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cinnaleaf · 3 months ago

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ESSENCE OF US - CH 2: SPARKS IN THE AIR

Please read responsibly. This fic will get hot and heavy as the story progresses, 18+ only MDNI | READ CH 1 HERE | READ CH 3 HERE

summary: a fleeting encounter with a mysterious Trent leaves you wondering if fate is playing a bigger match. your paths continue to cross in unexpected places as the fragrances around you mirror the growing tension between you. maybe it's just a coincidence..or maybe its destiny in the making.

warnings: strong language, sexual tension, eventual smut (I SWEAR IT'S COMING) genre: fluff, angst, slow(ish) burn romance wc: ~3.7k

a/n: getting this out now so i can post ch 3 faster.. its my fav 🤭

A soft chime from the door at Les Notes d'Amour signalled another customer had just left, leaving the cozy boutique quiet again. The warm, spicy scent of cardamom wafted through the air as you stood behind the counter absentmindedly swirling a small vial of essential oil between your fingers. Your mind was drifting far from the new perfume you were supposed to be working on.

The fragrance you were creating was in front of you, it was meant to capture those small and unexpected encounters that leave lasting impressions. The idea was brewing since the odd train ride from a few days ago. You decided bergamot was the perfect top note. It was fresh, bright, and fleeting just like the guy in the oversized hoodie and sunglasses that had a beautiful smile and made good conversation.

Ugh. You hadn't even asked for his name. You were cursing yourself for not asking him for his name.

It felt so silly, really. People cross paths all the time, especially in big cities. You tried to tell yourself it was nothing more than a random moment, just a brief interaction with a stranger you’d never see again. But something about him felt different. There was an easy connection, an undeniable spark that left you curious and wondering if it was all just a coincidence. You could still picture his ridiculous outfit, his playful grin, his casual banter about the ‘eclipse’, and the way he seemed genuinely interested in your work.

You sighed, setting the vial of cardamom back down on the counter. The scent of the spice filled the boutique, mixing with the other perfumes lingering in the air. It reminded you of how unsettled your thoughts had been since that day. Fleeting moments was supposed to be the inspiration for the new fragrance you were working on. Something bright like bergamot could be used to capture the spark of chance encounters, while cardamom could be used to reflect the way the moments linger long after they’ve passed.

Every time you tried to focus, your mind wandered back to him. The memory of his hoodie pulled low and his sunglasses hiding his eyes. Something about him was familiar, even though you were one hundred percent sure you’d never met him before. Maybe it was just the casual way he spoke, or the fact that you had been wrapped up in the conversation so quickly.

Still, you tried to brush it off. You had a boutique to run, customers to attend to, and a fragrance to finish. But the more you tried to ignore it, the more the memory seemed to tug at you. What were the odds of running into someone like that? A stranger who left such a lasting impression in just a few minutes?

You inhaled deeply as you took in the warmth of the cardamom around you. The scent was rich, comforting, but with an edge of spice that kept you on your toes. Just like the idea of fleeting moments—the way life could surprise you when you least expected it.

No matter how much you told yourself it was just a coincidence, a small part of you couldn’t help but wonder if your paths would cross again. The thought of it left excitement simmering just beneath the surface no matter how hard you tried to push it away.

The door chimed again, interrupting your thoughts, and you snapped back to the present, focusing once more on the work in front of you. You needed a break, somewhere to clear your head. After the last customer left, you decided to take a brisk walk to one of your favorite cafés.

A soft hiss from the espresso machine filled the air as you quietly settled into a corner of a local café. The space was a welcome change from the perfumed haze of Les Notes d'Amour, where you spent hours unsuccessfully trying to perfect your latest fragrance venture. A change of scenery could definitely help spark some inspiration, or so you thought. Your lavender notebook was open in front of you, with blank pages waiting for ideas, but your mind was elsewhere and kept drifting back to the moment on the train.

The café usually had a warm atmosphere that put you at ease. The smell of freshly ground coffee mingled with the scent of baked goods wafting from the counter. You took a sip of your latte hoping the caffeine would jolt you back into focus. But you continued to sit there, staring at the blank page as your thoughts kept circling back to the stranger from the train that you hadn't seen since that day. What little of his face you saw beneath the hoodie and sunglasses lingered in your mind.

You knew the odds of running into him were slim, but the encounter felt like some strange twist of fate that brought you together in a brief and unexpected way. You sighed, tapping your pen against the page as you tried to push your thoughts aside. You were here to work, not daydream about some weirdo who looked like he was dressed as Damian from the Mean Girls movie.

Still, the inspiration wouldn't come. You were about to close your notebook in frustration when you felt it—a presence that was familiar yet unexpected. The kind of awareness that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You glanced up, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes landed on the figure that stood near the counter.

It was him.

The guy from the train. Oh my god.

He looked almost exactly the same as before. Hoodie, baseball cap pulled low, and sunglasses perched on his face despite the dim lighting in the café. It was one thing to wear this fit on the train, but now he looked completely out of place in the intimate setting of the café. You blinked a few times, not quite believing what you were seeing.

He hadn’t noticed you yet, but you could feel the recognition building, sort of like the tension in the air right before lightning strikes. As if sensing your gaze, he turned around. His eyes—well you assumed he had eyes behind those sunglasses—locked onto yours. For a second it felt like a freeze frame, neither of you moving. All you could focus on was the flicker of surprise and recognition that passed between the two of you.

A smile started to tug at the corner of his lips and you began smiling too, feeling the same pull that you felt on the train. There was no hesitation in his stride. Within seconds, he made his way over to your table with the same casual demeanour and confidence he had during your first encounter.

"We gotta stop meeting like this" he said with a playful smirk as he slid into the seat across from you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The tension in your chest eased a little and you laughed, "Same to you. What are the odds?"

"Honestly?" he shrugged as he pulled the hoodie tighter to him. "The universe is probably messing with us."

It was so absurd to think about that you couldn’t help but laugh. Really? Twice now. First the train and now here. "Do you always wear sunglasses indoors?" you teased as you nodded toward his now-signature look.

He lowered his head slightly as if he was hiding behind the lenses, "Trying to keep a low profile."

"Low profile? I'm not sure a hoodie and sunglasses are 'low profile'. Might need to update that look."

"Well it worked the first time, huh?"

You raised your eyebrow slightly as you leaned in, amused by the conversation you were having. "Did it?"

His grin widened but he didn’t answer you. He leaned back in his chair, very clearly enjoying the banter between the two of you. There was something so easy about it, you’d never been able to slip into a conversation as if you’d done it a thousand times before with anyone, especially a man. Beneath the lightheartedness there was still that sense of curiosity. Who the fuck was this guy and why did you keep running into him?

"Never caught your name," you said, breaking the brief silence. Once was a coincidence, but twice?? You weren’t letting this man slip away this time. He hesitated for a split second, almost as if he didn’t want to tell you. But then he offered his hand and shrugged, "Trent."

As you took his hand into yours, you felt the warmth of his palm against yours. Trent. It felt familiar, but you still couldn’t put two and two together. The name suited him though.

"I'm y/n" you replied a bit more formally than you planned. He was making you nervous for some reason despite the casual vibe of the conversation. "So y/n..come here a lot?" Trent asked in a light tone.

You nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. "Yeah, to clear my head. Work has been...too much lately." He leaned forward and rested his chin on his hand, "Lemme guess. Perfume?"

"How did y–"

"The train. You mentioned it there" he said, his voice a bit softer now.

Oh my god. He remembered.

Warmth spread through your body; the way he said it felt so intimate. "Yeah" you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "Been working on a new fragrance but I just can't get it right. It's supposed to be about chance encounters that stay with you, but it's been a lot harder to capture than I thought."

"Chance encounters, huh?" Trent mused as his smile spread into something more thoughtful. "You've got plenty inspiration."

"Wait, what?" you tilted your head, intrigued.

He shrugged, "Look at us. The universe keeps throwing us together"

You laughed but his words struck a chord within you. He was right. Something about this felt serendipitous. Your paths crossed twice now in the most unexpected ways. Was there something more? You decided to go for it. What’s the worst that could happen?

"Well…if the universe keeps bringing us together.. I guess I’ll have to get used to seeing you around."

Trent smirked as he adjusted his glasses and shifted in his chair, "Sounds like a plan."

As the conversation flowed, you found yourself intrigued by Trent more than ever. There was still a lot you didn't know about him, but you couldn't deny the pull you felt towards him. It was like a moth to a flame. The warmth and mystery felt so unexpected, yet so right.

The coziness of the café wrapped around you both. Trent settled more comfortably in the seat across from you as you continued talking. "Tell me about your work." Trent said, his eyes still hidden behind the sunglasses but his tone still genuine. "Perfume sounds like a specific craft. Must be more to it than just mixing stuff, yeah?"

You smiled, pleased that he was still so curious. Most people thought the art of perfumery was too niche for them to care about. Trent's question sparked a sense of pride in you. You rarely had a chance to share with people outside of your career, and it was exciting. "It's more than mixing smells. I like to capture emotion or memories." You leaned in closer to him as you continued to go on a long, rambling tangent about perfume, "There's the top note that you smell first, like a first impression. But then there's the heart notes that last longer and give it character. The base notes linger and stay with you."

He nodded, clearly interested "So you tell stories through scents?"

"Exactly" you said, a bit more excited than you wanted to admit. "The one I'm working on is inspired by moments that seem small but stick with you. Like when you meet someone and it feels like nothing at first, but then you can't stop thinking about it. I want that in a fragrance."

"That’s deep. Never really thought much about it. Guess you got lots of stories in those little bottles, huh?" he said with a small smile.

"Yeah, you could say that…" you brushed a strand of hair behind your ear feeling extremely shy all of a sudden. The conversation lulled for a while and you started to feel a subtle shift in the air between you. The scent of the cardamom from your perfume kit was mingling with the aroma of the coffee from the café. The spice of the cardamom matched the depth of the moment, a warm feeling that wasn't overwhelming but definitely there and simmering below the surface.

"What about you?" you asked, turning the conversation back to him. "You probably have an interesting job too, right? You said you were keeping a low profile." There was a hint of hesitation in his body language. He was really good at being vague and never giving away too much. It made you so curious, and you wanted to know more. "Uh..yeah. I guess it’s interesting. Got a pretty busy schedule. It gets intense..."

"Intense how?" your nosiness now getting the best of you.

He gave you the kind of smile that let you know he wasn't going to answer your question directly. "It's just not the typical nine to five." You were so intrigued but also frustrated. He had a wall around him. "Soo mysteriousss" you said with a teasing grin. "What's so intense that requires sunglasses indoors?"

"Just like to keep a low profile when I can. Makes things easier." You wanted to dig a little deeper into what he was so clearly hiding, but you also didn't want to push it too far. You barely knew him, but you wanted to understand him. The mysteriousness was part of what made him so intriguing, but it also made you feel like you were on uneven ground.

"Oh...fairs," you said finally not wanting to press him too hard. "Guess we all have secrets." Trent's smile softened and you wondered what he was thinking about behind his sunglasses. It was so frustrating not knowing, but it was oddly comforting too. It didn't seem like he was being secretive about it for the sake of it. Maybe he was protecting something.

Or someone.

The conversation shifted to lighter topics. You talked about the city, about your favorite place to unwind, and about the joys of working for yourself. Your hands would brush with Trent's every now and then when you both reached for your cups. The touch felt exhilarating but neither of you acknowledged it. The chemistry was undeniable. He leaned forward to pay attention every time you spoke, like he didn't want to miss a single word you said. He finally took his sunglasses off and your eyes kept meeting, holding gazes a little longer than necessary. You were so caught up in the moment that you still didn't realize who he was. The scent of cardamom surrounded you in a warm and spicy blend that perfectly matched the tension in the air. It honestly felt a little symbolic, like the fragrance was mirroring the growing connection between you and Trent. It had depth to it, complexity that made you want to stay in the moment longer and peel back all the layers to understand more.

There was also the mystery. He dodged certain questions and avoided talking about his life too openly. It was charming, you definitely wanted to know more about him and why he kept such a low profile, but you didn't want to push him away. It wasn't every day you bumped into a stranger–twice–who left this kind of lasting impression. "You’ve got a unique perspective on life" he said, suddenly breaking the silence and bringing you back to earth. "It's refreshing."

"Huh? What do you mean?" you asked curiously.

"Dunno" he shrugged, "you're different in a good way. Don't meet people who think the way you do." You felt your cheeks warm up, completely caught off guard by his words.

"Thanks..I think?"

"Definitely a compliment," he laughed.

You could tell there was more he wanted to say but he wasn't sure how to. There was unspoken curiosity between you two, questions that hadn't been asked yet. The longer you sat there, the more comfortable you felt in this whimsical mystery. Maybe you didn't need to know everything right away. Part of the allure was in not knowing and gradually unfolding whatever this was. You wanted to keep talking to him, but you knew the conversation would end eventually. He obviously had a life outside of the café just like you did. Even if you didn't know the full story, his life was probably a lot more complicated than he let on.

A subtle tug of conflict started pulling at you. The chemistry was there but he remained just out of reach. There was something he wasn't telling you that seemed important. But then again you barely knew the guy, was it even in your place to pry? You tried to convince yourself of that, but your curiosity just kept growing. Just as you were about to ask him more about his life, Trent's phone buzzed on the table and broke the comfortable silence between you. As he glanced down at the screen his expression shifted from relaxed to frustration. He let out a frustrated sigh as if he was weighing his options before he looked back up at you. "Sorry, got to take a look at this." You nodded to try to keep your disappointment from showing, "No worries."

Trent hesitated for a bit before checking his phone as his frustration deepened. "Gotta run," he said as he stood up from the table rather quickly. He looked at you with intensity and it made your heart skip a few beats, "But..can I see you again y/n?"

You were practically squealing on the inside but you kept your composure on the outside.

The question caught you off guard but in a good way. You didn't know him well but you wanted to take a chance. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Trent's lips curved into a relieved grin as he handed you his phone, you quickly entered your number into his phone. You'd done this a bunch of times before with other people, but this time it felt more significant than it should have.

"Great. I'll text you." he said as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. Before you could say anything else his phone buzzed again and he winced slightly. "I'll be in touch. Soon." Internally, you were still squealing like a teenage girl at a k-pop concert. You nodded as he headed out the door with his ridiculous 'low profile' outfit, disappearing into the bustle of the city.

You found yourself staring at the empty seat across from you much like before on the train ride. It felt like unfinished business. Would you even hear from him again or was this the start of something more? You glanced down at your phone, half expecting a message from him already but the screen was still dark. You sipped your now-cold latte as the warmth from before faded away. Trent had definitely left an impression. Whether it was fleeting or not, only time could tell. You gathered your things and stepped out into the street as you began walking back to the boutique, your mind still racing with thoughts of him, unanswered questions and the possibility of something more.

Back at Les Notes d'Amour, a mix of different scents greeted you. The comforting aroma couldn't fully put you back into the present as you sat at your desk and tried to focus on work. Your thoughts kept drifting.

Trent.

You started to replay the entire conversation from the café in your mind, picking apart every word and small detail. He was so easy to talk to, yet still mysterious at the same time. Not knowing much about him was unsettling and conflicting. You wanted to know more, but you felt like you were letting yourself get swept up in an idea of someone you didn't really know.

You reached for a vial of cardamom and held it to your nose. It smelled warm and complex, sort of grounding. It reminded you of Trent—layered, but with a spice that made you want to figure out what was underneath all the mystery. You felt insane for romanticizing a stranger for something more than what he was. But was that the problem? You only met him twice in two brief encounters. Was that even enough to warrant all the curiosity about him? Or were you just letting your imagination run wild? You felt foolish for reading into it too much. Maybe Trent was just a regular guy that liked to keep to himself and you would never see him again, or maybe there was something more to him. You tried to push your thoughts of Trent aside as you leaned back into your chair and reached for your phone. A quick scroll through social media would definitely distract you, or so you thought.

You absentmindedly flicked through your feed until something caught your eye. It was a post from a news outlet about a high profile football event in Liverpool. There was the usual crowd of featured athletes, flashing smiles across the camera.

Your heart stopped.

One of the photos was of him.

TRENT.

It wasn't just the guy you met on the train and in the café. No. This was Trent Alexander-Arnold, one of the most famous footballers. The Trent everyone in Liverpool knew.

Why the hell was he on the train that day anyway?

You stared at his photo, your heart racing and mind scrambling trying to piece together all the clues. The hoodie, cap, sunglasses, the vagueness about his life. It all clicked into place. How did you not realize this sooner?

A strange rush of emotions hit you all at once. You were shocked, confused, and a little embarrassed. All this time you were casually talking to one of the most well known athletes and you didn't even recognize him. You thought he was just some intriguing stranger, but he was that Trent.

As you tried to process the revelation, your phone dinged in your hand which jolted you back to reality. There was a text from an unknown number that popped up on your now-lit screen. You opened it up and your pulse quickened.

Coffee again sometime? – T

You stared at the message, your heart pounding and head dizzy. You weren’t sure what to think or feel. One thing was for sure though..

Your world was a lot more complicated now.

| READ CH 3 HERE |

is this making sense to anyone yet or....? share any thoughts! i dont have the energy to make an official header so pls be kind lol thanks for reading!

#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander x reader #trent alexander x you #footballer x reader #taa x reader #footballer x y/n #taa #trent alexander arnold smut #i swear the smut is coming but the chase is soooo fun

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the0racl30fd3lphi · 2 years ago

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More than friends, a little more than lovers x.t. (p.2)

a/n: all the love you've given the first one literally makes me want to cry. i've never felt as seen and appreciated as i have when in my writing, so i really appreciate you all. i thought it was gonna flop but i just wanted to put my work out there. so here's part 2 i guess 😭 i also only ever seem to write when i'm so tired my exhaustion is seeping out of my ass i love you all.

pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader

summary: nevermore's favorite "tortured" couple has separated and the school walks around on glass waiting to see the outcome.

warnings: fluff, angst, love triangle (kinda) light swearing? not much tho, suggestive themes

word count: 1,858

part 1 part 3

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It'd been three weeks since you and Xavier fell out of contact, in a way. You stopped stopping by his dorm nightly, you packed a smaller lunch, you sat next to anyone else in the classes you shared. And that little box? Kept under your bed? No new additions, still a secret (bar Val) but a little more dusty.

Every few nights or so, Val would catch you turning to face it's direction. You'd twist you'd turn, you'd reach but it'd falter. Your arm falls back down and you'd turn around in the other direction. Soon you stopped taking care of yourself as well. Obviously while keeping up appearances so no one bothered you. Val noticed though. She always knew what was up with you before you knew.

On the other side of the spectrum Xavier wasn't doing so well himself. Almost every night he spent at Ajax's dorm, crashing on a chair so not to oppose his roommate, or at his art studio. Turns out deep in the woods with nothing else but his feelings and his art, really sparks the inspiration.

His inspiration was you. Ceiling, to wall, to floor it was you. Any part of you that he remembered was everywhere. Nothing to disgrace your dignity, of course. The only dignity getting ruined was his. If anyone saw any of his work recently they'd call it a stalker obsession with you. He hated himself for not noticing earlier. For losing you. Every night he remembers the week you pulled away. Then he remembers the months before that when he pushed you away.

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"Hey, how were classes?" He ran up to you after catching a glimpse of you in the halls.

"Fine," You said so quietly he almost missed it.

"You okay?" The slight crinkle between his brows made your stomach turn in a good way and a bad one, you couldn't do it anymore.

"Great." With that you disappeared.

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You opened the door to Botany class, the overbearing replacement for Ms. Thornhill welcomed you when you showed up right after class was supposed to start. Mumbling an apology, your eyes caught Xavier's and he nodded with his head for you to sit down.

Instead of taking your normal place by his side you sat down next to Yoko far away from him. You spent the whole class period ignoring his gazes and attempts to get your attention. You had sped so fast once the bell rang to leave a gust of wind passed by you.

Twisting and turning through the corridors to make it to your next class a gentle hand gripped around your elbow and pulled you into the empty classroom next to you.

"What's up with you?" Xavier closed the door behind him and moved to stand next to you.

"Nothing's up with me," you tried to turn and escape him but he blocked your path each time.

"Somethings up," he grabbed your arm to keep you in place. "First you don't show up last night and then you don't sit next to me in class? What's going on?" His head kept moving to try and place itself in your line of sight.

"If you don't know what it is by now, it's obviously nothing!" Trying to keep yourself calm you rip your arm out of his grasp and ran out the door. To keep yourself hidden, you used the late Principal Weems ability and shifted into a random student so he couldn't recognize you.

Xavier rushed out of the classroom and stood in the hallway, getting pushed and shoved students annoyed he was blocking the way. If you were even there, or turned back to see him, you would've noticed the way he searched for you. The way his head shook as he rubbed the back of his neck. The sound a nearby locker made after the front of his boot made connection with it. The groan that left his mouth as he rubbed the top of his shoe trying to bring circulation back in his toes.

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"Hey Xavi! How you doin'?" you asked so positively, smiling widely and so radiantly. Looking back now, he wished he could have actually seen your face. Looking back now, he wished he actually looked at you. All he can remember was anything from his peripheral. Which is not a lot.

"I'm fine," he mumbled looking down at his phone, and then all around him. He was restless.

"Fine as in bad or fine as in good?" you tried to press. You shuffled and adjusted so now you were laying upside down next to him.

"Fine as in fine." He looked down to his phone once more, and the clock struck midnight. And just like Cinderella and her shitty little shoe, he ran to the window and opened just enough to hear...

Wednesday.

Wednesday on her dumb little cello.

It was unfair that she was so talented, so good at playing the music. Of course he adored her, who wouldn't?

"It's so... melodic," Xavier basically swooned out the window. Remember those cartoons, when the character smells a pie or something and floats around following the aroma? Welcome to the dumb stupid look on Xavier's face.

"She's playing the melody of... the Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 remixed with Lady Jane by The Rolling Stones that's why its melodic." You looked at him like he was genuinely and idiot. "It's written to sound like that."

He completely ignored you.

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Classes were tense. It was even as if the teachers knew something was up, which they probably did. You couldn't tell if it was comforting or strange how the distance between you two effected the school. At least you knew you weren't crazy now, other people thought they had something too. You're not alone in your delusion, yippie.

It was night again, and you fell into the same delusional habit as you did every night. Yet this time Val said something.

"Doll, I adore you. You know this," She starts pulling you down onto her bed as you walked passed. "So all of this is out of love, get your shit together!" She smothered a pillow into your face and laid her whole body weight onto you.

"Which shit this time?" You rolled her off you and slapped her in the stomach.

"The Xavier one," she turned over to face you.

"Oh for the last time-" You started before it earned you a solid slap on the arm.

"Shut up you're literally living in a pipe dream, Xavier is everything to you just kiss and make up already! It's painful to watch you sulk like this," Val squeezed your cheeks together and slapped the side of your face.

Tapping right back into your favorite mimic powers, you quickly grew a two fangs and your eyes glowed red as you barred your teeth at her. She hated cringe acts that felt like they came right out of a CW show.

"Yes, please, bite me my mystical dark overlord!" She pretend purred at you and slapped your stomach once more real hard. Hard enough to make you groan and suck the fake fangs right back in. "I'm a vampire slut, you can not scare me with my own tactics."

That night, you turned on your side once more and thought, maybe it was a good idea to pursue. That night, when you considered floating that little box under your bed that felt so scary to think of, you did. And you traced the outlines of a photo you drew of him, watching it move and watching his smile grow as he turned to face the foreground.

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Maybe it had been three days since you considered making up with Xavier. Maybe you still hadn't done anything about it but consider, that's regardless of the point now.

It had been however, three days since you unblocked him and stopped throwing away the letters and drawings he sent you begging to apologize.

You looked at him once. In class, across the room from him you felt his burning gaze fester on the side of your head. So you looked. And his eyes widened. And some color rose back in his face. And the corners of his lips twitched up. And his iris' got smaller as his pupils widened at the sight of you.

It felt like a dream, right out of a movie scene. Damn Mr. Winston and his last 30 minuets of free time in this dumb poetic writing class. He was young, he understood what it was like to be in high school so he was very laid back. Because of this your headphones were in, and your women-crush-Wednesday (no pun intended) Taylor Swift played in your head. Wonderland.

She really could write something for every situation you could find yourself in. Xavier and his student green eyes and that cheshire cat smile. Caught in this trance, staring in his eyes, you nodded. Quietly you mouthed, Okay.

The life that filled his whole body at your silent confirmation was enough to fill you with a sense of hope. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe the situation was much more different than you thought.

"tonight?" he texted you quickly. "9pm?"

"nightshade library." you sent back.

He looked back up at you and smiled lightly, sadly.

A new type of ecstasy filled your veins at the prospect of tonight. Things will change, you hoped. Things will change, you were sure of it.

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"Okay, I'm going." You breathed out standing in front of the door. The handle felt menacingly cold when you reached for it.

"Wait, love wait!" Val stumbled out of bed and twisted you around to face her. Smoothing out your clothes and fluffing your hair, "I am so proud of you my girl. This is insanely brave of you, now go, go!" She kissed the top of your head and pushed you out the door.

"Fuck him senseless! Don't let that skinny white boy top you, you're better than that!" She called out after you before shutting the door. You could hear her cackle from down the hall and you yourself laughed. Headphones were your saving grace at this point, calming the inner monologue.

The walk felt eternally long and frighteningly short. Way too soon you were at the statue, snapping twice, and walking down the stairs. He was already there. Xavier was pacing around in a line playing with all the rings on his fingers. Fidgeting was what he did when he was nervous.

The last click of your boots on the tile floor grabbed his attention. Maybe it was the lighting, but the second he turned around he looked worse for wear. You hadn't seen him like this in a long time. Not since he left for the summer last year, knowing he'd be stuck at home with his family, and away from you. Granted only until you two snuck away from your psychotic families, and ran away for the rest of the summer using your mimic ability to the fullest.

"Hi." You whispered, so quiet he could barely hear it. So familiar he prayed he'd never have to hear it again.

"Hey."

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tried to get this part 2 out as fast for y'all as i could! so if you like it enough, a part 3 will follow with the ending i have not planned out yet. if you don't, the ending is left up to interpretation. did they make up? did they make out? did they fall further apart? who knows! ( i don't yet we'll see)

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lucy-sky · 2 years ago

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Ink (Griff x f!Reader)

Tushy Tuesday prompts: doggy position; spanking (well... just once :'D)

You've got a surprise for Griff for your anniversary.

Warnings: you can see them in the prompts + a bit of fingering and Griff being kinda possessive; also please think before having someone’s name tattooed on you :DD

Words: 752; AO3 link if you prefer reading there

A/N: Literally last minute kind of thing - I wrote it late at night after visiting my relatives and having a few glasses of champagne, also I've never written Griff before, so I apologize if this one sucks :'DD

“Whoa!” Griff exclaims as you open the door, “Damn, sweetheart… You missed me that much?”

Being with Griff sure as hell is a wild ride. He could disappear for weeks, hiding from the police after another criminal shit he got himself into, then storm back into your life like a hurricane sweeping you off your feet. Your friends told you you’ve lost your mind, and maybe they’re not completely wrong after all, but… You know Griff loves you in his own way, you know he would fight for you, and maybe that’s what keeps you together for such a long while. Today’s your first anniversary - a year ago you met him at a local bar and the spark between you was so bright that you ended up in bed together on that same night. Who knew it’s gonna be something more than a drunken one night stand?

You’re well prepared for the occasion: a new set of lingerie only slightly covered with a silk dressing gown that you didn’t bother to tie up, heels (you’re not really into them but something tells you you’re not gonna walk much tonight) and stockings, of course. From the way Griff is eyeing you right now, licking his lips as if you’re his favorite dessert, you can tell the outfit choice was right.

“Course I did, baby… I always miss you,” you smirk, impatiently tugging him inside and closing the door shut before wrapping your arms around him. “What about you, tough guy? Did you miss me?”

“How d’you think?” he goes in a low raspy voice before crushing his lips on yours in a fiery kiss as if he’s about to devour you. Griff’s kisses are furious, possessive, almost bruising, all teeth and tongue, and it never fails to make your knees go weak.

“I got a surprise for you,” you whisper in your most sultry tone as you push Griff’s jacket down his shoulders.

“Oh yeah, is that a good one?” he chuckles, squeezing your backside in a firm grip to pull you even closer.

“You’ll see.”

His clothes are quickly discarded as well as your dressing gown somewhere on the way to the bedroom. Your lips are already swollen with passionate kisses as you land on the bed.

“Shit, look at you, sweetheart - you’re fuckin’ gorgeous! I’d eat you alive, I swear,” Griff might not be the most poetic guy when it comes to compliments, but he always sounds like he hundred percent means it. “Wanna get on all fours for me, darlin’?”

There it is, the moment you’ve been waiting for. Biting your lip, you obey, slowly turning your back to him, revealing a new tattoo on your lower back.

“Wait, uh… Is that real?” you can feel his fingers brushing against your skin.

“It is, yep,” you reply, glancing at him over your shoulder. “Lost my tattoo virginity a couple of weeks ago. You like it?”

“That’s pretty hot, not gonna lie,” he leans down, pressing kisses along the curve of your spine while his big hands squeeze and knead your buttcheeks. “Is that your surprise, huh?”

“Well it’s actually even hotter if you look closer…” you hint. You’re actually kinda proud of this design. At first glance it looks just like a random pattern, but an attentive viewer can notice the letters…

“Holy shit, is that… Is that my name?”

“Uh-huh. You like being an inspiration for my very first tattoo?” you chuckle.

“Shit, babe. That’s real sexy of you. Get over here,” he groans, seizing your hips. You giggle as he keeps grunting while tugging down your panties using his teeth. Being too impatient though he helps himself with his hands, and you gasp out loud when his fingers find their way between your folds.

“That’s my girl. So wet for me,” he praises, curling his fingers at exactly the right angle, his thumb grazing against your clit.

“Hey sweetheart,” his voice rumbles above you as you melt in the blissful sensations of his fingers inside you. “Did you uh… When you got the tattoo… you didn’t have to take off your pants, did ya?”

“What?” you snort, “Of course not, are you kidding me? It’s not on my butt or something, why would I- oh!” you let out a whimper when his free hand lands on your butcheek with a hard smack.

“Good,” he hums contently, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with the tip of his cock. “‘Cause that sweet ass of yours only belongs to me.”

Thank you for reading!

#bernthirstpalooza #griff x reader #baby driver #jon bernthal fanfiction #lucy tries to write #darlingshane

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9haharharley1 · 3 months ago

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30 & 32 ♥️

30. What inspires you to write?

I have... too many sources of inspiration lol. I get inspiration from movies, usually vague plot ideas that go nowhere, but I'll write them down and save for later (like the Kill Bill au I may or may not be still working on). I'll get an idea from prompt lists, and I have a list of prompts from asks that I'm trying to tackle.

Also art, notoriously at this point lmao. Gilly's work always sparks the creative juices for me, I vibe so much with their art and style of work! They create a situation and I am compelled to figure out how the characters get into that situation.

Hell, I'll be in the car thinking of a random thing and that leads to thinking of the character and wondering what they would do with such a thing (the Beetlejuice au from Halloween last year came about simply because I wonder what Pitch would look like in a 3-piece suit. I swear I'll finish that one someday!).

I want to write a Hannibal AU.

Also, I just saw Alien Romulus, and I may or may not have AU for that on the brain right now

32. Does music inspire you, or do you listen to music when you write? Bands/genre?

Yes and no. Music inspires me, definitely- it helps focus one part of my brain while the other comes up with ideas (too many of them involve Jack dancing on a pole to various glam rock songs). My brain is weird about it lately though- sometimes I can write while listening while other times I can't focus and need more static noise.

I listen to a wide variety of metal, alt, rock, pop, and punk artists, and my main playlist is a mix of all these. But if I'm listening to just one band's discography on iTunes then my go-tos are Ice Nine Kills, Ghost, Steam Powered Giraffe, Dethklok, Fall Out Boy, HIM, and Avenged Sevenfold (specifically their album The Stage), but I'm starting to add Starset to the list of bands I like.

#thank you for the ask!!#harley answers #asks

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fireflysparks · 8 months ago

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Okay, so... my queue is about to run out. The reasons for this are: #1, I've been working on my novel writing again lately, mostly editing/revising, but still. And #2, I'm working on probably the closest I've come to a planned Sims storyline since... I'm not even sure when?

It involves my Veronaville, which has turned into being more about other premades that moved there (and of course, The Sparks Legacy, which is in an odd place due to me wanting to even out some ages a bit). It's funny because I've been casually leaning into the storytelling more and more in my posts, and some of the events feel like they were leading me to this... and then I was hit with inspiration.

I'm kind of excited to see how it turns out, though I also feel compelled to warn you not to expect too much because I'm still mostly a gameplay person, and I didn't go into like poses or deep set-up for this. The 'big event' was done on a whim in one session after reading a post about a sim-ilar (😅) idea, though I swear my random gameplay was setting up for this mini story for a while.

Behind-the-Scenes Notes (only lightly spoilery): It is way harder to intentionally kill off a sim than I remember. 😆 I'm not sure I've seriously tried to do this since trying to replicate a black widow story in The Sims 1 back when I was a dark, moody, traumatized twelve-year-old. In the end, though it doesn't fit the story as I set it up, I had to go with the classic pool ladder trick to actually pull off the deed, which led to less than stellar ending photos. But oh, well!

Please bear with me if I do some extra reposting while setting up the new story posts. And thank you to the community in general for sharing all of your amazing stories and gameplay photos. Because you and this Simblr have honestly helped me get back in touch with my desire to create.

#the sims 2 #writing #veronaville #behind the scenes #light spoilers I guess #I also need to remember who made the genetic version of one of the sims I used #I didn't intend to use them for anything but my own personal gameplay so I didn't keep track

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grellestie · 2 years ago

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oops just reaper headcanons!

random hcs i had while at work;

-> grelle’s natural hair is curly but she just dislikes it (time period mentality) and she usually just straightens it because she gets self conscious about it.

-> william knows grelle tends to lie about various things to new recruits and there has been times where he’s had to hide his enjoyment of her humor for the sake of making sure he keeps his reputation as well as making sure grelle doesn’t get anything to brag about.

--> these lies include;

“My poor little doves, don’t you know how much you’ve missed out on, have you? THE Cleopatra was Head of Communications for years! She was so inspirational~”

“If you lose your glasses, you’ll have to spend several extra years as a reaper, darling. Oh? How long you say? Depends...”

“If you find a certain Cinematic Record, rumor has it that you will disappear very soon after unless you give it to someone else! Watch out, darlings!~”

-> grelle only listens to death metal at work, at home though? she listens to the most girly and trashy music you have ever heard. it’s a comfort to her!

--> the bands i headcanon grelle listening to the most would be jack off jill, the beatles, and probably otep.

-> ronald only drank about several White Russian cocktails before swearing off of it. when he had that horrid experience, he could have swore that he was going to die a second time with how fast his heart was beating. and he called grelle which was an awful idea. it was 3am and she was barely awake when a grossly sobbing ronald clung to her and was so afraid of dying... it was a very... VERY long night. she has not have let him live it down since and still teases him to this day about it. he is extremely embarrassed about it and rarely talks about it.

-> grelle is the type that just interjects herself into conversations and inserts her own opinion before just leaving.

-> makeup... god she is very picky about makeup. she only goes for the same brand, only eyeshadow palletes with red, and red lipstick. sometimes she goes out of her comfort zone with lipstick but it’s extremely rare.

shinigami realm + human world hcs under da cut since i dont shut up...

-> the shinigami realm is just like our world except it’s completely void of color except for the council’s quarters and courtroom. the technology is horribly advanced and everyday is pretty much a black mirror episode.

--> taker’s betrayal really made it worse. there’s a lot of surveillance like with insects all being fake and only used to spy on other reapers to stop a potential repeat.

---> grelle hates it. first of all... bugs? watching her every move?! EWWW! she usually smashes them without second thought. second of all... it’s none of their business what a lady does in her private time! they should keep their eyes to themselves! and that thought process might get her into some trouble but since when has grelle been afraid of causing a bit of trouble?

---> william feels... the same as grelle and he’d never admit it to her face in order to not spark a rebellious flame in her. not to mention, he doesn’t go to the extent she does. he finds them as an extreme breach of privacy for such a small thing. grelle came back just fine after she had her rebellious phase and the undertaker case was something that had been brewing for as long as he was a reaper.

---> ronald tends to agree with his mentor a lot and this is a big one he agrees on. he prefers human pubs over reaper pubs...

---> other reapers are either extremely uncomfortable and put off by it while others don’t mind it and are willing to let them spy on! they don’t want any more traitors.

-> a happier headcanon! there’s a club in the human world and you can’t get in unless you tell the guard at the door what your registration number is. it’s called RR&Q Cafe. it stands for Retired Reaper & Quitters but reapers still in service can definitely go

--> grelle has always gone there since she was still studying in the academy. she took a small detour on a school trip and only had heard rumors about it, imagine her shock to find out that it actually a place! a lot of the “quitters” were everywhere under the queer umbrella which is where grelle really had her source of euphoria for a bit before she became more and more feminine. she’s taken ronald a couple of times and he’s... slowly figuring it out.

#oops wrote a lot #headcanons #black butler #kuroshitsuji #cw alcohol mention #its not too big tho #grelle sutcliff #ronald knox #william t spears #grell sutcliff #undertaker #writing tag

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uponmywords · 2 years ago

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Sharing Clothes - ★ By August

Inspired by My Favourite Clothes by RINI

! Light Swearing

They are your love and you can’t believe it. The both of you started dating a year ago and you love them so much. You just want to feel them everywhere you go, which is why you love wearing their clothes, even if they don’t fit.

Right now, you snuggle each other in their bed. You lay there on their chest, in their green t-shirt.

“Hey, love?”

“Hm?”

Their voice is raspy and tired. God, it’s so attractive that you can’t help feeling flustered.

“Nevermind, I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Is that actually true? I know that you back out from asking questions a lot. I pay attention, you know.”

You hesitate. You don’t know if you should speak, but you do.

“Why me?”

“Why you?”

“Like, why are you dating someone like me?”

“Like you? You are you. That’s why.”

It’s so blunt. You want to know. You really want to know why he’s here with you, where you fit in each other’s bodies.

…

“Okay, I’ll give you an actual answer.”

They know me so well.

“You gave me the stars before we even realized what we felt for each other. You lit a spark in me that I never knew existed. You understood that I’m just ordinary. You noticed that I was always angry when we met. God, you read me like a book. It’s probably because you are like me, too. We were people who cared so much for society’s opinion that we waited for it. Hear me again, you gave me the stars before we even realized what we felt. You give out so much love for others. You don’t stand out yet you shine like a star yourself. You gave me you.You brought me out to you. I love you a lot. I’m yours and I will be here until you don’t want me to be here with you anymore. I know I sometimes struggle to give you what you need but you give me what I need. I need you. You reminded me to breathe. You gave me a reason to breathe.”

Are they being real? Holy shit.

They move and the bedding rustles.

You search your mind for something to say.

“Don’t move. Please don’t move. Let me say what I want to say,” was what you wanted to say but a single word pops out your mouth.

“Stay.”

They stay.

“I know it’s hard for me what I want to say. I want you to know that without you, I won’t shine so bright. So I hope you won’t mind finishing the puzzle. Stay with me. You are my favorite person and I want you to stay that way. So, please. I need you. I love you.”

“I’m here.”

You feel amazed by how this person is yours. You remember that this is the love of life.

How in the actual fuck.

You go quiet for a little bit. You hear them speak under their breath, but you don’t hear. You just know that they’re yours.

“Can I take this shirt home with me?”

Please, that’s so random. I know they love my random.

“As long you’re the only one who’s going to wear it.”

“You’re stupid. Of course it’s going to be me, dummy.”

“Yeah, but that makes you a dummy, too.”

You burst out of laughter.

What a stupid reason to laugh.

You’re laughing into their chest. You love them. You breathe and sigh as if you’re in a movie. They certainly make you feel like you’re in a movie. You greatly hope that it ends like this. The both of you together.

“Thank you for sharing your clothes with me.”

…

“And your love.” You say

“I love you.”

“I really love you.”

You go on having an ‘I love you battle’ until you pull them in for a kiss and fall asleep in each other’s arm. You lay there in their chest wearing the same t-shirt they wore the first day you met. You love wearing their clothes, especially their green t-shirt.

#writers block #favorite clothes #short story #couple #love story #visualizer #favorite person #inspired

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kiss-me-cill-me · 8 months ago

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@theladyofthevarioussorrows I don't even know where to begin - this was so freaking cute from start to finish 💕

Nothing like starting off my day with a little bit of mutual pining 😁😁 Something about Capa just pairs so well with pining; like you just know he would try to ignore his feelings at first, but then very quickly discover that he's not able to lol

Capa was trying hard to keep his cool as she stood in front of him, fighting back thoughts of how much better those clothes would look on his bedroom floor.

I thoroughly enjoyed these little glimpses at Capa's inner thoughts, and I thoroughly enjoyed him being an absolute simp 😆😋 Horny Capa is love, horny Capa is life

She couldn’t help but notice his well-defined arms, and traced the path of his veins with her eyes.

Relatable 👏👏👏 I have found my forearm admiring people - finally, some Capa arm content that wasn't written by me lmao 🤣

And omg Capa's confession was the cutest thing!! The hand holding! The nervousness! The secret jerking off 🤣

Capa found it incredibly sexy and oddly endearing when she struggled to stay quiet under him, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he poured himself into her.

I swear, struggling to have quiet sex with Capa is like a right of passage in this fandom. It's like we ALL need to write a fic that includes this, and yes I WILL read ALL of them and love it EVERY TIME 🫠

Corazon commenting about how there's enough oxygen even with Capa and reader sucking it all up was hilarious. Of course these two couldn't keep their relationship secret for more than a week lmao

They had found themselves a nice house outside of the city, and the two built their own small planetarium in their backyard together.

No, wait, stop - I can't handle this much cutenesssss 😭❤️

As SOON as the second part started, I was like, "Oh my gosh, he's gonna propose, he's gonna propose," and then when he DID and he pulled out the ring I lost ittttt 😍😍 I'm getting ahead of myself though. But I just can't stand this sappy little spaceman; I want to squish him 😫🥰

Him calling her sunshine and angel was so adorable!! 😍 I WILL NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS

Also, watching an eclipse in space is such a cool idea! Ugh, now this is my new impossible-to-achieve life goal 🤣

This was such a lovely mix of sweet, syrupy fluff with little pockets of spice mixed in! Thank you for coming out of retirement to write this and share it with us ❤️ It makes me so happy that the eclipse has sparked more Capa content haha - I love it when writers find inspiration in random little life events! Please do feel free to tag/message/etc. me if you decide to continue this (but also no pressure to do so, because I will be scouring the dash to watch out for any more fics you post 👀❤️)

Sunspots

Fandom: Sunshine (2007)

Pairing: Robert Capa x fem!reader

Word count: 6,400+

Characters: Robert Capa (Cillian Murphy), the rest of the cast is only mentioned.

Summary: Alternate universe (duh). Reader is the 9th crew member on the Icarus II as a second physicist assigned to assist Capa; she and Capa started dating at some point during the mission. But, in this story, the mission was successful, and everyone lived to make it back to Earth; the reader and Capa have been together ever since. The story takes place during a solar eclipse two or three years or so after they make it back to Earth, and as to be expected, Capa is excited about and fascinated by the eclipse, and so is the reader. He is set on making it a beautiful and romantic experience for her, especially since it was because of them that they can see it from Earth.

Warnings and additional tags: Fluff, smut (p in v), established relationship, mention of masturbation (m and f), the mission is successful in this (everyone makes it back to Earth in one piece), soft!dom Capa if you squint, Capa is slightly out of character in this (he's happy, he's deeply in love with the reader, and he's a little bit of a tease), mention of airsickness, reader-insert, reader-interactive, reader uses Capa's first name a few times, Capa calls the reader "sunshine" (I think it's fucking cute okay? Sue me. I'm just a girl.).

Notes: This is my first fic in literal years, and it is in two parts...both are in this post. I took a lot of liberties here. Necessary ones I think, but liberties nonetheless. I don’t know a lot about space and space travel. I know very little about it actually. However, I did do some research (if you could call it that) and tried to make it as accurate to the movie as I could. I had a ton of fun writing this! I miiiiiiiiight add to this later on, we'll see! I hope you guys like it!

--->Smut below the cut! NSFW, minors DO NOT INTERACT!<---

He had been planning this for months. Years, to be exact. Up until now, he was convinced that if he made it back in one piece, he would have been alone.

Capa had spent over a year cramped up on the Icarus II with eight other crew members. Kaneda, Searle, Trey, Corazon, and Cassie seemed to take him seriously a good chunk of the time, but stayed mostly neutral towards him. Harvey and Mace tended to direct a lot of their anger towards him. Whether it was out of jealousy, anxiety, or whatever else, it didn’t matter what their reasoning behind ganging up on the lead physicist was. Despite their unfounded animosities, it was Capa’s stellar bomb that would reignite the Sun and save humanity from extinction. Even though tensions were understandably high, Capa was the only person aboard the Icarus II who knew the gravity and the importance of the mission they were tasked with carrying out. In other words, he was the only one who knew how to operate the device to perform such a miracle. It was really no surprise to anyone that they put Capa in charge of the payload; he understood the mission better than anyone else on the ship, and it showed. Mace and Harvey began to back off once it finally began to sink in that their lives depended on Capa, and because of that, they should take it easy on him. Try to, at least.

Of all the other astronauts on the Icarus II, Capa felt the closest to Y/L/N, the second physicist, a young woman wise beyond her years who was assigned to work alongside Capa. She was a bit younger than him and the rest of the crew, but she proved to have a level-headed way of looking at things, while also presenting herself with an air of cautious optimism. Her grace and appreciation of everything each of the members were doing drew Capa to her, something that initially made him nervous. She captivated him in a mysterious but welcome way, and she was nowhere near immune to his unique allure and quiet charm.

She would watch him in awe as he spoke, completely entranced by his intelligence. Every word he said, every move he made…she felt it in her heart, and deep in her core. After watching her perform her duties effortlessly without ever faltering once, Capa began to feel at ease with her, and he caught himself quietly thanking the forces that be for pairing the two of them together.

It took a lot of effort on his part to keep his composure around her, and little did he know, it was just as difficult for her to behave herself around him. He knew he was falling for her, and he tried to keep it down as long as he possibly could, just in case his feelings for her weren’t reciprocated. Even though she did feel the same way about him, she made a valiant effort to stay focused on the tasks at hand, despite the ever-looming temptation.

She and Capa grew close after spending hours alone working out equations or going over calculations, and even just spending whatever free time they had talking about anything and everything, but nothing too wild or personal just yet. After one particularly restless night, she left her quarters and came out to the common area to find Capa at the table, his head in his hands. He noticed her and lifted his face to look at her, a faint smile escaping his lips.

“Oh, hey. I take it you couldn’t sleep either?” Capa asked her, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes as he shifted in his seat. She looked absolutely beautiful to him, still in her sleep clothes that fit her perfectly, the fabric slightly revealing but leaving just enough to the imagination, her hair down and slightly tousled. His gaze accidentally drifted to her thighs and hips, and he looked away suddenly, focusing back on her face. Capa was trying hard to keep his cool as she stood in front of him, fighting back thoughts of how much better those clothes would look on his bedroom floor. He struggled to push the thought away, and was internally failing miserably at it.

She also felt an all-too-familiar feeling between her legs seeing Capa sitting there in his gray tank top shirt, his hair falling on his shoulders in the sexiest way possible. She couldn’t help but notice his well-defined arms, and traced the path of his veins with her eyes. She tried not to stare at him, and swallowed before she answered. “Yeah, unfortunately. A lot to do, a lot to think about, you know?” she answered back as she walked over to the table to sit down next to him. “Do you mind if I sit with you for a while?”

He motioned for her to sit down, welcoming her. “Oh no, not at all, the company would be nice. And yes, you’re right, there’s tons to think about for sure.” He sat up straighter and turned to face her better as he cleared his throat quietly, still fighting with his wandering mind.

She let out a small breath of relief before she sat down. She turned toward him and continued to speak. “What’s on your mind?” she asked. Even though she was concerned and was aware he was under an insane amount of pressure, she knew Capa had everything under control, and she trusted his judgment completely. “We can talk about it if you’d like.”

He takes a deep breath before answering her. “I guess it’s just nerves. You and I have run the calculations countless times now, and we’re on the correct path with everything, the payload is operational and all that…but I’m still a bit anxious about it. It’s nothing crazy, but, you know…” his voice trails off before looking into her eyes. “I just hope everything goes to plan, that’s all. I don’t think we have any reason to think it won’t, but still.”

She looked back at Capa. “Oh believe me, I totally understand.” She moves closer to him in an attempt to reassure him as she rests her hand on his. “But hey, I have faith that we can get it done and all will be well with the universe.” She smiled. “You’re doing amazing, by the way.”

Capa began to blush as he smiled back, softly but warmly. “Aww, thanks. Just doing my job.” He turned his hand over under hers, holding it gently as their fingers tangled together. “You’re doing great, too. We’re so lucky to have you with us…with me.” His heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t believe he said that out loud, but he didn’t bother trying to go back on it either. “I know I am.” His ocean blue eyes looked at her face, searching for any sign of discomfort or apprehension. He was relieved to find neither in her expression, just her smiling and blushing back at him.

She felt his words deep inside her as if a bomb on a much smaller scale was going off within her chest, and his words almost didn’t register with her right away. She smiled and blushed deeply before continuing. “That’s very sweet of you to say…thank you,” she answered. Despite the fact that they have spent a lot of time alone together in recent weeks, the tension in the room was noticeably thicker…so thick that you could slice it in the air with a scalpel. “I try my best. It’s all I can do, really.” She held onto his hand a little tighter as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

Capa broke the brief silence. “Hey…” he began, speaking warily but keeping his smile. “There’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask you. I’ve been waiting for the right time, and I’m not quite sure when that would be or would have been…I hope you won’t take it the wrong way.”

She looked back at Capa, curious but cautious. “Sure, you can ask me anything. What’s up?” He returned the gentle squeeze of her hand and softly grazed his thumb over her knuckles.

Capa took a deep breath, and looked away from her for a split second before directing his focus right back on her. He could feel his face getting warmer, his fair-skinned face turning a faint pink. He hesitated for a beat before throwing caution to the wind to speak his mind.

“Well…you know how we’ve been spending a lot of time together lately? Not just on protocol and calculations and whatever else…but in general?” He continued to hold her gaze while he waited for her response.

“Yeah, of course. Why?” she asked as she looked at him, still smiling and holding his hand, butterflies forming in her stomach. “Is everything okay?” she asked, trying to gauge where the conversation is going without assuming anything or jumping to any conclusions.

“Oh yeah, everything is fine, all things considered. Amazing, actually…” He swallowed quietly before beginning again. “Um…I guess what I’m trying to say is…I feel closer to you than anyone else on the ship…” He paused and chuckled nervously before he continued to speak. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt such a connection to someone. You understand me in a way that everyone else doesn’t, and I really appreciate that. A lot.” He smiled and blushed deeper.

She smiled and blushed deeper as well. “I’m glad I can make you feel that way.” She moved closer to him. “I feel the same way about you.”

He reached his free hand up to gently brush some of her hair out of her face, softly caressing her cheek as he did it. “You’re just…I don’t know what the right word is. Exhilarating? Refreshing, maybe? I guess what I mean to say is…” he trailed off before cupping the side of her face with his hand while holding onto her hand with the other. “I’m falling for you. I mean…I have fallen for you. You’re on my mind constantly.” He gazed at her for a beat before continuing his thought. “I hope that doesn’t make anything weird or awkward.” He searched your face again for any opposition. Yet again, he didn’t find any of either.

Capa wasn’t one to divulge his deepest, darkest secrets to anyone, but it took every ounce of his being not to tell her that he’s seen her face behind his eyelids almost every night for the past two or so months, her name in his throat every time his need for her took over. He let it spill all over himself when he couldn’t sleep, which was unfortunately often. She wasn’t going to tell him that she touched herself to the thought of him any time the mood struck her either, soaking her fingers and her sheets beneath her. The two of them, separated only by a thin wall, had been breathing each other’s names as they reached completion for quite some time, and neither of them had shared any feelings for each other until today. As luck would have it, their feelings were mutual.

She leaned into his hand as she looked back at him. “It’s not weird, I promise…I’ve fallen for you too. I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t.” She gazed at him, full of love and infatuation. “You’re all I think about.”

Capa looked back at her with the same intensity. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” he replied. He leaned in closer to her still, less than a foot of space between them. “What I really wanted to ask is…” he trailed off as he caressed her cheek and jawline. “I know this isn’t ideal, and I’m sorry about that…but I want this mission to continue with no regrets. I would hate myself forever if I never told you how I really feel about you. With that being said…would you be okay with us seeing where this goes?” His eyes never left hers as he confessed his love for her. “I want to be with you…if you’ll have me. Now, and, God willing, after the mission, too.”

Her heart pounded in her chest as she heard his words. “Of course I will. I want to be with you, too. I want nothing more than to be with you.”

Capa smiled and let out a sigh of relief before he spoke again. “Thank you…really. You mean everything to me, and I want you to know that…I’ll never let you forget it.” He closed any remaining distance between the two of them. He caressed her face tenderly once more. “May I…?”

She smiled at him with admiration and anticipation. “Yes, you may.”

Capa closed his eyes, leaned in, and kissed her gingerly at first, her eyes fluttering shut. She tilted her head as she kissed him back. Their kiss grew more and more passionate as seconds passed. He held her head gently and he ran his fingers through her hair as she wrapped her arms around his neck, their tongues dancing together softly. Capa slowly broke the kiss and opened his eyes. She opened hers as they pulled away, their pupils blown out with love and desire. He wrapped his arms around her as she pulled him into a tight hug, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long…” he breathed into her hair as he rubbed his hands on her back, inhaling her sweet scent. “Thank you…I mean it.” Capa blushed some more as he took another deep breath. “God, you make me feel like I’m a teenager again.”

“Me too…you’re absolutely lovely,” she replied, hugging him tighter. “You’re the man I’ve always dreamed of.” She broke the hug before looking into his icy blue eyes again. “Does this mean we’re together?” she asked, blushing and smiling.

Capa smiled back at her. “It does…is that okay with you?” He brushed some of her hair over her shoulder before caressing her face again.

“That is more than okay with me,” she answered. “So, what now?”

Capa blushed deeper as he smiled. “Come here…” He stood up from the table and held his hand out for her to take. She accepted his hand and stood up as he put his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his plush lips met hers again, kissing her with more intensity and urgency than he had before. She matched his passion as she returned his kiss, tangling her fingers in his long, dark, soft hair.

Noticing her need for him in her movements, Capa moved his kisses from her lips to her chin and jawline, then down along her neck and collarbone, immediately appreciating her reaction as she moaned quietly, tugging on his gray sleeveless shirt. She mused to herself about how effortlessly gorgeous he looked in it again, biting her lip at the thought, instantly reminded of all those nights she fantasized about taking it off of him. Lost in lustful longing, she struggled to get the words out.

“How did you know that I…maybe…we should probably…go somewhere else…” she whispered in between heavy breaths and soft whimpers. “Someone might wonder…what if someone wakes up and…” This is the first time he’d ever kissed her, and he already figured out one of the things that drives her crazy, knocking the air out of her lungs without trying to.

Capa chuckled slyly as he softly shushed her before he agreed. “A wild guess? But yeah…good call.” He gently pulled her with him towards his small bedroom. “We’ll deal with everyone else later. You’re all that matters to me right now.” He opened his door and let her in before shutting it behind him and locking the two of them inside. He looked at her with concern. “Are you okay with this? We don’t have to…you know…if you don’t want to…” His voice was low and seductive as he moved his hands under her shirt, tracing the curve of her spine and her shoulder blades with his fingers.

She spoke as he trailed off. “Yes, I want to…I want you. I’m sure about this. Are you?” she answered, looking back at him lovingly.

“As sure as I’m alive,” Capa answered, smiling back at her with just as much love. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.” He kissed her some more before gently pushing her backwards onto his bed and positioned himself between her spread legs as he laid her down.

They spent the rest of the night making love to each other, over and over, drawing out every single moment to make it last as long as possible, and after at least a few hours, they wore each other out completely. Their first entanglement started out slow and sensual until their hunger for each other consumed them. They tried their absolute hardest to keep the noise to a minimum, but that became increasingly difficult for the both of them as their makeout heated up and clothes started to fall away.

Capa was gentle with her for their first time having sex, leaving no part of her untouched or unkissed, committing every inch of her skin to memory as if it was their last night alive. As far as he was aware, the woman underneath him was nothing short of a goddess. She gladly returned the favor, marveling at his incredible beauty. She was completely amazed at how he looked as if he was carved from stone, his whole body breathtakingly perfect to her. As far as they were concerned, it very well could have been their final night together. Neither of them were worried about that now, focusing solely on each other.

She was tight like a vice and sopping wet around him, and he stretched her so deliciously that he would whisper his praises in her ear, encouraging her. Capa made it a habit to cover her mouth as he took her, something she learned to absolutely lose her mind over. If he wasn’t covering her mouth as he brought her to climax, he would make sure to devour her with hot kisses as she contracted around him, bringing his orgasm forth soon after. As much as he would have loved for her to be as loud as she possibly could, Capa found it incredibly sexy and oddly endearing when she struggled to stay quiet under him, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he poured himself into her.

She was able to rile Capa up in all the best ways possible as well, and he too had some difficulty trying to keep his voice down. One round turned into two, and then three…and on and on until both of them were sore and exhausted. Once they were able to catch their breath, Capa would make sure he didn’t wreck her too much, and if he did, he’d kiss it all away, and she would follow suit. “I love you” were three little words that neither of them could ever get sick of saying or hearing from the other.

After all of their daily tasks were taken care of for the day, every night on the Icarus II thereafter was spent in each other’s arms, whether in Capa’s bed or hers. On nights when they weren’t ravishing each other half to death with reckless abandon, she and Capa would lay in bed together and talk about whatever came to mind until they fell asleep tangled up in each other. She and Capa were able to keep their new relationship a secret for about a week maximum before the crew found out on their own. They were delighted to discover that none of the rest of the crew were surprised that they ended up together. There was initially some concern, but ultimately the crew accepted it and let it continue, because they knew that these moments the crew had together could be the last they have with anyone, so who cares if two of the crew members fell in love?

Mace ribbed Capa about his enthusiastic nightly activities with Y/L/N, and it was nice that he wasn’t fighting with him for once. It was hard for him to believe that Capa, the usually soft-spoken physicist, had that effect on Y/L/N. He even mentioned to Cassie that he has never seen Capa smile as much as he did now, and Cassie added that Y/L/N had a glow about her. For someone as quiet and reserved as Capa, Mace found it amusing that his new girlfriend could bring him out of his shell like that, and although he would never admit it, he was glad that it was Y/L/N.

Capa was bashful about discussing his relationship with Y/L/N to the others, shying away from the sexual aspect, but he had no issue praising her and giving her credit when it was due. It was obvious that he was absolutely head over heels for Y/L/N, and she blushed anytime the crew teased her or tried to get her to reveal any juicy details about their rendezvous behind closed cabin doors. They were in love, and it brought a new positive energy to the rest of the mission. Kaneda was thankful that everyone seemed to be getting along better and in good spirits, while Trey and Harvey were indifferent towards the two physicists becoming a couple, but thrilled for them nonetheless.

Searle, being a doctor, wasn’t really concerned with it, but was also excited for them. He pretended not to notice the love marks Capa bit into Y/L/N’s neck or the faint scratches she had left on Capa’s shoulders, and especially tried to ignore the way Y/L/N would squirm slightly when she sat down. Corazon, happily content that a relationship so strong could come from something so hellish, reminded everyone that they had a surplus of oxygen coming from the garden due to overgrowth. The crew would still have more than enough oxygen to go around, whether Capa and Y/L/N were “fucking like rabbits” or not, as Mace put it.

After a few weeks of calculations, trajectory adjustments, and protocols during the day and exploring each other and falling in love more and more at night, Capa led the rest of the crew to carry out the mission successfully. Capa made sure everything was done exactly to plan, and he didn’t do anything without his girl by his side, from the ignition of the bomb all the way through the terrifying trek back to Earth.

It didn’t matter how many times the crew had practiced and prepared for the descent back to solid ground, the airsickness still hit Y/L/N the hardest. It was the part of being an astronaut she hated the most, and she never quite got used to it. Capa was well aware of this having seen her go through it during their zero-gravity training, and he felt bad that it was hard on her. He was one of the lucky ones who could handle it well; the worst of it for him was a slight change in equilibrium that left him briefly lightheaded. But now he took care of her lovingly, holding her hair out of the way and rubbing her back as the nausea won the battle against her, never leaving her side until he knew she was okay.

She was embarrassed about it as it was happening, not wanting anyone to see her so violently ill, but was eventually able to joke about it once the sick, spinning feeling dissipated. All of that initial anxiety melted away knowing her boyfriend was right there beside her, making sure she felt well enough before taking care of any other necessary tasks. He reassured her that a lot of people are really sensitive to it, and that it’s nothing to be ashamed of. In an attempt to make light of the situation, Capa reminded her that the reduced-gravity aircraft they used during their weightlessness training was called the “Vomit Comet” for a reason.

As the Icarus II landed, the crew was met with a massive crowd of people cheering them on, congratulating them on their historic achievement, while also mourning the deaths of the previous Icarus crew. Once everyone was back to their normal selves, or as close to it as possible, Cassie, Mace, Corazon, Trey, Searle, Harvey, and Kaneda all went back to their homes in various places around the world.

Meanwhile, Capa and Y/L/N settled down somewhere in the halfway point between their hometowns, close enough to Capa’s sister and her kids in one direction, and Y/L/N’s family in the other. They had found themselves a nice house outside of the city, and the two built their own small planetarium in their backyard together. Their two-story home was modest but just enough for them; not too small, but not too big either. It was there that they stayed happily for the next couple of years.

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It was a warm April day, but to Capa, it wasn’t just any typical day. Today was special.

The solar eclipse was happening today. He hadn’t seen an eclipse on Earth in many years. He has seen a few eclipses from the vantage point of the Icarus II in space, but it’s been a long time since he’s experienced one from the ground, and it just so happened that the path of totality was going right over his house he shared with his girlfriend, Y/L/N.

Of course, being a physicist and an astronaut, he knew the date and time of when the Moon was supposed to pass in front of the Sun ahead of time -- months, maybe years in advance -- and he knew he wanted to experience it with the love of his life. Even more than that, he wanted to make the experience as beautiful and as romantic as he possibly could. It was because of the couple and the rest of the Icarus II crew that they were able to view such a remarkable thing from Earth after all.

While Y/L/N was away for a few hours finishing a few last-minute errands, Capa was busy in their backyard in the midday spring air, setting up a massive telescope and a camera. Next to his setup, he spread out a large blanket on the grass, and on it he set a bottle of wine and two glasses. As he was getting the angle of the telescope just right and setting the time lapse to the correct adjustments on the camera, he thought he heard Y/L/N’s car pull into their driveway. As she got out of the car, she looked around for him, but didn’t see him right away.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!” she called out. She waited a second before calling out for him again. “Robert? Honey?”

“I’m in the backyard, baby,” he called back to her. “I’ll be right there.” Capa walked over to her to help her carry the bags into the house. He helped her put the groceries away in the kitchen, and once everything had been taken in and put away, he pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her deeply, leaving her breathless. She kissed him back, returning his intensity as she held onto his shoulders. She wobbled a little, but Capa held onto her tight, not letting her fall. He gently broke the kiss, his arms still around her.

“Welcome home, sunshine,” Capa said, his eyes full of love. “I was getting nervous for a second there.”

A little dizzy from his kiss, she giggled before answering. “I’m sorry, sweetheart…traffic was backed up, but I made it.” She kissed him again as she hugged him. “How much time do we have until everything goes dark?”

Capa returned the kiss, gently running his hands up and down her back. “We have about half an hour or so before we can see anything happen.” He smiled at her as he played with her hair lovingly. “Might as well head outside so we don’t miss anything cool…what do you think, angel?”

She blushed as she leaned into his touch. “Sure, hun. Let’s go.” She took his hand as he led her outside to their backyard. He helped her sit down on the blanket he put out for them before sitting down next to her. Her eyes widened at the romantic scene he had created for the two of them, the telescope and the camera, as well as the bottle of wine and glasses, and the string lights he attached to the sides of their little planetarium.

He opened the bottle and poured the wine into a glass and handed it to her, before doing the same for himself. “Here you go, my love,” he said as he handed the glass to her.

She gently took the glass from him and smiled. “Thank you, sweetheart.” They tapped their glasses together before they each took a sip. “God, baby, this is really beautiful,” she said, her voice wavering slightly as she rested her head on his shoulder.

He kissed her forehead tenderly. “Not nearly as beautiful as you are,” he said as he smiled back, wrapping his arm around her. “I love you so much. Forever and always.” he said as he planted another small kiss on the top of her head.

“I love you too. So much. With my whole heart.” she replied, nuzzling up closer to him.

Capa leaned over to kiss her on the lips one more time. “Shouldn’t be too much longer…it’s getting kinda dark, and it’s quiet all of a sudden.” He moved slightly to look through the telescope lens. “We’re really close now, I think.” He pulled away and moved the lens towards her. “Here, look at this…it reminds me of all those eclipses you and I used to watch together on the ship, just smaller and farther away.”

She looked through the lens and smiled. “I’ll never get tired of looking at things like this,” she said as the sky started to dim. “It’s always so breathtaking to see.”

While she was distracted by looking at the interstellar image in the eyepiece of the telescope, he stood up and reached into his pocket to pull out an engagement ring with a sunstone gem encrusted in the center, and hid it inside his hand. The sky was getting darker still, and the Moon was almost completely covering the Sun.

“Y/F/N?” he asked as he stood in front of her.

She pulled away from the telescope, and Capa helped her to her feet with his free hand. “Yes, Robert?” she asked as the Moon moved closer to blocking the Sun. “What is it?” The sky turned pitch black except for the light coming from the Sun beginning to hide behind the Moon.

He swallowed as he chose his words carefully. “You mean the world to me, Y/F/N. You are my world. Being with you has made me the happiest man on Earth.” He slowly dropped down to one knee in front of her, causing her to gasp as he took her left hand in both of his. “I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life right here with you. Will you marry me?” he asked gently and lovingly as tears started to form in his eyes.

She trembled and started to cry tears of joy. “Oh my God…yes! Of course I’ll marry you!”

Tears started to fall down his cheeks as he slipped the ring onto her finger. He stood back up and took her into his arms and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, his tears mixing with hers. Overhead, the Sun appeared as a white circle in the sky, while the string lights glimmered behind them in the darkness caused by the eclipse.

“I love you, sunshine. More than anything else in the universe.” Capa said as he gently wiped away the tears from her face. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. As they held each other, the sky began to brighten back up. He pulled away from the hug to kiss her deeply again. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart. So much. More than words can ever say.” she replied, kissing away his tears. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”

Capa blushed. “And I can’t wait to be your husband.” He kissed her back, holding her tightly in silence for a bit before speaking again. “So how was that? Pretty awesome, huh?”

She giggled and blushed. “Everything was amazing! Absolutely beautiful! I’m the luckiest woman on the planet to have you.” She kissed his cheek as she held him close.

Capa smiled and blushed as well. “Good, I’m glad. And I’m the luckiest man on the planet to have you, too.” He kissed her back with a little bit more passion than before. “I was thinking…”

She kissed him back, matching his intensity. “Oh? Thinking about what?” she asked, looking into his beautiful cobalt blue eyes.

“I was thinking that maybe we can go to bed early tonight…you know, to celebrate,” he said with an air of seduction in his voice. “And we don’t have anything going on tomorrow…” He kissed her again, this time biting her bottom lip softly and tugging on it with his teeth before letting it go, eliciting a small moan from her.

She kissed him back, feeling a wet warmth pool between her thighs as he ran his hands up and down her body. She moaned breathlessly before speaking. “Yeah? And how should we do that?”

Capa smiled wickedly as he began to kiss her jawline and collarbone before leaving a lingering kiss where her neck meets her shoulder. “Well, I could start there…”

She moaned a little louder. “My God…you know what happens when you do that…” she breathed as he continued to tease her.

Capa laughed slyly. “Believe me, I’m well aware of what happens, and I’ll never get sick of it. What do you say we go upstairs…” he trailed off before kissing her neck again, his teeth lightly scraping against her collarbone. “I’ve spent enough time exploring the sky when I’d much rather spend all night exploring my future wife,” he murmured, his lips against hers. “And every night after that.”

She swooned at his words, feeling weak at the knees in his arms. “Anything you say, baby,” she whispered. “I’m all yours. Forever.”

“Forever with you sounds pretty fantastic to me,” he said, full of desire for her. Wasting no time at all, Capa took her by the hand and led her into the house. “I’ll be right back, babe. I’ll meet you in the bedroom in a minute,” he said, his voice dripping with lustful need. She didn’t need him to tell her twice as she started up the stairs, but not before he playfully swatted her on the ass on her way up, making her giggle. He practically ran out to bring everything they had left outside into the house as fast as he could, shutting the door behind him with a soft slam when he came back in. He threw the blanket on a chair, leaned the telescope against the wall, set the camera down next to it, and brought the bottle of wine and the two glasses upstairs with him. He entered their bedroom and put everything in his hands on the nightstand.

Capa saw his now-fiancée sitting on the edge of their bed, eagerly waiting for him. “Took you long enough,” she teased him as she bit her lip looking at him. “I was beginning to wonder if you’d ever come back.” Her voice was sultry as she shifted on their mattress.

Blushing, Capa rolled his eyes in mock annoyance as he smiled, and teased her right back. “I was gone maybe two seconds max…you want me that bad already, huh?” She nodded as he took her into his arms again, kissing her deeply as he pulled her closer. Kneeling on the mattress in front of him as he stood at the edge of the bed, she returned his kisses as she lifted his shirt up and over his head before tossing it to the floor. “Good, because I need to have you right now,” he said, his excitement becoming nearly painful. Capa then started to undo the buttons of her shirt, fumbling with them slightly before giving in. He ripped it clear off of her shoulders, sending buttons flying in all directions, causing her to gasp and giggle in delight. He dragged her ruined shirt off of her shoulders and threw it behind him as he pulled one of the straps of her bra down to kiss her collarbone.

“You asked for it, love…I told you, you know what happens when you kiss me and bite me like that.” She kissed him again as she started to unbuckle his belt. “I think you know by now I can’t behave when you torture me.” She shot him a sexy wink before kissing him again. His breath caught in his throat as she tore his belt from around his hips and threw it to the floor to join his shirt.

“Torture, huh? Are you sure? Because something tells me you enjoy it. Quite a lot.” His voice had a sensual danger about it, and it thrilled her. He held her chin with his forefinger and thumb before dropping his voice to a velvety whisper. “And yes, I know exactly what happens. I want to see how much you can take. I also happen to know each and every thing that drives you wild.” He unhooked her bra with his free hand and took it off of her so slowly that she trembled. “See? Just like that.”

Thank you for reading! I hope you guys liked it, and if you did, I'd be happy to hear your thoughts and my requests are open! <3

#robert capa x reader #fic rec #Capa Month

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syrawberry · 2 years ago

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Every Love Song Masterlist (ongoing)

ุุุุุุุุุุุุ» Being close friends with a full-time song producer had its perks. Having the bestfriend privileges that allowed her to get sneak peeks of his unreleased songs. Not knowing that some of them are dedicated to her. If she covers her stuff up with Liam Payne memes and other random memes, well he covers his stuff up with his songs. The signs were there but both chose to temporarily not pay attention to it in fear of not getting what they truly desire. But in the end, of course, they will get what they deserve.

pairing: non-idol/producer!woozi x college student!female reader

genre: bestfriends to lovers, smau, college au, slice of life au, fluff, bit of humor, lots of liam payne memes, romance but with numb characters lol, etc.

warnings: swearing.

started: 07/30/22

ended: i forgot 😭

updates: whenever i can or whenever inspiration sparks.

a/n: this is my first time writing a smau so it probably won't be that good yet idk what I'm doing lmao.

°Playlist for Every Love Song°

profiles #1

profiles #2

profiles #3 (dump accounts)

part 1 - application for new friends

part 2 - i would if i could

part 3 - cutie woozi

part 4 - new track

part 5 - hE IS IN MY APARTMENT

part 6 - changed my wallpaper

part 7 - my messenger just crashed

part 8 - damn right i do 🤘

part 9 - cardio french kiss

part 10 - Prince Charming

part 11 - quotes

part 12 - Ready to Love

part 13 - y/nhoon is sailing lmao (final)

taglist @yunnamiksi @1122ljh @jxnem @thinkinboutwonu @enhacolor

#seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #seventeen fic #svt fic #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #seventeen smau #svt social media au #seventeen social media au #woozi x reader #woozismau #lee jihoon x reader #woozi fluff #smau #seventeen x reader #svt x reader

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orchid3a · 3 years ago

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canary

sypnosis: Hajime can’t let his beloved canary go away

pairing: yandere!millionare!kokonoi hajime x fem!singer!reader (bonten au!)

cw: yandere, toxic relationship, dubious consent, mentions of sex, suggestive themes, pregnancy, mentions of abandonment, implied Stockholm Syndrome, implied manipulation, swearing, pet names (canary and princess), puking (one time)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

wc: 2843 words

note: another fic based on my “random aus”, i’m kinda of proud of this one.

i suggest you to listen to the song “Purgatory and the Canary girl” by Len Kagamine, since it was my main inspiration for this au!

comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

english isn’t my native language

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Kokonoi Hajime had always desired only two things in his entire life, money and power, and now that he was part of the notorious Bonten, he had them.

Unlike his colleagues, namely Sanzu, Ran and Rindou, he didn’t spare a single glance to the women that approached him when he was in his club or anywhere else.

That didn’t mean he didn’t have an active sexual life, on the contrary he had enough adventures.

However, none of his partners had sparked interest in him, they only wanted him because he was a Bonten member and for his money, so to avoid any kind of problems he cut every connection he had with them.

Hajime didn’t need love or any crap like that, he only needed to make more money and nothing else.

Or so he thought.

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Hajime was getting bored, and it was only Sanzu Haruchiyo’s fault, he decided to bring them to such a shabby and quite dirty club, not so far from the chaos of the city.

When everyone questioned why he brought them there, the pink haired man said “It’s a surprise and you will enjoy it, especially you Koko”, concluded Sanzu smirking.

What kind of surprise would be in that disgusting club? Maybe Sanzu was really losing his mind to those damned drugs and pills.

In the club there weren’t many people apart from Bonten; their table was in front of a little and quite old stage where at the centre there was a microphone, from the aspect it was from the 50’s, maybe there would be a shabby show.

“Sanzu, where is this kind of “surprise” you were talking about earlier?” said a quite bored Haitani Rindou.

“Jelly shut the fuck up and wait.” respondend Haruchiyo and before Rindou could say something, the pink-haired man shouted to the bartender after showing him his gun “Where the fuck is she, my friends can’t wait any longer”

The man terrorised went immediately on the backstage.

“She?” asked a confused Kakucho.

Sanzu only grinned and focused his attention on the stage, where there was a young woman with (h/c) hair and bright (e/c) eyes.

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Hajime was ready to leave since he didn’t have time to waste on such bullshit, but before he could reach the door, the young woman started to sing.

He froze after hearing such an angelic voice, you sounded more like a goddess than a mere human.

Your voice was so alluring and soft and Hajime was captured by it like a moth to a flame.

Hajime focused his attention on you, your (e/c) were closed and you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on.

He couldn’t help but notice how poor and low quality was your make-up, how the dress you wore was too little for you or how the perfume you wore was too cheap, he thought you didn’t deserve such things, an angel like you deserved only the best.

After finishing your song, you shyly smiled and said with a small voice “If I can just sing, that’s all I need” then you went behind the little stage.

The white-haired man couldn’t explain what he was feeling, but he was sure that people like you needed to shine like diamonds and that place wasn’t suited for an angel like you.

He felt Sanzu’s smug smile on his back, but he didn’t glance at him, he went straight to the bartender.

Your father, the bartender, was already terrified thanks to Sanzu’s earlier stunt and he wasn’t ready to deal with another criminal, but before he could even open his mouth, Hajime had already shoved him his black card and said, “How much for the girl”.

The old man didn’t even think a second and said the price, sealing your fate to a criminal you didn’t even know.

While Bonten was shocked, no one was expecting that Kokonoi Hajime could do something like that and for a girl he had only seen once, Sanzu was laughing aloud like a mad man because he knew that even the so cold-and-mean Hajime couldn’t resist you.

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You were trying to fight back your tears when your father brought you behind the club and shoved you in the arms of a white-haired man.

“(y/n) this is your new owner, Mr.Kokonoi, be a good girl and don’t create problems” said your father smiling.

You were disgusted that your father sold you for money, how could he sell his own flesh and blood to a stranger? Maybe he didn’t love you enough and he only cared about money.

You didn’t glance at Mr. Kokonoi, you were so afraid and the only thing you wanted was to disappear.

Then you felt something soft, maybe a coat, being placed on your shoulder, and heard a masculine voice saying, “Now leave before I decide to put a hole between your eyes”.

Your father murmured some excuses and left you alone with your owner.

A pale hand lifted your chin and your (e/c) eyes met black ones, sure Mr. Kokonoi was handsome, but you couldn’t forget that now he owned you.

“We’re going home (y/n), let’s go” he finished and guided you towards his car.

Before entering, you gave a last glance at what you called “home” and prepared yourself for what would happen from now on.

♥ ♥ ♥

It has been a few months since you left your old lifestyle, but your new life wasn’t that bad after all, Mr. Kokonoi, or Hajime, as he wanted you to call him, treated you as royalty and you didn’t have to lift even a finger.

Shining jewels, beautiful dresses, expensive bags, anything that you wanted Mr. Kokonoi bought it, you just needed to tell him.

The only thing he wanted, in exchange, was that you had to sing for him and him only, he said that nobody had the right to hear your angelic voice.

You weren’t of the same opinion, you sang because you loved seeing people being speechless whenever they heard your voice, you loved how their eyes shined when you sang, and you missed being on the stage.

Maybe if you asked him nicely, he would let you go one last time, it would not be that difficult? Right?

♥ ♥ ♥

That night Mr. Kokonoi seemed to be in a good mood, so you gathered all the courage in your body and repeated in your mind your little speech that you prepared when he was away.

You were in front of his office, a small sigh left your lips then you gently knocked on the door.

Few seconds later and the door was open, revealing Mr. Kokonoi, who let you into his office.

Before you sat on the sofà near him, he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you in his lap with an arm securing your waist.

You were embarrassed hearing Mr. Kokonoi chuckling at your reaction, before patting your head.

“Mr. Kokonoi, can I ask you something.” you shyly said looking at your hands on your lap.

“Princess, what I said before? You have to call me Hajime.” he remarked, slightly annoyed.

“S-Sorry Hajime-san” you muttered as he smiled softly, he liked when his name left your lips.

“Much better princess, so what do you want? Any new dresses? You want more jewels? Or you want to go somewhere, like Paris or New York.” he questioned, your request sparked curiosity in him, since you didn’t usually ask for anything.

You turned your attention to him and vocalized that little greedy desire of yours “Can I go for one last time to my dad’s old bar? I really miss singing there”.

♥ ♥ ♥

Hajime didn’t like your request at all, no one would ever again listen to your voice, he brought you for a reason.

He objected “No princess, you can’t go there. It’s best that you stay here with me, it’s safer for you”.

He watched as you fought back your tears before meekly nodding your head.

“Princess, do you love me, right?” he asked, the fact that you wanted to go outside made him anxious, what if you wanted to leave him? No, he couldn't afford that, he needed you to be there with him.

“Y-Yes, of course I love you, Hajime-san.” you replied a little bit shocked by his strange question.

“It’s late princess, let’s go to bed.” he said after he glanced at the clock on the wall.

Hajime needed to think of a way to make sure you never bring up the discourse about singing for other people.

♥ ♥ ♥

It has been a few days since you have asked Mr. Kokonoi to go to the bar and everything was back to normal, however you weren’t happy, and you really missed singing for other people.

A sigh left your lips as you got up from your queen size bed, a gift from Mr. Kokonoi, and moved towards the enormous window, looking at the black sky of the night, admiring its shining stars.

Then you felt two arms sneaking on your waist and a chest against your back, the presence behind you, that from the expensive perfume you identified as Mr. Kokonoi, asked “(y/n), my beloved canary, why are you so sad? What do you want? You know that money isn’t a problem. So please, tell me what your heart desires and I will bring it to you. I don’t like your sorrowful face, I prefer when you smile, my beloved canary”.

“Hajime-san I don’t want anything, I just miss my old home, that’s all” you responded and turned around to face him.

After your response, his expression became angrier, and you never felt more afraid than before.

♥ ♥ ♥

Hajime couldn’t understand why you were so attached to that old and dirty bar, you were treated as a slave, your beauty was hidden by rags and poor make-up and your father didn’t love you like he did.

“Princess this will be the last time we will ever talk about this, okay?” he replied with a cold tone, you nodded furiously trying to hold back your tears.

“I will not let you go to that stupid old bar ever again; I will do everything in my power to make sure you don’t even leave this fucking house. I made myself clear. Your only purpose is to stay here with me, let me spoil you and sing only for me. Got it princess?” he spatted before kissing your forehead.

“Yes Hajime-san” you only said while crying.

Hajime didn’t reply and only kissed you, trapping you in his arms, oh god how he loved your lips, they were so soft and beautiful.

You tried to break free, but he was much stronger than you, so you stopped afraid that he would hit you, and instead tried to clumsy kiss him back.

Hajime was delighted by your sudden change and deepened your kiss.

♥ ♥ ♥

Hajime was intoxicated by you and your scent, he couldn’t be satisfied with only a kiss, he needed more, more, more.

You were a drug and Hajime was going to be addicted, but honestly, he didn’t care, he just wanted you.

He stopped kissing you and gently grabbed your hand, guiding you towards your bed.

He gently pushed you and he positioned on top of you, trapping your head with his hands and your waist with his knees.

He started kissing your neck, biting here and there, creating red dots all over your collarbone, painting it like it was a blank canvas.

His ears were blessed as he heard your soft moans and mewls, showing him how you were enjoying it.

“Princess, don't be shy and let me hear how good I can make you” he whispered in your ear, grinning.

You moaned loudly as he bit your neck in a certain spot, Hajime continued to kiss it as your moans were growing louder.

Hajime stopped to look at your state, you were panting and hickies were all over your chest and neck, eyes lucid, lips bruised for how hard he kissed you and he was proud of his work.

Hajime was feeling his pants getting too tight and the only thing he wanted was fucking your little wet pussy.

♥ ♥ ♥

Then his gaze went to your stomach, and something clicked, if he wanted to keep you to himself, he needed to give you a baby.

Knocking you up would mean that you wouldn’t go out since your body would be too tired because of the pregnancy and that you would depend exclusively on him.

Everything would be perfect, you would be the doting mother, he would be the caring husband and your future child would be a precious jewel like their mommy.

“Princess, I hope you’re not tired, since we’ll have a very long night” he exclaimed as he began to take off your clothes and his.

You were so lost in the pleasure that Hajime was giving you that you didn’t notice his dark smirk, and meekly nodded at his words.

That night Kokonoi Hajime made you finally his.

♥ ♥ ♥

After that night, you and Hajime had sex several other times, each time leaving you too exhausted to even leave the bed.

You weren’t sure if you really loved Hajime, but he made you feel special, he knew what you liked and disliked, he always made you comfortable and he treated you like you were a real princess.

Maybe you didn’t really miss your dad or your old home, you only wanted attention and love, things that only Hajime could provide you.

You didn’t need anything else, you only needed Hajime and his love.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you rushed to the bathroom and started puking.

Then you realized that you two always did sex without any kind of protection, you didn’t take any kind of birth control and you didn’t even see Hajime putting a condom before having sex.

What if...you were pregnant? What if Hajime didn’t like children? What if he wanted to leave you after this?

At the mere thought of being left alone again, you cried hard, you didn’t want to be left again.

You were so focused on your thoughts that you didn’t hear Hajime entering the bathroom.

♥ ♥ ♥

After a long day stuck in his office Hajime wanted only to go home and be pampered by his beloved canary.

When he arrived at his penthouse, the only welcome he received was silence, you weren’t in the living room or in the kitchen.

He started panicking, what if you left him and went out alone in the streets, you were too naive and pure for this corrupted world.

What if someone took advantage of you? No, no, no.

He went to your bedroom, maybe you were sleeping, he tried to convince himself that you didn’t leave him.

When Hajime arrived near the bathroom, that was near your bedroom, he heard someone crying and without thinking he opened the door.

You were crying in a corner of the bathroom, your face hidden by your hands, he was glad that you were in the house, safe and sound. His only preoccupation was to know why you were crying.

♥ ♥ ♥

“Princess, is everything okay? Why are you crying” asked Hajime cautiously, fearing that if he had raised his tone, you would have broken.

You looked at Hajime and threw yourself in his arms, crying loudly, not calming even when Hajime patted your head.

“H-H-Hajime, I’m so sorry, it was my fault” you cried.

“Please don’t leave me, I will do anything” you sobbed.

Hajime was confused, but before he needed to calm you down, he gently lifted you in his arms and went to his bedroom.

After he sat on his bed with you in his arms, still crying, he began to draw circles on your back hoping that you would stop.

You stopped after a few minutes and explained why you were crying.

“(y/n), my beloved canary, you don’t need to worry about anything. We together will solve this problem.” he said, then he kissed your head.

♥ ♥ ♥

You were pregnant and the test confirmed it, both you and Hajime would become parents.

You were excited about having your own family, you needed to think about the name, what necessities you needed and so many other things.

Hajime said that you would not be alone, that he would always be with you, and you were glad that you had a man like Hajime, so caring and loving.

You were no longer (l/n) (y/n), you were now Kokonoi (y/n) and your beautiful diamond ring on your ring finger was the proof.

Little by little, you began to forget that you wanted to sing on a stage surrounded by people, instead you only sang for Hajime and your little baby daughter (d/n) and no one else.

You were like a canary in a gold cage, but until you had your little family, you would close your eyes and ignore everything.

♥ ♥ ♥

What a shame that you didn’t notice that Hajime has planned everything and now his beloved canary would only sing for him and him only.

♥ ♥ ♥

#✒️ - aria writes #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #kokonoi hajime x reader #hajime kokonoi #tw yandere #tw toxic relationship #tw dubious consent #tw manipulation #tw stockholm syndrome #tw pregnancy #tw puke #🎀- vitium

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jekde04 · 3 years ago

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Unbreakable Vow

Summary: There had been many false alarms in the past, moments when she thought Gray would finally accept her feelings. She once again had her hopes up, even though she knew this was probably another one of those.

Word Count: 1,503 words

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Tag List: @shampooneko @fbflame94 @juviaafullbuster @unvalley @gruviaftw11 (Wanna be tagged, lemme know)

When she said those words, she hadn't really expected he would do it for her.

Of course, everyone in Magnolia knew of his habit of stripping his clothes at random—she in particular enjoyed it quite a lot—but he did it almost unconsciously, out of force of habit.

She never thought the day would come that her Gray-sama would actually undress willingly in front of her.

In her room. After she jokingly asked him to do so.

"Well?" Gray asked, his muscled chest, arms, and abs in full display as he carelessly tossed his coat and shirt on her bed.

For all her cheeky jokes and naughty teases, she was still a shy and conservative girl underneath it all. She couldn't help but get flustered as she eyed the deep V-shaped cuts of his lower abs that disappeared beneath his low-cut jeans.

"W-why is Gray-sama undressing in front of Ju-Juvia?"

Gray smirked, and Juvia instantly knew he was enjoying this. Oh, her Gray-sama could be so mean sometimes.

"You said you'd inspect my body for any wounds, right? I'm just doing what you asked me to," he answered casually with a shrug of his shoulders. "Are you going to do it or not?"

Well, he had a point. If Gray had an injury somewhere, it needed to be cleaned and patched up.

She had to do it for her Gray-sama, Juvia thought. This was no time to be embarrassed.

Keeping her composure, she sat on the empty space beside him on her bed. She felt a tingle run up her spine as their arms lightly brushed against each other.

"Let Juvia see, Gray-sama," she said as she carefully inspected his face first, her fingers treading on his forehead, cheeks, nose, chin. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she continued looking for any cut or bruise or scratch on his neck, shoulders, arms, chest, and abs.

As he said before, he was fine. There were some minor cut and scratch here and there, but they were far from being life-threatening. A little dab of alcohol (with Juvia blowing on it so it wouldn't sting) and a small band-aid were enough to patch him up.

"Juvia."

Gray's serious tone made Juvia look up from the tiny cut she was treating on his collarbone. His intense stare bored into her.

"I… I..."

Juvia waited for his next words, but he looked as if he was trapped in an internal struggle on what to say next. She knew that words weren't his strongest suit, so she decided to help him out.

"Did the mission go well?"

Gray sighed, relieved that Juvia opened up the conversation. "Yes. But it's not yet done. We still have to go back and finish it."

Juvia nodded. She was really hoping that it would all be done, and they could spend more time with each other. All the constant worrying also stressed her out. She knew that he promised to come back, but you never really know what might happen during dangerous missions like this one.

Speaking of coming back…

"Gray-sama, before you disappeared last time, you were about to say something." Juvia cleared her throat. "You said that when you come back…"

Gray's cheeks colored slightly, though his eyes wore a determined look. "I... I was just saying that when I come back…" He stared right at her, and she tried her best not to look away.

There had been many false alarms in the past, moments when she thought Gray would finally accept her feelings, but they didn't end the way she wanted them to. Despite that, she craved for such moments, and even though she knew in her mind that this was probably another one of those false alarms, she still had her hopes up. After all, even if Gray wasn't that great with words, he always made her feel special with his subtle actions.

The words would come eventually, she told herself. Be patient, Juvia.

But the more they stared silently at each other, the more that Juvia was convinced that perhaps, this was still not the right time. That maybe Gray still wasn't ready. Maybe she was pressuring him—

"When I come back, I'll be a man worthy of you." Gray finally said.

Juvia couldn't believe her ears. Was this some hyper-real fantasy she was conjuring in her head?

"I swear... that I will do my best to make you happy, for each and every day that you choose to stay by my side..."

Juvia wanted to slap herself to make sure everything was real, but instead, she remained frozen in place as Gray said the words she never thought she would hear from him.

"... if you would still have me, of course," he finished reluctantly, as if he was expecting her to shoot him down right there. When Juvia just stared at him and didn't say anything, he unclasped his silver cross necklace and reached forward to place it around her neck.

Juvia could feel his breath against her cheek as Gray leaned over. She felt herself getting flushed with their proximity as time seemed to stretch forever. Her heart was drumming in her ears, it was impossible he couldn't hear it.

In a daze, she palmed the cross now resting on her chest. It was cold in her warm hands, much like its owner.

Looking up, she found herself staring straight into Gray's onyx eyes, a light blush adorning his cheeks. Their faces were just a few inches apart, and she could easily close the distance if she just moved a little closer…

"Gray-sama."

His name escaped her lips like a whispered prayer only he could hear, making him reach out and cup one of her cheeks. They didn't realize how close they were to each other until they felt the tip of their noses touch, but neither pulled back. Juvia's eyes instinctively closed, her lashes brushing against his cheeks.

She felt his lips cover her own, at first soft and reluctant, as if asking for permission. Opening her lips slightly, Gray kissed her again, deeper this time, angling his head and nibbling at her lower lip.

Matching his intensity, her hands slid to his broad shoulders all the way to his back. She felt his other hand against the small of her back, pressing her closer to his body. They stopped momentarily when they felt the need for air, but the reprieve was short as he dove in, again and again, making up for all the moments he could have kissed her like this but didn't.

It was a dream, Juvia was sure. A dream she wished would never end.

But it did end eventually, though there was no doubt it was real. Her flushed cheeks, slightly swollen lips, and Gray's arms wrapped around her were enough evidence that it wasn't just a product of her wild imagination.

"Juvia," he whispered, her name on his lips sending an electric shock to her body. "Promise me you'll wait for me."

"Juvia promises," she answered without hesitation, looking straight into his eyes. She once again clasped the cross on her chest, knowing that even without his words, he would certainly come back home to her. And she would wait, no matter how long it would take.

He gave her his signature smirk, but it was matched with so much tenderness in his eyes that she knew it would always be the last thing she would remember every night before she fell asleep. She gave him a smile in return, the one she always reserved for him.

His hand covered the one clasping his necklace, tightening his hold. "I'll leave this to you so that you won't forget the promise I gave you."

"Juvia will never forget Gray-sama's words, with or without this," Juvia answered him. "But since Gray-sama gave Juvia a piece of him…"

Suddenly, Juvia had an idea. She stepped away from a confused Gray and went to her closet. When she came back, she was sporting a wide grin and holding something behind her back.

"Juvia would also like to give Gray-sama a Juvia doll so he'd always remember that Juvia's waiting for him!" she exclaimed, handing the plushie to Gray.

Any other time, Gray would have freaked out at Juvia's unconventional gifts. But he was used to these things by now, and frankly, he loved her for it.

Smiling, he took the Juvia doll in his arms, staring at the dark blue eyes sewn on its hat-covered head. It wasn't the real Juvia, but it would do for now.

"Thanks. I'll take care of my Juvia doll," he said, and Juvia beamed. "But for now—"

He placed the Juvia doll on the table and grabbed her hand, pulling her close to him. Juvia gasped as she found herself locked in his arms once again.

"Let me take care of you while I'm here, okay?"

"Okay."

No Fairy Tail mage saw them again, at least for the rest of that night.

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A/N: You know, I always get a spark of inspiration from canon materials and official arts. This one’s inspired by Mashima-sensei’s latest autograph session featuring these two artworks below. Next in my pipeline: the Gruvia Day 2021 official art. I already have the story in my head so hopefully I have enough time to finish it in the next two weeks!

#gruvia #gruvia fanfic #gruvia fanfiction #gray x juvia #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #fairy tail

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kingkatsuki · 3 years ago

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To piggyback on the Erin Clover situation, Erin herself was unfortunately a victim of gr**ming when she was young so why the actual fuck would she even engage in shit and expose sexual content to minors?? Like people really don’t think about the person they’re unnecessarily hating on until it’s too late, and my thing is, they’re so strong about “protecting” from grooming, SA, p*dophilia when it comes to a fictional character that they developed an unhealthy obsession over or actual victims themselves cuz they went out to attack one without hearing their story.. Erin did make NSFW artwork BUT she aged up the characters and had said art pieces on a separate platform where ONLY adults can access through (Patreon) and the only reason why minors saw that shit was because some hypocritical idiot leaked her work onto an “Erin Clover” expose account, contradicting the point their making and were the ones actually doing the crime that they’re “trying” to “cancel” Erin over..

I was even considering making my own OC account cuz I was inspired by Erin Clover, but after what @/lexiumber_ did, I’m not sure cuz that dumbass really sparked a whole new chain of toxic fans attacking OC based art accounts, fanfic writers, etc. That’s why I’ll never forgive her cuz this not only affected Erin, but so many people within the community..

And another thing that I don’t get is there’s an account on Insta named @/Hanta Hasuu that actually gr**med real life minors, and these immature idiots are completely mute and aren’t attacking him like they did to Erin since their only agenda is to “Free Bakugou” not real victims..

And I can guarantee you that actual victims of these traumatic experience actually are angry with these “moral knights” cuz this shit takes the severity away from their experiences and no one’s gonna take them seriously anymore due to the numerous amounts of false reports of p*dophilia. Like do these people not realize it is NOT ILLEGAL to make NSFW art of Bakugou, Izuku, Tanjirou, Soma, Mikey (especially if they’re aged up) cuz THEYRE NOT REAL!? Police officers won’t arrest anyone that does this cuz it’s not against the law.

Sorry for my long rant, this shit really bugs me.. I swear, we really never had this much of an issue until people like @/lexiumber_ joined the fucking fandom..

I wasn’t going to reply to this cause I already moved on, but it genuinely makes me sad that you don’t feel comfortable to make your own OC now because of what happened. I really do hope you might feel safe and comfortable enough to do so in the future because honestly the amount of love and comfort something like that can bring you is immeasurable.

And no one should feel like they have to explain their trauma on the internet to random fucking strangers.

#jo talks

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cloudytaemin · 3 years ago

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Bad Habits

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Genre: Exes to Lovers

Warnings: None

WC: 530

Summary: Jaehyun goes out again to feed his habits. The stranger he converses with makes his problems feel less prominent for now, but his mystery acquaintance leads to reigniting feelings.

A/N: I'm super obsessed with this song, Bad Habits (by Ed Sheeran) lately, it inspired me to write something new... I hope you enjoy.

My bad habits lead to late nights ending alone Conversations with a stranger I barely know...

Jaehyun sits down next to yet another stranger at the bar and sparks up a conversation. “So, what has you here?” The stranger looks tired and emotionally worn, like they’re just here to get drunk and find someone to take home.

“Breakup.” Predictable, he thinks. “I’m stuck in a circle of bad habits, I can’t stop. I’m only here for a little bit of paradise just before everything implodes again.” Their voice is dry and exhausted, uninterested even. “Why are you here?”

Swearing this will be the last, but it probably won't... I was looking for a way out, now I can't escape...

Because I’m stuck in the same cycle. He reminisces over your face for a while, thinking about the time you shared. But that’d be too honest, wouldn’t it. “Just out for a drink. Might end up having too many, but what can I do?” Jaehyun says, stirring his White Russian with his finger.

“Relationships are a waste of time.” The stranger grunts, and he hears the glass hit the bar countertop loudly. “They just lead to heartbreak.” y/n was perfect, Jaehyun thinks. I still don’t know if it was my fault.

“Are they? I don’t feel that way about mine.” He responds monotonically. “I don’t even know why mine left.” Was it something I did?

We took the long way 'round And burned till the fun ran out...

“I left mine, but I’m just as heartbroken as if I got broken up with.” The stranger sniffles, and Jaehyun just drills his eyes into the countertop harder.

Just like what happened to me, he remembers the day you walked out in tears, no explanation except for a quiet ‘we need to break up’. “Why?”

“I knew I wasn’t good enough for him. I didn’t want to keep him going with someone who was like me when he could do much better.” They stutter out, swirling the liquid in their glass.

“Hm.” Was that why y/n left me? “What’s your name? I’ve been talking to a random stranger, I haven’t even looked up at for almost an hour by now, and I’m not even close to drunk.” They say, a small laugh emitting from them.

What are the odds I go home with them tonight? Low? High? Probably fifty-fifty. “Jaehyun. Yours?”

It's true, it's true My bad habits lead to you...

“Did you just say your name is Jaehyun?” The stranger asks, looking at the side of his head. “Oh. You did say that.”

“Is something wr…” Jaehyun turns his head and looks at the stranger he had been sitting next to all night, telling his relationship problems to. “Oh. y/n.”

“Hi, Jae.” You say, your expression saddening.

“Hi, y/n,” he sighs, eyes beginning to go glassy. “Quite the coincidence, huh?"

“Now you know, I guess.” You say, swallowing your urge to cry. You assume it doesn’t work very well when Jaehyun makes his next comment.

“Don’t cry. It’s okay.” He slides over another seat to be next to you and rubs his hand up and down your back, still not able to meet your eyes again just yet. “I’m here.”

#jaehyun x reader #jaehyun fanfic #jaehyun scenarios #nct fanfic #nct x reader #nct scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios

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sooibian · 4 years ago

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Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Pairing: Kyungsoo x fem!Reader ft. big brother Junmyeon, arch enemy Sehun

Genre/Themes: Established Relationship AU, Fluff, Crack, Loosely inspired by the anime Horimiya

Warnings: Sexual themes, themes of sadism and masochism (nothing explicit), slight swearing.

Description: It’s Sehun’s wedding party. Kyungsoo knew these couple of hours with you were going to be anything but pleasant, however, he didn’t expect things to spiral so quickly.

A/N: Thank you @his-mochi-cheeks for encouraging me to upload this. Shy tagging my closeted dandanies @vampwrrr and @changshapatrol since this one sparked joy.

Word count: 2.7k

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To Kyungsoo, the best thing about weddings was the feast but since you sat sulkily sipping on green juice - whatever the fuck that monstrosity was made of - he couldn't muster the courage to gorge on bulgogi and galbi in front of you. Especially not since it was a "your side of the family" wedding and your big brother Junmyeon wouldn't quit looking at him as if he were a ticking time bomb.

He’d gone out with you for five years before finally asking you to marry him four years ago. As much as he tried, Kyungsoo failed to make peace with the fact that Junmyeon still hadn't warmed up to him. Kyungsoo firmly believed in cause and effect and he just couldn’t tell when and how he’d faltered to warrant such iciness from Junmyeon. Events like these made his thoughts tread deeper into the “where did I go wrong?” labyrinth with no escape in sight.

Kyungsoo’s stomach growled, the proximity to the buffet area wasn’t helping. He stupidly slapped a hand on it as if to stop the sound from reaching you but despite the loud music and raucous conversations, you noticed. So you offered him a sip of the disgusting green gloop which he politely declined.

Shrugging, you sing-songed mindlessly, "Oof the barbecue stall sure looks inviting."

He suspiciously studied the ever so slight movements in your features, every microexpression and chose the safest response of taking your hand in his, lacing your fingers together, and planting a soft kiss between your knuckles - conscious of the fact that he’d have to tolerate the hunger pangs for just a bit longer. He was dead sure you’d ask him to stop at a McDonald's on your two hour drive back home. None of these green gloop diets have lasted over twelve hours.

Resting his chin in his hand, Kyungsoo peered over his glasses and looked around the luxuriously and aesthetically decorated lawn. In front of the gazebo Oh Sehun and his bride slow-danced to a song he couldn’t recognise. Sehun's hand mischievously slipped down his bride's waist and she teasingly punched his chest in response. She giggled and swayed in his arms as Sehun looked into her eyes with all the love glimmering in his own. Thinking back to his own wedding day, Kyungsoo smiled to himself and planted yet another kiss on your hand. Features contorted by the nasty taste of the juice, to him you still looked just as radiant as you did on your wedding day. In the moment he wanted nothing more than to join the couples on the dance floor, wrap his arms around your waist, and sway to the rhythm of the romantic, soft beats.

So he turned to you and asked enthusiastically, “Lets dance?”

“Kyungsoo - ,” pinching the bridge of your nose, you only reacted with a scowl.

Your damp response instantly soured his expression. “Come on! Don’t be such a sourpuss!” He exclaimed, tugging at your arm.

Kyungsoo observed keenly as your gaze reluctantly turned to a euphoric Sehun. Through gritted teeth, you justified, “It’s my arch-nemesis’ wedding. What do you expect?”

Junmyeon was the Academic Director of Museum Studies at Seoul National University and Sehun was his favourite student, almost like a younger brother to him and as his biological sister, you somehow felt threatened by their relationship. Over the years, your insecurity had manifested in the way of an inexplicable resentment towards Sehun.

“Why did we even come, then?” Kyungsoo reasoned.

“To avoid having to listen to Junmyeon whinging and whining for an eternity,” you dead-panned.

“You mean the way I’ve been tolerating your whining ever since we received the wedding invite?” Kyungsoo grumbled.

Wagging your finger at him, you said, “That’s a low blow, Kyungsoo.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Kyungsoo pursed his lips and continued arguing with you, “Who even brings their own meal to a goddamn wedding?”

You rolled your eyes before listlessly scrolling through your phone. Kyungsoo understood exactly what you were upto. While you didn’t want anybody to fault you for skipping the wedding, you needed to make it known to everyone present that you were here merely out of courtesy.

On the other hand, Kyungsoo was quite fond of Sehun. The guy was fun and even-tempered and Kyungsoo truly admired people who were uncomplicated, people with whom he could freely speak his mind. It’s why he fell in love with you in the first place and stayed in love...despite all of your pettiness and quirks. Quirks that made Kyungsoo shake in his boots. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, pushed those thoughts out of his head and heaved a sigh of relief upon realizing that your eccentricity wouldn’t rear its ugly head at a family celebration.

He was jolted out of his reverie by Junmyeon who slammed a plate of dakgalbi in front of him. Kyungsoo immediately shoved his phone into an inside pocket of his blazer, inwardly reprimanding himself for behaving all the more suspiciously in front of your elder brother.

Squinting sceptically, Junmyeon remarked, “I didn’t see you at the buffet -”

“Ah - we’ve been meaning to -” Kyungsoo tried explaining the situation without having to put you in a spot. He thought, after an uncomfortably long pause, Junmyeon would drop the conversation, but he didn't. Kyungsoo gingerly ran his fingers over his brows to check if Junmyeon's intense glare had burned holes into his head. You on the other hand had your gaze fixed on your phone and didn’t break character even for a second - not even to help your husband out of an awkward conversation. So Kyungsoo picked up a pair of chopsticks to help himself to a piece of dakgalbi but Junmyeon slapped his hand away and snarled, “Ladies first.”

"O-of course," Kyungsoo stuttered, pushing the plate towards you.

"I don't wanna eat," you answered the two men, eyes now on a blank screen. Left with no choice, Kyungsoo slowly and sadly put his chopsticks down, his stomach making its annoyance known, while Junmyeon started to nag you for acting 'uppity as usual'.

Your show of indifference when Junmyeon animatedly whisper-scolded you, had started to make Kyungsoo anxious. The moment he tried to excuse himself to the bathroom, he felt your bare foot on his shoe and he froze into a still frame.

Kyungsoo shook his head at you and mouthed, 'Not now!' but you merely shot him a sweet smile in response.

"Are you even listening to me?" Junmyeon lambasted you.

"No and I haven't been listening for quite sometime now." Your reply sent a chill down Kyungsoo's spine. He was feeling a lot of things...all at once and with your toes boldly riding up his shin, he thought he'd burst at the seams. He made a mental note to have certain ground rules in place for situations like these - you weren’t much of a listener but this time he was sure to make himself heard.

"You won't be eating either?" Junmyeon asked Kyungsoo, shooting him yet another indignant glare. Kyungsoo smoothly moved his chair out of your reach but just as he extended his hand towards the plate, Junmyeon huffed angrily and walked away with it and Kyungsoo felt his heart sink to his stomach.

Tormenting Kyungsoo with a game of footsie for a while, you excused yourself to the ladies room. Ten minutes later, his phone chimed with a text from you.

'Can you come and get me? I think I'm lost.'

'No.' He replied. He was determined to not walk into your trap.

Kyungsoo clearly remembers the first time he was introduced to that side of your personality. Freshman year - it had been a few months since he'd asked you out. One evening, when things had gotten hot and heavy between the two of you, he had heard you say, 'Slap me, Soo.'

At first he thought he'd heard wrong so he ignored you but you said it again causing him to immediately pull away. Aghast, he asked, 'What did you say?'

'Slap me,' you blinked at him.

He intently studied your face - the most beautiful and the least punchable face he'd ever laid his eyes on. He wanted to do many things to you and all of them essentially involved making you feel loved and cherished and what you were asking of him was the exact opposite of how he felt about you.

Eyes wide and lips pursed, you stood for a reaction but he would give you none.

'Don't you love me?' You asked softly, batting your eyelashes at him. Little did you know, in that moment, he was too numb and too naked to make sense of the situation.

At first he faulted his own personality. Kyungsoo was known to have picked a few fights here and there, had multiple piercings, and visible tattoos. Over the years, he got rid of it all and started dressing preppy but nothing changed. You still continued to ask of him something he was unwilling to give. So after a few ups and downs in your relationship, Kyungsoo finally reconciled with the fact that you were something of a sadist masochist only when it came to him.

His phone buzzed with your reply: 'The gardens at this hotel are ginormous. There's no staff here, I don't know how to find stupid lanky boy's stupid wedding party. I'm waiting by the restroom area please come and get me? ❤️'

Kyungsoo knew that you were directionally challenged. He'd test you at random and you could never tell left from right. Also, the lawn did sprawl over a considerable area but something just didn't feel right. Chewing on a hangnail, Kyungsoo sat thinking of a fitting reply only to receive another text from you.

A tempting one.

'If you come and get me now, we'll get out of here directly. No need to go back to the party.'

'What about your brother?' Asked Kyungsoo.

His phone blinked with a 'Pfft 🤪'

Patiently, he reiterated, 'I asked, what about your brother?'

'I promise I'll deal…'

'....?'

'Nicely 😘'

'Ok ❤️'

Kyungsoo gaped at you while you twirled his tie between your fingers and pleaded with him in a sultry voice, "Just once? Please?"

He was well aware that you knew for a fact he couldn't refuse you. Nevertheless, this time he firmly held his ground, "Are you crazy? Your entire family, your brother is just a couple metre's distance from here!"

"Kyungsoo please?" You caged him between a grainy concrete wall and your torso. The only respite to Kyungsoo in that situation was the fact that the area was poorly lit and there was not a soul in sight.

He cupped your face in his hands, planted a chaste kiss on your forehead and crouched down to whisper against your lips, "I'm not - I'm not sla- I'm not doing any of that here. Let's go home." After a lot of struggle, he finally managed to free himself from your Senior Superintendent General of Police grasp with a smirk on his face that said all your police training got nothing on him.

"Let's go," he held your hand and took a long stride towards the exit but you stayed firmly rooted to your place.

"Drag me out of here, then," you commanded.

You didn't budge and Kyungsoo wouldn't have caved under any other circumstance but…. he was hungry. Really hungry - making his stiff spine melt like candle wax. So he steeled himself, looked into your eyes, dropped his tone to a gruff, husky tenor, grabbed your wrist a little too tightly and threatened you, "Move your ass, __. Don't make me tell you again."

Exasperated, he rolled his eyes at the way yours twinkled at his crass behaviour.

"Gimme more," you said breathily.

The only way to get out of here was to stay in character so Kyungsoo did exactly that. He roughly pushed you against a wall (as gently as he could if it makes sense) and growled, "What makes you think you can act all buddy buddy with me, you ditz!" but before he could go any further he heard a man's voice yell, "How dare you!?"

Startled like a deer caught in headlights - in this case the flashlight of Junmyeon's latest iPhone - Kyungsoo turned around to find the brawny man leaping at him in attack mode at full throttle. Kyungsoo ducked, anticipating a heavy physical impact but it didn't come. He opened his eyes to you tackling Junmyeon to the ground and scolding him, "How dare you encroach upon our privacy and attack my husband!" while twisting his arm at every emphasis.

Very rarely was Kyungsoo grateful about the fact that you were a cop and this was one such occasion. He quickly moved to get you off of Junmyeon's back while the man cried out in pain, defending himself, "Pri-privacy? This is a bloody public place!"

Panting, you eventually let go of Junmyeon, fixed your hair and earrings and straightened your satin silk very pale pink dress (one that was almost white under the wrong lighting but despite Kyungsoo's repeated requests, you ended up in white at a wedding). But as soon as Junmyeon regained composure, he lunged to attack Kyungsoo again, screaming, "I always knew that there was something off about you!"

"Yah yah yahhhh!" You held Junmyeon back like you would do a violent criminal as Kyungsoo ducked again out of fear.

"Enough!" You shrieked at Junmyeon.

Kyungsoo's big brown eyes were fixed on your brother's terrifying demeanour as he barked, "I can't believe you're scolding me after what I just witnessed! That man, that man was hurting you!"

"That man? Better watch your tone Oppa, he's my husband!"

"You can't be that blinded by love or...whatever this is! Does he have something on you? You can tell me! You know I know all the right people to get you out of this mess -"

"Hyungnim -" Kyungsoo attempted to defuse the extremely tense situation but stopped short as you held your hand up at him.

"For heaven's sake, I'm happy, healthy, and safe in my marriage. That's all you need to know. Now go back to your baby brother's celebration and leave us alone!" Hand on your hip, you squeezed your eyes shut and pinched the bridge of your nose.

"I'm not going anywhere until you explain what just happened," Junmyeon glowered at Kyungsoo.

The younger man didn't know how to clarify this without embarrassing you and in a state of blind panic all he could think of admitting to some sort of a dissociative identity disorder. But before he could lose any more brownie points with your brother, you came to his rescue albeit not doing much to help his already strained relationship with Junmyeon.

"Kyungsoo, you don't have to tell him anything. You, Sir, talk to me. No need to drag my husband into this mess!"

Junmyeon scoffed before breaking into a hysterical laughter, "You're unbelievable, little sister. Unbelievable!"

Kyungsoo closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath, and started, "Hyungnim, I- "

"You have the unmitigated gall to still be standing here!" Junmyeon snapped at Kyungsoo, causing the younger man to bury his face in his hands. When the brother sister duo fell silent, Kyungsoo looked up again to find Jumyeon taking furiously long strides towards the wedding party.

"I told you this was a bad idea," Kyungsoo said quietly, rubbing the corner of his eye, as you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his chest.

"I'll fix it, I promise. I'll speak to him when he's calmed down a little," you replied, softly patting your husband's back, "Do you want to stop at a McDonald's on our way back?

Kyungsoo chuckled, squeezing you in a tight hug and kissing the top of your head, "I hate you."

"I love you, too!" You chirped, and his features lit up with his beautiful heart-shaped smile.

"So? McDonald's?" You asked coyly.

He cradled your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. When you drew a staggered breath in response, he felt a wave of heat flushing through him. You giggled against his lips causing Kyungsoo to firmly pull your body to his. He scooped you up in his arms, kissing you with an increased fervour and rendering you breathless.

Gently pulling away, he answered in a husky, gruff voice, "Sure, dumb bitch. Took you long enough."

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