#hehe thank you for finding me (not that i made it very hard) (i practically wrapped myself up in a bow on your doorstep and rung the bell)
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papermachedragons · 1 year ago
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YOU'RE THE MERWAINCELOT 40K ANON FROM THE OTHER YEAR???!!!! 😱😱 take the throne, by all means, it sounds like an absolute whopper of a fic 😍😍😍
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I AM!!! AHHHH!!
You got me, I totally am 😝🙈
Look look look. While I am rubbing my hands in excitement and plotting like (a slightly menacing) little gremlin to take the merwaincelot tag with storm, I respect you (and love your fics) far too much to take the throne. I just wanna share it with you! You brought me into the merwaincelot world with just one fic and I already started writing merwaincelot after that, and then when I read even more of your fics (more than once), I was so inspired that it changed some of the ways I had written the pairing and how they interact with each other in such a relationship. I just wanna hang out with you in this tag so baaaaaad c:
When I am telling you, you're not ready for this fic, you don't even know how much you're not ready for this fic. It's got intrigue, it's got mystery, it's got true-to-the-series-episode-like-formula; it's got a magic "foe" that isn't just a villain-sorcerer-of-the-week-because-merlin-needs-to-defeat-some-bad-guys-and-throw-magic-around; it's got soft moments, tender moments, angst and, I kid you not, so much merwaincelot, it could tide you over for a full year
So yes. I am that anon 👻
I did take a screenshot of your answer back then, and your words still help me if I'm feeling a little hopeless about it all. But truly, most of the time, I get by with just writing for me and making myself happy with writing what I want. I'm just excited to share that with the rest of you on this merwaincelot boat when I get to it 💛
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togrowoldinv · 2 years ago
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The Sweetest Con
Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader
When you are put in charge of the volleyball team, you have a very interesting set of interactions with a mother at the church
Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, fingering, etc.
Note: Milf Wanda hehe. This is inspired by Lizzie in the Love and Death trailer. Enjoy!
Wanda Maximoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist
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When you were asked to spearhead the volleyball league, you accepted immediately. You’d been looking for a way to get more involved and volleyball was the perfect inlet.
The first few practices went well. You had a good amount of players, but there was one player in particular that caught your eye.
Wanda Maximoff. The gorgeous woman is an absolute born athlete. She’s captivating as she makes perfect passes and hits like she’s been doing it her whole life.
After practice today, you decide to ask Wanda to stay afterwards.
“What’s up, coach?” She says the last word with a silly grin on her face.
“I’m assuming you grew up playing ball,” you say.
She nods. “I played at the middle and high school’s here, yes.”
“Me too. I’m surprised coach never talked about you.”
“Oh, well I am a bit older than you, honey,” Wanda says. The term makes your heart skip a beat.
“Right, yeah,” you agree, feeling a little flustered as you watch her take a drink of water.
You should not be watching the way her neck looks as she sips the water.
“I have to be getting home to my kids. I’ll see you next week?” Wanda asks.
“See you next week, Wanda.”
You watch as the woman walks away. Her shorts hug her just right and you internally scold yourself for checking her out in a church. And you’re pretty sure she’s married.
The next week does nothing to ease your crush. One of the players can’t make it, so you sub in and scrimmage with the team.
Wanda remains the captain of the A team and you let her do her thing.
It’s down to set point when you and Wanda both go for a ball. You both dive onto the floor and collide with each other. Wanda ends up underneath you.
“Oh, I’m so sorry Wanda,” you tell her. Her arms are pinned to her side and your entire lower bodies are touching. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she says with a chuckle. Her eyes seemingly glance to where your breasts rest over her.
You stand up and hold a hand out for her to take. She takes it and you lift her off the ground. Wanda smiles at you before she returns to her position.
Your team wins the scrimmage and everyone cheers.
Wanda calls after you before you can leave the gym. “I’m having everyone over to my house if you want to come,” she tells you. “It’s a Bible study slash team get together.”
You’re proud of the way the team is bonding.
“I’m there,” you tell her. “I just need to get changed.”
“Alrighty. It’s casual,” she says. “We’ll see you there.”
You go home and get ready for Wanda’s get together. Thinking about her calling it casual, you slip on some pants and a button up shirt. Maybe you leave one extra button than you should undone.
When you get to Wanda’s house, there are people in the yard throwing a football around and you notice her husband grilling.
“Y/n, glad you made it!” Another player, Monica, greets you.
“Hey y’all,” you greet everyone.
You walk inside to greet everyone else and that’s when you see Wanda in the kitchen. She’s hard at work, but when she sees you she stops in her tracks.
“Hey Wanda,” you say. Her eyes fall directly to the open buttons of your shirt.
“Nice to see you,” she comes back to reality to say.
“Do you need any help?”
“You can help Natasha grab the ice,” Wanda says. You nod.
You see the redhead waiting by the door for you to join her. Natasha leads you outside and you two spark up a conversation.
You like Natasha. She’s not like the other stuffy church members and you’re pretty sure she’s dating her friend Maria.
For most of the evening, Wanda is running around and doing her host duties. Before you leave though, you decide to go find her and say your thanks for the invite.
You find her inside tucking her sons in. Respecting her space, you stand in the hallway a few steps from the bedroom. But Wanda knows you’re there.
She kisses her boys goodnight and comes into the hallway.
“Hey, sorry I just wanted to say thank you for the invite,” you say quietly.
She takes your hand and pulls you into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Wanda sits on the edge of her bed and invites you to join her. You sit a respectable distance away from her.
“I’m glad you came,” Wanda says.
“Of course, yeah. I wish we could’ve talked more tonight,” you admit.
“Me too, y/n. I’d really like to get to know you better.”
She looks you over again and you feel a chill up and down your spine. Wanda scoots a little closer. Your eyes glance down to her lips.
“I’ll see you next week, Wanda,” you break the silence, knowing this is nothing but a bad idea.
“Yeah, okay,” Wanda says, a slight pout to her voice.
You leave her there in the bedroom and go back home. For the entirety of the next week, you think about how Wanda seemed disappointed that you ended that moment at the get together.
Wanda shows up early for practice this week. You’re sitting in your makeshift office when Wanda comes through the gym doors.
“Hey, I’m in here,” you call out to her.
“Hey, I was just going to hit the ball around a bit before practice.” She stands at your office door.
“Okay, great,” you say. But she doesn’t move. “Is everything okay, Wanda?”
“Yes,” Wanda says, but then she steps in and shuts the door behind her. “No.”
“No? If this is something with the team, we can talk about-“
“It’s something with you, actually,” Wanda says.
“Oh.”
Wanda walks to your side of the desk and leans against it. You look up at her from your chair. Her legs threaten to cloud your mind completely as they flex against the desk.
“Do you like me?” Wanda asks, her lips are turned into a pout.
“Of course I like you, Wanda,” you say nervously. “We’re friends.”
“No, not like that,” she says.
“Like what then?”
“Forget it,” Wanda mumbles.
She tries to leave, but you stand up and grab her hand. Turning her around, you pull her close but stop inches from her lips.
“Tell me you want this,” you say to her.
“I want this so bad,” Wanda says. “I’ve wanted you since the day I met you.”
You take her face in your hands and kiss her soft lips. Her hands pull you closer with one on your hip and one on your neck.
Wanda turns her head to deepen the kiss and you allow her to take control. She kisses you until you’re both breathless.
“Fuck, I’ve never done that before,” Wanda says.
“Kissed a woman?” You ask. She hums in agreement and kisses you again. “So you definitely haven’t been fucked by a woman?”
“No,” she says against your lips.
“And you’d like to?”
“God yes,” Wanda says.
You smirk against her lips and move your hands under her shirt. She gasps as you take the material over her head. You kiss her neck and she moans when you bite her softly.
“Harder,” she says.
You take her instructions and bite her harder as you slip your hands down her stomach to her waistband. Slipping off her shorts, you admire her lacy panties.
“Fuck Wanda, you’re not such an innocent church girl are you?” You say. Her knees buckle, but you hold her up.
“Please fuck me,” Wanda says.
You slip off her sports bra and her panties. When your lips go to her nipples, you can tell she hasn’t felt this sensation before.
“Oh god,” Wanda moans out as your tongue circles her nipples.
You slip your hand down to her center to be met with her wet folds.
“All of this is for me?” You ask her.
“Yes, honey, yes,” Wanda says.
“You’re so wet, Wanda. Does fucking me here turn you on that much?”
Wanda nods and her eyes close in pleasure as you slip your finger into her.
“Fuck you take it so well, Wanda.”
Her head falls onto your shoulder as you add a couple more fingers and slip in and out just as she needs.
“God, this feels so good,” Wanda moans against you. She lifts her head to look you in the eyes. Her mouth is parted slightly and you kiss her perfect lips.
“Come for me, Wanda,” you tell her. She keeps the eye contact as her hips shake and she lets out the prettiest moans you’ve ever heard. “Good girl.”
It’s quiet as Wanda comes down from her high. You kiss her neck and cheeks as her breathing resumes.
“You gotta get dressed, babe,” you tell her, noticing the time.
“But you didn’t-“
“We can finish this later,” you say. You hold her cheeks in your hand and admire the way she’s so flushed. “We have to practice right now.”
“I wanted to make you feel this good,” Wanda says. “Or at least try.” She adds shyly.
“Oh you could definitely make me feel good, Wanda. You already have,” you tell her. She smiles. “But I’m perfectly fine with pleasing you first.”
“Oh, okay,” she says. You can tell she’s not been told that before.
You kiss her deeply and she chases after your lips even once you’ve pulled away. Reluctantly, she gets dressed. But before she leaves your office, you pull her in for a hug and kiss her forehead.
“Do you have plans after practice?” You ask her.
“I do now,” Wanda says with a smirk.
She takes the initiative to kiss you this time before she straightens her shirt and walks out of your office.
Wanda Maximoff is definitely your standout player and the woman you can’t help but be captivated by.
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wonwoonlight · 2 years ago
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chocolate rum cookies | jeon wonwoo
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➝ Wonwoo x Reader
➝ nonidol!au // friends with benefits to ?? // fluff // ...slice of life? // angst if u squint
➝ word count: 3.5k~
➝warning: no smut scenes but there are mentions of sex and implications of it so minor dni!! mentions of alcohol, food, curses. very self indulgent bc i write this for my birthday hehe. this wonwoo made an appearance <3
➝A/N: hi. so this wasn't exactly... planned. i was just randomly sitting down with my google doc open and suddenly i finished writing... this in one day. gotta say that, when you do write for yourself, it is much easier to write and it's been quite some time since i'm actually happy with what i put out. but also just to put it out there, this fic is actually finished somewhere before february ended but i decided to post it for my birthday because i did start writing it with the thoughts 'i miss wonwoo' and 'i kinda wanna post smth on my bday' so. enjoy. i'm happy to say i'm content with how this one turns to be. here's to turning 25 lol
[✾✾✾]
You hear the door open, signalling Wonwoo’s arrival, and when you feel his presence nearby, you don’t even look up from your phone when you say, “No.”
Wonwoo smiles in amusement, irking an eyebrow as he settles next to you. “I haven’t said anything though?”
“You’re gonna ask me out again.” You roll your eyes, already used to his antics. You don’t even pretend to care about his mock heartache anymore when he clutches his chest.
You’re not sure what Jeon Wonwoo has in his mind, but he’s been asking you out on dates everytime he sees you since last month. Problem is, you see him a lot. A little hard not to with the friends with benefits situation that has been going on between you and him for the last six months.
Even right now, you’re in his place. You’ve been here since almost half an hour ago, entertaining yourself as you wait for Wonwoo to get home because he’s out when you called, and when he said you’re allowed to use the access he’s given you some time ago, you decided to barge into his place like it’s your own.
You’re practically here more often than in your own dorm, anyway.
It almost feels like a second home to you.
But you don’t want to think too much about it. Not about the fact that you have access to Wonwoo’s place. Not about the fact that you’re basically exclusive. Not about the fact that you talk to him practically everyday.
Nope.
“You don’t even pretend to consider it anymore.” He sighs, and you hate that you can’t tell if he’s joking or not. You’ve been telling him to cut it out, but it surely doesn’t look like he has any plans of listening to you. “Here, I got this for you.”
Now that catches your attention, and you actually jump a little on the sofa before you take the small package, take Wonwoo’s face in your arms, and kiss him square in the lips as a thank you.
“You won’t go on a date with me but will kiss me over some cookies. Nice,” he grumbles, though the grin blooming into his face when you pull away betrays him.
Clutching the cookie into your chest like it’s the most precious thing in the world, you regard him with stars in your eyes. “Where did you even find this? I’ve been looking for this forever and I couldn’t find it! I don’t even know the name of the shop that sells this?”
“I’m just capable like that.” He shrugs like it’s nothing, telling you he was out with a friend and the packaging looked familiar so he got it just in case. You’ve been telling him about that craving of yours, a chocolate rum cookie that some random classmate offered some time ago–one that is so good but you don’t know the brand, only remember the flavour and the packaging.
And you can’t even ask that classmate again because she was an exchange student that you’ve only spoken for a total of two times in your life, and she has returned to her country.
You don't even know her name.
“You have to tell me where you got this.” The packaging just has to be so empty; a very simple but elegant design that doesn’t state the shop’s name whatsoever.
“Mmm. Perhaps if you say yes I’ll bring you there.”
“No.”
“Hard pass then.” He chuckles and messes your hair. “Eat. I’ll buy you some more if you’re a good girl.”
The innuendo is not purposeful on his part, and it’s two seconds later that he realizes what he’s just said and he cringes so hard that you laugh, because as much as it’s physical between the two of you, Wonwoo absolutely abhors that particular… moniker. It’s always been an on-going joke between you two, and you laugh some more when his frown deepens, launching yourself into his lap and peppering kisses on his jaw.
“You want me to be one?”
“Shut up.” He grunts, though his arms wrap around your waist anyway and he bends his neck to give you more access.
“I can be if you want to, you know?” You whisper against his ear, not missing the way his hold tightens around you. You’re suddenly very aware of the fact that the only thing separating you and him is the clothes you’re wearing.
“Shut up.” He repeats and kisses you some more. When it gets almost hard to breath, he doesn’t forget to get the cookie out of your grasp and carefully places it on the coffee table before hauling you up and carrying you into his room, your squeal and laughter echoes throughout his empty apartment.
You don’t get to eat your chocolate rum cookie until later that evening, already showered and dressed in Wonwoo’s oversized hoodie as you cuddle into his chest with a movie playing in front of you.
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You don’t know what’s taking Wonwoo so long, but he’s already fifteen minutes late without any text messages so you decide you’ll just get some drink first and let loose. He’s probably going to be pissed because he’s never liked it when you go to a bar by yourself (something about men looking at what’s his, whatever that means) but whatever, it’s his fault for being late and you’re currently not relaxed enough to wait for him by yourself in a place full of people. 
The whiskey burns your throat in a pleasant way, though now that you think about it, you shouldn’t have drunk everything in one go when you still have moments to spare as you wait for Wonwoo. But, then again, you can always just order more.
You’ve never been to this bar before, but after hearing how good the vibe is from a friend, you decided to go to check it out. Clubs have never really been your style–people are way too drunk and the music is too loud.
Your friend is absolutely correct when she said you would fit right with this particular bar; there are just enough people for it to be crowded but not really crowded that you get dizzy. Plus, the music is up to your taste and you find yourself nodding to whatever’s playing in the background as you scan through the sea of people while you lean on the wooden bar.
You were just about to order again when someone joins you by the bar, a tall, handsome man that doesn’t look sleazy at first glance. And he’s offering to buy you a drink. You subtly try to check him out; this guy is definitely taller and bigger than Wonwoo, though he doesn’t look harmful and he doesn’t look like he’s hunting for prey. His smile when he offers to pay for your drink looks… honest, if anything. The guy doesn’t even look flirty. Perhaps he thinks you’re interesting and are in need of some company.
The side of your lips lift in an amused smile, Wonwoo will be pissed as fuck if he finds out, but do you care? No you don’t. You’re not going to turn down free drinks from a handsome stranger that doesn’t look dangerous.
“So how come you’re by yourself?” He bends to your height, not too close that it makes you uncomfortable, and just enough for you to hear him over the music. “I’m Mingyu, by the way.”
Hmm. Handsome and with manners.
“Why do you want to know?” You answer with a teasing smile, sipping on your cocktail. Mingyu laughs when you say you’re not telling him his name, if only because he hasn’t earned it yet, and you’re pleasantly surprised when he says it’s understandable and he’s glad you know how to play your cards. “What about you, why are you by yourself?”
“Eh. I just feel like drinking tonight and you seem to be someone who doesn’t mind talking to strangers.”
“Ouch. Is that how I look like? Easy?” You pretend to be offended, and it’s almost cute how Mingyu laughs yet again and rephrases his words. If this was you six months ago, you’d definitely flirt with him and eat up everything that comes out of his mouth, perhaps you’d even end up going back with him. The guy is handsome and you can actually hold conversations with him, which is already a very big difference compared to a lot of guys that have tried talking you up in places like this.
But alas. Your eyes twinkle as you catch the figure of the man who’s the exact reason why you’re not flirting with Mingyu making his way towards you, why you don’t feel the excitement that used to rush through your blood at times like this, and why ‘handsome’ is the only thing you think of Mingyu even though he seems much more than that.
You don’t care enough to think about Mingyu in different aspects.
The way Wonwoo immediately grabs your waist is almost funny, and you have to actually bite your lip and clutch the cocktail glass between your fingers to stop yourself from grinning. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“Your boyfriend?” Mingyu asks goodnaturedly–almost concerned, even–making sure he’s not some random guy who’s grabbing you without consent. 
“Yes.” Wonwoo almost growls, and you have to plant your palm on his chest to calm him down, telling him Mingyu is harmless even though your ears are heating up from his word. You’d need to get back to that boyfriend thing later.
Mingyu sends you a look, and you’re absolutely, thoroughly would’ve swooned if you’re… uh… single (you are) and you’re not seeing… anyone (huh?). But you send him a smile, an actual smile this time, and you nod before you tell him it’s nice meeting him.
Wonwoo refuses to look at the interaction, but you can tell that he’s more relaxed than he was seconds ago and his grip on your waist is now replaced with his thumb caressing you through the material of your dress.
Would it hurt to push his button one more time?
“Hey.” You call to Mingyu once again when he’s about to leave, making both guys turn to you in confusion–Wonwoo more so in betrayal–and when you tell him you’d love to see him again someday and finally tell him your name with a wink, Mingyu gets exactly what you’re playing at. Another laugh bubbles out of his throat and he returns the gesture with a ‘have fun!’ before making his way out of your sight.
“What the fuck was that?”
It’s not often that Wonwoo curses, and you know you’ve pushed just enough of his buttons for him to react this way. If anything, though, adoration fills your chest and you have to physically hold yourself back from squeezing his cheeks.
“What? You were late and he accompanied me. Nice guy, right?” You try to play innocent, placing your glass on the bar and turning in his arm to face him. He looks especially nice today, with his hair styled a little and a denim jacket that you haven’t seen him worn before. You can feel your heartbeat picking up the longer you stare at him, and you don’t register what’s coming out of his mouth because you’re lost in your head.
Your eyes fall to his lips, and it’s when he clicks his tongue that you finally look back at him, eyes meeting his in mock innocence.
“You’re not listening to me, are you?”
You shake your head to confirm his suspicion. The guy can't even get mad at you even if he wants to.
“So.” Wonwoo raises his eyebrow in question, urging you to continue. “Boyfriend, huh?”
Wonwoo opens his mouth to say something, but you don’t give him room to talk more because you already dive into his lips, your palms on his shoulders and his arms wrap around you once again–probably muscle memory at this point. There’s no rush in this kiss though, you really just feel like kissing him and you do exactly that. Wonwoo doesn’t seem to mind either, because his lips chase yours when you’re about to pull away.
“Won I–”
“Hmm?”
“I need to–”
“Mmm.”
“Need to–”
“To what?” He finally pulls away, annoyed that you keep on trying to pull away. Even in the dim lighting of the bar, you can tell that he’s a little flushed too and there’s something about it that makes your heartbeat speed up once again. Were you two just… kissing in a public space for no reason at all?
“Need to breathe, baby.” You finish your sentence, suddenly shy now that you’re looking at each other. You dive into his neck before he catches your embarrassment though, and he simply chuckles before he takes a sip of your drink, whatever annoyance in his chest from looking at you and Mingyu, whoever that guy is, disappears just like that.
God, it’s not funny how whipped he is for you.
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Nothing.”
“Let’s go on a date.”
“Not a chance.” You beam, though you reject him with a kiss on his cheek and you tell him to finish your drink because you don’t feel like being here anymore. You won’t let him ponder too long on your rejection though, your fingers caressing his neck and your lips finding his ear. “Actually, let’s go back to your place. I don’t have anything to do tomorrow.”
Wonwoo shudders a little at that, still not used to the way you’d get vocal about what you want when you’re tipsy. That’s your code of saying you want to have rough sex all night–or however he would have you, really.
So Wonwoo finishes your drink in one go and grabs your hand to pull you out of the bar, missing the way you exchange grins with Mingyu as you accidentally catch his eyes before you exit the place.
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“You know you’ll spend less money if you just tell me where to buy these cookies?” You pout, still trying to get it out of him.
He doesn’t relent though, simply shrugs and places your hot chocolate on the table. “I don’t mind buying you things.”
“But whyyyy.” You whine, crossing your legs to face him on the sofa.
“I told you I’d bring you there if you go on a date with me.”
You stare at him, mind wandering to how easy it is for him to say this over and over again. You still don’t know why he’s suddenly so adamant about that, and while you actually do feel butterflies in your whole body everytime he does it, sometimes you wonder if he’s just messing with you.
Does he really mean it?
But if he does, wouldn’t he eventually be done with you because you keep on rejecting him?
But if you say yes and he’s actually just joking–what does that make you?
What if you try it out and it… messes things up?
You’re happy with whatever you have with him now, and you trust each other enough to know you are exclusive. Is there really any need to put a label between you two?
“Hey, you okay?” He asks, snapping you out of your daze.
“Huh. Yeah, sorry. You were saying?”
You see the way Wonwoo presses his lips together and you can tell the gears are turning in his head. But he beats you to it before you can ask, and your heart breaks a little at how soft he sounds.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“What? No!” You sit straight, taken aback from the sudden turn of the conversation. “What makes you say that?”
Wonwoo sighs and repeats his words. But he faces you this time and, for the first time since he asked you the question he’s been asking you the past few months, it’s obvious how unsure he is, as if he’s suddenly questioning himself on what he’s been doing.
“Am I making you uncomfortable by asking you out on a date?”
“Oh… Wonwoo…” You take his hand, your desire to comfort him bigger than anything. You don’t like seeing him like this, and as much as your own thoughts have been haunting you, you suppose you do need to talk about it one way or another. “No, you’re not. But… Can I ask you something?”
He doesn’t answer, but you take the way he squeezes your hand as a ‘yes’.
“Why?”
He doesn’t seem to get your question, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean why?”
“Why do you suddenly want to date me?”
It’s almost comical the way he blinks slowly, then repeatedly, like he doesn’t get why you’d ask that. He thinks carefully before he says his next words though, and he mentally winces at what he’s about to say but there’s really no other way to say it.
“We’ve been… sleeping together for, like, six months.” He starts, and his face contorts like the words personally offend him. But the more you listen to him talk about all the things you’ve been doing the past few months, how you’re basically a couple without the title, the more you feel both warm and afraid about however this talk is going to end.
You don’t realize you’ve been holding his hand tighter, but he doesn’t say anything and you realize how protective you actually feel of Wonwoo because it doesn’t sit well with you that he seems to consider himself so small.
“It’s not… sudden. I’ve just finally gathered enough courage to ask you.”
“I’m afraid.” You throw it out there the moment you open your mouth, not sure how to tell him except to just go straight to the point.
“Of what?”
“Falling in love.” You cast your eyes down to where your hand and his are joined. “Of being attached to you.”
For a moment, the air around you seems to tense ten-fold that you’re sure you can cut through it with a knife. But when Wonwoo doesn’t say anything, you brace yourself for more honesty and continue.
“I’m… already attached to you more than I thought I could be with anyone. And it scares me sometimes. What if you leave me? I think I’d be able to cope better if you decide to end things with our current… relationship than an actual one. It scares me.”
You feel his hand letting go of yours, and you panic that he’s finally had enough, but he cups your face in his palms to calm you down, and as much as you’re anxious, you can feel yourself calming under his gaze.
“If you want me to be honest, I think I already like you more than whatever you probably feel for me.” He smiles so softly you almost cry. And when you’re about to refute his words, he gently places his finger on your lips to keep you silent. “And no, that’s not something I want to debate with you. I’m fine with liking you more. I want to like you more than you like me. Will you let me do that?”
You open your mouth to say something–anything, but nothing comes out except for your tears so you simply nod and fall into his embrace. Your tears dry up almost immediately after that, but you sniffle a little as his words echo in your mind. Wonwoo probably doesn’t know what he’s talking about, because you’ve liked him for as long as you can remember. Probably not long after you started your deal with him.
He doesn’t know how you melt every time he takes care of you. How you’d try to stay awake longer after he falls asleep after another night of passionate sex, his arm over your body and your back against his chest, just so you can pretend it’s real between you two. How you’d remind yourself that it’s not real when you wake up in his place even though you’d still drag yourself out to make breakfast for him, willing your heart to calm down when he wakes up moments later, hugging you from behind even though you tell him to move away.
You probably already love him more than he can imagine.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” You ask once you’ve calmed down, getting out of his embrace to look into his eyes.
“Nothing. Why?” He tilts his head, a little confused at the sudden change of topic.
“Let’s go on a date?” You ask shyly, though your eyes immediately cast downwards again once you realized you can’t handle looking him in the eye as you ask him this. But that’s why you missed the way his face blooms into a grin, missed the way his eyes suddenly twinkle brighter than every single star in the universe combined. “I think you promised to tell me where you buy those cookies if I go on a date with you.”
He laughs at that and throws his arms around you, so tight that it hurts a little. But you don’t say anything, happy that you’re here in his arms and a little giddy now that everything’s out of your chest.
Wonwoo pulls away and cups your face once again, then searches for something in your face before he closes his eyes and gives you the softest kiss you’ve ever experienced in your life. A promise. One that says he’s not going to leave and he’s going to try his best to remove every single doubt you have in your mind.
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A/N 2: and for my birthday wish, hopefully i'll get to see you even once in this lifetime.
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Forbidden Love pt. 6💔❣️
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Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)
Prompt: Reuniting with Elvis was supposed to be the highlight of your summer, but with unresolved tensions between you two, things aren't what they seem. Fem! reader]
TW: Cussing, teasing, Elvis being a menace, SMUTT!!!
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 6.2k
A/N: Hi Elvis fandom! Posting this at Elvis hours, (very late at night/early morning 🤭) which seems fitting hehe. Hope you enjoy this next part! I did some ✨research✨ into what songs Elvis had when he first started to prepare for the show in ‘69. So these songs I put in the chapter really were songs he practiced 🤭The next chapter is going to get complicated between these two. 🫣
A side note, I realize I definitely describe him in a vampire way still with certain adjectives I use to describe what he’s doing. 🤭 Oh well, that’s just the beast in him😈😏
He wouldn’t let you leave the bed. His kisses and caresses kept you glued to him. He ended up pinning you to the bed and ravaging your body in kisses. You couldn’t get away even if you tried. It felt too good to escape. If he kept this up, you were sure he’d get hard again and you would be making more of a mess in his bed.
After some coaxing, you finally get your dress back on and go to the bathroom to make yourself look presentable again. Elvis comes up behind you and wraps his hands around your waist.
Home. He felt like home when he was wrapped around you.
You look at his reflection and he places a soft kiss on your neck.
“Your hair is a mess,” you giggle, reaching up behind you to ruffle it with your fingers.
“So is yours. You still look good though,” he chuckles.
“We cannot go back out there looking like this. Where do you keep your brushes?” You ask as you open some of the drawers. He opens one on the other side of you and takes out a wooden handle brush with black bristles. He sets the brush on the lip of the sink and picks up up quickly, sitting you on the counter.
“Allow me. It’s only fair since I made your hair look like that,” he says cheekily. You slowly nod your head at him, feeling the need to be as close as you can be to him. He spreads your legs apart so he can step in between them and get closer to you. Your hands rest around his torso as you look up at him. He gently put his hand on the back of your neck and placed a kiss on your head.
He runs the brush through the ends of your hair, gently brushing through it to make sure not to pull your hair in any way. You watch how focused he is on you like he’s really enjoying this simple mundane task. He takes his time with you. Even when your hair was smooth and free of tangles, he kept brushing it.
“Now it's your turn,” you tell him getting off the counter. He chuckles at you and sits down on a stool in the corner of the bathroom by a full length mirror. You run your hands through his hair and he grumbles delighted by your touch. You glance over at his reflection in the mirror and he looks so at peace, like this is something he needed. You take the brush off the counter and slowly brush through his thick tresses.
His hair was so pitch black and soft to the touch. You could spend hours doing his hair if he let you. You go back into the drawer where he got the brush and find a small tin of pomade. You wet your hands and take a small scoop of it and rub it on your hands. You gently run your hands through his hair and fix the sides of his hair first. You try to keep the top of his hair soft and not too gelled back, he looked so handsome when some hairs fell on his forehead.
“There you go, not so… messy,” you giggle, kissing him on the cheek.
He smiles at you in the mirror, “thank you, baby, it looks great,” he says sweetly.
“Can you go out there first? Just to make sure there’s no one out there that will see me,” you say nervously.
“Yes of course,” he says standing up, giving you a cheeky smile. “Or we can just stay in here all day and make more of a mess in that bed,” he mumbles in your ear. You huff and look at him unamused.
“I’m going to smack you I swear,” you joke and wiggle out of his grasp, moving out of the bathroom. You wait for him to emerge from the bathroom and he puts his shirt back on.
“You’re sure you don’t want to keep me locked in here for the rest of the day. I feel like that might be the better option,” he teases.
“Elvis,” you warn.
“Fine, fine, I’m goin’,” he chuckles.
He leaves the room and you look at the messy bed. There was a clear wet spot left in the middle of the bed and you huff frustrated. Shit, you didn’t want his housekeepers to see this. You get a towel from the bathroom and try to wipe away the mess you two left behind. The wet spot was still there and hoped no one walked in to see it. You lay the towel over it and will figure something out later to fix the sheets.
You peek your head out to see where Elvis went. He was walking back in your direction and motioned for you to come out now. You quickly shut the bedroom door and rush to him.
“Is there anyone in here?” You ask quietly.
“No honey, it’s still just us,” he says mischievously, pulling you in once again.
“But the guys are outside and can walk in any moment,” you say pulling away from him. He grumbles displeased.
“Fine, why don’t we get rid of them for a bit,” he tells you. “We don’t have anything for you to make your pies. I’ll send them to the store for the stuff you need and dinner,” he quips.
“Pies? How many do you possibly want?” You laugh.
“I’m tryin’ to get you to stay longer remember? As many as you can make ” He says low, looking you up and down.
You swallow harshly and try to step away from him.
“You’re ridiculous. And you want me to cook dinner? The deal was to bake something for you, that’s all,” you mutter as you walk back to the kitchen.
You look through the drawers and find a notepad and pen. You start to write down the recipe and a list of all the ingredients. You hear Elvis walk into the kitchen and lean down behind you, his hands on the countertop and you trapped between his arms. You don’t look back at him, you know what he’s trying to do.
“What do you think you’re doing?” You ask low.
“Just seeing what you’re writin’ down. Hmm let’s see what we have here… flour, shortening… sugar… oh I think I have plenty of that I can give you,” he says low as he covers your neck in warm, wet kisses.
God those lips. Those lips are like wildfire, branding their way to every inch of your body.
You quickly turn around and pull at his shirt.
“You better stop,” you groan.
“Make me,” groans as he squeezes your ass.
The sound of the front door opens and you quickly shove at his chest to get him away from you. You turn your back to the kitchen entrance and try to go back to writing something on the notepad. Your heart raced as you heard the footsteps of someone walking closer. Dear God, please don’t let it be John.
“Hey E, we’ve been looking for ya,” a man’s voice says. You sigh a breath of relief it's not a voice you recognize and turn around to see who it is. It was a taller man, a bit younger than you and Elvis.
“Hi, I don’t think we’ve ever met. I’m y/n,” you say as you reach your hand out to shake his. He politely shakes it and smiles at you.
“Hi, I’m Jerry. Nice to meet you. You’re John’s girl right?” He asks.
There’s an uncomfortable silence, you didn’t jump to answer the question like a normal wife would. You glance over at Elvis and see he has a scowl on his face, not liking the question at hand. It kind of ticked you off that was his reaction to the question. He didn’t know you anymore. He doesn’t have some claim on you. You don’t owe him anything.
“Yeah, I am,” you say pompously, “What’s it like working for Elvis?” you ask, looking away from him.
“A never-ending adventure,” he jokes.
That gets both of you to laugh too and the mood gets much more comfortable.
“Are you done with that list? I’ll have them run to the store now,” Elvis asks you.
“Umm yeah almost hold on,” you say going back to the notepad.
“What did we forget from the store? We just got back,” Jerry asks a little confused.
You turn back around and look at Elvis to help you explain. He grins at you and snickers, “Oh you didn’t hear? Y/n is staying and making dinner for all of us,” he says proudly.
“Oh, that sounds great! Can’t wait,” Jerry says happily.
Damn it, he wins this time.
*
July 1st, 1969
For the next week and a half, you and Elvis had this dance. It was almost perfectly rehearsed and polished. He would call, beg you to come over, you would say no, he would keep begging, then you would give in and find yourself tangled in his bedsheets. It was almost like clockwork. You became worried someone would notice the pattern, especially John. So you both needed to update the routine and make it more believable. You knew when John would get off work and would time it perfectly so that you were waiting around the corner from Elvis’ house. He never saw you and never bothered to ask you where you were. A perfect performance.
But there were times you needed to say no to him and that was difficult. He hated anyone telling him no but in particular, he hated when you said no to him. He grew so upset and distraught. It was like he could only function when you were by his side. You needed to remind him you weren’t his girl. This was a weird summer fling that you two were in the midst of and didn’t want any of the guys getting suspicious of that either.
You all would have dinners together almost every other day. Some were spontaneous, others were scheduled a few days in advance and it was a wonderful time. Everyone got along, the food was always so fabulous, and you were always requested to bake something for dessert. You were getting a liking to this new routine you found yourself in. You were working a lot of morning shifts at the diner which was becoming extremely difficult to do if you were over at Elvis’ the night before. You would be up at all hours of the night talking or letting him make love to you. You’d roll out of bed that morning exhausted and silently cursing Elvis out for keeping you up so late. You swear this man never sleeps and had to be part vampire or something.
You knew your dance would have to end. It was only a matter of time. But Elvis didn’t see it that way, he thought this was only the beginning. Things started to change when Dianne was back at the house. You discovered Dianne was quite nosey and constantly needed to know what Elvis was up to.
Your frequent visits to the house started to dwindle because of it. Elvis would still ask you to come over but you would always ask him if Dianne was there and there would be the most deafening silence that would answer your question for you. It made you sad in a way you might not see him as much as you have. It felt like you had just got him back. You two were opening up more and talking about things that you normally wouldn’t have with someone else. It was so refreshing. He opened up about what this new Vegas endeavor might do for his career. He was extremely nervous about it all, but he was even more anxious to get out there again and perform for his fans. That’s what he loved most.
It was early afternoon and you had just gotten off work. You quickly took a shower and were ready to rest your aching bones. You are about to grab a book and sit on your couch when the phone rings. You frustratedly grunt and quickly walk to the kitchen to answer it.
“Hello?” You say shortly.
“Hi baby how are you?” He asks. Your heart skips with the sound of his voice.
“I’m fine, just a little tired that’s all,” you tell him.
“Oh, I’m sorry honey. Are you doing anything today?” He asks.
“I just want to sit on the couch and do nothing, why?” You ask.
“Well, we’re rehearsing today for Vegas and I want you there,” he says matter of factly.
You sigh a bit, “Honey, you know I can’t. It would be too weird if I’m there. I’m not part of your band or anything,” you try to reason.
“I know, but you have a good ear for this kind of stuff. I want your opinion about the songs I’ve chosen so far,” he says.
It was sweet he thought of you like this, music was always a passion of yours. It would be a fun experience no less. You hadn’t heard Elvis sing live in years. It shocked you in his TV special last year how mature and powerful his voice had become. You couldn’t imagine what he would sound like live right in front of you.
It seemed like an innocent enough request, he wanted your opinion on the setlist. It wasn’t too out of the ordinary. It shouldn’t draw that much attention to you or him.
“Okay, I’ll go. What time and where are you rehearsing?” You ask grabbing and pen and paper to write down the address.
“Perfect,” he says gleefully, “there’s a car waiting for you outside now. I’ll see you over there,” he says and the line disconnects.
“You little shit,” you mutter into the phone before hanging it up. He knew he’d get a yes out of you.
You get dressed and settle for a skirt and a simple tank top. It was pretty warm outside and wanted to be comfortable. You quickly rush to grab your purse and your keys before heading out the door. A black Cadillac was waiting for you and Jerry was in the front seat.
“Hey Jerry,” you say a bit timidly when you get in.
“Hey y/n, so glad you could make it,” he says sweetly.
“Yeah me too. Did he say I was expected to get picked up or?” You ask as he starts backing out of the driveway.
“Yea he said you needed a ride so he sent me,” he tells you.
“Ah I see,” you chuckle.
“What’s so funny,” he snickers.
“He’s just funny. Funny how he thinks,” you say looking out the window.
“I have no idea what you mean,” he says sarcastically.
*
Elvis rehearsed at RCA studios in Hollywood. It wasn’t a long drive but the hustle and bustle of the city made it take longer than it should have. It had been a few days since you’d seen him and you got a little nervous. It was something so trivial, but you didn’t want to lose him again. You truly did want to spend as much time with him as possible. It was staying late at the house that made it complicated. When everyone would go home after a long day or after dinner, you lingered around by yourself and you prayed it wasn’t as noticeable as you thought. You did feel like you two picked up where you left off in some ways. Just being intimate with one another made it hard to just stay friends.
You both made it to the studio and Jerry escorts you inside. There was a low hum of the musicians tuning their instruments or doing little vocal work. Everyone turns their attention to the door when you walk in, probably expecting Elvis to walk in instead. You and Jerry say hello to everyone and quickly find a seat in the back of the room.
A few moments later, a hush falls into the room when Elvis walks in and you hold your breath when you see him. He was wearing all black and sunglasses that hid his eyes well. He lit up the room instantly and the band was so excited to meet him. It was a lot their first time getting to meeting him and you can tell how much they respected and admired him. Elvis shakes everyone’s hand one by one, taking his time to talk to them individually. He went up to his backup singers, The Sweet Inspirations, and kissed them all on the lips. They were in shock just like you would be. It didn’t make you jealous like you might have thought, it was sweet and innocent somehow. He finally gets to you and has a big smile on his face.
“There’s my favorite girl,” he says picking you up and squeezing you tight. You can’t help but squeal when he does this, he radiates so much happiness.
“Hi,” you say softly.
“You look wonderful,” he says sweetly.
He turns around to face everyone in the room.
“Thank you all for being here today. Just wanted to introduce y/n, we’ve known each other since we were teenagers. I wanted her honest opinion about the setlist so far so she’ll be sitting in on this rehearsal,” he tells everyone, smiling at you. You have the same look on your face too.
“You’ll have to tell us some stories of what he was like back then,” one of the guys yells out. Everyone laughs and it lightens the mood.
“Oh, I can tell you guys stories for hours. We go way back. I’ll tell you once he leaves the room,” you say jokingly. You look back up at Elvis and he has this look on his face. It was soft and loving. It was like he felt some kind of adoration when he looked at you. You couldn’t put your finger on it but you loved how it made you feel. You wish he could look at you like this forever.
The band gets to work and Elvis is a natural at leading them. He explained to them the idea of the overall show. It was going to be grand and like nothing anyone had ever seen before. Besides the regular band, there would be a thirty-piece orchestra behind them, giving every single song a larger-than-life feeling. You couldn’t fathom it as you watched them practice. They all sounded phenomenal and with an orchestra too, they were going to be the best show in Vegas.
Every aspect was blowing your mind as you watched the rehearsal go on but nothing surprised you more than Elvis’ voice. It was extremely strong and powerful. He started off his show with songs from the fifties but you could swear they were completely different now. He brought a newfound energy to them.
He started off the set with ‘Blue Suede Shoes,’ and you agreed it was a great choice starting with something everyone knows so well. But it sounded so much richer the way the band was playing it and the way Elvis’ gritty vocals paired with the ‘50s tune. The song came alive like this.
You felt alive when he sang too. There was something so satisfying about his voice. The way he’d growl a certain word or the way he’d look like he was going through a moment of ecstasy when he was singing a line. It was the way he subtly moved his hips with the drums or the way he’d grip the microphone tighter when he was about to hit a high note. It was all alluring. He was alluring. You couldn’t look away from what he was doing and that was a dangerous thing.
You liked every song so far and liked the pace of the show he crafted. He mixed in some slower ballads that you knew the audience would love. He played one that surprised you, ‘Such a Night.’ It wasn’t one you normally heard on the radio or anything. The longer you listened to and lyrics, the made you a bit… flustered. They were too reminiscent of what you two did such a long time ago. You knew he played this song on purpose in front of you. He wanted to see your reaction. It had you uncomfortably hot the way he was looking at you for a split second then look away like a blushing teenage boy. It was cruel! The song finally ended and you were thankful for that. The tension between you two from just across the room was too much.
You had your eyes glued to him the whole time and as the rehearsal went on, you had to admit it; you were becoming weaker by the moment. You tried to sit still but he was getting you flustered. Every movement had you ogling him. This was something you didn’t expect. It was one thing to feel a certain way as he sang, but when he moved, your body couldn’t help but want him. You felt yourself become wet just sitting there watching this man. The way he moved was… familiar. There were certain ways he moved that remind you of how he’d move his hips when he-
You try to snap yourself out of those thoughts and focus on what he is going to sing next. After two hours into rehearsal, Elvis wanted to focus on the sit-down portion of the show. He wanted time to play his electric guitar and talk to the audience in this half he explained.
He starts playing his guitar with a bluesy tone. It's familiar. He played this one in his special last year. Oh you remember, ‘Baby What You Want Me to Do,’ was the name. His lead guitarist joins in as well as the drummer. His leg won’t stop shaking and it's extremely distracting. Your eyes drink him in and swear you’re swooning over this man just sitting there! That’s all it took! Just put a guitar in his lap and you are on the floor weak.
His voice sounds so good with this one which shouldn’t surprise you. It’s gritty and full of temptation. You watch as his fingers slide up and down the neck of the guitar. Both of your eyes meet as he’s singing and you feel your heart stop. His eyes were so bewitching and sucked you in. It was as if no one else was in the room and he was trying to seduce you.
You got me doin' what you want me
Oh, baby, what you want me to do
You feel your body stiffen at those words. This should not be happening or even possible to feel so attracted to this man. You don’t understand what power he possesses but it was strong. It had you wanting to do whatever he wanted to do.
You me peeping, you got me hiding
You got me peep, hide, hide, peep
Any way you wanna let it roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You got me doin' what you want me
Oh, baby, what you want me to do
He bites his lip as he sings that last line and eyes you up and down. That one look just about killed you.
His guitarist breaks out in a solo and you need air or water or just a second to try to calm yourself down. You could not believe you were feeling like this! It felt ridiculous almost but this was Elvis you were feeling like this for. This was no ordinary man.
As the band keeps playing away, you quietly make your way out of the rehearsal room and down the hallway to where you find a bathroom. It was a smaller one with only two stalls, a beautiful vanity mirror, and a sink in front of it. You go straight to the mirror and see your deplorable reflection. Your cheeks were slightly flushed and your heart still raced by the way he was looking at you. No man had ever looked at you the way Elvis does. It was illicit and dangerous. You didn’t know any of the band members yet, they could easily suspect something was going on between you two.
You run the water and wash your hands, enjoying the cold water. You focus on calming down and trying to get your face not so red. You hear someone walk down the hallway in your direction and try to pull yourself together quicker. The door made a squeak when it opened and you quickly glanced up at the mirror to see who it was in the reflection. Your heart stops again.
“Everything okay baby?” Elvis asks low standing in the doorway.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just needed to use the restroom,” you try to deflect like nothing could be wrong.
“Oh, well you walked out of there pretty quickly, I thought something was really wrong,” he says seriously.
“Oh no, nothing like that. I just needed a moment,” you try to assure him. Actress or not, you were a terrible liar and he could see right through you.
He takes a step inside the bathroom and puts his hand up on the door frame, the door still cracked open behind his back.
“Honey seriously, what is it? I know when you’re hiding somethin’,” he says a bit miffed.
You couldn’t tell him. No. It was too embarrassing to say out loud.
“I’m fine, I’ll be out there in a sec. Just go on without me,” you huff, turning back around.
The door shuts and the sound of the lock bolting makes you quickly turn back around. Elvis stands inches away from you and doesn’t say a word right away. His gaze is serious and heated. He knows you’re lying through your teeth.
“Baby, I’m not going to ask again, what’s going on?” He growls.
“E-elvis I’m-, please don’t worry. Everything is fine. Let’s go back out there,” you say as you still feel your cheeks warm. You try to push past him but he won’t let you. He takes your hand and stops you.
“Why are you lyin’ to me hmm?” He asks low.
You sigh defeated, you couldn’t utter the words right to his face.
“Honey,” you whimper.
“I’m not letting you out of here until you tell me,” he says concerned, gently pulling you closer and pressing his body into his. You involuntarily groan when you feel his body touch yours. You felt on fire when he was this close and you know that small noise that just passed your lips blew your cover.
He tilts your chin up to look at him and his eyes light up with embers. The longer he looks at you, watching your breathing quicken, his lips start to form into a smug smile.
“Oh… I see what’s happening,” he tells you.
You hold onto the slack of his shirt and plead for him to be sensible.
“Please, you should be out there, everyone’s waiting for you,” you tell him to try to get focused again.
“They’ll be fine without me,” he grumbles. His hands slide down from your hips to the curve of your ass and you press into him more. He lets out a pleased sigh when he feels this reaction.
“Tell me, tell me what you need,” he says low into your ear. He places a soft kiss at the crook of your neck, just where you like to be kissed by him.
“Like you don’t know,” you say defiantly, your gaze heated at him.
You both were stubborn, and strong-willed with one another and neither of you was going to back down. He straightens his posture and cocks his head at you as he looks at your needy face. He picks you up and sets you firmly on the counter. The cold tile hits the backs of your thighs and you grunt when you feel his hands squeeze at your hips.
“I wanna hear it from your lips, honey. Tell me what had you running so quick out of that room,” he says. You stay silent, hoping he’ll give up. The way he’s looking at you though makes you weak. It was incomprehensible, but you couldn’t help but like it all.
“I want you…,” you sigh, hoping that will be enough for him to let you go.
He shakes his head at you, not liking the response.
“You’re going to have to be a little more specific. Why do you want me so bad hmm?” He asks slyly.
“Because you are pure temptation and I can’t handle being in the same room as you for too long,” you say grumpy.
“Now you know how I feel every single time I look at you,” he growls. More wetness pools in your panties and you’re aching for him. You pull at his arms, silently begging for him to touch you anywhere else.
“Jesus honey, please,” you sigh.
His hand travels down to the hem of your skirt and lifts it up, exposing your black panties to him.
He presses his fingers to your folds and you automatically moan. His face lights up with shock when he finds how wet you’ve become.
“God baby you’re soaked. What made you this wet baby? Tell me,” he demands as he groans, pushing two fingers at your entrance. You gasp and pull at his shirt.
“Fuck, all of it. Your voice, the way you moved, the way you sat there looking at me like you could fuck me from across the room. It was all too much,” you groan as he twists his finger into you.
“I can’t help it, baby, that’s just the way I sound, that’s the way I move. And I can’t help you look like the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” he confesses as he pulls you in for a passionate kiss. He leaves you breathless and more needy as time passes by.
“Please,” you beg in between kisses.
He pulls down your panties quickly and shoves them into his pocket. You tear at his pants, trying to get them off of him as quickly as possible. He has to help you with that part since he’s faster and pulls your body to the edge of the counter. He pulls his cock out of his pants and spits in his hand, rubbing it along his length. You look up at him and before you know it, he’s plunging his hard length inside you.
You both grunt loudly and gasp at the sensation. He quickly turns on the faucet to drown out both of your groans. You were tight around him and could barely take a normal breath. Searing pleasure ripples through you as he gives you time to adjust around him. He moved slowly and looked back into your eyes. He was so needy, he couldn’t get enough it seemed.
“God baby you’re so perfect,” he groans. He watches every expression you make as he moves and fills you more. You wrap your legs around his hips, letting him take on a different angle.
“How are you going to make it through watching the full show if you can’t even get through watching me rehearse,” he teases with a snap of his hips. Oh, it was cruel and also a valid point. You weren’t going to make it out alive.
“I’ll be in agony, begging for you as soon as you get off that stage,” you whimper. He groans at that proposition and fucks you faster.
“Jesus, you’re killing me. I would love to hear you beg for it,” he whimpers into your neck, placing more kisses there.
Your heart pounds in your chest as he takes you like an untamed animal. He was unrelenting with the pace he set and you hold onto him for dear life. He had never taken you like this. It was so dirty and wrong. You both liked it too much to stop though. He has you on the verge of crying out his name. He looks at you with lust swarming his every last thought. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, he was too powerful at this moment, taking you the way he wanted.
His thumb finds your throbbing bud and rubs it in focused circles. You buck into his touch and groan loudly. You felt your orgasm looming and he wasn’t letting you catch your breath.
“This feels good baby?” He pants, placing a kiss on your cheek.
“Yes,” you whimper.
“Good honey, you only get wet for me hmm?” He asks as he rolls his hips into you.
You whimper into his chest and become intoxicated with his cologne. Your senses were on overload and you couldn’t handle much more. He was going to have you dying for release.
“I wanna hear you say it, sweetheart. I wanna hear I’m the one who gets you so wet,” he groans into your ear. You still don’t respond as you feel your walls flutter around him and your heart feels like it might just fly out of your chest at his words. He doesn’t have the patience today to talk you through this, he wants an answer now. He stuffs you to the hilt and stops, pulling your hair to make you look up at him.
His gaze was intense and unwavering. You grab onto his forearms tightly and groan in agony as his grip on your hair tightens.
“Answer me. Who else can make you feel like this,” he growls. The tone of his voice gives you chills. You feel like the air got sucked out of you. It was possessive and intense. You had never seen this side of him.
“You,” you say in a hushed tone, “I only get like this for you baby,” you whimper.
He lets out a pleased sigh and moves slowly, making your eyes roll back.
“That’s right baby, only I can,” he groans as he places a passionate kiss on your lips. You tear at his shirt, wishing you could feel his warm body against yours. You look up in his eyes and see how much he likes this. His face looks very similar to when he was singing. So full of passion and ecstasy. He pleads with his eyes, wanting you to finish. He knows how to get you there.
A few more movements from those hips and your orgasm comes crashing down as you muffle your cry into his chest. You come hard and fast, squeezing around his cock with every thrust he gives you.
“Ohgod,” you whine.
He tries to muffle his groans as he is close too and you can feel how your arousal seeps out of you. It’s not long before he finishes too, holding onto you tightly as his cock twitches inside of you.
“God baby,” he moans, moving slowly in and out of you as he cums.
He burrows his face in the crook of your neck, holding onto your body tightly as you both tremble in each other's arms.
He pulls his length out of you with a grunt and takes a step away from you. His shoulders rise and fall quickly and he looks at you with a hunger in his eye still. He pulls your panties out of your pocket and hangs them on his finger.
“Do you wanna put these back on? Or are you going to continue to have bad thoughts?” He says slyly.
You huff at the question at hand and can’t help but push his buttons a bit.
“You’re going to tear them off me anyway after rehearsal, might as well keep them in your pocket,” you say, acting a bit cocky.
He smiles briefly and becomes serious again.
“When I ask you what’s wrong, you need to tell me what’s wrong. If you need something, anything at all, I need to know. No lying to me,” he tells you.
You nod your head and pull your skirt down before getting off the counter. You stand in front of him and wrap your hand around his cock while looking into his blue eyes. He’s still a bit hard and grunts when he feels your touch.
“I’m sorry. I’ll tell you the truth I promise. I’ll make it up to you later,” you say seductively as your hand slowly pumps his length. He squirms a bit as you touch him, still too sensitive from his orgasm. He bites his lip as he looks at you, drunk and infatuated by all of this.
“And what are you going to do to make up for such behavior,” he says softly.
“Whatever you want. You’ve never seen me on my knees before, have you?” You say innocently.
His face looks stunned after hearing what you just implied. He stops your hand and pushes you back against the countertop. He kisses you ravenously and leaves you breathless. He acts like he’s dying for your kisses and attention. He stops briefly and has a devious look on his face.
“I better get back out there and continue to drive you wild then hmm?” he quips cheekily.
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therealslimshakespeare · 9 months ago
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Dear John | Part 2
Masters of the Air Fanfiction
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Series Summary: Major John Egan wasn’t the pen-pal sort but a couple of hours into a dark night full of writing condolence letters he finds himself wondering why he never tried his hand at the nicer forms of correspondence. Who better to reanimate his numb inspiration than the glamorous Miss Lana Tierney? -the army’s girl next door, the pinup so prolific she was practically a wall paper print and Bucky’s long-standing cinematic crush. It’s not like she’ll read it anyways. Right? Right.
Warnings: suggestive language, crass vocabulary, the vintage form of sexting -honestly this is mostly fluffy in reply to his more overt letter
Author’s note: after episode four I’ve got feelings and fics for this universe that are far ahead of these establishing pieces. So I’ve gone ahead and tossed this preliminary one out but I may very well skip around and ahead to October next. At least now y’all know: she wrote him back. Hehe. If it’s of interest, I’ll probably end up writing John’s reaction to receiving this response as well as Gale’s response to realizing his friend actually went and sent that awful thing.
Date: Early August, 1943
Dear John, (I’m sorry Major Egan, I just had to)
Thank you for your kind letter of the 18th. It’s been many years since I received so delightful a correspondence or so candid an expression of admiration. And you should know I keep most of the letters the sweet people of this country send me. They’re stacked in quite an orderly fashion in my various garages, kept for the rainy days to peruse and keep the blues away and also so I might try very hard to reply. I don’t take such affection for granted. It’s humbling really, always has been, to be so loved by folks but it’s another level entirely to be singled out by someone as brave and impressive as yourself.
I found your letter to be heartfelt and wonderfully brave and in an effort to be equally transparent, you should know that when I finished it I clutched it to my breast and whispered half a dozen prayers for you. Or as you might say, I held it to my knockers.
That’s an awful word, you must know that Major.
As is “rack”, for that matter, but I’ve a sneaking suspicion that you would make it sound charming as even your blotted paper was electric. How could you dare to praise my film set flapjacks and mention making babies? I’m fizzing just glancing at it. You really must be quite the fella and I’m terribly sad now that our rendezvous, such as you say it was, got cut short. You must reprimand your friend -Buck, is it?- and tell him he did an bad deed that night. There’s nothing I like better than duets and hamburgers, we might’ve been one of the great loves by now if he hadn’t meddled. But don’t be too hard on him, if he’s the sort to take it well, kiss him for me, after you chide him.
But since we are being honest, I must admit, reading your letter, being privy to your thoughts, seeing myself through your eyes as it were - dear man, I feel rather riled. Quite riled, in fact. Why, I haven’t felt riled in a while, not like this. Not like an ordinary girl with an extraordinary boy. Do you know what I mean?
Maybe you don’t.
I mean regular, old fashioned flustered. That’s what you’ve made me. And thank you for that, John. Can I call you Johnny? I wonder if you’re the nickname sort, or if you’re real stern and serious, a real John-John. Not a Johnny at all. But either way, I think you deserve a treat, for being so nice, Major Egan. For reminding me I can feel my pulse somewhere besides my wrists before a show -and for all you’re doing in the war, besides. There seems to be no safer hands to trust this to, you do seem so very fond of them, I am led to believe you’d be protective of them, too.
Enclosed is something for the personal morale, I hope you’ll think of me nightly with it at hand, in fact, I’m so excited about it I’ve taken this ill advised measure to insure you do. I’d very much like a report, do they live up to your expectations? They’re homegrown, after all, I hadn’t much say in them but now I’ve got them, I don’t see why they shouldn’t do their bit to keep you alive. A small sacrifice.
One of those reasons you mentioned, John, you’ve so many of them, more than you know. A million souls over here rooting you on, insisting you make it out the other side.
I’m forefront among them, I’ll be scanning the crowd when I come to Europe -because I will, at your invitation. Perhaps if you send me a picture of your own mug I won’t be looking a fool asking every man in uniform if I remind them of an acorn. Are you going to tell me what on earth that means? I’ve tried to work it out but I always end up with some mathematical conundrum and I just know in my heart of hearts you wouldn’t let me down like that, would you Major? It’s something awfully salacious, isn’t it? Please let it be!
I’m a vain little thing and I can’t deny the way this poor heart of mine is all pitter pattering at the thought of you being so awful while also so nice. It’s a strange blend, and rather like my coke, I do prefer my men mixed.
Best wishes, may you have cloudless skies and fresh coffee to your heart's content. My sources -and I’ve excellent ones, an upside of working the war bond circuit- tell me you’re airforce. I think that’s remarkable and I hope you give that picture some thought. Mine, and yours.
Your vain little friend,
Julia Jean Turner
P.S.-I’m only ever ‘The Lana Tierney ‘ to strangers, and we aren’t strangers now, are we? not if you’re to take my picture to your bunk. i suspect you may have already taken that liberty. who’s to say I did not take similar liberties upon reading certain stirring passages of your letter? Xx 💋
__insert vintage titty pic__
Whew this week was a doozy wasn’t it? Here’s some fluff for those of y’all who needed it, and I can promise angst soon for those who want to stay in the soul shattering mood. Hope you enjoy. Feedback is a writer’s lifeblood, let me hear your screams.
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khunyuki · 5 months ago
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"I've lived my life with blade and you always in my mind"
ꜱɪᴅᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ: 𝚌. 𝚆𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚎?
Synopsis: After their very first mission as Defense Force Officers, Kagami and Soshiro promised to take care of each other when they got injured. That means taking the entire day/week off just to nurse them back to health. A few years have passed since then without any significant injuries, that's why it came as a surprise to Kagami when a certain someone came knocking at the First Division's front doors.
Pairing/s: Hoshina Soshiro x Fiancee!OC
Note/s: I'm posting this first cuz jealousy, jealousy was hard to write hahaha. It might take long but i'll definitely be posting that later tonight. Don't worry cuz reading this first doesn't affect anything hehe. Also, I changed the synopsis so readers won't be confused hehe. Enjoy <3
Genre: Fluff
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A few years back, when Kagami and Soshiro were still in the same division, they made a promise to each other.
"You were pretty reckless"
Kagami scolded the purple haired guy laying on the hospital bed with a bandages on his legs. Her words, heavily laced with concern.
"I could say the same with you"
Soshiro side eyed the black haired girl who was laying on the hospital bed besides his own. Her injuries were as bad as his, with the bandages on her head instead of her legs.
Kagami just averted his gaze, focusing instead on the fruits basket placed atop the drawer besides them. She picked up an apple, along with a small knife and plate, and started cutting it.
Soshiro could only sigh at his fiancee's evasiveness, though it did bring back the smile on his face. It wasn't unusual for them to be injured during a mission given their line of work. Most of the time, they'll get a few minor scratches here and there but not enough to guarantee a hospital stay. He was glad she only required a few stitches and that there weren't any lasting effects to her head.
"That, I want mine cut into bunnies"
Soshiro noticed that she finished cutting and requested for her to style it into bunnies. Without question, she did just that. He watched as she struggled to peel only the skin and not the flesh, laughing when she failed to do so.
"It's not funny"
Kagami complained with a pout, knowing full well that her struggling gives him joy. She once again heard his chuckle as she successfully massacred another slice. She looked at the mess in front of her and frowned. Cutting things was easy but peeling them was harder, especially if it's as small as this apple.
She can't complain though, this was one of her duties as his future wife. She's been practicing for this her whole life yet continued to fail over and over again. It didn't mean she'll give up as she uses her failure as her drive to do better.
"Want me to do it?"
Soshiro offered his help, still smiling in amusement as she shook her head no. Every little things she does brings a smile on his face, even something as small as failing to peel an apple properly. He'd find her words and actions as funny no matter how she thinks it isn't. Her reactions are so amusing to him, causing him to not stop trying to tease her.
Thank goodness she was skilled enough not to cut her fingers though or else he would've snatched that knife faster than she could react. No way he'd allow her to be hurt on his watch. It was already unfortunate enough for them to be in different squads thus resulting in their current situation, had he known he would've done better.
"I'm done"
Kagami declared and ate the massacred apple slices by herself.
"Wait, wait! I thought that was for me?"
Soshiro tried to stop her from eating it all and not leaving some for him.
"It was... but it's ugly so I can't give it to you"
Kagami was kinda upset she didn't get to make apple bunnies properly so she decided to eat it as to not waste food.
"Feed it to me"
Soshiro, in all seriousness with open eyes, demanded she stop and feed it all to him. No way he's letting all her hard work go to waste. She cut and peeled it for him so he'll eat it no matter what.
"W-what?"
Kagami was surprised at his sudden demand. She couldn't resist him, especially not when he opens his eyes to show her how serious he is.
"I said feed it to me~"
With a mischevious grin, he was back to his foxy attitude. He opened his mouth in an 'ahhh', showcasing his want to be fed.
"Y-you can do it yourself!"
Flustered, Kagami tried to look away. Offering him the entire plate so he could eat by himself.
"But my legs are injured and I can't move"
His eyes were closed but how was it possible to see him making puppy eyes at her? Paired with that pout, a fox like him acted like a sad dog.
"You can move your hands though"
Resist. Resist the temptations Kagami! Do not move your hands! Stop moving your hands!
"Ahhh~"
Opening his mouth, Soshiro was successfully fed by the red faced Kagami. His purple eyes bore holes into Kagami's own as he teasingly licked his own lips as an expression.
"Yum~"
Uzui Kagami.exe has stopped working.
"Excuse me but can you do your flirting elsewhere? The rest of us wants to sleep in peace"
A random officer mustered his courage to speak up. He tried to hide his flustered face by pretending to cough. The rest of the officer were looking away from them, red in the face, yet still nodded in agreement.
Kagami dropped the plate she was holding and teleported inside the blankets of her own bed. The plate of apples was fortunately caught by cackling Soshiro who was well aware of their audience.
Nobody said they were the only ones in the room hehe.
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"Kagami? Why are you still here?"
Kagami, who was discharged yesterday, came back the next day to take care of her fiance.
"I took a day off"
"Why?"
Surprised by her actions, Soshiro couldn't help by ask why she would specifically ask for a day off when she's never done so before. Also, he was supposed to be discharged later today.
"I want to take care of you... because you're my fiancee"
"Then next time, I'll be the one to take care of you"
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Whenever Soshiro visits the hospital, he thinks of that moment fondly. When they were still rookies, they would sometimes end up getting injured thus resulted in taking care of each other. Now that they were a bit more experienced, they no longer had to take care of each other in the hospital. It was better that way as it signifies that they were healthy and safe.
Still, as he reads the newspaper on his hospital bed, he couldn't help but let his mind wander in his wish to have his fiancee be there to take care of him. It was fine though, cause he didn't know how to break the news of him moving to the Third Division to her just yet. Also, he never really told her he got injured during his visit there.
When Captain Ashiro and Platoon Leader Ebina visited him earlier, he thought it was her. He was a bit disappointed but the offer they brought was enough to lift his spirits. He'd been wanting this for a long time. Someone who recognizes his efforts and need his strength. Somewhere he would be needed and not be treated like a tumor.
Kagami had always been by his side, supporting him, and finally there was someone else who believes in him like her. He wants her to join him there so they could leave the past and look forward.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and a familiar head peek inside. Soshiro saw the face of the person he'd been expecting to see the whole time. His heart fluttered when he saw her after thinking about her like he manifested her visit.
"I'm sorry I'm late. There was a long line at the cafe so it took a bit too long to buy this"
She headed inside and showed him something she was hiding on her back. In her hands was a small box with a dessert inside.
"Is that what I think it is?"
"Yeah. Mont Blanc!"
Kagami mirrored his excitement and confirmed his thoughts. She immediately prepared it for him, getting a plate and taking the dessert out of the box. She carefully placed it so as to not destroy its looks and offered it to him, which he accepted gratefully.
"By the way, I saw Captain Ashiro exiting the hospital earlier. Who do you think she visited here?"
Once she passed him the dessert, she took a seat at the chair beside him. He also took a bite before answering.
"Oh that, Remember how I went to the Third Division for a meeting? This and that happened and Captain Ashiro asked me to join the Third Division"
Soshiro recounted the story of what happened as soon as he got to the Third Division, the sudden appearance of a kaiju and how he helped with it, how he saved that kid and them being saved by Captain Mina, then the lastly, the offer given to him by the captain. Kagami attentively listened to his tales, reacting appropriately during significant parts. Soshiro greatly appreciates her lending an ear.
"Oh really? What was your answer?"
Finally, Kagami asked him what his answer to the offer was. It was something he had to prepare himself first before telling her as it was a big decision.
"I said yes"
Soshiro was filled with certainty at his decision. He didn't know how she'd react but he wanted to ask her to be with him as he moved too.
"Kagami, do you--"
Soshiro was cut off by an excited Kagami.
"Congrats! That's amazing! I knew there would be someone else who will recognize how great you are! I didn't think it would be THE Captain Ashiro Mina herself!"
She was so hyped up, so happy for him that he couldn't help but chuckle fondly. The tension he felt earlier disappeared and was replaced by fondness, feeling incredibly light.
"I'm sad that you'll be leaving but this is your chance to show the people from our division that they never should've underestimated you"
Her smile dropped once she thought that him moving was him leaving her alone. But still, she was smiling.
"Do you want to come with me? Captain Ashiro said her offer extends to you, as well"
Soshiro with greater courage now, seeing her smile drop, wanted to lift her spirits up. If he's moving to a better place, he wanted her to come with him too. At least they'll be together and won't be sad.
"Ehh? Really?? She's offering me to join the Third Division too???"
Surprised, Kagami couldn't believe her ears. Even her eyes as he nodded to affirm her words were true.
"Yeah, so what do you say?"
Soshiro turned back to his Mont Blanc to finally finish it as there only a few bites left. In doing so, he couldn't notice the storm brewing in Kagami's eyes.
"I'm sorry but I will have to decline"
Soshiro almost choked at her flat-out refusal. She offered him water in which he gratefully drank. He didn't think she'd refuse him like this. Sure she'd have doubts but usually she's agree with him.
"Why?"
Kagami took her time to answer and Soshiro found it hard to read her in that moment. Just when he started to think that something might be wrong, she looked him in the eyes with a determined expression.
"I also want to be recognized by my skills and not just because of goodwill. I want to prove myself to her so she'd be the one asking me to join herself"
While he didn't think she'd refuse him earlier, her explanation made a lot of sense. He'd refuse her too if it was him in her position. He only got this far because she and he believed in himself. They've both been doing their best to be the best version of themselves hoping someone will notice their efforts. So he wanted to believe she can do the same too.
"If it's you, I know you can do it"
Filled with the confidence that she shared with him, he ruffled her hair as they shared a hearty laugh.
They spent the entire day with each other. Kagami taking care of him until it was time to leave and Soshiro not wanting her to leave at all cuz he's such a baby when it comes to her. He didn't have to worry though cuz her days off lasted until he got better.
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True to her words, Kagami finally got someone else to see just what she is made of. While it may not be the captain of the Third Division that she caught the eye of, it was still a significant someone. That someone being the previous captain of the First Division and now the Director General of the Defense Force, Shinomiya Isao. It took a long time but she was finally there.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that being in the First Division was hard. With everyone exceeding expectations by being capable of eliminating honjus on their own, the stakes are really high. Especially for a recently promoted Platoon Leader like Kagami, who didn't know just when she'll be kicked out. She wonders why she got promoted at all despite there people being stronger than her in the First Division.
It also wasn't an exaggeration that the kaijus appearing near the Ariake Maritime Base were stronger than most. So when the new recruits in her squad finally had their first mission, she had to be more alert than ever. Cuz new recruits are prone to danger, like the one she just saved from accidentally killing himself. Unfortunately for her, being around danger means she's also prone to getting injured.
"I'm really sorry, Platoon Leader Uzui!"
The new recruit she saved once again bowed down in front of her. He was the reason her left arm is in a cast, letting it heal naturally. It was an accident where a hidden yoju suddenly appeared catching them off guard. Kagami chose to prioritize her subordinate's safety than hers which lead to the current situation.
The application of using the regenerative ability of the kaijus in medical treatments was still being researched and is currently in its experimental stages, thus making it exclusive only to Defense Force higher ups.
Being a Platoon Leader, Kagami was lucky enough to be able to take part in it. Instead of suffering from a mangled arm requiring surgery, the treatment made it possible for her arm to heal quickly by mending her broken bones. In the end, it is still required for her to heal naturally and not move it much.
"Don't worry about it. I'm just glad you're safe. I don't want my subordinates to get hurt under my watch"
Kagami reassured the officer in front of her by placing her right hand on his arm. The officer was overwhelmed by the kindness she's showing that caused him to be emotional.
"Platoon Leader..."
"If you're really sorry, make sure you work hard to get stronger from now on"
Knowing what she said wasn't enough to remove his guilt, she encouraged him to be better.
"Yes, ma'am!"
The soldier saluted and finally left her alone. Kagami was about to leave as well when Vice Captain Hasegawa approached her. She greeted him with a salute and he nodded in return.
"You are as kind as ever, Platoon Leader Kagami. I know you want to save as many people as possible but you should not sabotage your health"
He complimented her, referencing about her interaction with an officer. He also scolded her for getting injured badly in concern.
"My apologies, sir. Umm... Is there something wrong? Is Captain Narumi causing trouble again?"
She gave a sheepish smile knowing she'll do it again if it mean saving someone. Though she couldn't help but noticed the troubled expression on his face which only means one thing: Captain Narumi.
"Somewhat. It has something to do with your visitor"
"Eh?"
Captain Narumi was causing trouble because of her visitor? But she wasn't expecting anyone to come visit her? Also, she didn't understand why the Vice Captain himself would tell her the news.
"You'll understand soon enough. Follow me"
Noticing her confusion, Vice Captain Hasegawa led her to where Captain Narumi and her visitor were.
As they got closer to the meeting room, she could hear Captain Narumi's boisterous voice. It was so loud that she didn't have to strain her ears to know that it was him. And there was also a familiar laughter coming inside the room. There's no way...
When Vice Captain Hasegawa opened the door for them to enter, she finally understood why Captain Narumi was reacting that way. Her fiancee, Vice Captain Hoshina Soshiro, was sitting in front of her Captain. His smug smile and foxy expression was clear enough for her to know that he's been teasing the guy the whole time.
"Vice Captain Hoshina?"
"Ahhh, you're here?"
Soshiro averted his gaze at his self-proclaimed rival to look at his fiancee, pointedly staring at her casted arm. His smile, straining a little bit with a frown.
"Today, I am here to request that Platoon Leader Uzui Kagami take a day off from work while she heals"
He finally revealed his intentions after seeing the two sitting down. Captain Narumi and Vice Captain Hasegawa were shocked at his request. They were expecting something else and didn't stop to think of such an absurd reason.
"Haaaa??? Who are you to ask for that with my Platoon Leader, haaa??"
Captain Narumi, having composed himself first grew more irritated. How could his rival talk for his Platoon Leader like that? His friend has a mind of her own and can request to rest by herself. He knew she was injured and wanted her to rest himself but having his rival demand that bring a bad taste to his mouth. It's not like he's forcing him to work, damn it.
"I'll say it in word you can understand. My fiancee is hurt and I demand you let her rest"
Fiancee?? They turned their heads to look at the blushing woman, embarrassed for being the source of this mess and the attention she's getting.
"Don't tell me you specifically came here just to ask that?"
She tried to compose herself by looking his way. Surely that wasn't the sole reason he came here?
"Of course, you wouldn't do so otherwise. Ah don't worry, I got permission to leave from Captain Ashiro so I could take care of you"
That's it. That's the end of her. How could he say such things so calmly in front of her superiors? She's sure as hell this would reach the ears of the whole division and they would not let her live it down. She couldn't even hide her face cause her free hand is too small to cover it.
"I have paperwork"
"That's fine. You can just bring it home and I'll help you"
Kagami can't do this anymore. Her superiors are digging holes into her and her fiancee's finds it too amusing to help her.
"Captain, Vice Captain, can I request for a leave until I heal enough to get back to work?"
Kagami asked for permission herself, trying to save herself despite it being a futile attempt. There's no stopping Soshiro when he's this stubborn.
"I'll grant you paid leave"
Vice Captain Hasegawa felt pity for his subordinate, who clearly want to bury herself in a hole, thus granting her wish.
"Thank you, sir"
Kagami stood up as fast as she could and left to go to her room. She ignore the curious glances thrown her way by confused onlookers, who rarely get to see her running and flustered.
Soshiro who was left inside the room stared at his rival, who was uncharacteristically quiet. He felt pity and at the same time doesn't for he knows what the male in front of him feels for his fiancee.
His phone vibrated indicating that he received a message.
"I'm heading down soon. Meet me at the lobby. Also, please stop torturing my Captain"
"Well then, i guess I'll have to leave now too"
Soshiro stood up and said his goodbyes and thanks as he pocketed his phone. He's looking forward to the spending the rest of the day, and the days after that with his fiancee.
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pdpenpals · 4 months ago
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happy to have found your blog, love the concept!
could we maybe get a confession letter from pdh!travis? 👉👈
hi!! thank you so much, anon. hope you like the liberties i've taken with this request (you didn't specify what kind of confession it was going to be!! /silly), hehe. you'd wanna hear what this lil guy has to say, but he thinks it may be a little too much.
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as expected, there’s another letter waiting for you at the usual spot. sure, it’s exciting, but you can’t help but wonder how fast it takes for your “secret admirer” (as your friends like to put it, even though you insist you're just friends) to send you a reply and leave it without you being able to catch a glimpse of him. maybe you should be scared instead. is it even possible to do that? who would have so much free time on their hands to go through the trouble of this anonymous (sorta) exchange? you two apparently.
the envelope as always is the plain white ones you can easily buy in bulk for cheap. there’s no seal, but you can easily tell it’s been shut tight by glue. you look around and find no one else within the vicinity, so you decide it should be fine to open it and start reading then and there. as usual, it's left unsigned.
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My dearest cruel friend,
Re: your last letter, ouch. After how I’ve bared myself to you these past few weeks, that’s how you reply? As someone who’s been in Phoenix Drop longer than I have, I don’t think that’s very “bleeding heart” (I don't think that's the actual word they use but does anyone actually memorize the school's core values??) of you. Just kidding. Sorry.
I still wonder what life would be like if I never transferred to PD. So far acads and socializing have gotten better than expected but never easier. To be honest, what I have now isn’t exactly how I thought my high school experience here would be like. This year, I imagined going out with friends more, maybe even a nightly rendezvous with someone who’s caught my eye, but my words and I are falser than vows made in wine. 
My bad, practice has been way too fun to not quote this year's play. Seriously though…
I say all that, yet here I am, spending more time at school than I should, sticking around for a while longer on campus, checking every other hour for your next letter. Before I knew it, I’d spent the majority of this semester getting to know you. Now I do, and I am sure that there’s no one else like you in this world. I guess you could say I’m absolutely smitten by you.
My friend says I should just go up to you and reveal myself already, and as much as I want to say I don’t think it’s the right time yet, or that I prefer the intimacy of being your faceless penpal (free to quarrel with you all I like in pen without being judged), I’m honestly very very afraid of what you’d think of me when we finally meet face to face. No matter how hard I try, I'll never be like said friend, forward and confident and cool.
It is as clear as day that my fate is sealed.
You’d hate to hear this, but I’ve been meaning to distract myself from our exchange by choosing to hang out more with other people, hence my slower replies. But hear me out when I say that there’ll be this little something about them that makes me think all about you, and then I’ll get upset since they will never be anything like you. So there’s no way for you to tell me that don’t think of you every day.
PS. You’ve probably figured out who I am by now, haven’t you?
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fxirybun · 26 days ago
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hii fxiry, i saw in your status it says that celeb readings are open? if they are, may i request a reading on joshua’s ideal type :) and if possible what would an ideal date look like for him? like what kind of activities he would like to do, how would he treat his date. hehe ignore this if your readings are still closed tho! thank u!!
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ෆ⸒⸒ the card spreads
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ෆ⸒⸒ personality-wise
somehow i'm getting ceo vibes when it comes to his ideal type lol. the first thing that came into my mind was how joshua is looking for someone who doesn't spend their money on a whim or simply being a practical individual. instead , the person would rather save or invest their hard-earned money on something else. he's attracted to people who are humble or down-to-earth with what they currently have. he's also drawn to someone who can provide both emotional and financial support when it comes to being in a relationship.
joshua may also prefer a person who's independent or can stand on their own and is capable of taking good care of themselves and others. i feel that his ideal type is leaning more so on the reserved and chill side of things. the metaphor "calm before the storm" kept on repeating in my mind for this tarot session. it seems to me that he's attracted to those who have this patient and calm presence within themselves and how it allows the person to be able to handle the hurdle of their life without breaking a sweat whatsoever.
he may also be drawn to people who have gone through a lot of ups and downs and how it made them not act very emotional or over dramatic with themselves in a particular situation. a sense of balance between the mind and the heart so to speak since joshua doesn't like it when the person lets their emotions get into their head , not being able to take over about the things they need to prioritize on.
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ෆ⸒⸒ physical traits
as for appearances , joshua may be attracted to those who have sharp and angular or well-defined features and how there’s something about them that feels cunning or sly. a person who looks sharp and well-put-together with an air of sophistication or quick wit in how they present themselves. oh wait now this reminded me of that one tiktok audio "looks like they could kill you... is a cinnamon roll" lmao. it's like joshua is drawn to people who look cold but underneath it is actually just a person who has a warm and affectionate energy. someone who looks kind , soft , and approachable to other people.
joshua could be attracted to those who may have a gentle or romantic side that draws people in and how he may find this type to be physically appealing for him. an individual who also has this very sweet smile and at the same time , has sharp or deadly eyes that can pierce right through you. he could possibly be attracted to those who pay attention to details of what they're wearing. he may also prefer someone who takes great care of their appearance and has a sense of commitment to their style. perhaps someone who looks elegant based on how they dress or present themselves.
a person who likes to wear pieces of jewelry whilst going out to work or hanging out with someone. "oh , so they're rich-rich" is what i'm getting from joshua's side.
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cheesy09 · 1 year ago
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[CN] Kiro's Absolute Match Mind's Quest (Part 2)
🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸
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Note: This date explores some very suggestive themes, so if you do not meet the game's required 16+ age rating, I'd suggest to avoid reading this date.
Part 1: HERE
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[CHAPTER 5]
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After successfully communicating with the organizer of the charity match, I shared the news with Kiro that I was going to join the cheerleading team.
Of course, he was surprised and delighted. We agreed to supervise each other and continue our "hellish training".
There were more fulfilling things to do in the long summer. While the exercises were obviously boring, they made my mood warm up every day.
In the blink of an eye, it was the day the baseball game started.
MC: Savin, have you seen Kiro?
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Savin: He seems to have been called to the other side. Do you want me to find him?
MC: No, I'll go find him myself!
Savin nodded and gave me a thumbs up.
Savin: With the way you look today, I guarantee that Kiro will be looking straight at you!
I laughed twice, pulled on my cheerleading skirt with slight embarrassment, turned around and walked quickly in the direction he pointed.
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Though this charity competition wasn't such a high-key event, many influential figures were invited, and the backstage area was bustling with people.
MC: Sorry, excuse me, thank you... Kiro! I'm here!
I waved my hand energetically. Kiro looked around after hearing the sound. His eyes lit up instantly when he saw me.
He walked quickly through the crowd and came to me, his eyes full of amazement.
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Kiro: Today you, you....
MC: How is it? Youthful, right?
I smiled, raised my pompom and struck a pose.
Kiro: Very youthful!
Kiro: I can't believe you actually hid such a cute appearance and are only showing it to me now. No wonder you refused to let me come watch you rehearse yesterday.
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MC: Hehe, of course the surprise must be discovered on the same day the surprise is happening!
MC: Originally, I wanted to wait a little longer and let you see it during the performance, but I was afraid that it would be too late to perform the ritual for you.
Kiro: Ritual?
MC: Did you forget?
I took out the prepared marker, took his hand, and wrote my name one stroke at a time on the inside of his wrist.
MC: You said during the game, that writing the names of important people on your wrist will bring good luck to the game. I remember that.
This is another reference to Kiro's Heatwave Date :>
Kiro opened his mouth and then smiled.
Kiro: Mm, I'll definitely live up to this mark.
He gently held my hand, folded our palms together and covered the handwriting.
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Kiro: Then, we agree that we'll be each other's witnesses later on, and that we'll both stand in the most dazzling place.
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After the lively opening ceremony, the music sounded again.
MC: Three, two, one, GO!
The girls on the cheerleading team jumped briskly onto the sports field with neat steps.
Almost instantly, I locked onto those pair of eyes I wanted to see most in the sea of spectators.
Blue, bright, and only mine.
Whether I was jumping, catching a throw, or even turning my back, I could clearly feel that line of sight firmly locked on me.
My heart felt as full, as if it was filled with air, but my body was lighter than the clouds.
Did Kiro feel the same way on stage every time I looked at him from off stage?
Accompanied by the rapid drum beat, the once extremely difficult movements during practice no longer seemed to be difficult at this moment. I supported my teammate's hand, stepped hard, turned around, flipped, and froze in the final step.
Woah--
I knew that the applause on the field at that moment may not have been because of the cheerleading performance, but a warm up for the next game.
But I also firmly believed that the handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes in a baseball uniform who stood up to applaud - all of his cheers were only for me.
I took a breath to calm down and watched the players from the two teams appear one after another.
The captain on the left was Carol. He was standing next to Kiro while watching the cheerleading performance. When our eyes met, he smiled and winked at me;
And the captain on the right was of course, Kiro. He tried his best acting like a big star, but the moment he saw Carol making a face, he couldn't hold back from giving him a smack in the face;
MC: Pfft...
I suppressed my laughter and watched the two teams shake hands with each other.
The other members of the cheerleading team all left the field, leaving me the only one still standing on the field. Kiro looked at me with slight confusion.
At that moment, the referee handed the baseball to me.
Referee: Please kick-off the game, miss.
MC: Okay.
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Kiro: .....!!
Hmph, how unexpected!!
If there were a comic-like dialog box above my head at this moment, it might have been an extremely big and extremely gorgeous dialog box that I could show off to everyone.
This was the second surprise I had prepared for him.
Kiro: MC...
For the first time, Kiro's eyes were extremely wide. If the referee hadn't order the athletes to get into position, he might have rushed in front of me by now.
In the end, Kiro walked to home plate and raised his bat.
I held the ball in both hands and took a deep breath.
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MC: I hope...
I hope the next word didn't need to be said. All of my hopes were in my hands.
I raised my hand, twisted my body as much as possible, and swung the ball hard.
Boom!
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Referee: Strike out!
Referee: After the end of the first half, there'll be a ten-minute intermission.
Unknowingly, the seventh game had concluded, leaving the score between the two sides very tight. Although this was just a friendly charity match, the competition's intensity was not low. While Kiro's baseball abilities were good enough, he hadn't reached a level where he could crush his opponents.
What's more was that he was facing against Carol.
I clenched my hands and looked at Kiro not far away.
The halftime break was very important, and he was discussing follow-up tactical arrangements with his teammates, a serious look on his face.
When Kiro entered working mode, his eyebrows seemed to be three points sharper than usual, and his blue eyes were astonishingly bright.
Even though his teammates were all leaders in various fields, at this moment, they all listened to his explanation with conviction and admiration.
Six or seven minutes passed, and since the tactics were almost planned, everyone dispersed to take a final break. Kiro also smoothed his sweaty hair and hurried to the bathroom.
MC: Huh?
When he raised his hand, I realized that the name I wrote before going on the field had been smudged by sweat, leaving only a few strokes remaining on his wrist.
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[CHAPTER 5: Interweaving Emotions]
The sun shone brightly and the lawn on the court was coated with a fuzzy halo. The cheerleaders were in uniform and exuded youthful vitality under the dynamic music.
Obviously they were all wearing the same uniform, and their formations changed at an almost dizzying extent, but Kiro's eyes never strayed from the girl's body for even a second.
Carol: Hey...
She smiled brightly, and the dangling pompom in her hand was the finishing touch, making her entire body sparkle.
Kiro couldn't help laughing along, turned on his camera, and zoomed in a little bit to try and capture his Miss Chips in the fast-paced dance.
Carol: Kiro, it's all so blurry and you still want to take pictures? Where can I see your partner here?
Carol: .....
Carol: Hey, Bro!
Kiro felt a heavy tap on his shoulder. He subconsciously turned his head and saw Carol, who was seated with him in the stand-by area, raising his eyebrows in depression.
Carol: I've been talking to you. Why are you just looking at your sweetheart?
Kiro: She's performing, so of course I've gotta watch her at all times.
Kiro said, his eyes falling on the girl again, the smile in his eyes never disappearing.
Carol: Then the two of you really match each other.
Carol: When you were practicing, she was in the same state as you, with almost the same expression. Looking without blinking - yes, just like that - and smiling from time to time!
While Carol was describing in shock, there was a bit of envy in his eyes.
Carol: Tsk, no wonder you didn't admit that I was your "soulmate" before. The compatibility between your souls is rare in this world~
When Kiro wanted to respond to his opponent, he found the girl on the court looking at him for a moment, and he quickly straightened up and waved.
After a while, he turned back to look at Carol, who looked even more "haunted", with a hint of apology on his face.
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Kiro: Uh... what did you just say? Soulmate?
Kiro quickly went through every detail of his and the girl's daily life in his mind, and unconsciously felt sweetness in his heart.
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Kiro: Almost, but the word soulmate isn't good enough.
Kiro: In my heart, she is MC. She is my favorite person.
Kiro: As long as I look at her, I know what's in her heart. Whether she is happy or sad.
Kiro: That's why I'm eager to bring her the best things in the world!
Kiro: But you won't understand, even after I've told you all of this.
Kiro: This is a unique connection between me and her. Go ahead and envy it~
The more Kiro said it, the prouder he felt. Because no matter how good the pronouns were, he couldn't explain the girl in his heart. She was so unique that even the most beautiful words used to describe her would feel a bit inferior.
But as he talked, Kiro noticed that the person beside him remained silent and he turned to look back--
Carol was very dramatically covering his ears.
Carol: Wow, I'd love to see you show off your affection, but isn't this "dog food" a little bit much?!
Kiro: You even know the term "dog food". It's very local~
T/n: The term "狗粮" (dog food) is Chinese slang used to refer to PDA, i.e. public display of affection :>
Kiro smiled and bent his eyes, the little pride in his heart swelling like a balloon. Just as he was about to continue being arrogant--
The music on the field stopped and the performance ended.
Kiro immediately stood up and moved his wrists and ankles, his eyes filled with determination. Then, he turned to Carol and raised his eyebrows provocatively.
Kiro: Chat's over, old classmate. Now, you have to be careful.
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Kiro: Because I won't let her down.
Kiro: Today's victory will belong only to "us".
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[CHAPTER 6]
Two minutes to go.
I clenched the marker in my hand and looked at the bathroom door anxiously.
The moment Kiro appeared, I immediately rushed over and pulled him into a corner of the stairwell.
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Kiro: ...?!
MC: The wording is blurry. Let me make up for it.
I couldn't help but uncap the pen and write more seriously and vigorously than last time. Kiro laughed and carefully wiped off the wet water stains on my wrist.
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Kiro: You seem to be extra superstitious today.
MC: I can be as superstitious as I want.
MC: And I have even more superstitious tricks.
I stood up on tiptoes and fiercely kissed Kiro's lips, almost knocking his teeth in my haste. He smiled and gently accepted the tip of my tongue again.
One minute left.
Please, please, pass all my luck today to him through this kiss.
I didn't know if there was such a god in the sky that could grant my wishes, but I would still stubbornly pray for it.
As long as Kiro was fighting everything in this world, I would make this wish.
Thirty seconds to go. An announcement was made outside reminding the players to enter.
I pressed against the tip of his nose, and said word by word.
MC: Because I've see how hard you've worked this month, I really want you to win.
MC: It doesn't matter if he's an MLB super rookie. You're still my superhero.
I kissed those most beautiful eyes in the world again, and then pushed Kiro towards the arena.
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MC: So, you can definitely win.
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MC: Although Carol's "Fire Team" was about to strike out with a beautiful outfield ball to send the game into overtime...
MC: Kiro, the ace player of the "Sunshine Team", hit a perfect homerun, base, and hit in the tiebreaker!
I deliberately emphasized the word "homerun", leaned on the sofa, took a sip of beer, and continued reading.
MC: "Then, in the defensive round, Kiro made another critical hit, completely ending the game and winning the final victory."
MC: "All income and prize money from this competition will be donated to the Youth Sports Development Foundation..."
Kiro: Why are you still reading the report? The game ended long ago.
Kiro's voice sounded from above my head.
After the game, Kiro and I were really tired, so we simply declined most of the subsequent interviews and activities and went home to lie down.
MC: It hasn't been that long. It's only been half an hour since we got home, of course I'm still very excited. Here, look.
I showed Kiro the screen of my phone with a smile. There was a photo of the victors, hugging and celebrating.
--And this time, I was also among the victorious group, firmly captured by the image.
MC: I emphasized to Xiao Zheng and the others that this photo was very important and had to be taken!
MC: This way, we can make up for the regret of not having a celebratory photo at Hitachi High School last time!
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Kiro: ! Quick, send me a copy!
MC: Sent, check~
I not only sent him this photo, but also some other photos of the game, as well as bits and pieces of training over the past month.
Kiro: So many...
He slowly looked through them one by one in amazement, and I leaned on his shoulder, smiling contently.
MC: Is it a lot? I still think it's little.
MC: If I were a photographer, I'd take a thousand time-lapse pictures during your competition and pick them slowly!
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Kiro: Hahaha!
While we were looking through the photos, we casually drank a bunch of beers. Suddenly, Kiro's cell phone rang and he clicked on the screen.
MC: What's up?
Kiro: It's Carol. He said he's going back to the United States tomorrow morning and wanted to treat us to dinner tonight.
Kiro: Do you want to go?
MC: Hm... after all, he is your friend, so I do need to be there.
MC: But I'm still so tired now...
I pointed at Kiro's baseball uniform and then at my cheerleading uniform.
MC: See, we haven't changed our clothes since we laid down here.
Kiro: Shall we take a shower then?
MC: Let's rest for ten more minutes, shall we?
Kiro: Hmm... No, I'll get sleepy if I lie down any longer.
MC: But right now I'm too lazy to move even a finger--
Before I could even finish speaking, my body suddenly rose into the air, and Kiro picked me up.
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Kiro: It's okay, you don't have to move.
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MC: Wait a minute, Kiro. I seemed to have missed something.
Perhaps it was dopamine, controller of excitement, or perhaps it was the gradually brewing drunkenness. While Kiro was helping me unscrew the liquor, I suddenly pulled him back.
Kiro: Eh? Is it a bath towel, or a change of clothes? Should I go get it for you?
MC: It isn't...
I hesitated and couldn't answer, so I just took two more steps towards him.
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MC: It's... something about you.
Kiro: [still clueless] About me? What is it?
I still couldn't answer, but my instincts drove me to seek out for him.
Not on his sleeves, not on his fingers, not on his chest...
The hormones caused by teen sports mixed with alcohol filled my nasal passages, making my head dizzier.
MC: It seems like... It seems like it's here.
Finally remembering, I gently licked the corner of Kiro's mouth.
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MC: Yes, I remembered, you missed the praise.
As I spoke, I rubbed his neck again and again, and his center of gravity grew unstable for a moment. I tipped Kiro slightly and we sat on the ground together.
The showerhead slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. The inverted water rolled twice, and fine water droplets began to scatter unscrupulously.
Kiro blinked, and his breathing became a little faster.
Kiro: ...MC, are you drunk?
MC: ...Am I? Maybe so.
MC: Anyway, don't change the subject! You anyways missed it. You didn't say it.
I reluctantly pried open Kiro's lips, as if wanting to get the treasure that a brave man deserved after going on an adventure.
MC: I've praised you for being so amazing on the field, but you haven't praised my performance yet.
MC: Hurry up, or else the peacock who spread their tail and got no response will be angry...
Kiro suddenly raised his hand and lifted up his team uniform.
My hand that had initially been loosely clinging to his arm failed to grasp it, and my entire body suddenly fell into his arms.
Kiro: Don't be angry.
His breath touched my lips, and his voice mixed with the gurgling water.
Kiro: It was an oversight on my part. I should've really praised MC.
Kiro: How about using my entire body as your prize?
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MC: Really? It's all mine?
I blinked in surprise and confusion, and my hands suddenly fumbled away indiscriminately.
From his eyes, to his nose, to his cheeks, to his Adam's apple...
Kiro's body continued to heat up under my touch and caress, and the heat captured in my palms spread to my body along my fingertips.
He kept maintaining a posture that allowed me to ask for anything. Only his rapid breathing and tight muscles guided the smoothest path.
Guiding me into opening this gift that was mine.
I couldn't help but confirm it again.
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MC: Is it all mine?
Kiro: It was yours from the very beginning.
MC: Huh, if it was always mine, it can't be considered a prize for my hard work today, right?
Kiro: .....
Kiro: I found that Miss Chips is very logical when drunk.
His Adam's apple rolled, and the corners of his mouth curled up helplessly.
Kiro: Then should I tell you some hidden rewards?
He grabbed my hand. But this time, the rhythm of the body was completely dominated by him.
It was like an unimagined arrangement of a familiar piece of music, and the unaccustomed rhythm made it impossible for me to resist.
I could only be passively guided by him, and go with him to open doors that I'd never touched before.
The salty sweat mixed with alcohol filled my mouth with the taste of summer.
Kiro: Particularly dazzling...
I seemed to hear Kiro's dazed murmur, and I opened my eyes in a daze.
MC: ...what did you say?
Kiro: I'm talking about you on the court today.
His eyes were hidden behind his wet bangs, like the most bewildering ocean.
I was immersed in this ocean, but I knew it was about to set off a giant tsunami.
Kiro: And you now.
Unknowingly, the water had flowed along the floor tiles.
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bambirex · 1 year ago
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Tell It With Your Heart
Pairing: Geraskier
Characters: Jaskier/Dandelion, Geralt of Rivia
Additional tags: fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, acts of kindness, soft Geralt of Rivia, soft Jaskier/Dandelion, getting together, domestic fluff, friends to lovers
Word count: 2,504
Chapters: 1/1
Summary: While Jaskier always says what's on his mind, Geralt works a little differently. That doesn't mean he cannot tell Jaskier how he feels - he just does that without words.
Author's notes: for @wren-of-the-woods!! Wren, dear, we've talked so much about the different love languages the Witcher characters would have, and we both agreed Geralt's would be acts of service, so I had to gift this to you! I hope you'll like it, thank you so much for brainstorming with me ❤️
It's really nice finally being back with some fluff! There's a scene that might be familiar to some as it's directly taken from the Spirit cartoon hehe
Read on Ao3
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Geralt wasn't a man of many words, Jaskier was well aware of that. For the first few months that they've spent traveling together, Jaskier was mostly met with grunts and an awful lot of "hm"s, and if Geralt has graced him with a sentence consisting of more than three words, Jaskier was practically over the moon.
It wasn't because he was dumb as many people believed witchers to be: Geralt was very intelligent, he was just simply very closed-off. He had many walls pulled up around his heart, protecting him from the harshness of the world. Armor on his body and on his soul, Jaskier mused about it one day.
It took a while for Jaskier to understand Geralt. The bard was very talkative, has been that way all his life: he's talked his way out of the worst situations, has seduced his lovers with his kind words, and has made himself a name with his poetry. For him, it was hard to imagine there were ways to talk without using words, until he met Geralt.
That was why he needed some time to put the pieces together after the first time Geralt has returned with two rabbits dangling over his shoulders one day.
It was a couple of months after Jaskier's joined Geralt on the path. Money was scarce, and so the food was too, and Jaskier may have complained a little about being hungry. Geralt has growled at him that if he wanted to eat, he was more than welcome to go and find food for himself. Jaskier decided it was wiser if he didn't do that on his own.
When Geralt told him to stay in one place while he disappeared into the woods, Jaskier was sure Geralt has left him behind. He cursed himself for being so stupid to whine about being hungry while he knew right well that Geralt was working his ass off trying to gather enough for the both of them. Now he really did it, he annoyed Geralt to the point that he wouldn't come back for him.
But Geralt returned, with one tiny, scrawny rabbit and a large, fat one. He did not say a single word, he just sat down on a tree trunk and started skinning them. Jaskier stood there confused, anxiously rubbing his fingers together while Geralt got to cooking the meat.
Once he was done, he handed Jaskier the much bigger rabbit. It smelled deliciously, and Jaskier noticed that Geralt cooked his rabbit so much better than his own, Jaskier's meat being pink and juicy, while Geralt's looking bony and half raw.
"We can share mine, I won't be able to eat all of this anyway," Jaskier offered. Geralt shook his head, not even looking up as he started tearing at his own food.
"You need it more than me," was all he said. Jaskier tried a couple more times, but Geralt refused his offer.
"Thank you," Jaskier said softly when they were done eating. His stomach was full, and he felt warm and comfortable. Maybe it was the post-lunch daze that made him see things that weren't there, but it seemed like Geralt looked satisfied as he watched Jaskier rest a hand on his full belly.
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The night was cold, possibly the coldest all winter. They were refused from every single inn. Things seemed more hopeless than ever, and the night was slowly creeping up on them. Jaskier pulled his furs tighter around his body, his teeth chattering loudly as they wandered around, trying to find a place to rest.
They eventually found a tiny stable. It was an old, ragged building, not very warm and the hay was dusty and dry, but it was better than nothing.
Geralt placed both their blankets over the hay, then gestured at Jaskier to lie down on them. Jaskier raised an eyebrow in question.
"What about you?"
"Lie down, Jaskier."
Jaskier did, but his confusion remained as Geralt took his own fur off and laid it over him.
"Geralt, you're going to be cold," Jaskier protested. He tried to hand the fur back, but Geralt threw it back at him.
"Burrow in," Geralt said. He leaned down and wrapped the furs around Jaskier as tight as he could, cocooning him until he was as warm as he could be. "It's only going to get colder. I'll be okay."
"Geralt," Jaskier sighed, "please. I don't want you to freeze to death. At least... come a little closer, then?"
Jaskier could swear he saw a hint of a blush on Geralt's cheeks. The witcher hesitated for a moment before he lay next to Jaskier, shifting close enough that their sides touched.
It was the best sleep Jaskier has gotten in weeks. He felt safe and warm against Geralt's side, who seemed to have shifted even closer to him during the night. Jaskier didn't mind, not even a little bit.
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"Oh, this is really pretty," Jaskier sighed dreamily, "very lovely."
"It would look marvelous on you," the vendor mused as he held up the necklace for Jaskier. The thin golden chain glimmered in the candlelight. The medallion, forming a tiny bird, dangled off the vendor's hand.
"That's so kind of you to say, but it's a bit expensive," Jaskier sighed. He fell in love with that necklace the second he's laid his eyes on it, but they weren't here to buy jewelry with the small amount of coins they had. Geralt was browsing the shelves for the necessary supplies they needed for the path. He had his back to Jaskier, but Jaskier was sure he was rolling his eyes over Jaskier's ridiculous love for pretty jewelry.
Jaskier tried not to show his disappointment when they left the shop. He stared down at his boots and bit his lip, imagining how that necklace would have looked on him.
They barely even made a few meters when Geralt abruptly turned around.
"I forgot something," he said, all but storming back in the shop.
He was back soon, holding a tiny bag in his hand. Jaskier eyed it curiously.
"What is it? Something for Roach?"
Geralt cleared his throat a little awkwardly before he squeezed out a "no". Then, he gave the bag to Jaskier.
"It's mine?"
"It's yours."
"Well, that should be interesting," Jaskier chuckled softly as he peeled the bag open. He let out a loud gasp when he saw what was inside.
"Geralt..." Jaskier whispered, his throat constricting around the words. "You shouldn't have..."
"I know you liked it," Geralt replied. He didn't look at Jaskier, instead stared at a small rock on the ground. He kicked it, watching it roll away as if it was the most interesting thing he has ever seen. "So, there."
Jaskier suddenly didn't know what to do with himself. He wanted to run back to the shop and give it back, he wanted to berate Geralt for spending so much on something so useless, but he also wanted to sob and throw himself into Geralt's arms.
He did the latter, clutching Geralt so hard that the witcher let out a surprised huff. Jaskier buried his face in Geralt's neck, his eyes welling up with tears.
"I don't know why you're being so kind to me," Jaskier whispered, "you shouldn't have to do all this for me."
"I should," Geralt said. He brought up a hand and placed it onto Jaskier's back, a slightly awkward but very endearing attempt at a hug. "You're welcome."
*
Jaskier sat in the grass, scribbling in his notebook while Geralt sat next to him, working on his bestiary. It was a nice and comfortable way to spend time together: just being close to each other, both working on their own thing while not having to be alone. As years have passed, Jaskier has learned to appreciate these moments. He used to think of them as boring, awkward silence, but now he understood just how precious it was to be together like this.
He glanced over at Geralt. The witcher was deeply lost in his thoughts, a furrow between his brows, his face half-covered by his hair. Jaskier felt his heart flutter just looking at him.
Geralt must have sensed he was staring, because he looked up, shooting Jaskier a questioning look. Jaskier quickly looked away, redirecting his eyes upwards to the tree above them and pretending like he hasn't been staring at Geralt for the past few minutes- and the past decade, really.
He spotted a beautifully ripe apple on one of the branches above him. It was harsh red and perfectly round. Jaskier could imagine the taste of it on his tongue.
"When I was young," he started, speaking more to himself than Geralt, "I would always pick at fruits while I was working on a song. I would lie belly down on the grass, scribbling with one hand and stuffing my face with the other."
"Did it help you create better?"
"I don't know. It was a nice habit. And at least I didn't forget to eat while I was writing. I tend to do that."
"I know," there was an almost soft tone to Geralt's voice. It made Jaskier smile.
Jaskier peered up at the apple again. It sat on a high branch, and there was no way Jaskier would have reached it, even if he jumped for it. He decided he'd rather just wait until a fruit fell on the ground.
He picked up his notebook again. He didn't manage to write the next sentence down, because from the corner of his eye, he saw a quick movement that made him look up.
Jaskier's jaw dropped when he saw Geralt jumping up so high, it looked like he was practically flying. Taking good advantage of his advanced strength and reflexes, Geralt grabbed the apple from the branch before he landed again on the ground with a soft thud.
He opened his palm and showed the apple to Jaskier, making him snort.
"Way to humiliate me, Geralt," Jaskier rolled his eyes, "I'm sorry I can't fly. I didn't even know witchers could do that. Eh. Show-off."
"No," Geralt reached out again. "I got it for you."
"For me?" Jaskier whispered in awe. He stared at the apple in Geralt's hand, then up at Geralt. He blinked at him in surprise. Geralt hummed.
"Do you not want it?"
"I do," Jaskier replied. The muscles in his face ached as his lips curled into a wide smile. His heart swelled so big in his chest, he was worried it would burst. "But only if I can share it with you."
"Alright," Geralt concluded. His own lips twitched into a smile as he reached into his satchel, looking for a dagger.
Their knees touched as they sat, passing apple slices between each other. Once again, Jaskier found it hard to look at anywhere but Geralt's face, that lovely face that looked so content now, Jaskier wished he could kiss it.
*
The years have officially caught up to Jaskier. He wasn't old, not by any means, but he wasn't exactly young either. He started to tire out easier, his legs aching after having to walk so long. His joints often creaked and popped when he stood up, and to his absolute horror, he even noticed a gray hair at his temple.
"I don't mean to complain... well, I kind of do. I know it must be hard being a witcher but at least your lower back doesn't try to kill you if you sit a little weird for a few minutes!"
Jaskier groaned as he sunk into the water. The warmth felt heavenly for his tired bones, his cramping muscles easing up slowly as he leaned back in the tub. He rested his head against the edge, letting out a big sigh.
"And I'm only thirty-five!"
"You're thirty-eight, Jaskier."
"It's awfully rude to bring up a lady's age, Geralt!"
"You brought it up first. And you're not a lady."
"No, I'm an old man," Jaskier whined pathetically, closing his eyes. "I'm withering away."
His eyes snapped open again when he felt a touch against his shoulder. He twisted around to see Geralt standing behind the tub.
"Relax," Geralt told him. Before Jaskier could ask what he meant, Geralt pressed his thumb into a sore spot gently, making Jaskier keen in his throat.
"Heavens," he sighed, "this is incredible."
Geralt hummed, a pleased little sound. He ground the heel of his hand into the knots in the back of Jaskier's neck, drawing content little noises out of him.
Jaskier couldn't help but grin when he smelled the chamomile oil. He wanted to make a joke about the tables turning, but he could only manage a blissful moan when Geralt massaged the oil into his skin.
"You know, you do an awful lot of things for me," Jaskier pointed out. "You take care of me a lot."
"You take care of me as well."
"Yes, but it's different for you, isn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've been thinking," Jaskier admitted. He let out another happy sigh as Geralt rubbed over his shoulder. "I had a lot of time to do that in the past fifteen years or so. You're not very talkative. Sometimes, when you're in the right mood, you talk a bit more. But even then, not as much as me."
Jaskier could hear the grin in Geralt's voice when he said "No one can talk as much as you."
Jaskier snorted. "Alright, maybe the comparison is a little unfair. But my point is, I've told you many times that I love you. You just never seemed to hear me. And I was wondering if it was because you didn't want to hear it, or because your way of telling me is much different."
Geralt's hands stilled. Jaskier turned back, glaring up into amber eyes.
"You're doing all of this for me, buying me things, feeding me, spoiling me, because you don't know how else to tell me."
He reached for Geralt's hand. He smiled when Geralt - even though a little tentatively - laced their fingers together.
"I'm sorry it took me so long to understand your language," Jaskier said softly, "but I get it now. I mean... I get it, right? Oh, gods, it would be very awkward if I misinterpreted this and..."
He didn't get to finish his rambling as Geralt pressed their lips together, his hand still holding Jaskier's. Jaskier felt like melting into the warm water as Geralt kissed him, a little too careful for Jaskier's taste, but so perfectly like no one else could.
"Are you happy?" Geralt asked as he pulled back. Jaskier definitely didn't just imagine the flush on his cheeks this time.
"Very," Jaskier grinned. He kissed the back of Geralt's hand, holding it against his cheek for a moment. "I love you."
Geralt leaned down to kiss him again, carding his fingers through Jaskier's damp hair. Very quietly, very gently, he said the same thing against Jaskier's lips.
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satoruzlove · 2 years ago
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Hi hi!! I'm the anon who requested the Kiyoomi buying something for you when he wasn't supposed to. I absolutely loved it, it's so cute!! And thank you for saying that! I'm actually honored to be the first ask hehe
If it's possible, could I request for a cheeky gremlin Omi who had a long dah just swoops in and holds something hostage and won't give it back until you kiss him but he won't say it out loud?
Could I also be ❄ anon?
Again, stay safe and take care of yourself! Give yourself a bit of a break every now and then, okay?
hello again sweetheart!! i’m very glad you liked the req, and of course !! i’m glad to have such a sweet first anon
and ofc, i personally love cheeky omi, he’s just too much. i hope you enjoy my dear ❄️ anon , and please do be kind to yourself as well <333
PHONES AT THE DINNER TABLE.
[ K. SAKUSA.]
it was muggy as kiyoomi drove home. the hard drizzle of rain pattered against the car window and the cold air bit at his pale skin- even with the windows up. this atmosphere was not good to his already dampened spirit seeing as practice didn’t go well today. he kept hitting the ball into the net and his syncing was way off. it really put him into a bad mood, and now with the weather, he swore you could see a grey storm cloud following him everywhere overhead.
he pulled into the driveway of your shared home and sluggishly pulled his duffle bag from the passenger seat. it took him three minutes to unlock the door, because it kept slipping out of the key hole. this adding to his annoyance. he felt his temper bubble in his chest and bleed into his throat, threatening to spill until he saw you.
you were setting out all his favorite food onto the dinner table, hair a mess and so absorbed in your task that you hadn’t noticed kiyoomi come in. he quietly toed his shoes off, making his way to you. a devious thought popped into his head.
you took your phone out your pocket to take a picture of the pretty lay out of food you made for your lover, when it’s snatched up from behind you. you yelp, twisting to find your 6’4 boyfriend sporting a boyish grin.you smile at his breathlessly , still a bit surprised from his appearance but hug him anyway. your lover’s arms wind around your waist, and you feel every bit of tension melt off his strong shoulders. giving his back a few rubs and the base of his neck a few squeezes, he sighs happily. he truly did miss you.
he pulls back and peers down at you. you smile up at him, “ how was your day, kiyo? sit down, you must be hungry,” you say, ushering him towards a seat. he does so, moving his hair from his face. you pat your pockets, then laying your eyes on him and letting out a breathy laugh. “ baby, my phone,” you tell him. he laughs slightly. giving him a bored look, you move to take it from him, but he simply stands and you’re all of a sudden no match for him. he’s enormous. you huff, “ kiyo, give me my phone,” you instruct.
he laughs. “ what will you do if i don’t , huh? bite my ankles?” and at that, you scoff. you make another reach for your device, thwarted by his long arms. “you’re so mean, kiyo, i literally made you food and this is how you repay me? little biTCH-“ he doesn’t allow you to finish your sentence. he swiftly tucks the phone into his pocket and picks you up- your thighs caging his waist as he holds them to support you. instinctively, your arms find a place around his neck. “‘m not mean, baby, im just teasing,” he mumbled , kissing your face, “had a long day, and you’re cute when you’re upset,” he giggles to you. this brings a smile to your face, cheeks nearly crushing your eyes when you give him a big, wet kiss. he feigns disgust but does little to wipe his mouth or tell you to stop. “ maybe if you had just told me how your day was, instead of stealing my phone, you would’ve felt better by now,” you deadpan playfully. he pouts at you , tilting his head, “ hmm, maybe you’re right but,” he gets real close, “ i wouldn’t be holding you then, would i?” he whispers. you’re flustered momentarily.
it’s silent between you two for a second. the close proximity urges you to kiss him- so you do. cupping his pale cheeks and nose bumping his, he feels his heart swell at the tenderness you handle him with. his lips move languidly against yours, effortlessly, as if that’s what they were made for. to kiss you. just for you. only you. he puts you down when you break away, handing you your phone.
“let’s eat,” he says, sitting again. he sees your raised brow and hand-on-hip pose, shaking his head with a small chuckle. “ and i’ll tell you about my day, you big baby.”
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primusfortuna · 5 months ago
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Cuit Hangout Lines ⟡ Beginning of a Dream
⚠️ I referenced the JP wiki for these lines. It's possible there might be some discrepancies with the in-game dialogue.
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Affection Lv. 0-3
Start Hangout “I hope I get some good ideas... Truth is, I have no clue what to do for Oscar-san’s meal tomorrow.”
Talk About Last Night’s Dinner (Tap)
First or second interaction
“I get so nervous whenever I serve Oscar-san... In a good way, of course.” “Wanna know the secret ingredient to my dinner last night? Well, I added a teeny bit of berries to the sauce for the meat.” “Hehe, could you tell it was a Ricordo local speciality? I thought it'd nice to have something like that once in a while.”
Keep interacting
“Ahaha, was it that good? You always eat my food with a smile, so that makes me very happy.” “I want to keep making food that makes people happy when they eat it. I'm not just talking about customers...” “Oh, right, is there anything you want to eat tomorrow? I’ll use it as a reference for the menu.”
Play Shiritori¹ (Drag)
First or second interaction
“Soup... pudding... G? Grati... no, nevermind.” “Can I play one that might be a little hard? Appetizer. How about it? ...I could think of one.” “Sugar... Worcestershire sauce... Ah, you can't say vinegar, okay?” (Original words: satou, usutāsōsu, su)
Keep interacting
“Hehe, take your time. I have no problem with culinary-themed shiritori, but are you doing okay?” “Huh? You’re learning from this? You’re pretty engaged. I gotta follow your lead too. Okay, let’s keep going.” “My turn? Gelato. It's to. What’ll your reply be?”
Readjust His Brooch (Long Press)
First or second interaction
“My guild emblem... I’m very proud to be working under Oscar-san.” “Ahh... Was it a little crooked? Thanks for noticing that for me.” “Thank you. Would've been terrible if that fell off... Hehe, that kind of tickles.”
Keep interacting
“You’re very careful in putting it on. Thank you. This is something very precious to me.” “A medal is a sign of recognition... Every time I look at this, I’m reminded that I made it here, in my own way.” “Of course, I still have to work hard, but I need to aim even higher.”
Get Closer
“Uhm... Is something wrong? Er, you’re a little too close, what’s going on...?” “Wah! What’s wrong? You’re closer than usual, so that startled me a little.” “......... Hehe, it’s like we’re having a staring contest, huh?”
End Hangout “Oh, look at the time. We should head back now. This walk helped clear my head.”
Affection Lv. 4-7
Start Hangout “Since we're heading out and all, maybe I should’ve made some snacks?”
“Huh? I’ve got bags under my eyes? I got totally caught up in making sauce yesterday... I guess I was working late into the night.”
Ask For Cooking Tips (Tap)
First or second interaction
“I think it’s important to find delicious foods. I get really happy whenever I find a dish that makes me think, 'I want to recreate that taste.'” “It’s important to get used to making something. Practice it over and over until it tastes good! Hehe, you can do it.” “Always measure your ingredients exactly. The measurements written in recipes have been tested for the best taste.”
Keep interacting
“You want to hear my personal tips? Hmm... I guess, cook while imagining someone’s smile as they’re eating.” “You know, I’ve been cooking for my family for a long time. And I still get happy seeing them all enjoy my food.” “I want my food to make people happy... I think that sentiment is the best spice of all.”
Fix His Loose Tie (Drag)
First or second interaction
“Huh? Oh, I see, my tie was loose... I got a little startled when you suddenly started touching my neck.” “Thank you. Oscar-san might’ve scolded me if it stayed crooked.” “I really try to be careful. It just slips out of place as soon as I start moving around. I owe you one.”
Keep interacting
“You’re fixing it so thoroughly. I really admire that meticulous side of yours.” “......Huh? Do you not know what shape it was in originally?” “Even you have moments like these, huh? Hehe... Cute. This is perfect, thank you.”
Massage His Palms (Long Press)
First or second interaction
“Ah, are you giving me a massage? This makes me kind of happy. Thanks.” “Your hands are so soft. Mine have gotten rough and callused from holding frying pans and stuff.” “Hah~... This feels so good. I don’t usually pay that much attention, but I guess I was pretty tired.”
Keep interacting
“Maybe that’s enough for now. You’ve already soothed me plenty. Aren’t you tired now?” “Giving me a special service today...? It’s my lucky day. It feels so good when you’re touching my hands...” “Make sure to tell me when you get tired, okay? ’Cause I’ll give you a massage. ...Ah! Unless you don’t want me to.”
Get Closer
“It’s rare for you to get this close... No, it doesn’t bother me.” “Can I tell you a thought I had? You’re cute. Super cute... Oh, I’m not trying to butter you up or anything.” “Is there something stuck to my face? ...Oh, there’s not? Then... What’s going on?”
End Hangout “Do you have some time after this? I’ll whip up something simple and I’d love to have you try it.”
“I always feel so soothed when I’m with you... You’re like a vitamin to me.”
Affection Lv. 8-10
Start Hangout “Lately whenever I’m with you, I can’t stop coming up with dishes I want you to eat.”
“For some reason, you seem cuter than usual today... Is it your makeup? Hehe, I’m kind of getting butterflies.”
Ask for the Newest Restaurant Recommendations (Tap)
First or second interaction
“I heard from someone at the market that a restaurant with good seafood pasta popped up.” “Meat, veg, seafood, ethnic food... What kind of recommendation do you want? I’m always in the know about this.” “Wanna check out a place with tons of different desserts? It’s a huge hit with girls, and I’m curious about it myself.”
Keep interacting
“I have an idea! I’d love to take you to a good restaurant I know. What do you think?” “They’ve got delicious entrées and desserts. Plus the interior is pretty. I think girls would love this place.” “I’d like to hear your opinion too... I want to know what kinds of things you like more than anything.”
Hold His Hand (Drag)
First or second interaction
“Hm? Hehe... Sure, go ahead. Ah, can I fix my grip a little? I want a tight hold on your hand.” “I’m so happy. ’Cause you don’t usually do this type of thing, right?” “It puts me at so much ease when you hold my hand like this.”
Keep interacting
“Your hand is so warm. Huh? I can hold it tighter? Well... If you say so.” “You have this strange gentleness that feels like it’s wrapping me up. I can’t really put it into words...” “Also, I’m getting butterflies. I feel so happy... Am I the only one like this? How do you feel?”
Touch His Dark Circles (Long Press)
First or second interaction
“Hm...? What’s wrong? Wondering about my eyebags...? Sorry. Did I get you worried?” “Ahh, I got up kinda early this morning for cooking prep... *yawns*... Er, sorry I did that in front of you.” “Ah, found out I'm sleep deprived? I just got so many food ideas last night that I had to sort them out...”
Keep interacting
“You don’t have to worry that much. Ever since you came around, I’ve stopped forcing myself as much as before.” “Huh, you don’t believe me...? It’s true. Besides, I always have you backing me up.” “What about you? Are you sleeping well? You work yourself to the bone everyday... I’m the one who should be worried.”
Get Closer
“I wonder what you’re thinking about right now. I hope it’s me... Kidding.” “Feeling your warmth up close puts me right at ease... Hey, can you come closer to me?” “Doing this with you is starting to feel so routine to me. I even get uneasy when you’re not around.”
End Hangout “Honestly, I don’t want to go back just yet, but I have things that need to be done. But we’ll go out again for sure, okay?”
“Haha... That's the face of plain disappointment. But. I bet I’m more upset than you are. ...How ’bout we take the long way back?”
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[TL Notes]
1 - Shiritori is a Japanese word game. Players take turns saying words that begin with the last syllable of the previous word. Playing a word that ends in "n" (ん) is an automatic loss.
This game doesn't translate well in English, so I decided to just translate each word literally and add the Japanese words in parentheses (if necessary).
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datura-tea · 6 months ago
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ok this has been brewing in my brain for a while now and i need to put it down somewhere, so... have the romantic relationships of my courier ocs (moz, kiwi, and avery) hehe
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moz
gabe -> first love, childhood sweethearts; they almost became teenage parents. they broke up because moz wanted to explore the wasteland and gabe wanted to stay in their town. for a while, they would hook up whenever moz would come home but eventually stopped when gabe wanted to get serious with his eventual spouse. here's their ship tag (#when forever was us)
sydney -> first girlfriend; they met when they were matched at the boxing ring. moz won the fight, sydney bought her a celebratory drink, and they spent the night together. they got really serious really fast, and were talking marriage about six months in. things ended when sydney threw a boxing match and left in the night with both of their winnings
allie and bien -> moz was only dating allie; she didn't know that allie was in an open marriage with bien, who knew about moz but didn't want to get involved initially. but when moz and allie started to get serious, bien wanted to get involved. allie's big reveal (that she was married, that her wife wanted to join in) didn't go as planned; moz freaked out at first, but was convinced to try being a throuple. it didn't work out, mostly because getting a third made allie and bien's marriage stronger, and they realized that they didn't really want another person in their relationship. they still keep in touch with moz. she visits them sometimes
arthur -> stabbed moz in the thigh after a big fight, then apologized profusely while calling over the resident doctor. once she was ok, moz punched him so hard he blacked out. she broke up with him right after, and swore off serious relationships for a while
a series of situationships and one night stands -> most of them are still friends with moz :) ringo is among this group, as is cass (they were a thing for a couple of months, then moz went to the big mt for a month, and cass moved on; here's their ship tag (#hangover heart))
ulysses -> oh you know ulysses and moz!! theyre the loves of each other's lives 💖 here's their ship tag (#we are bound by symmetry)
kiwi
jamey -> first kiss; jamey grew up with kiwi - his sister, marie, is kiwi's best friend. their relationship was nothing serious, just some teenage experimentation, significant only because it was the first for both of them
flirtations and flings -> kiwi has never taken anything seriously in their life, most of all romantic relationships. they flirt with every man they meet, regardless of their interest in the man. they constantly flirt with arcade just to rile him up even though theyre both not attracted to each other at all haha
the king -> kiwi's longest casual relationship, which only became more and more serious until eventually they get married. the king still has his groupies. kiwi still has their flings. they're both very happy with the arrangement here's their ship tag (#vegas royalty)
avery
river -> best friend, unrequited first love; avery had always had a crush on river, but river didn't return it. they used to practice kissing on each other though. unfortunately river discovered that he was very straight, while avery realized that he was a gay man. they stayed platonic friends
casual relationships -> having been on the run since his teens, avery never has the time to fully stay and develop a long-term relationship. but he doesn't like to be alone. so in every place he stops at, he manages to find someone to hook up with for a while. then, eventually, he leaves
ulysses -> casual on avery's side; serious on ulysses' side. they're bitter exes and ulysses actively wants avery dead. however, thanks to benny's bullet, avery only has vague memories of his time with ulysses. can't even remember his voice. oops! here's their ship tag (#so bury me in memory)
boone -> nothing happened between them but there was something between them. yknow how when you're freshly out of the grave and need a stoic man to snipe enemies for you because you can't even aim your gun and he's so big and capable and strong and protects you so well? yeah
arcade -> they clicked immediately, but avery fumbled arcade, but then they got back together before the battle for hoover dam, but then avery went with an ncr-run vegas so arcade had to go into hiding, but then avery went out after him, striking out into the unknown. it took a few years before he finds where arcade was hiding and a few months of groveling before they get back together :) here's their ship tag (#poor confidants)
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baguantte · 1 year ago
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HELLOHELLO!!!
I JUST SAW UR AMAZING HANAMAKI AMD ISSEI BABY ART AND IM DYINGGGG
tbh I thought it was sakusa at first lmao
SOOO I WAS WONDERING IF U COULD DO SAKUSA AND ATSUMU WITH THEIR PRECIOUS BABY???
PLEASE ANS THANK YOU
ITS ALWAYS AN HONOR TO REQUEST YOUR DUTIES HEHE
this will be very long and just my brief opinion on sakuatsu. if you disagree or don't want to read thats fine.
first off i'd like to say neither my requests or commissions are open so sorry about that. but more over this response is really just an excuse to air out my opinions on sakuatsu as a ship.
i dont think sakuatsu would ever have a baby. even though I know its popular for people to draw them with a baby i personally would never draw them having one and see it as out of character. i drew matsuhana with a baby because i find it believable as they both have ordinary jobs (or lack of one).
tbh i very much dislike how most sakuatsu is portrayed in the fandom. i think it works as a ship, but i find my opinions of how they operate much different than the common sakuatsu fanworks. i don't see much sakuatsu works, in fact i actually i avoid most, so maybe its a little skewed to say its different then common depictions as i don't see them enough to decide whats common. what im trying to get at is that i find most sakuatsu works i come across as ooc, such as sakuatsu having a baby.
they both are professional athletes who spend all their time thinking or practicing volleyball. they would not have time to tend to a baby nor would whoever you want to mpreg (if thats the route you chose for them having a baby) have time to be pregnant. i also think its a bit of a misread of atsumu as his entire character is loving volleyball more than anything. for him to give that up wouldn't make sense without it having to be ooc. when it comes to sakuatsu as a whole i feel as though people forget that sometimes someones true love doesnt have to be a person nor do peoples romantic relationships have to be the sappy lovey-dovey kind. sakuatsu to me would be a relationship rooted in understanding that both of them come second in each other life, with volleyball coming first. (well in atsumus case, sakusa just does things to feel satisfied and in this instance its to be good in volleyball.)
if you enjoy ooc works and creatations i wont stop you nor am i going to say its inherently wrong to enjoy yourself. but for me its hard for me to really appreciate those kinds of works because to me it's sort of erasing what made a character so charming in the first place.
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hitomisuzuya · 2 years ago
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Hello! Hope I'm not disturbing you but if you mind can I request something I had in mind? I hope this doesn't sound in a mean way
Reader who's one of the past fatui harbingers secretary/assistant who's selected to assist on scaramouche missions scaramouche didn't like it at first and tried to find excuses to not have reader by his side the whole mission.
Until time passed or more than 5 months scaramouche felt comfortable with reader but won't admit it since he has a big ego for reader.
Though he doesn't trust reader since he has been betrayed 3 times. So he won't accept his non existent heart to flutter over reader but reader & scaramouche stayed close to each other like best friends some of the time scaramouche was really mean but in the end he will apologize.
He only showed reader his same fatui attitude which made reader heart broken so when reader Decides to leave scaramouche and start a new life since reader is sick of helping the fatui's hurting people.
Scaramouche found out about this and thought reader was his fourth betrayal
He started to focus on a goal to be a god until nahida stops him
I wonder what will reader think when scaramouche change.
I'll leave it here for you to continue if you don't mind! I have run out of ideas hehe..
Hope this wasn't confusing!
Scaramouche x Assistant!reader. SFW.
a/n: A few things first. thank you for being patient. And second, you aren't bothering me. This has the kind of detail I encourage requesters to have. I wrote it bulleted format so I could cover all your bases more easily and organized. I hope you enjoy.
During your time in the Fatui, you served as an assistant to the Harbingers, acting like a secretary of sorts.
You were good at your job and worked hard.
One day, you were assigned to assist Scaramouche for a few months.
At first, he couldn't stand your presence. He seemed very offended by you. "Get out of my sight. I don't need your help."
He got especially persistent when he said this as time went on.
It was difficult for Scaramouche to come to terms that he was starting to make excuses just to spend time with you.
His reputation as a Harbinger would suffer if he ever let one minute of his growing affection for you show even once.
He'd also been betrayed one too many times.
So, Scaramouche treated you the same as everyone else until you finished with assisting him.
You were just going to betray him anyways. He needed to guard his "heart" somehow.
About 5 months later, that was what happened
Or so he thought.
You'd cleared it with the Tsaritsa personally so you could resign in peace.
You were sick of everything. More sick of being in the Fatui.
Sick of being treated with disdain by Scaramouche because you had developed feelings for him.
Why stick around? He made it very clear as much as he could that didn't like you.
"Very well," The Tsaritsa practically purred, like she knew what was going on with you. "Change your name and go far away from here. Sumeru sounds like the right place for you. I'll put in a good word with Lesser Lord Kusanali about you."
So that's what you did. You went on to became Nahida's most loyal assistant and retainer.
You were healing and that was important.
You were drug into the events Scaramouche was involved in while he was driven (manipulated) to become a God.
You could've knocked Scaramouche over with a feather when he saw you, even when he got his memories back as the Wanderer.
"Y/n, wait!"
You whipped your head around with wide eyes when you saw him striding up to you.
"Look, let's not talk about everything that happened. I just..just want to tell you that I am sorry...about everything."
You were surprised. Wanderer sounded very different from his Harbinger self.
Your heart leapt. "Let's go have a long chat."
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slytherinshua · 4 months ago
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He's just precious. I definitely need to watch some of his live performances! I love it when artists really get into the music. Yechan is quite fun to watch, he seems to get quite into it. And Wonsang!! I love it when he is making faces while playing bass (generally I'm reacting the same way to his parts ahaha)
People are honestly so tough to deal with sometimes lol. I'd become a recluse if I could ahaha. I was talking about this with my brother once, when I finally have enough money to move out (not anytime soon 😭) I NEED to live with someone else. Partly for safety, but also because if I don't I'll become a hermit and never leave ahaha (also because I despise cooking and there is a very real possibility that I'll just starve instead lol). I'm glad you enjoy talking to me, I do too! (Feel free to message me anytime too!)
That's exciting, I hope it goes well!! Are you working towards grades or anything? Or do you just go along with music that you want to learn? Lessons on zoom seems interesting, online classes were hard enough sometimes so music lessons must have been something else. It is literally so hard to find motivation to practice! Like I want to be better, but I don't want to practice ahaha. Although I use to really have to practice because my mum taught me for a while so she'd definitely know if I didn't 😭
Oh wow you were so close to them!! I'd probably forget to how to pose as well, although I can't really pose in general without it being awkward lol. That's really cute that he was telling you what he was going to do
i remember my favourite hyunsang song (or maybe favourite song of all time in general) is snowflake and i watched the live of it and there's this one part where he looks back at his band/orchestra behind him and just smiles so widely before he goes up onto the lifted platform to do his guitar solo AND IDK IT MADE ME EMO CAUSE I NEVER SEE THAT BIG SMILE FROM HIM HES SO CUTE (here if u wanna see it btw)
yechan is always so mesmerizing to watch he gets SO into the music and playing you just can't take your eyes off of him!! wonsang always has fun with it and dances, smiles so wide, or focuses really hard when hes doing hard parts on the bass i just love him i could talk about him all day
yeah and its pretty bad i don't have like any interaction irl its all online and im kinda thankful for that because its a lot easier to deal with interactions online than in person its a lot less stressful 😭😭 but i never go outside i swear 😭😭 i feel like i would get so lonely if i was living alone even though i don't tend to think of myself as someone who needs in person social interaction... but i think it would build up and hit hard if i no longer had people around me to talk to even a little every day like my family.... hehe i will its so fun to talk to you ^^
rn i do plan to take another music exam probably grade 6 since that'll be the easiest to do. i need it for a high school credit so we'll see how it goes. i've done grade 3 and grade 5 in the past and got first class honors both times i think but it's still extremely stressful i think i cried both times lmao 😭😭 technically im more grade 8 or 9 piano but i don't want to do a higher level when i don't need to and haven't been playing for a year so we'll see how grade 6 stuff goes.... online lessons for piano were interesting for sure 😭😭 it was harder to do stuff like ear training and having the teacher not like exactly there with you made it harder to progress... i also forgot abt my piano lesson times a lot and would oversleep 💀 i really lost motivation to practice around the same time i was getting burned out because of school idk... back in 2020 i was so motivated with piano i would practice so much and that's actually why after i finished my grade 5 exam i progressed like 3 levels right after. i remember getting the grade 6-7 books but all the pieces were so easy in them all of sudden just cause of how much i practiced lol. but now i think i'm gonna struggle a bit to pick things back up before it gets easy again. damn having your mom as your teacher must've been hard but also nice in a way i assume?? i remember my mom used to bribe me with stuff to get me to practice, and one time i wanted to quit and she would not let me which was good cause i would've regretted it so hard but at the time i was not happy that i couldn't quit 😭😭
i remembered a pose for the second pic we took but for the first one my mind was just so blank, party cause i didn't know we were gonna do group photo immediately and also cause sangyeop was RIGHT there talking to ME. like he literally told me to sit i prob would've been fine if he hadn't spoken but like he did so ITS HIS FAULT FR 😭 i wanted to follow the pose he said he was gonna do and i did for the second pic since he said a heart pose but like damn my brain didn't want to understand what a flower pose was....
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