to hide your amusement as you teasingly inquire, "Oh? Is that so? And I guess that means mama's food isn't so yummy after all."
Her eyes widen in dismay and mouth opens in an immediate denial that you know would be a lie to soothe your feelings. Even at such a young age, your beautiful baby girl is truly a kind and compassionate soul, she would dutifully eat anything you prepared no matter how lacking the meal might be and never utter a word to tell you the obvious truth.
Before she can manage to find the right words to faithfully express how much she loves your cooking, you lean in to kiss her on the forehead and pull back with a laugh, gathering her in your arms for a warm hug. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry I can't make you the food you deserve. But please don't ever feel the need to say otherwise to spare my feeling, okay? You should always be honest about what you like or don't like."
Her little arms find their way around you as she snuggles in, voice soft and words like a wise, old soul when she denies, "But your food is made with so much love mama. Zumi says some people are just better at other things. We both think you make the best yummies."
"The best yummies, hm?" You think about the various baked goods you add in to balance out for the healthy but tasteless lunches you're able to prepare.
They are indeed good, but baking has always been something that comes more naturally to you than cooking. An interesting distinction not many people might accept, but for you the former has always been an effortless science whereas the latter is more of a difficult art.
"Well I'm really glad you like those, but we do need to figure out what to do so you're not picking at your friends' food or going hungry."
She pulls back to send a serious look your way, exclaiming, "But I'm not picking at it, I promise. Zumi said her papa made extra just for me!"
You take a moment to consider her words. She made a similar implication in her earlier statement, that her friend's dad had made extra for them both. What does that mean? Did his daughter ask him to because she was sharing her food with Reina? Or did he somehow grasp the situation and is simply being generous?
A warm burn threatens your cheeks as you consider the awkwardness of accepting such a gesture from a complete stranger. While you appreciate the kindness of Reina's friend and her dad, it still somehow feels like a terrible imposition, as if you've burdened them somehow with your lack of skills to keep your child happily fed.
It's not like you can't cook good, healthy food. You're just painfully aware how bland the food you make can be, unless you spend three times the amount of time as anyone else would need to in order to prepare similar meals. But... studying the smile that's on your daughter's face, you can't help the twinge in your heart that reminds you how much more her happiness is worth than your pride.
You won't assume this will be a daily occurrence and you'll continue to make your daughters lunches so she never goes without, however, it'll be no extra trouble for you to make double the batch of baked goods than usual. After all, you usually account for the fact that she'll be sharing with friends and classmates anyways.
However, you're now determined there will be enough delicious snacks for Reina to share not only around at school, but also some treats for her sweet friend Izumi to take home for her generous parents. Perhaps, you think, it might be prudent to include a short message, thanking the man for his thoughtful effort.
Silent gratitude isn't very much to anyone ~ (So I hope you and your family will accept these.) Thank you for your kindness, Miya-san.
Osamu blinks, unaware of the small smile that curves his lips as he reads the delicate, handwritten note carefully wrapped around one of the cupcakes Izumi brought back home today. There are only three of the original twelve left, apparently, but the one he's just bitten into is as incredible as expected.
If he's correct in his assumption from the note addressed directly to him and included with today's delightful treats, then the little girl's mother has picked up on his small action and is returning the gesture to convey her thanks. The thought is confirmed by his daughter explaining that one of each of the three cupcakes is for their family.
Three for their family? Hm. Well, it's just him and Zumi, but he's sure his brother will be all over the remaining offering when he visits tonight. If there's any left for him that is. Probably won't be, it's really just that good and anyways, he doesn't need Atsumu nosing his way into this simple exchange as it is.
The following day, Friday morning, Samu pens back his own note, assuring the woman that no thanks is necessary. There's no reason for her to express her gratitude over what's really such a simple action for him.
That evening, he and Zumi enjoy some quality mochi delivered in a white, rectangular box with a pretty decently hand-drawn background scene at a spring festival on the cover. Two little girls, one that looks remarkably like his daughter and the other like her best friend, hold hands in the centre of the street dressed in traditional yukata and sharing a box of what he assumes is mochi.
As they much into the chewy treats, he watches and listens as his daughter points out the bright colours she and her friend chose to fill into what was apparently initially a blank canvas for them to colour on. Her delight at having a pink and grey yukata, even if only in a drawing, prompting him to make a mental note about looking into the clothing and any upcoming festivals.
Osamu makes a point of saving the box, childlike scribbles over the simple sketch leaving a warm feeling in his chest and a slightly wider smile gracing his mouth.
The response he receives the Monday evening (from his penned message the Friday before) is enough to prompt a full smirk that, this time, doesn't go unnoticed by him. The woman showed an interesting sense of humour and gracious acceptance with the first cupcake note. Then, a sweet and thoughtful disposition with the drawing included as part of the soft treat for the girls Friday.
But now, Samu sees a challenging firmness in her reply to his easy brush off of her thanks, delicate lines yet again adorning the small card carefully tucked into a pretty red ribbon that's tied around and decorating another white, rectangular box.
Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it ~ So please accept this gift without concern.
Sitting inside are four differently coloured, rounded treats that look familiar but he can't place off the top of his head. A quick search identifies the delicate confections as macarons, the colorful delights an absolute wonder as the airy crunch of the top and bottom shells simultaneously give way to a firm filling with the first bite, the sweet flavour almost dissolving on his tongue.
He and Zumi finish the box off in minutes, three of each flavour included to a total of four different flavours, so both he and his daughter each get seconds of their respective favourites.
The next morning, filled with anticipation at what new surprises you might include with the goods you send today, he's fully aware of the grin that stretches his face as he writes out a note of his own for you to receive later this evening.
The macarons were inspiring. Izumi and I definitely won't turn away any gifts you'd like to send our way. I wonder... what other surprises do you have up your sleeve? I sent a little something your way to inspire you too. - M. Osamu
The neatly written note returned, once again, on the back of the small rectangular card you'd last sent, brings a warm smile to your face. The various onigiri that came along with it, apparently with specific instructions communicated from Izumi to Reina that today's additional quantity is set aside for you specifically, stretches the amused curl of your lips into a delighted grin.
You split each of the four different types of rice balls with your daughter, listening to her input on the delicious food as she points out her order of most to least favourite. Although there's not a single one you wouldn't eat on any given day if given the choice, the food is simply divine.
Your note the following day is a compliment to the chef, with a cheeky inquiry as to what deities one must pray to in order to make food like that. His response is a swift rebuttal asking what cruel gods bless some with the skills to cook but others with the skills to bake, ironically echoing your own thoughts from the previous week.
So goes the back and forth for weeks, notes getting cuter, sassier, and more personal as jokes, challenges, and encouragements alike are enclosed among the lunches of two excited little girls, their own bond strengthening with this unique camaraderie between their parents, until you feel the peculiar sense that you know the man on the other end, without ever even having actually met him.
Then, one day, three weeks into the first exchange, you receive a note that makes your heart beat in your throat at the unspoken challenge which raises the stakes of the now familiar routine. It's a simple response to your unassuming request for the onigiri recipes you initially received as the first returned delight, a meal you and Reina have been craving since the first taste.
I can do one better and teach you. xxx-xxx-xxxx. - Osamu
There's no reason to be shy or hesitant, is there? After all, it's a kind offer that will only serve you and Reina well with your future attempts at her lunches. You can't count on Miya Osamu's kindness forever.
Fingers still shaking, you dial the number enclosed within and find the call picked up before the first ring even finishes.
"I wasn't sure ya'd actually call."
Oh, wow, that's a voice to melt hearts alright. You're still smiling as you immediately reply in beat, with the easy familiarity of your shared repartee over the last few weeks, "With an offer like that, how could I not?"
He's quiet for a second and you start to lose your smile, suddenly worrying that perhaps you've acted too familiarly with a man that's all but a stranger and offended him. But his next words, slowly expelled in a lazy but thoughtful drawl, have your heart beating fast for an entirely different reason, "I had a feeling ya'd sound as pretty as ya write."
Now you're the one that's silent but it's entirely because you're at a loss for words, this quietly charming man having stolen them right from the tip of your tongue.
A low chuckle breaks what you realized was actually somehow still a remarkably comfortable silence and then his delicious voice reaches you again, "I hope I didn't scare ya voice away. It'd be a shame now that I've only just heard it."
Okay so he's maybe much more of a flirt than the subtle hints you'd noticed over the notes, but then again, they were delivered through your daughters as messengers so it would be reasonable he would have toned it down. Then again, what kind of man flirts with a woman he's never met previously? He doesn't even know what you look like. Have you captured his interest solely through your mutual correspondence?
You almost snort, catching your thoughts and feeling like you're the main character to some historical romance. Maybe during a world war era. Mutual correspondence. Right. What are you even thinking? He's got you flustered already.
"Funny. I would never have imagined you would sound so pretty from the way you write." You're tempted to arch an eyebrow with your audible smirk but then you remember that it's not like he can see it.
"Ya think my voice is pretty, do ya?" His tone is full with soft satisfaction, "Maybe ya can tell me if it's better in person."
"And here I thought the offer on the table was for learning a delicious recipe."
You swear you hear the smile in his response, "Sounds like yer in either way."
"Sounds like I am." You concede in mock resignation but you're painfully aware that your words and following sigh sound more like a promise.
You and Reina find the charming storefront quite easily from Samu's instructions. It's finally the weekend, several days since your first call with him, and your handwritten notes have now upgraded into convenient, daily text messages.
He's definitely confident and teasing but not quite the overt flirt you briefly considered he might be from a few days ago. In fact, he's more calm and grounded, even if he can be a smooth talker, but you've quickly found that what came across as flirtatious was actually just him being honestly direct. Which is both exciting and flattering enough to make you nervous for this first real meeting today.
A soft chime sounds as you open the door to usher Reina through before following her in yourself. The first thing your eyes land on is a small girl running to your daughter like a heat seeking missile and the two collide in an adorably sweet hug, somehow understanding each other while seemingly talking simultaneously.
With a small smile on your face, you take a moment to survey your surroundings and find your bearings in this unfamiliar space. It's not an overly large area, focusing more on a cozy, comfortable atmosphere emphasized by the deliciously welcoming smell of various foods that make you feel right at home.
Your eyes run over the bar with stools lined against it before you do a double take, finally noticing the dark haired man that's leaning with his arms crossed against a door frame beyond it, watching as you examined his space.
He must be able to tell he's slightly startled you as an amused smile stretches his lips and he dips his head ever so slightly in greeting. "Welcome to Onigiri Miya."
"Thank you for inviting us, Miya-san." You bite your lip at your automatic formality, already certain what he's going to say next.
And he doesn't disappoint, eyebrow arching as he uncrosses his arms and, finally, steadily makes his way towards you, "I already told ya to call me Osamu. Or Samu."
Now you're smiling again because the situation is definitely out of the ordinary, the level of familiarity you feel with a man you're seeing for the first time can only be considered unusual. You take a moment to study him as he stops just before you, tall build with broad shoulders and a handsome face that looks like it belongs on a heartbreaker not a homemaker.
Your fingers itch to push back the locks of his hair peeking out from under his dark cap and falling over on side of his forehead, if only to have an excuse to run your hands through it. But that's definitely not appropriate no matter how comfortable you might already feel with this easygoing man.
"Right... Osamu, then. And of course, you can call me Y/n."
"Yer name and looks suit ya, just like yer voice and handwriting." He's got a small smile on his own face now and you're not sure if he's aware he basically just called you pretty. He doesn't really seem to do this on purpose, from what you've gathered.
You beam at him regardless and volley back, "Well, I can say the same for you too."
And for a brief second, that small smile splits into a quick grin that stutters the already erratic beat of your heart. Oh yes, this man is certifiably lethal in all the best ways.
"I'm happy to hear it. Now, let's sit ya down with the girls while I grab some things."
Izumi has already led Reina to a table by the window and Osamu gestures their way as he moves to lock the door behind where you came in and then moves off to the kitchen behind the bar again.
You notice with a little apprehension that the girls are sitting next to each other on one side of the booth still giddily talking together (although not over each other anymore) about friends and weekend plans and such, but you're not going to be the anxious oddball that separates them for seemingly no reason. Even if you're already sure of the overthinking you'll be doing at the thought of Samu sitting next to you in the booth.
He doesn't seem to think about it at all as he easily slides in, smoothly setting a plate and a tray with cups, glasses and a couple pitchers on the table just as you feel the left side of his body line up against your right. Okay, yeah, because this is totally normal for you. Not.
You hope neither he and especially not either of the kids can tell you're flustered, even as you feel the heat creep up your neck and flirt with your cheeks. Yup, normal day, normal day. Just a regular day with a new friend.
"Here ya go." You just hold yourself back from jumping when he hands you a cup from the tray and then leans over to pour what looks and smells like tea from one of the pitchers. If you're not going crazy, he's pressed even more against you for those long seconds, completely in your space even if it's not unwelcome.
He either knows exactly what he's doing or he's just one of those people that's never paid mind to polite social norms and rules of conduct that many prefer. While you're calming yourself down, he's already poured the girls juice from the second pitcher into their glasses and set out quarter plates in front of everyone.
You finally focus enough to take in the still steaming gyoza on the plate he'd placed down in the middle with confusion and ask, "I thought we would be making onigiri and eating it for lunch?"
"Of course, but I couldn't put ya to work on an empty stomach."
"Mhm." You give him a dubious look, you might have mentioned your early breakfast in one of your texts to him this morning, but you have a feeling that this is also an effort to make you and Reina feel comfortable in this space together instead of getting right into the cooking lessons planned for the day.
It's an incredibly thoughtful effort and that warm flush is threatening you again so you choose to tease him and deflect instead, "Somehow, I feel it's more about your empty stomach but okay, let's go with your version instead."
You lose the fight with the flush and flutters when he chuckles at your sassy retort, especially since you literally feel the vibrations melt from his body and into yours with the way he's still somewhat pressed into you. Does the man not have enough space in his own booth? Actually... you notice you can move closer to the window yourself since there's quite a bit of space on your side too but, then again, it would be a little obvious to shift now.
The girls pick up the fried dumplings by hand with happy exclamations as they bite right into theirs, you and Osamu following suit but not before placing another two on the plates in front of each of them and then splitting the remaining ones between you.
With a dip into the soy and vinegar sauce (chili excluded for the girls), you quickly bite into the first one and savour the sudden burst of flavour in your mouth. Oh wow, yes, this is exactly what your cooking is missing. This addictive, tasteful quality that makes you want multiple helpings of whatever's being served.
With a glance from the corner of your eye to the right, you meet Osamu's eyes studying your reaction and decide to ask the question on your mind, "You made these yourself right?"
"I did."
"Okay, they're hands down the best gyoza I've ever had." You compliment him genuinely before giving in to the urge to tease him yet again because the flutters are back, if they ever even left, and you can't have him knowing just how much he affects you, "But who ever heard of serving gyoza in an onigiri shop?"
He must catch the light, teasing tone because he just smirks and throws right back, "Well if they're as good as ya say, maybe I should expand the menu."
"Oh no, don't do that!" You laugh with wide eyes, "Then Reina and I will never find space when we try to come back here during regular hours! Actually, I'm sure you're already always packed, hm?"
"Some days and times less than others, but there will always be space for the two of ya whenever ya want to visit again."
Oh yeah, it's a losing battle, the flutters are a full on tsunami of feelings now. Just push it away and chill. But then he adds, "And I can teach ya this recipe too. Anytime there's something ya like or want to try, just let me know. I'm sure we can make an amazing cook outta ya yet."
Your mouth drops open followed by your blurted question, "Why are you helping me so much? I'm sure this is a lot of time and effort for you too."
You hear the girls' conversation pause as they pick up on some subtle change in either your body language or demeanour, but Osamu's calm eyes just meet your wide ones, his lips sliding into a soft smile, as he simply answers, "Because I like ya."
You feel like you're back in grade school because you want to ask if he means that he 'like' likes you or just... likes you. But there's no way you're going to ask that question, not only because it feels a bit asinine but because that's not a conversation to start in front of both of your daughters.
You look over to the girls who are watching with beaming smiles, maybe happy their parents are good friends just like the two of them, and you return their wide grins with a reassuring one of your own before looking back into steady grey eyes. "Well, I really appreciate your help. Thank you, Osamu."
"I'd say no thanks needed, but I've been down that road before." Another quick, heart-stopping grin graces his face, this one almost as roguish as his tone is playful. He's definitely referring to your initial correspondence when you made a firm point against his initial brush off, as if his actions in making extra lunch for your daughter to enjoy wasn't incredibly thoughtful and certainly out of his way.
"Well you certainly catch on quick. Let's just hope I can say the same." Your playful smile turns into a grimace at the thought of how difficult it might be to actually improve your skills. Maybe it's just a question of talent? Maybe you're just never going to be able to reproduce food like him.
But he glances over to catch your frown just in time and reassures, "I know what I'm doing. Soon enough, you will too. Just say you'll keep supplying me and Zumi with yer baking every once in a while when ya don't need us anymore."
You know he's probably joking with the last part but you hadn't planned on stopping. You love to share the goodies you bake with the people in your and Reina's life, it makes the two of you pretty happy so you're sure Izumi and Osamu will be able continue enjoying your baked goods to their heart's content.
"Izumi will definitely get her share of sweets and snacks every day." You send a smile her way when she hears you and bounces excitedly in her seat but then you force yourself to drop it and face Osamu with a challenging look instead, "But you... well, I guess we'll have to wait and if you're as good as you say and maybe then you can get some too."
He places a closed hand to his chest as if he's been struck, the girls laughing at his overdramatic reaction, but his widening smile gives him away. You look at each other for a suspended moment, with shared amusement but also the teasing heat of something else reflected in his achromatic eyes, which makes you certain he picked up on the unintended double entendre in your words.
"Sounds like a promise." Then with an arched eyebrow at the empty plates and cups in front of everyone, Samu asks, "So shall we get started?"
You agree, helping him clean up the table and he takes the opportunity to help you and Reina familiarize yourselves with the kitchen. The rest of the afternoon is spent in an equally easy cadence as he does indeed walk you through the steps of making his recipes, flavours included.
He starts with the simplest option, yaki onigiri, which is just fried rice shaped in a triangle or oval, and then demonstrates how to make and add a few of your and Reina's favourite fillings in to change and enhance the flavour. The girls enjoy making their own mini rice balls alongside the two of you and the time flies until you're all back at the table and having the onigiri you've just made for lunch.
You can't deny there's an improvement already but your little rice balls are still nowhere near the level of skill and flavour of Osamu's, even though he and the girls all assure you that you've done a great job. You accept their compliments with a smile and the determination to keep at it on your own time until you improve even further because Reina deserves better than even this.
By the time you finish eating, the girls are unsurprisingly tired out and choose to stay at the table to watch a Disney movie with Izumi's iPad. You can't help but smile in amusement while watching Osamu grab the thing from behind the bar, tapping away on the clunky looking device which is perfect for Izumi with a thick, pink rubber cover protecting it from grade-schooler level damage.
After the movie's been set up for the two worn out little munchkins, you and Osamu head back into the kitchen for him to show you how to make the gyoza and the next hour slips away with more teasing jokes, increasingly heated looks, and slightly bolder touches.
You can close your eyes and now know the feel of Osamu's hands on yours, demonstrating how to properly fold and pleat the wrappers. You can still feel the heat of his chest brush your back from when he leaned around you to pick up an empty bowl to place in the sink, and you're pondering on what feels like a heated brand on your hip where he lightly curved one hand to shift you over.
You can't deny your attraction to the man, a slow fall that you should have seen coming from the excitement of receiving his words every day until you were eagerly expecting the notes, to this first meeting where he's everything you expected from reading between his lines and even more.
Since the girls are pretty much full, you and Osamu clean off the new batch of gyoza between the both of you - him more than you, which you tease him about again. All the while, you're panicking about this new realization of your feelings, given that you're seriously crushing on a man who might only mean to help as a newfound friend and maybe you're the one reading too much into his interactions.
It's not until you've helped him clean up, collected the girls, and are watching him lock up the shop that you get some semblance of an answer.
"Thank you again Osamu. This was not only very instructive but Reina and I had a great time today."
He's holding Izumi's small hand in his, similar to Reina's in yours, and his other hand stretches up to rub at the back of his head, his arm bent at the elbow. When he speaks, it's not a direct response to your gratitude but a question instead, sounding somewhat unsure himself for the first time today, "How about next time we have a date that's more fun than instructive?"
Your jaw almost drops in surprise but you quickly collect yourself because he's still looking a little worried, maybe because he thinks he's overstepping by calling this a date or maybe because he's not sure you'll want another one even if you do accept that.
Your smile is quick to light up your face and, with a light squeeze from Reina's hand to yours accompanied by her and Izumi's giggles, you happily reply, "Just let me know when and where, and it's a date."
He grins again, the third time today your heart stops at what you're sure is usually a rarer sight since bodies aren't always dropping to the ground around him (that you've heard of). "I think I might already have something in mind."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, but let me look into it and get back to ya."
"Sounds like a promise."
With your final reply, a borrowed echo of his words to serve as a temporary goodbye, you and Reina split away from Izumi and Osamu. Heading for your car with once last look behind you, you're pleasantly unsurprised to find a flash of gunmetal grey also glancing back your way. Later that night, finished with your and Reina's joint skincare routine and having tucked her into bed, you find the expected message waiting for you.
A/N: Okay wow I had SO much fun with this one! I hope you all do too <3 It's not triple edited per usual so please do let me know if you catch any errors or issues. No promises but probably dropping Atsumu’s First Meeting next ;)
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Render Your Heart | J.Jaehyun
(Jaehyun’s Tattoo Edit - @rrregan) Summary: Growing up beside your brother’s best friend forces you to keep your crush a secret. But who knew, the way you’d expose yourself was when you asked for help from a dropout high school student. When your lie of an excuse gets caught and your long time dream becomes a reality. Careful though, don’t get caught.
Genre: smuT Pairing: bad boy!Jaehyun x reader (ft Taeyong big bro) Word count: 5.8k
Warning: Jaehyun has tattoos (sleeves, chest), hard dom!Jaehyun, fingering, rough, orgasm denial, dirty talk, explicit content, wet and messy sex, begging, orgasm control, spanking, humiliation, praise, punishment, teasing, nipple play, cum licking/swallowing, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, marking, cock worship, blowjob, throat fucking, hair pulling, gagging (on cock), cum swallowing i think i said that, rough sex, cockwarming, belly bulge, thrill sex? risk of getting caught, safe systems because that is very important to have, also safe sex please this isn't something you should follow
a/n: Yeet. I drank 2L of water writing this. Also thank you @hyuckiesgf for helping me read thru this <3. _____
“Y/N?”
He slowly slides the paperwork off your lap, exposing your legs in the short skirt you’re wearing, the almost non-existent breeze from the fan now hitting your skin, leaving you feeling very naked. His arm swings across your shoulder, closing the gap between the two of you sitting side by side against the couch.
“Y-yes?” You stutter out, your head turning to see his hand resting so close to your face.
“So why don't you tell me what you really want?"
You gulp down the saliva forming in your throat as you watch his hand fall to your legs, the veins from his wrist bulging out as he gently squeezes your thigh for a response. “Hmm? What are you talking about?"
His left hand creeps up your skin, sliding up the inside of your thigh as he tip toes up your skin, tracing his fingers very softly, gliding closer to the hem of your skirt, “You want me to believe you called a high school drop out for help, on a university assignment?”
His hand climbs closer to the inside of your thigh, and the background noise coming from the TV is no longer audible to you. Your figure frozen suddenly, feeling all the tiny details of his touch, the texture of his fingertips, trailing along the inside of your thigh, going up and then back down, moving around in an eight pattern.
“Why’d you call me over?” He murmurs, his eyes focused on your parted lips, watching as they fall open slightly.
“I-I wait – hold on.” Your mind runs in a mess as you stutter out a random string of words in an attempt to think.
The hand on your thigh suddenly halts, no longer gently squeezing and fluttering along your skin. “I’m waiting?”
You realise the nerves from your stomach, from the touch in your thighs, from the dim lighting in the midnight timing, were all connected directly to your pussy. His touch, causing your pussy to self-lubricate and swell at its own volition, in strict disobedience to your control.
“It’s not what you think.” You mumble.
“Is it not?” He whispers, flipping himself to face you. His free arm flies to the back of the couch, using it to support his weight as he leans forward, keeping you encircled by his body. Your eyes glance over to the side, following the abstract shapes tracing up his forearm. The simple black tee rising higher up his arm, exposing his pale skin – mostly obscured by the smooth paintings in ink that wind up his biceps. “What are you staring at baby?”
Abruptly, your breath hitches, your pussy simultaneously releasing a gush of wetness at the nickname, the darkness of his eyes staring down at you. His fingers press against the damp spot in your panties as his breath goes to the crook of your neck. Your cry of alarm being quickly muffled as you bite down on your tongue in resistance. His breath tickles your neck and your hands clench onto the sheet of paper you’re holding, scrunching it up unknowingly.
“Should I stop?” Jaehyun removes his face away from your side, moving to face you, letting his gaze fall on your lips.
Your mind spins around in circles as the inner conflict begins. The two of you had always flirted but took nothing seriously, not wanting to mess up the relationship he had with your brother. Taeyong would also never approve of it, his own wish was for you to find a more responsible guy who didn't have so many bad influences. Which was also hypocritical considering his own nature.
Jaehyun watches as your eyes flutter shut, your body involuntarily moving up for a stronger presence of his touch. He follows along smirking, deciding to press a little harder as he finds your sensitive clit.
“Fu-ckkk” You draw out, your body sinking deeper into the couch.
He towers over you, his shoulders squared and blocking your view from anything behind him. His dark eyes sweep over you, his gaze trailing from where his finger presses, up to your naturally pink lips before he lets out a low, deep, exhale of desire.
“Can I continue?” He whispers, leaving a soft kiss at the corner of your jaw.
Your hand still holding onto the paperwork is now crushed, the sheet mushed into a ball as you dig your fingers into it. Your other hand leaves the couch, reaching out to his chest, flattening weakly against his muscles. “Jae- th-this, fuck, we ca-cant do this.”
“Why not?” He pauses for a few seconds, waiting for an answer, but nothing forms out of your mouth, only the lifting of your hips to meet his touch yet again.
His drawn back to your clit when you can’t respond, gently pinching at it through the fabric as you let out a stifled moan. Your palm weakens against his chest as your strength drains from your body, achieving nothing. You may as well try pushing a whole truck instead. Jaehyun wasn’t budging, his muscle and strength, his chest and shoulders, alarmingly hard. And truth be told, you weren’t trying to get him off.
You knew you were slipping, losing your grip on your rationality as you moan out again feeling his fingers tease your clit through the thin material of your underwear. As your body relaxes into the couch, your skirt slides up, revealing the little amount of skin left unseen, all the way to your panties. His weight is still barely on you but his leg wedges between your knees as he kisses closer to your parted mouth.
“What about my brother?” You stutter out, your eyes squeezed shut at the sudden contact.
Jaehyun’s lips brushes against yours, forming a smirk after hearing your words, “Taeyong? He won’t know,” he places a soft peck, “unless you tell him.”
It sounded safe right? Jaehyun wouldn't tell him and there’s no way you ever would. You nod along to your thoughts, but within the next second, Jaehyun is devouring your lips. His hand which previously laid against the couch, now cupping your cheek as his other hand continues to rub you through your panties.
Your arousal grows as you realise how screwed you were if Taeyong saw this, how you probably looked so helpless pinned underneath his best friend’s figure. Jaehyun continues, both stimulating you and checking the level of your arousal. The ripples of lewd, mind numbing pleasure racing through your body making you panic, as you constantly try to detect the sound of the shower in the background. Waiting for it to stop and for Taeyong to come trampling through the scene. Your pussy was oozing and throbbing, obeying his fingers and his crushing desire as you panicked for your life.
You had yearned for his touch and sensation and savagery, and he was giving it to you, just like you had imagined it, and you felt herself melting under his assault. Your cries diminishing and becoming more like beseeching moans as he slips his fingers under your panties, parting it to find your slit.
“Fuck your so wet for me.” He groans, pausing in between your frenzied kiss. There’s only the sound of your soft gasps for breaths against the wet kisses before you realise there’s no other noise.
“Jae the showers stopped.” You mumble against his lips, bringing both your hands to his chest, pushing him back only slightly.
“Then we should hurry, shouldn't we?” The frantic moan that escapes your lips are left to mean anything: fear, urgency, or imploring lust, desperate to relieve the tension in your lower stomach.
You begin to whine and whimper into his mouth, begging him to hurry before you’d be forced to stop in order to spare your life and what little dignity left you had in front of your brother, but Jaehyun continues to take his time.
“Jae-” Your rational mind tries to tell you that if he was going to keep this up, you might come, that you may lose all your self-respect to the combination of his touch, your helplessness and the thrilling shame of being so close to danger. What is he going to think of me? If he knew this rough treatment, this anxious feeling of being caught, can make me climax? What would he say?
However, the low groans coming from Jaehyun as he plays with you, teasing your entrance, was begging you to forget everything. The humiliation that was increasing seeming to connect directly to the spot between your legs as you felt your pussy spasm desperately, sucking on empty air, aching for something as he slides across the moisture.
As you move your body up, desperately for his finger to enter, Jaehyun stops moving, pulling back his face so you see his eyes clearly. “Stop grinding your hips at me,” he growls, “you’re going to make me cum.”
Your pussy clenches involuntarily at his words, releasing another gush of wetness. “Isn’t that the point?” you stutter, your body deflating a little against the couch, dropping your hips which were previously moving in line with his hand.
“Not right now.”
Before your able to ask what he means, his weight is off you, immediately leaving the couch in search for something. You stay seated, dazed in confusion as he picks up the scattered paperwork on the floor placing it neatly on the coffee table.
“Grab your jacket.” He tells you.
“Why?” you ask, your mind still in a muddled mess.
“We’re going out.”
As you hear the knob of the bathroom door handle fumble, you quickly bring down your skirt, hurriedly standing up and pretending to be busy. Taeyong walks out with a towel in his hand, his eyes glancing between the two of you as he ruffles his wet hair.
“Where are you guys going?” He asks, having heard the last spoken sentence.
Jaehyun throws on his beaten leather jacket, letting it hang loosely over his frame, “You never taught her how to change a flat tire?”
“U-uh no? Was I meant to?” Taeyong asks, confused at the sudden topic.
“Well now I have to.” Your eyes dart over to Jaehyun, meeting his gaze as he signals you to follow along.
“It’s cold and dark outside” Taeyong shrugs, clearly unbothered by whatever was going through his best friend’s mind, “but whatever, suit yourself.”
Jaehyun grabs you by your wrist as you trail along. The sudden change in temperature instantly hits you as you step out the front door. He doesn't say anything but you peek around his body which leads you, waiting for him to glance back at you and say something. But he doesn't.
“Where are we going?” you ask, having to jog slightly to keep up with his strides.
“To finish what we started,” he simply replies.
***
There’s no hesitation left as he unlocks the front door to his apartment - so conveniently located in the apartment building next to yours. His jacket is shrugged off before you’ve even had a chance to slip off your shoes, the front door slamming shut automatically by its weight. Your core flutters as you notice the sound of just your heavy breathing, trying to remain calm.
“Why are you acting so shy suddenly?”
You look over at him, removing your gaze from your feet to look over, gulping as you see he had also removed his shirt within the little time you had just entered, “I’m not.”
He chuckles at your confident reply, gesturing you to come over, “It’s not like this is your first time over.”
“Well it’s my first time coming over for something like this.”
“Like what?” He asks amusingly.
“You know what I mean.” You mutter, your feet dragging you closer to him so your standing just inches apart. He holds a smug expression on his face as you’re forced to look up at him to match his gaze.
“Mmmm I don't think I do,” he murmurs, bringing your hands around his neck, making you stand on your toes to reach comfortably around his height.
“Asshole,” you mumble, breaking his gaze. You stumble back a little as your hands leave his neck, realising how close you’re standing.
Jaehyun wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you steady, “Be careful.”
The pull closer towards him brings you face to face with his inked skin and your attention goes to the patterns in front of your eyes. Your eyes follow the delicate shapes and lines along his shoulder which start from around his collarbone, down to the centre of his chest where the tattoo meets to form a flower. You can’t help but imagine how he’d look if he was entirely covered, the gap between the inks being marked by you. What you’d do to suck on his skin and mark it yourself.
“You can touch them Y/N, they don’t hurt” he chuckles, watching your eyes waver.
You shut him up when the contact of your lips brush against his skin, softly sucking at the vines on his collar, then trailing your tongue towards the ink down the middle of his chest. You bring your attention back to the clear patches of skin around his collar, deciding it’d look better with some of your artistic touches.
“Fuck,” Jaehyun hisses as you teasingly graze along his flesh before biting at it softly. The hand around your waist tightens and you can feel his nails digging into your skin. His free hand slides up underneath your shirt, between your closed bodies. You nip and suck at the uninked patch, moving your head back every so often to see the dark colour forming a mark.
His hands leave their spots, deciding to remove your shirt and you help him, guiding the fabric over your head, exposing your bra, and then your naked midriff as you feel the pulse in your throat beating in a growing excitement.
"Mmm... Beautiful. Just fucking beautiful" he hums. You feel yourself blush, heat rising at his approval. It was insane to you, and without reason, but you desperately wanted to please him. "Baby, I could fuck you all night long and not get tired," He grabs at your breasts, going at them hungrily as he begins to kiss and pluck at your nipple with his lips through the sheer fabric of your bra.
“Please,” you mewl, weak from pleasure. His hands cup your breasts as he gently pushes you backwards, until your back hits a wall and he stands looming over you.
"Mmm..." he grabs your bra, pulling it up over your breasts, then attacks them with a vengeance, sucking, licking, squeezing one while he devours the other. His need and passion so intense, so overwhelming you can hardly breathe.
He lets go of your breast and his right hand goes back under your skirt, finding your soaked panties and pushing the crotch aside. He pushes his finger into you and you cry out, arching up against the wall as you try and support your weight. Your legs spreading eagerly as the sloppy sound of his fingers filled the room.
"Please," you whisper, "Please..." He fingers you till you feel yourself start to bear down the looming orgasm and then he stops suddenly.
You watch as his hand flies to his zipper, your breath hitching as you gaze at the bulge straining against the thin material of his jeans. He catches your gaze and decides to move slower. He moves with excruciating ministrations, his fingers gliding over the waistband as he undoes the first button before sliding the zipper down. Through lust hazed eyes you watch as Jaehyun strokes his cock, covered by the thin material of his boxers, the fabric stretched for release. Eventually, he kicks of his jeans, the more apparent tent now restrained only by a single layer.
“Eyes up princess,” He smirks, watching your eyes flicker back up to him. You reach down desperately, wanting to touch him. Jaehyun grabs your arm, pulling you back as he finally removes the last layer, letting his cock spring free, hard and angry, arching up in its full arousal, erect and proud. The moment you see his entire length you let out a low moan.
“I just want to touch it,” you whine, freeing yourself from his grasp.
“You can,” he pushes your shoulders down gently and you immediately sink to the floor in eager when you realise what he’s implying. “Show me what a hot little cock-sucker you are and get me good and hard, baby. Good and hard.” He takes a handful of your hair and pulls you closer, his other hand holding his dick up like a weapon, aimed directly at your mouth.
The sticky velvet head of his dick presses against your lips and you can smell him, the scent of soap and denim and male sexual musk. You lean forward at the sight just as his heavy cock slaps against your lips and you obediently open your mouth, taking him inside.
He exhales a grunt of excitement and you feel his hands in your hair, pushing your head down impatiently as he lifts his hips and thrusts himself into you. His cock slides into your mouth and fills you: hot, thick, and pulsing with life, and you hear him groan in animal pleasure as you sink down on his thick hardness.
Your lips suddenly turning wildly sensitive as he tugs at the strands in your hair, grabbing your head and fucking his cock into your mouth, pushing the fallen strands of hair out of your face so he can see you getting fucked.
"Fuck!" he moans. "Oh fuck!"
You continue sucking, slobbering, pushing your head onto him and pumping, pausing only to slurp up the streams of saliva that poured from your mouth and down his shaft. You can hear your own guttural moans and sounds of obsequious sucking, and when your neck starts to ache and your lips grow tired, you just hold your head and mouth still, letting him use you, letting him thrust his angry cock into your throat and making you choke and gag.
"You're going to make me cum, baby!" he moans.
As the words leave his lips, you suck harder, jaw no longer slack, wanting him to cum in your mouth. But he wasn't ready to give it to you yet. He digs both his hands into your hair, prying you off as his cock pops out your mouth, slimed with spit and twitching with pre-orgasmic spasms. Jaehyun quickly grabs his cock, squeezing his length to stop his immanent ejaculation as you cry out in frustration.
“What are you doing?” you whine as Jaehyun leans down, wiping the substance off your lips. You were desperate for his cum in your mouth, and he was denying you.
“Not yet.” As his head rolls back, you continue to stare, watching him squeeze and clench his dick and the watery pre-cum roll down the angry purple head. You pounce on it, reaching forward to scoop it up in desperate need with a single swipe of your tongue, savouring its flavour before swallowing thickly.
“Fuck Y/N!” He yells, painfully sensitive and reacting instinctively by shielding his cock and pushing you away gently.
You barely move, your hands quickly falling to your side to keep your balance. If he wasn't going to let you have his cock, you were going to satisfy your oral need another way. You watch as his breaths become heavy, his own attempt of calming himself down. Your eyes are still glued to his cock, wrapped tightly around his hand as your gaze travels up his length, noticing his balls hanging in attetion.
Immediately, you crawl forward, ducking your head to come up from below as you lick and kiss at the hanging bottom, your wet lips running over them.
“Shit!” he moans, his hand squeezing tighter against himself as he watches you in shock. You were shocked yourself but you were more concerned about your eager need growing in the pit of your stomach. You slurp and suck gently at his cum filled balls, grabbing his cock from his hand as he lets go. “You’re such a bad girl.”
But as you begin to pump up his shaft, Jaehyun pulls you up by your upper arms, lifting you off the floor and picking you up into his chest. For a moment your mind goes blank, suddenly forgetting where you are.
It’s not until you feel the soft fabric of the bed sheets under your skin that you realise you’re in a different room. The dim light shining through his open bedroom curtains on your left and the reflection of your body in the mirror on your right.
Your arms climb to your chest, covering yourself in instinct as you notice him staring. “What is it?” you whisper.
“Why are you hiding them?” he asks, crawling up to your face, his hands at the side of your head.
“Because.”
“because what?” he asks, his breath reaching your lips.
“Because I want to,” you sass back. You can feel his body leaning against your crossed arms and you fight the urge to move.
“So much attitude,” he chuckles, attacking you with kisses. His tongue glides through your lips, meeting yours and his hands find your shoulder, pushing down lightly to keep you still beneath him. Your palms go to his back as his chest meets yours, bringing his body down closer to you in the midst of your kiss.
Jaehyun’s tongue is questing and inquisitive; learning the corners of your mouth with practiced flair, drawing sensual noises from you. Sounds you didn't know were capable of leaving you. Tentatively, you reach your arm up around the solid anchor of his arm and your rewarded with a deep growl of pleasure from your partner.
All you had now was need, this basic elemental need, and you wanted him to take you and do things to you. You wanted him to take everything you had to give, because nothing seemed of any value unless he wanted it. Jaehyun notices your change quickly as you fight back for power, your hands gliding to his chest, pushing him. You flip him over, rising onto your knees so you’re now straddling his lap. He makes no effort to stop your strength but continues to pull you close with his lips, waiting for whatever you wanted to do next.
But you pull away from him, the constant thought that plagued your mind being asked, “What happens after this?”
“What do you mean?” he asks, confused.
You sit up properly, his hands resting at your hips to keep you steady. You hesitate before responding, deciding between your words, “Is this just for fun?”
There’s a moment of silence, his eyes showing the gentler side of his emotions, “Do you want it to be?”
You pause for a second, weighing your options. Of course you wanted it to be more, you had fallen for Jaehyun the moment you saw him, but you were sure he only saw you as his best friend’s younger sister, “No.”
Jaehyun smiles at you, bringing your fallen strands of hair behind your ear, “Then let’s work something out.”
You feel his body shift and your suddenly thrown to your side, landing softly on the bed with a thud. In the dark room, you can hear him shuffling before his hand reaches for your skirt, tugging them down in a swift movement along with your underwear. You let out a squeal in surprise but he ignores it.
He walks over to the side of his bed, patting his lap as you crawl over to his side. He guides you over, placing you over his knee, your bottom naked under his hand as you shiver in anticipation.
“I think you know what’s about to happen baby,” he murmurs, stroking the back of your thighs. You let out a choked mumble, your ass clenching as you wait for the sound. “Didn't I tell you no before? I told you not to keep throat fucking my cock but you continued,” he hums, “and do you know what happens to those who don't listen?”
“What?” you squeak
“They get punished.” He squeezes your ass gently, watching it fill his palm, “Here’s how this works, red for stop, yellow for slow down and green for I’m okay.” He pauses, waiting for your response, “did you hear me princess?”
“Y-yes,” you stutter out, heart beating rapidly as you laid vulnerably over his knee.
His gaze darkens, as you respond, his voice coming out almost two octaves lower, “Repeat it Y/N.”
“Red stop, yellow for slow and green for okay,” you automatically reply.
“If anything’s uncomfortable tell me okay?” Jaehyun coaxes with a gentle whisper.
He draws his hand back and you close your eyes for what’s coming. The slap of his hand on your ass amazingly loud in the room, the sharp sting and burn immediately felt. You yelp at the contact, clenching your ass for the next slap to come.
“Count them for me baby.” He purrs, pausing for you to answer.
You let out a shaky breath, “One.”
Another slap comes. You draw in a breath, mumbling out the tally “Two.”
“Count them properly or we start again baby,” he warns.
And another, “Three.”
“Four.” The heat starts to sink into your pussy, radiating through your body.
“F-ive.”
“Maybe you should have listened to me?” he hums in response – another harsh spank following his words.
“Six.” you whine out, crying in pain. As each slap continues, the arrogance you had from earlier drifts further away, the sting of his slaps sinking into your pussy and causing your muscles to clench and clit to throb.
“Your ass fits so perfectly around my hand.” He praises, rubbing the skin delicately after the seventh spank. He shuffles back against the bed, sliding you over with him.
He grabs you by the arms again, lifting you up easily over him and lowering you down between his parted legs. You stare at his stiff cock so close to your entrance and your eyes widen as you watch him move.
“Time to do some work princess,” he orders, hands tightening around your waist.
“You want me to ride you?” You ask, unable to hide the hint of power you could feel rising in your chest.
“Don’t take that fucking attitude with me,” he warns, his hands digging in the side of your skin, “Or we’ll continue our counting.”
You didn't fight him, desperate for something to fill you below. Jaehyun had handled you so easily, like a doll, lifting you up and holding you by the arms, kissing you, nuzzling his face into your breasts as you arranged yourself around him. At the slight contact your pussy makes with the velvety head of his cock, you moan, wiggling your hips back and forth to work the head of his cock between your folds.
He holds you up, not letting you sink down any closer until you groan in frustration.
“Jae just let me!” you scream, frustrated as you claw at his hands holding your body up.
He chuckles in response, beginning to lower you and you feel yourself stretch and spread around his invading length. Then, he lets go of your arms, gripping onto your ass instead as you whimper out in pain from the soreness of before. But that was the least on your mind, finally feeling in charge of fucking him and taking him inside. Every movement of your hips has you taking his cock deep into your pussy and Jaehyun grunts in delight, his hands pulling your body deeper around him.
“Fuck such a tight little princess.” He groans. His cock is huge, and hard, and it split you painfully, but the pain was just what you wanted, the perfect price for the pleasure you desired. He pulls your body towards him, his hands bringing you to his lips around your neck. Jaehyun took advantage of your busy mind, slowing the kiss down, drawing the moment out until you were leaning heavily against him, dizzy.
Your pussy was melting, your juices running down his shaft in an obscene display of need but you were loving it, the wicked sense of control you now had, doling out his pleasure as he moans and gasps simultaneously as you sink down on his cock.
However, when you’re only still half-ready, he begins to thrust up impatiently into you, burying his cock into your hilt and you break your kiss to sob. He was filling you, packing you with his length as you gasp, leaning your forehead against his, feeling so totally fucked and consumed by him.
"Sit up” he growls, " I want to see my cock going into you."
You groan at the dirtiness of his words but obey, pulling yourself up as you watch his eyes flick down to where you see yourself stretch in a tight ring around him.
“So perfectly made for me,” he grunts as you slide down. Jaehyun brings your breasts in his hands, finding your nipples and rolling them between his fingers slowly, pinching and increasing the pressure till you gasp, your pussy spasming around him involuntarily. Your vaginal muscles clench from the immense size, making its long journey in and out of his now conquered territory. “Keep going princess, show me how much you want me,” he growls.
You rise up again, feeling the sweet suck of his cock leaving you, then push back down against him, filling yourself up, grinding to rub your clit against his shaft. Jaehyun moans, sighs, and grunts with pleasure as you continue in a working rhythm, starving to feel his hot release into your pussy. His fingers still tugging at your nipples, bounced in his hands as he bounced on him. But your body grows exhausted soon after your first climax, unable to keep up the same pace as before.
“Fuck I c-cant,” your voice trails off, your thighs weakening as your legs were giving out in support.
Jaehyun doesn't miss his cue, his hand reaching for your ass and the other for your neck as he flips you over, you’re back hitting the sheets with a soft thud in the midst of everything.
“I got you baby.” He whispers, his cock still buried in your pussy as he nudges between your legs. He doesn't move, waiting for you to regain your breath as he gently holds your legs against the sheets, helping you calm down the tremoring of your muscles. “What colour?” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“Greenish-yellow,” you mumble, “just give me a second.” Jaehyun hums in response, waiting patiently for your response as he holds still inside of you. He nuzzles against your hair. You take a few more moments, breathing deeply before you’re ready, “green.”
He takes no time in returning back to his movements. He pushes your knees up to your shoulders, fucking you hard, deep and with brutal passion. You grip onto the surrounding bed sheets, his full length of his cock sliding in and out of you faster and harder than you could’ve achieved by riding him.
Jaehyun buries his face into the arch of your throat, peppering kisses into your flesh as you gasp out for air with every thrust. His lips trail along the side of your collar before wrapping around the skin, lightly suckling at it. He tugs at the thin skin between his teeth and you feel the slight pang of pain as he bites down softly. Nevertheless, he continues – sucking and biting as many hickeys he can into your skin, gripping onto your opposite shoulder and tilting your head for further access to your neck.
“Your mine now, all mine,” he murmurs against your skin, “whose are you princess?”
“Yours,” you squeak, voice coming out at a higher pitch than usual.
You can feel the building tension, feeling his cock knocking against your hilt as you move, your stomach bulging with his length. You grasp at him, trying to reach for his bicep which holds your knees up, wanting to tell him you were close, but you couldn't move, couldn't say anything. You can only lie there with your mouth agape, eyes shut as he continues to dive in.
“Fuck I’m going to cum.” He groans. But you were already drowning in your own torrent of orgasm, crushed by the relentless fucking and his deep grunts. You feel his cock throb intensely inside you before it begins to spit hot waves of cum into you.
He continues to fuck you as you come, your pussy milking his cock as he shoots into you again and again, his face now buried against your breasts. He was still thrusting as you come down from your high, his member deflating but still insisting in sliding in and out on the slippery bed of your mixed juices. Slowly, you float back into reality, your body still uncontrollably spasms as the thick cloud of ecstasy still clouds your mind.
“Jae n-no more,” you whimper, feeling him retreat from your sensitive walls as the overstimulated pain and displeasure kick in. Jaehyun listens immediately, moving his weight from you so his hovering over your sweaty figure, your hair sticking to your forehead.
“No more baby,” he tells you, his hand skimming over your waist and then to your belly. He pushes down lightly and you feel a rush of cum leak out and trail down to your ass. He climbs off, panting still as he rolls over beside you, bringing in your exhausted figure to his chest. Your clammy skin and his comforting presence washes over you as he runs his large hands over your back soothingly, whispering loving words.
The ringtone of a phone from the bedroom floor snaps Jaehyun out of his trance, and when he tries to move you cling onto his arm. “Don’t go,” you whine.
“I’m just going to answer the phone,” he coos, “I’m not leaving.” He places a soft kiss on your forehead before climbing off the bed to search for the source of noise in the pile of your thrown off clothes.
The ringing finally stops and you watch as you make out the outline of Jaehyun’s shadow placing the phone against his ear.
“Hello?” Jaehyun doesn't say anything else for a while, just listening to the person on the other side of the call while he runs a hand through his hair. You throw your head back against the pillow and sink further into the scented bed sheets when you realise who the caller is, letting out a muffled groan. “We’re coming back now.” _____
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NSFW Alphabet (N-Z)
Part 1 | Part 2
The Falcon and The Winter Soldier
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Female! Reader
Summary: A-Z of just smut (and some fluff).
Word Count: 1324
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, minors DNI, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male/female receiving), masturbation (male/female), overstimulation, creampie, multiple orgasms, teasing, slight spanking, sex toys, cursing, language, mention of bodily fluids.
Authors Note: POSTING IN 2 PARTS! Because Tumblr won’t let you have more than 250 text blocks. Happy Birthday to Sam! I love how this turned out and I hope you all do too! Enjoy loves <3
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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He would never ever do something that would hurt you in any way, shape, or form.
He had told you countless times that if there ever was something you weren’t comfortable with in bed or something was hurting that you speak immediately.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
That man could live between your thighs if he had the chance. At every opportunity, he would search for your core to nuzzle his face in it and bring you earth-shattering after earth-shattering orgasm with his master tongue.
Sam was close to bringing you to a third orgasm in some random room at the party the two of you were attending.
His mouth was sinful as he sucked on your raw and abused clit for how long you didn't know. You lost track of time how long you've been spread out for him on some random surface as he was on his knees. The short dress you were wearing made it easy for him to have access to all of you.
“I-I don't th-think I can d-do one mo-more baby.”
“Just one more. Just one more for me.”
“Shouldn't we go back to the party? People must wonder where we are.”
“I don't care. I don't like the food there. This here is much better. Now cum for me one last time.”
He wouldn’t say no to an offer from you in sucking him off. He just wishes sometimes you would have picked a more appropriate time to do so.
“Her? Now?” Sam questioned as you were on your knees trying to undo his pants. The two of you were at a party, and you had gotten the sudden urge to feel him on your tongue, so desperate to taste him.
You had pushed him into some random small broom closet. The crowns of people outside having no idea what was going on just a few meters from them.
“Yes now. Do you not want me to?” You asked innocently as you grabbed his dick through his underwear. “N-no, I want to. Please keep going… fuck.”
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
If he’s been angry and frustrated that day, it’ll be more rough than usual. You could feel him take that little bit of frustration out on your body as he fucked you hard and fast from behind.
Not that you mind. It was terrible to admit, but you loved those times when he got home from his day a little angrier. Your thighs clenching together in knowledge that he would handle you roughly in bed.
Your head was buzzing as Sam fucked you into oblivion from behind. He had gotten home frustrated and in desperate need to release some steam. Your hands were gripping the sheets tightly in your palms to keep you grounded from his abusive thrusts.
His palm continuously left harsh slaps on your ass cheeks as he fucked you deeply into the mattress.
It didn't take long for both of you to release. His hands held a tight grip on your hips as he fucked you just a tad longer after the orgasm.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
If there really isn’t time for foreplay and exploring each other, he has nothing against a quickie if one of you is in a rush.
“We don’t have time for this Y/N! We need to leave in 10 minutes.”
“10 minutes is more than enough, Sam! We just need to be very quick.”
The rush to get his pants down as well as your underwear under the dress down was immense as you only had a few minutes to bring each other pleasure before you had to leave for the fancy gala both of you were attending.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He’s up for exploring new possibilities in bed if that’s what you want.
New positions, maybe some toys that could be used to enhance both of your pleasures.
If you were game, he was as well.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
You have sex almost every day. That man can last as long as he wants and is good to go for 2-3 rounds. You don't understand how in the fuck he does it. It's like a secret superpower he has. He mainly uses it to his advantage when he wants to tease you to the fullest.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
There won’t be that many toys that are used. Sam always says that his mouth, hands, and dick are the only toys that are needed in the bedroom.
Once in a while, he will ask you to fuck yourself with the dildo in your drawer while he watches intensely.
“Please, Sam, can you just come and touch me?” The drive of the toy inside yourself was good, but it would never please you in the same way Sam did.
“No, no. I want to watch. You’ll get me later. Now show me what you do to yourself when I’m not at home.”
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
There is teasing to some degree, but he mostly wants to get right on.
But those few times he does actually want to tease you, he’ll take his sweet time in doing so, driving you absolutely insane with need.
“No… please,” the pathetic plea for him not to deny your orgasm again was bringing a smirk to his expression.
“Shhh… I’m not done with you yet,” he said as his fingers were inserted in you once again to build you up. Was he going to allow you to let go this time? That would be left to see when the time came.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He can be loud at times, but mostly he’ll just let out grunts and moans of your name on a repeated loop. It became more evident just as he’s about to finish inside of you.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Sam loves drawn-out foreplay when he has plenty of time to spare.
He takes good care in preparing you and making you cum at least once before he’s even put his dick in you.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Have you seen how he walks? He’s thick and long, and he knows how to make you absolutely crazy with it. The way he holds himself just screams big dick energy.
You’ve been together for years, but you still can’t get used to his length inside of you, and you doubt you ever will.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He’s always ready if you are. He’s not joking when he says he wants you 24/7, 365 days.
Even when the two of you are tired but still horny for one another, you will find a way to pleasure each other.
The two of you were laying on your sides, Sam’s chest pressed tightly against your back as his dick was driving itself in and out of your tightness.
It was early in the morning. The two of you were as tired as could be but the need to feel each other was intense.
It wouldn’t be long until the two of you released all over each other. On the bright morning, none of you would be able to hold on for long.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He always takes care of you before his eyes close for sleep. Washing you, cuddling you, running a bath for the two of you to relax in.
He can’t sleep unless he knows you have been appropriately taken care of.
“Good night, sweet girl. I love you.”
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