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Today I learned that having deep conversations with a new friend while walking home together in the middle of the night doesn't require alcohol. The magic of that moment is created when the right people meet in the right place at the right time, regardless of whether these people are drunk.
#I think (hope) I've just met a potential lifelong friend#idk man I've known him for less than a week now but we just click? if i was straight i would definitely have a crush#so now I'm platonic crushing on this guy i just met and i can't stop talking to him#not that i want to but still#I've never actually had a close male friend before and i feel like he might be becoming the first one#it's wild because I've always been terrible at making friends but for once someone i like also likes me#and he's so respectful and sweet#i didn't know men like this exist
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Afterglow | Nam-gyu / American!Reader
You're reading part five
Story Summary: Nam-gyu gets a new job and finds himself falling for the girl behind the deli counter.
Words: 2.3k
Tags/Warnings: Nam-gyu and Thanos have PTSD, canon divergence, Thanos lives, Nam-gyu doesn't know how to process negative emotions, angst, self harm, fluff, smut, dry humping, p n v, unprotected, creampie
A/N: Haiii what a whiplash of tags
It's been absolutely forever since I've written smut so I apologize if this isn't good LMAO
I just felt I might as well give you guys a little gift after last chapter
Anyway I'm not sure if this is going to be the last chapter. But I feel like it's a fitting end for these two. I might do some little tid bits in the future, I've got some ideas already, but you'll just have to bare with me.
I'm a little iffy about this chapter. I have no idea if it makes sense or if it's actually good, but I think that's only because I kind of struggled to write it and have been staring at it WAY TOO LONG.
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Lightning strikes rippled through the dark rainy skies above Nam-gyu’s apartment. Streaks of yellow light blooming before each thunderous boom echoed above. The awning above shielded Nam-gyu from the downpour that fell in thick drops, smacking against the ground in quick succession.
Nam-gyu’s chest felt hollow, emotions numb, but his head still had a storm raging inside. He felt terrible. You had been so excited to show him and Su-bong all that Halloween had to offer in America.
He would be lying if he said he didn't share your enthusiasm, but the events of this morning had ruined everything.
A particularly bad nightmare had woken Nam-gyu up. Sweat was covering his chest and the back of his neck. He blinked several times trying to register where he was, your horrified screams still echoing through his head.
He had wanted to call you, to receive the comfort your voice always brought him, but he didn’t want to worry you so early in the morning.
Throughout the day his thoughts ran wild, the nightmare playing over and over in more and more gruesome scenarios. Nam-gyu felt like he was being sucked back into that nightmarish place with each minute that passed.
Nam-gyu flicked the flimsy ashes of his cigarette onto the pavement below. He picked at the skin around his fingernails carelessly. His eyelids sagged a little, his lips downturned in a cold expression, irritation jabbing itself into his side.
He honestly felt embarrassed, a brief insecure thought of “Am I overreacting?” passing through his head. Nam-gyu was used to acting like this around Su-bong, having witnessed each other at their very worst many times. But to have you see this part of him? It made him want to crawl out of his skin.
You shouldn’t have to be with someone so broken.
Nam-gyu didn’t want to admit it to himself, but his friend was right.
He couldn’t keep tearing himself apart like this. And he knew once he fell down that slippery slope, he would drag you down right alongside him.
He would become the worst version of himself all over again. The self centered, arrogant, careless asshole he always became when he was high.
The cherry of his cigarette was so bright against the blackened night sky, the white paper burning back, peeling into a burnt black before turning grey as he took another slow drag.
Just one more score… One more hit… Just one more bump… One last time…
The cigarette sizzled against Nam-gyu’s wrist, he sucked in a loud hiss through his teeth. The burning pain bloomed through his skin as he let the remains of the orange filter fall to the ground pathetically, an angry red burn staring back at him.
~~~
The next few days dragged on at an agonizing pace. You hadn’t seen Nam-gyu or Su-bong since that night, and it left a pit of hopelessness in your stomach. You constantly had to remind yourself to put your phone away, rereading the text Su-bong had sent you over and over again.
“Just give us a few days and I promise you’ll get some answers.”
Each passing second you waited for that chime to come. Glancing back to the black screen of your phone more often than you would like to admit. That nausea stirred by anxiety bit at the back of your throat for hours on end during the second day, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.
In a way you were terrified that this would somehow result in the end of your relationship, overthinking every possible outcome that could happen once Su-bong finally does text you.
You knew deep down that you were being ridiculous. But in the past your relationships have ended over much more trivial things. Stupid things that could have been talked about, solved with a simple conversation.
No, this couldn’t be what ended things with Nam-gyu. You couldn’t let someone like him slip through your fingers like that. No matter how broken or bruised he thought he was.
But as you sat on his couch listening to Su-bong recount the events they experienced while in South Korea, you finally started to understand.
The blood and carnage they witnessed, it would have been unbelievable if Su-bong didn’t show you the articles to back up everything he said.
“BREAKING: Underground deathmatch operation in South Korea finally comes to a halt, forty two people rescued, number of arrests unknown at this time.”
You looked over at Nam-gyu who was at the other end of the couch, legs tucked into his chest as he smoked a blunt lazily, looking everywhere but at you. He hasn’t said a word since you sat down, his fingers dragging across his bottom lip softly as he listened to his friend talk.
A tense silence hung in the air after Su-bong finished. His eyes lingered on Nam-gyu before looking at you.
How does someone even respond to something like this? Where do you even begin? You have never watched someone die, let alone be murdered. In all honesty you thought that Nam-gyu might have just relapsed, and that he was too scared to tell you.
You could have never guessed it was something as horrifying as this.
Nam-gyu cleared his throat, “Please don’t feel like you need to pity me. The stuff we went through was… It was bad but-" He was quiet for a second, stuck on his own words, "Fuck I don’t even know how to talk about this shit, nevermind.” He laughed bitterly, going back to smoking.
Being stuck in an environment like that can fundamentally change a person for life. Preyed upon at their lowest points, broken down into the worst versions of yourself. Hundreds of people ripping each other apart lest they fall first, having to fight your way out with no guarantee that you would live to see the sunlight again.
You couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must have been like for them.
“All we’re asking is for you to be a little patient with us.” Su-bong said finally, picking awkwardly at the strings on his pants.
You realize that they both must have felt extremely vulnerable right now. One of their darkest secrets finally out in the open, revealing the throbbing gash that was their minds.
“Of course.”
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Nam-gyu’s room was freezing. A fan humming loudly in the corner of his room, the notch turned to the highest setting. The curtain over his window fluttered, the streetlights from outside briefly lighting his sparsely decorated walls, illuminating your soft gaze. Nam-gyu could almost trick himself into thinking stars were in your eyes, sparkling as they stared into his soul.
Your fingertips kissed the skin of his cheek, your lips a sweet caress against his as you whispered softly to him. Words that soaked into his skin like sunlight on a summer’s day, he could almost hear birds chirp in the back of his mind as his eyes slipped closed.
That storm raging inside of him slowly turned into a soft drizzle, and for a brief moment Nam-gyu almost felt like a rainbow could bloom from behind the grey clouds of his mind.
You made everything feel right.
Every thorny fear stabbed into Nam-gyu’s quickly beating heart kissed away by each touch.
“I love you, Nam-gyu… More than I have ever loved anyone.” You whispered against his cheek.
His blunt fingernails scratched oh so softly at the skin under your shirt, drawing meaningless patterns as you continued showering him in your adoration.
Nam-gyu swore that his heart was going to beat out of his chest, the only thing that plagued his mind now was you.
“I’m really sorry…” Nam-gyu finally spoke up, his voice weaker than he had expected it to be.
You looked at him curiously, fingers combing through his hair gently. Goosebumps rose up on Nam-gyu’s arms as he tried to think about what he wanted to say next.
“I know that you were really scared a few days ago… And I just feel bad, I should have told you about all of this sooner, but…” He took a deep, shaky breath, “I was terrified that you would see me differently. Like I'm some broken… thing that needed fixing.”
A kiss was pressed softly to Nam-gyu’s forehead, then to his cheek, there was a long beat of silence. Nam-gyu could tell you were carefully figuring out how to word your response.
“Don’t apologize for not telling me. I’m just thankful that you felt safe enough to let me in like this.”
~~~
Over the next month things started to settle back down. Nam-gyu still struggled, as any normal person would in his circumstance. But eventually your usual routines were slowly restored, and things felt like they were back to normal again.
Nam-gyu was smiling a lot more, his usual playful attitude finally shining back through. It seemed as though a weight was finally being lifted from his tense shoulders, allowing him to relax back into his life.
And as a way to provide a helpful distraction from their troubles, you got them into one of your favorite shows that you watched as a teenager.
It was an American show that neither man had heard of before, they were interested enough to start watching it, and now they were hooked. You wished so desperately you could watch for the first time all over again. Wishing you could share their shocked reactions when their wide eyes would meet yours.
“Oh my god- get this bitch out of my face.” Nam-gyu groaned, a particularly annoying character walking on screen.
“He’s really not that bad.” Su-bong commented, crunching loudly on a piece of popcorn, “At least he killed that one guy.”
Nam-gyu glances up at you from where his head was laying on your thigh, as if to say “Can you believe this guy?” before rolling his eyes and saying,
“Yeah that was the most useful thing he’s done this entire season.”
A small laugh leaves you, your fingers softly playing with his hair. Your fingertips softly brushed against the shell of his ear, making him shiver a little. There was a certain heat to your touch, grabbing his attention as you trailed closer to the base of his neck and around to trace the side of his adams apple.
You watched him carefully. Watched as his hand slowly came up to your thigh, gripping just above your knee, his body was more tense than before. But his eyes didn’t leave the screen for a second, not even as your fingertips dipped below the collar of his shirt and your fingernails scratched against the skin just below his collarbone.
~~~
His lips whispered across your skin, fingers gripping harshly on your hips as he brought you closer. You could feel how hard he was against your clothed center. You could feel the heat of his cock pressing into you as you grind down against him, small moans slipping from his mouth between breathless kisses.
Your neck was wet with his spit, bite marks already blooming into delicious bruises. One of your hands weaved through his hair, deepening your desperation as his tongue made its way past your parted lips.
He guides your hips with precision, the press of him making your desire heighten with each salacious movement. You felt like a woman starved, every fibre of your being craving him. With every sound that left his lips, every time your name dripped from his tongue.
“Fuck, honey.” He whispered against your lips, he braced a hand on your back as he flipped the both of you over, his hips working against yours harder than before, “Fuck…”
Nam-gyu separated himself from you for just a second, pushing his boxers down just enough. You were quick to remove your own underwear, throwing it to the floor. Your legs quickly found their way back to his waist, your hands pulling him back down for another kiss.
You couldn’t keep your hands off of him. Your lips pressed soft kisses to his jaw when he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, pushing himself inside of you so slowly. The stretch of his cock made your lips part with a gasp, your nails bit into his shoulder as he started grinding into you, the tip kissing your cervix.
“Shit, baby, always so fucking tight.” His words sent jolts through your whole body, “So good...” He whispered into your ear.
His first thrust almost pushed the air from your lungs, a steady pace being set as his hands explored your chest. He squeezed your breast before he brought his hand to brush his thumb against your throat.
Sweet moans poured from his mouth as he pressed messy kisses to the side of your throat. His hips slapped yours loudly, his cock ramming so deep inside you that it leaves you breathless. You felt like you were vibrating with pleasure.
“‘S fucking good- shit.” His hand trailed down between your sweaty bodies, his middle finger finding your clit. Sparks traveled through your body to the tips of your toes, his fingers massaged against your bundle of nerves softly.
“Please…” You whine out pathetically.
“You gonna cum baby?” You could see the smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
His hips were slamming into you harder now, fucking into you like it would be the last time. He was savoring every single drag of his cock inside your velvet walls, squeezing against him so tightly, pulling him back in.
“Nam-gyu, oh fuck!” Your thighs shook against him as your orgasm crashed into you, your fingers clawing against his shoulders.
“Shit.” He gasped, his hips grinding into yours and you could feel him twitch as he finally came, hot spurts coating your insides.
Nam-gyu’s eyes met yours. They were soft, swimming with unspoken emotions, a small smile tugged at his lips. His fingers brushed away the sweaty strands of hair from your cheek, fingertips grazing your jaw as he brought you into a crushing kiss. A kiss that said,
I love you… I love you… I love you…
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Seven Minutes in Hell
Uni Student!Eddie x Asexual!Reader
A/N: One day left of the Ace Week and I finally finished this (kinda sorta, in the way that I can't and I won't keep adding to it, or editing it or rewriting it). I'm completely burned out, my back hurts and I lowkey hate how this turned out- there's so much dialogue and I read it so many times I just think it's bad now. However, since I put so much effort into it, and since I want Eddie to be with an ace reader, I'm posting it anyway. Please be nice, because I've been in a crisis for over a week and I will cry if you're mean. Also, this is terribly long compared with my usual works. Idk.
NOTE: The Reader is asexual. No, there is no use of the word "asexual" here, because it's not needed for a character to be ace. No, the Reader doesn't explain/teach to others what it means to be ace- they just voice their boundaries. Asexual is someone who feels little to no sexual attraction (and you can use it either as an umbrella term or a micro label- please investigate more if you feel like it! It's a very interesting topic and you can learn a lot!). Being asexual doesn't equal to being aromantic: an asexual can still feel romantic attraction. Also, asexuality looks different for everybody- some aces may be okay with kissing but not sex, for example. This Reader isn't okay with either. I hope you enjoy the fic! Happy Ace Week!!
Okay, this was a very bad idea and you should have realized sooner.
In your defense, life this far from your hometown is… different. Lonely. In Hawkins, everyone knew everyone. You had a safety net all the time. Maybe you weren’t friends with everybody- but you were friendly with most, at least.
Here, on the other hand, you are alone. Big city, small-town girl… a sad combination. You’re barely learning how to survive. None of the skills you had acquired at home are useful here. For God’s sake, you can’t even bike to the store- you have to take the subway.
One good thing about the city, though, is the variety. When you first came here, the thing that seemed the most exiting was how open people were about themselves.
They’re just not that friendly, though. No in a deeper level, at least. They are, however, very active. Lots of parties, concerts, bars and nights out. The girls in your dorm are unable to sleep during the night, apparently.
And if you want to fit in with them, you have to at least attend a party once in a while.
That’s what brought you here. You start to question if it’s worth it, though, when Lindsay- redhead, loud, flirty Lindsay- grabs you by the waist and starts dragging you across the room. She’s nice, but she’s… different. She goes out with a different boy every Friday, and brings another one to her dorm room every Saturday. It’s really not your business, and it seems to make her happy, so you simply steer away from her business.
It's not that it bothers you. You just don’t get it. Well, not in practice. In theory, it makes sense. But when you picture yourself in her place… It’s uncomfortable. Weird. Foreign. You’re happy she’s happy this way- it’s just not for you.
She doesn’t feel the same way.
You see the circle of people too late, take too long to come up with an excuse; and before you can stop her, she’s announced you’re playing Seven Minutes in Heaven.
You’ve never taken part in things like this. Never wanted to. Now everyone is looking at you, and you’re just too uncomfortable to run away, even if what you want the most is to disappear. Lindsay goes over the rules. You look around for a way out. Maybe a fire alarm will be waiting for you.
That’s when you see him. A curious pair of puppy eyes, a wild mane of hair and an unmistakable rockstar vibe.
Eddie Munson.
This has to be a nightmare. You remember him from Hawkins High- how could you not? He was always so loud an opinionated, so funny and charming, so… So different from everyone else. It was hard not to notice him in the hallways, but that wasn’t the reason you were always looking for him. See, he had- still has, now that you’re face to face again- something that draws you to him. Something in his smile, in the way he moves his hands, so confident, so in display, like the world is a stage and he’s the main character.
And you’ve always felt like the audience, an external observer, the witness to other people’s stories.
Until now, that Eddie Munson is in the same city- the same party, the same room, the same group of people- as you, far away from the hellhole that is Hawkins. Until now, that he’s staring at you, just as surprised, but a little less terrified. Until now, that Eddie looks like he’s expecting something from you. You’re sure your clueless expression is what makes him smile shily and look down at the floor, where an empty beer bottle points straight at you.
Dread washes over you as people start to cheer. Eddie chuckles and stands up. Lindsay grabs you by the arm- who knew that a girl this petite could be so strong? – and drags you to an empty closet.
Only when the door slams behind you, muffling out the music and noise from the party, you realize what happened.
You’re alone, in the dark, with Eddie Munson.
Trapped in a tiny space for the next eternity (seven minutes). And he’s cute, taller than you remember, and he smells nice. And he’s probably expecting something from you. Something like a kiss. Or more.
And you, for the love of God, do not want a kiss. You want him to be pretty and funny and at a safe distance from you.
The silence is overwhelming, his breathing too close for your liking. That’s the only excuse you can find for what you blurt out next.
“I absolutely do not wanna kiss you!”
The silence turns heavier. You press your hands against your mouth, but it’s too late. Maybe it’s a good thing it’s dark in the tiny closet, because at least he can’t see your horrified face. You hear a scoff and what sound like his feet shuffling to the side.
“Of course you don’t. You’re way too out of my reach, yeah? Were you hoping to be paired up with one of those pretty boys?”
His voice is harsh.
You had seen him argue with Jason Carver before. You had seen him mad, frustrated and mocking. None of those times did he sound quite like this. Never had such an edge. If the lights were on, you worry you’d see a sparkle of hurt in his eyes.
Maybe that’s why you start to explain yourself, panic taking over.
“No! No, that’s… That’s not what I meant at all! I just do not wanna kiss!”
Eddie’s laugh is sarcastic and dark.
“Yeah, I figured that much. Well, guess what? I didn’t wanna kiss you either!”
He sounds angrier now. It’s easy to picture him with his arms crossed.
“Really?”
When the only reply is silence, you know you should have shut the hell up. Or at least you could have tried to not sound so relieved. You cringe.
“Wait, that’s not what I meant either. I-”
“Listen, I have no intention of kissing someone who doesn’t want to kiss me. So why don’t we just wait in silence until the time is up?”
You remember his frown when the jocks made fun of him at gym class. Eddie looked miserable half of the time at school. Now he’s left school, moved away from Hawkins, and you’re making him miserable all over again. Even if you really don’t mean to.
The guilt makes you start whispering.
“Anyone. Ever. I don’t want to kiss anyone. Not now. Certainly not any of them. It’s just that Lindsay forced me to play! I didn’t even want to be here in the first place. Trust me, Eddie, if I wanted to be locked in a tiny closet with any guy at this party it would be you, but I don’t! I just really, really don’t want a kiss- I don’t want anyone to touch me, actually… I’m sorry- I bet you wanted to have fun here and I ended up ruining your chance. Listen, I’ll just walk out of here and tell them I feel sick or something, and they’ll have to give you another chance-”
Before you get the chance to embarrass yourself further, Eddie interrupts you.
“Hey, hey, wait a second there.”
You can feel his eyes on you. That’s the only thing that stops you from yapping to death. You wait, but he takes too long to speak.
“I’m sorry if you thought-”
“I never wanted to make you uncomfortable!”
He cuts your apology short yet again.
“I just thought… I recognized you. From Hawkins. Class of ’89, right? I remember you. I just…”
Eddie clears his throat. You take a deep breath because he sounds softer now. He starts talking again and it’s like listening to a cartoon character- fast and disorganized. Cute.
“I just… I thought you were kinda pretty- back then! You were always smiling, and you used to carry around some of my favorite books. I- it’s not like I like you, I… It’s-it’s been a long time, and… I saw you in here. And you look just as beautiful, you know? I’m never lucky like this. Then the bottle landed on you- I thought I had a chance, after all the years of pini- It’s okay, though, I understand! I bet you have better things to worry about, huh? I bet you’re busy publishing novels or something, right? I remember your poem, the one you read on the talent show- I really liked it!”
Somewhere between pretty and beautiful, Eddie started leaning against the wall. His shoulder is warm against yours. You really don’t mean to, but a giggle escapes you.
“Oh, and now it’s me who can’t shut up. I really should have learned by now. I always end up getting in trouble like this. Do you think I could finish all the oxygen here if I keep talking? I could die of suffocation. That would save me the embarrassment of having to see your face when your friend opens the door. Would you do me a favor and forget any of this happened? I really don’t want you to remember how much of a loser I am...”
You’re laughing now. Eddie’s head thumps against the wall next to you and you decide to stop him.
“I’m sorry, but there’s no way. I don’t think I can forget how you think I’m pretty and beautiful…”
Eddie is groaning, and probably shaking his head too- his hair tickles the side of your arm.
“Also, if you died of suffocation now you wouldn’t know that I thought you were pretty too. Back then, I mean. Oh, and you were never a loser. I always thought you were very smart- with all the ways you found to get back at Carver and his clique. Also, it’d be a shame to deprive the world of your music! I remember you at the talent show too.”
His voice sounds muffled. Is he hiding his face in his hands?
“Stop making fun of me!”
It’s not an accusation. It’s whinier and more playful. It helps you relax a little.
“Are you kidding? I’d never make fun of you! I’ve actually always liked you, Eddie.”
You’d swear his breath just hitched.
“Are you serious?”
Lucky you, the darkness won’t let him see the way you’re blushing. You shrug, trying to look nonchalant even if he doesn’t see you.
“Well, yeah.”
He’s quiet for a moment.
“Listen, I think we started with the wrong foot here. Why don’t we… Would you like to… I don’t know, maybe sometime we could-”
A beam of blinding light and awfully loud music interrupts him.
Oh, God.
“Time’s up, lovebirds! Ooh, look at you! Girl, you’re red as a cherry! What were you guys up to, all cozy in here?”
Lindsay is smiling at you, and you want to disappear again. You don’t dare take a look at Eddie; you just push past her, out into the party. You just want to get away. You need to get out of this house; out of the city, maybe- run away from the stupidity.
Stupid Lindsay.
Stupid game.
Stupid kisses.
Stupid expectations.
Stupid yo-
Someone takes a hold of your wrist and brings your escape to an end. Shit.
“Hey, hold on! Wait up!”
You really don’t want to turn around. You really, really don’t want to see his round, starry eyes up this close. You really, really, really don’t want to know how far you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of Eddie. No, you want to pretend you never saw him here. No, the last time you saw Eddie Munson was graduation. He was happy, had that stupidly cute smile of his, and then you never heard anything from him-
“Hey, I’m sorry- oh, God, you said you didn’t want to be touched. I’m sorry!”
He lets go of your wrist as if it was hurting him. His voice is a little too loud now that you’re out of the house. But it’s still gentle and nervous. You take a deep breath and turn around. At least you can’t make this worse, can you?
“I didn’t mean it that way, Eddie.”
“You didn’t…? Oh! Oh, no, you didn’t! No, I see, I- I know. Okay!”
Eddie closes his eyes and scrunches his nose, his head falling backwards. It’s a cute face, even if he looks completely humiliated right now. Something that makes no sense to you.
“Listen, I… Would you like to hang out sometime?”
It’s a simple question. That doesn’t stop you from blinking three times before replying with another question.
“Are you asking me out on a date?”
Eddie’s eyes open like a cartoon character’s.
“Shit! You don’t do that either? I’m really sorry. Fuck, I’m an asshole, and I should leave you alone. I’m so sorry. I promise you’ll never see me again…!”
In his rush to give you space, he ends up tripping over his own feet and falling on his ass. You try to catch him by the arm, but he’s too heavy and you end up falling too.
It’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back.
A laugh makes its way out of your chest and it’s impossible to stop it.
“Oh, God…! Are you… okay, Eddie?”
He’s staring at you as if you were crazy. Fair, because you probably are.
“I didn’t mean to laugh,” but you’re still laughing, “I’m sorry. I guess we’re both sorry, huh?”
The giggles keep coming out.
“Yes… I’d like to hang out sometime.”
His head snaps to you.
“Really?”
You do your best to get the laugh under control.
“Really.”
“Okay, then.”
Now he’s taking your hand and lifting you to your feet. It’s a simple movement, fast and soft; but not faster than your ability to blush. At least you’re not laughing anymore. Eddie is closer now than he was in the closet, his chin a couple inches away from your eyes. He smells like wood and blankets: warm and cozy. It’s easy to forget the party behind you, the loud music and cold air disappearing into his eyes.
“So… No kisses, then? Of any kind? Or is it like touching?”
You find yourself whispering too.
“Just no kisses on the mouth.”
“Great.”
Suddenly, coming to this stupid party doesn’t seem that terrible of an idea, because Eddie Munson is kissing your forehead. And it’s ridiculous, silly and amazing. He’s also blushing, eyes crinkling at the sides and a round, shy smile reflecting yours.
“Just so you know, that counts as our first kiss.”
“First? That implies more than one. Someone’s very confident.”
“Well, the night is young and you look like you have some time to spare. What do you say we get out of here? I could introduce you to the best milkshakes in the city.”
“…I’d actually love that.”
This time it’s you who grabs his hand. Eddie grins, and he looks just like the boy who stood on tables back at Hawkins High: young, brave, ready for adventure.
“I shall show thee the path, milady.”
He bows and you laugh. Walking away from the party and the rest of the world is easy. Comfortable. Natural. The way heaven must feel like, if you had to describe it.
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isaacwhy x fem!reader (nsfw) summary: isaac is the captain and star player of the varsity volleyball team at your college. you see him on the side after his games. rquested?: no MINORS DNI
It was like clockwork. Every Saturday, you left your psychology class at noon, went to work for six hours, and came home to the dorms briefly to change your clothes. You'd reapply any products you needed to so you could look pretty, made sure you looked just how you needed. Then, it was a mad dash across campus to the already roaring stadium gym. You were almost never on time, but you had a friend that would save you a good seat near the front. There, you'd see him.
The ball left his hands as he took to the sky, his legs at a ninety degree angle as his far-too muscular arms worked their magic, sending the ball clear across the court. The sound when his hand connected with the leather echoed through the gym, especially since everybody went quiet when he served. It wasn't uncommon his serves ended in an ace on his behalf, as the defenders on the opposing team were no match for his pure athletic talent. The way he towered over almost every teammate or opponent and his cannon arms sent the volleyballs slamming against the polished wooden floors. It was a real sight to see, when he played.
You watched as he let out a roar of celebration as he aced once again. The poor setter's arms could hardly connect with the ball at a terrible angle before it went flying far and away into the opposing stands. He shook his fist in the air and the crowd went wild, cheering on the captain of the varsity team. Isaac. The number one painted across his uniform showed everyone his title and seniority over them. If we wasn't respected by someone, he was feared by them. To most, he was an engaging player they would fawn over. Some wanted to be him, some wanted to be with him, and some wanted both. To you, Isaac was a guy you saw after games and practices.
The score was hardly ever close until the match finally ended, 2-0. Isaac was the star of the show as always, pumping up the crowd and making flashy, risky plays. His teammates were great, too, but there was no credit given to them in any way close to Isaac. You watched as the teams piled back into the locker rooms for a post-game recouperation. You took it as a sign and stood up from your seat, weaving through the stream of adoring fans and critics alike back to your dorm building. Instead of opening your own door, you opened the one to the right.
It wasn't the nicest place, overall. Clothes were haphazardly strewn about, but there were nice enough appliances and a good bed that made the place cozy. It was evident the only places ever truly used regularly in the dorm were the computer and the bed. Knowing Isaac, though, it was only because he was in class, practice, or the gym, working his ass off. You envied the lifestyle, having that kind of purpose.
Before you could think further, the door opened behind you and a man towered over you, a smile coming to your face.
"How'd I play?" Isaac asked.
"As good as you always do," You shrugged.
"Don't give me that. At least pretend you watch the volleyball games."
"Isaac, I've been going to every volleyball game of yours since freshman year."
His gaze returned to you, his expression softened. "Really?"
"Yes, really. You're a star, okay? Don't get mad at me for telling it how it is."
"What's the best part?"
"Huh?"
Isaac grinned. "Like, the best part of coming to the games and watching them."
You smiled back. "Drooling over your body."
Isaac grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled you into a kiss, feeling his warm breath on your skin as you fell into a steady rhythm. With Isaac, kissing was always passionate, like an art. Soft or steamy, you'd never had an unenjoyable kiss with the tall guy. His hands roamed your hips and firmly grabbed on as he pulled you as close as he could manage without crushing you.
Suddenly, his hands wrapped around your ass as he hoisted you up, walking you over to his bed and laying you flat on your back. He used his forearms to prop himself up as he kissed you, instead of laying his entire bodyweight on yours, knowing you didn't particularly like being crushed. Your hands gripped at his wavy brown hair as his tongue slipped into your mouth, dancing with yours. You did your best not to let out soft, pleasured sounds, but the intimacy was getting to you in between your legs.
He pulled away from you and his dark brown eyes pierced yours. "You want this?"
You nodded. "Yes, please."
"Okay, just promise you won't make the neighbors too mad at me."
"Shut up and fuck me, Isaac."
As if it were on command, his hands worked off your pants and underwear, tossing them amongst the clothing piles. He did away with his sweatpants and boxers and threw them alongside yours. You looked down and were mesmerized by the fact he was semi-hard already, but his performance was always a shock to you. He moved forward and aligned his hips with yours. You could feel the tip of his dick touching just barely against your entrance and as he slowly pushed his hips forward. His tip completely entered you and you felt the stretch you were all too familiar with. The rest of him found its way slowly pushing into you and you let out a pained whine, but it soon turned into pleasure.
Isaac always started off slow to let you get used to his size. You loved that about him, even when the two of you were horny out of your mind, he took the time to make sure you were comfortable. He rocked his hips at an increasingly eager pace, though, and it didn't take long for him to begin the real work of fucking you. You'd fucked enough time to make it a habit, and the work of getting you adjusted to him didn't take so long anymore now that it was a frequent thing. So when he picked up the pace, your head was rolling back and you couldn't stop the moans pouring out of your mouth for all to hear.
Your first orgasm rocked through you as he began to speed up, his pace faltering ever-so-slightly as your walls clenched around him in spasms, hearing his groans grow louder as the sudden tightness surprised him.
"Fuck, Isaac," You whimpered, "Let me hear you, too."
Isaac's eyes met yours as he let out moans sporadically with his whines. His hips repeatedly bucked into yours, the sound of skin connecting with each other filling the room with the cacophony of pleasure erupting from the two of you. As your second orgasm approached, you could tell his was, too. His pace was getting sloppy as his hands fisted the sheets.
"I'm gonna.." He sputtered out.
"I know, Isaac."
You climaxed, the second one always stronger than the first. Pleasure ripped through your body like tidal waves as you called out his name, to the displeasure of his neighbors. You were cut off suddenly by Isaac pulling out, watching his hand work quickly, his wrist snapping back and forth at a pace that amazed you. It didn't take more than ten seconds before he came, fluid shooting out of his cock in waves. Isaac's moans grew from ones of necessity to ones of relief as he rode out his high.
As the two of you collected your bearings, you sat up and pulled your now-soiled shirt over your head. You were impressed he didn't hit anywhere else, but you'd rather wash one shirt than clean his cum off of your hips and stomach.
"Sorry about that, you can give that to me. I'll wash it for you," Isaac extended a hand and put it in a pile separate to the clothing you were wearing beforehand.
"Thanks, I'll swing by tomorrow to pick it up?" You looked up at him.
He nodded. "Yeah, sure. You can grab one of my shirts or hoodies. Shirts are in the dresser there, hoodies are in the closet." He motioned towards the two.
You walked over to the closet, picking up a hoodie you fondly remembered wishing you could wear. You pulled it over your head and picked up your pants and underwear from the pile, pulling them back on. He followed suit.
"Thanks for coming over all the time. It's been stressful, now that the season's coming to a close and we've got the tournaments coming up." Isaac walked over to you and smiled.
You looked up to him. "I don't mind at all. It's nice. A change of pace from the rest of my boring life."
"Oh, come on, now. It can't be that bad."
"All I do is drink coffee, study, and go to class. Sometimes I play video games. Doesn't get much more boring than that." You shrugged.
"I guess so."
You looked up at Isaac and contemplated for a moment. Your heart beat faster than before.
"Hey, question."
Isaac's eyes returned to yours. "Yeah?"
Your hands fidgeted slightly. "I know we're like, fucking on the down-low.. but I thought we could make it more than that. At least, when you've got some time away from your volleyball stuff, so no pressure to say yes right now," You looked at the ground for a moment, "So, do you wanna go out sometime?"
Isaac stopped for a moment, looking surprised. His eyes that mesmerized you so much were unreadable. Before you could say anything else, he smiled. "I'd.. I'd like that, yeah."
"Okay, superstar."
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Thank you everyone for making this happen! Now, without further ado, the match-ups for Round 1!!!
Round 1
"I've been waiting for this!" - Akihiko Sanada, Persona 3 / "You're just a corpse who doesn't know he's dead" - Valter, Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones
"Are you going to be our goddess of victory… or our angel of death? Doesn't sound too bad to bet my life on that." - Keiji Shinogi, Your Turn To Die: Death Game by Majority / "Don't fuck with a witch!" - Bayonetta, Bayonetta
"Teammates!? Friends!? To hell with that! Why am I inferior to you!? I was extremely particular about my life, my grades, my public image! So someone would want me around! I am an ace detective! A celebrity! But you… You're just some criminal trash living in an attic!? So how!? How does someone like you have things I don't!? How can such a worthless piece of trash be more special than me!?" - Goro Akechi, Persona 5 / "I was just gunna ask you to sell a gun to this child." - Starlo, Undertale Yellow
"I want you to live." - Charlotte Wiltshire, Hello Charlotte Series / "Your hair… sunset colored. I like it." - Queequeg, Limbus Company
"The hope to end pointless conflict… The hope to tell your daughter how much you care… It is our mission as apothecaries to ensure that everyone lives long enough for their hopes to become reality. Even if it costs us our own lives." - Castti Florenz, Octopath Traveler II / "Game is clear when 2 zombies hold hands!!" - "How to Play" Narrator, Loving Deads: The House of the Dead EX
"Thanks to you, I am saddled with unnecessary… feelings" - Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / "I am so fucking normal right now" - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium
“SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL IS GOING TO HAPPEN” - Harry du Bois (in the form as a potential mural painting), Disco Elysium / "You pull out your cellphone and access your old Tumblr. You have ten, but you specifically access the Garfield one." - Narrator, Monster Prom
"… Nice meeting you again, you FUCKING WHALE!" - Ishmael, Limbus Company / "My guess is no one's ever loved you before" - Woody, Kingdom Hearts 3
"Take care, [player]. I was lucky to have known you. Though the parting hurts... the rest is in your hands!" - Grovyle, Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky / "Far out, man." - Netzach, Limbus Company
"I'll be back once I eliminate that devil called poverty from the world!" - Partitio Yellowil, Octopath Traveler II / "Elder gods from the whole cosmos have awoken to taste your cookies." - Narrator, Cookie Clicker
"Hello! This is the part where I kill you!" - Wheatley, Portal 2 / "Now we come to the question : Do I kill you? Do I tear you apart to my heart's delight? The choices of the beautiful are unbearable. How's a girl to choose?" - Alice Angel, Bendy and the Ink Machine
"I am Ferdinand von Aegir" - Ferdinand von Aegir, Fire Emblem: Three Houses / "Her metabolic processes are of interest only to historians." - Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney: Trials and Tribulations
"It ain't a matter of guys or chicks... I'm just scared shitless of being rejected" - Kanji Tatsumi, Persona 4 / "...also Stanley is addicted to drugs and hookers" - Narrator, The Stanley Parable
“You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?” - Happy Mask Salesman, Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask / "I have no idea what to do with my life, but that's okay! Because I'm still working hard! Even if it's on nothing at all!" - Papyrus, Undertale
"Despite everything, its still you." - Narrator/Chara/Frisk???, Undertale / "In this world, it's kill or be killed." - Flowey, Undertale
“Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves…” - Voices of the Paranoid, Slay the Princess / "In the quiet glade, across old bark. In the ancient glade, it's always dark." - Gabbro, Outer Wilds
"You take away all their sins, and people aren't people anymore!" - Rokurou Rangetsu, Tales of Berseria / "Do you even get how it feels to have nightmares about doing tango with raw chickens? Eh?" - Heathcliff, Limbus Company
"Life is worth living, even if it hurts you, even if you hurt in it." - Solid Snake, Metal Gear Solid / "I often think about the god who blessed us with this cryptic puzzle... and wonder if we'll ever get the chance to kill him." - 2B, Nier: Automata
“Oh? Is that how it is? Yeah, okay, I like you too. Neat! Still going to kill you, but now we can both enjoy a mutual romantic subtext to the murder.” - The Razor, Slay the Princess / "Now it’s Reyn Time!" - Reyn, Xenoblade Chronicles
"You lost the coin toss. We both did." - Catherine Chun, SOMA / "I like to drink blood. . . and smoke the weed!" - Dracula, Space Funeral
"Pick a god and pray!" - Frederick, Fire Emblem: Awakening / "Can you believe it? Dragons! In your own homeland! What are you going to do?" - Florentia Candidius, Elder Scrolls Online
""Did you get the Broom Closet Ending?! The Broom Closet Ending was my favourite!" ...I hope your friends find this concerning." - Narrator, The Stanley Parable / "It’s dangerous to go alone, take this!" - Old Man, Legend of Zelda
“Close your eyes for a sec, will you Chigasaki?” “You mean physically? Or to the criminal acts I’m pretty sure you’re about to commit?” “Both.” - Chikage Utsuki & Itaru Chigasaki, A3! Act! Addict! Actors! / "You are all about to perish, do as you please. I'm sorry." - Meta Knight, Kirby Super Star
"Boy" - Kratos, God of War / "Take care of yourself, kid, cause someone really cares about you." - Sans, Undertale
"Almost Christmas means it wasn't Christmas!" - Phoenix Wright, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / "Dios mío!” (Draw a cross.) “A LIBERAL!" - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium
"That's it. I'm not paying one cent of my taxes!" - Ema Skye, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / ""Trust your partner"... And I do. I can't forgive you, but I trust you." - Neku Sakuraba, The World Ends With You/Subarashiki Kono Sekai
"Hey, you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." - Ralof, Skyrim / *clap ... clap ... clap ... * "Oh good, my slow clap processor made it into this thing, so at least we have that" - GLaDOS, Portal 2
"hallOO. chikkEN. OKs?" - BOb, Slime Rancher / "Pretty good plan. You could say it was the greatest—" - Charles Calvin, The Henry Stickmin Collection
"Blood comes in four types: A, B, O, and AB. However! No blood test can determine whether a murder was committed… in cold blood!" - Phoenix Wright, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / "You ain't my partner anymore, man. You're my friend! So trus' that, yo!" - Beat (Daisukenojo "Beat" Bito), The World Ends With You/Subarashiki Kono Sekai
"I always come back." - William Afton, FNaF Pizzeria Simulator / "So -- as you can see, I'm a *pretty okay* detective -- and an absolutely GIANT COMMUNIST." - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium
"Ears have a nice mouth feel, very chewy!" - Briar, League of Legends / "This is like taking candy from a baby, which is fine by me." - Shadow the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog (2005)
"It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming... On days like this, kids like you... Should be burning in hell." - Sans, Undertale / "In the dark times, should the stars also go out?" - Steban, the Student Communist, Disco Elysium
“We are a path in the woods. We have no beginning, and we have no end, but something cold and unnatural sits watching us from just beyond our edge.” - The Wild, Slay the Princess / "Strong Pokémon. Weak Pokémon. That is only the selfish perception of people. Truly skilled Trainers should try to win with the Pokémon they love best." - Karen (Elite Four), Pokemon HeartGold / SoulSilver
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UFC Girl (Part 1)
Pairing: Nate Diaz x Y/N Description: You had recently come into the light of being part of the UFC girls, that pretty much stood there and looked pretty. Even though you have been training about 80% of your life to be a fighter, this could be your step into the UFC world, and a step closer to Dana white. But, along the way, you meet the wild, give no fuck, Stockton Slugger, Nate Diaz. Warnings:language, angst, smoking weed, alcohol, anxiety
Standing in your hotel room right smack dab in the middle of Las Vegas, in font of the body mirror, you adjusted your shorts a little, and then your sports bra.
I look stupid
You thought to yourself as you wore the super revealing clothes, but at least the training has paid off in your favor and don't look terrible in the costume.
"5 minutes ladies! 5 minutes!" You heard the event coordinator yell down the hallway letting everyone know they had to be in the lobby, and on the bus in 5 minutes. You adjusted your hair, and gave your make up a once over, before grabbing your UFC track jacket and zipped it up. Looking once more, you rolled your eyes and scoffed and left the room.
"Y/N!" You heard a loud squeaky voice calling.
"Aren't you excited?" The girl with long blonde hair, big tits, and a perfect smile said. Or as you would call her, Jenny, your best friend.
"Eh, I guess." You said as she interlocked her arm in yours. You two were complete opposites, but have been at each others side since elementary school.
"Listen, I know this isn't what you wanted to do in the UFC, but it's a step towards it. You will get there, I've watched you my whole life and you don't let anything get in your way." She said as you two and a few other girls entered the elevator.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." You said with a slight smile.
"We'll have fun, and I heard there's an after party up on the top floor in the pent house. So we'll have fun tonight, probably sleep all day tomorrow on the off day, deal with the hangover, then its fight day, and we all know thats what you really want to see." She said raising an eyebrow. The elevator opened and you all walked out meeting the coordinator by the front door in the lobby.
"Nate Diaz is literally your favorite fighter, and you cant hide it from me so I know you are excited for that." She said in a whisper.
Not only was he your favorite fighter, but he's hot as fuck. His floor work is amazing, and those strikes always land. Might of had a bit of a crush on him, but also you looked up to him in the fighting sense.
"alright ladies, tonight is the weigh in. 5 of you were hand picked by Dana to stand on stage, and the rest will stand else where. So can I have, Stacy, Jessica, Hailey, Jenny, and Y/N come up here please." The coordinator said. You and Jenny looked at each other in shock because this was your guys first event and you got chose over veteran girls.
"You 5 will be going in the transit that is parked out back by the fighters buses. You have to enter where they enter and there will be someone there to put you where you need to go when you get there." He explained quickly and then the 5 of you went to the back entrance to get in your transit.
You stood mingling with Jenny and the rest of the girls while you waited. You heard the door behind you but didn't turn around and look.
"Y/n...." Jenny said looking passed you.
"what?" You said looking at her confused. She just raised and eyebrow, looked at you and then looked back passed you. With a confused look on your face, you turned and saw why she was being weird.
"Oh my god." You whispered turning back to her, then turning back around. It was Nate, you looked at him in awe. Only a few feet from you, the best fighter you've ever seen, also probably the hottest. He sparked up a joint and you watched as he did so. Slowly his eyes scanned all the girls and then for some reason, locked with yours. He gave you his signature smile, making you turn around back to Jenny.
"OMG, OMG, OMG." She silently yelled.
"Alright ladies, let's get a move on it." You heard a women say ushering you to the transit van. Piling in one by one, and you being he last, before the door could close, you and Nate locked eyes again, but was cut off quickly by the door closing.
"Y/N, you have to say something to him next time you see him." Jenny said scooting close to you.
"I cant, he doesn't know me. I'm a nobody. Just a girl with tits, an ass, in small clothes, thats all he cares about." You said leaning back in your seat.
"Stop it. Just do it and stop being a pussy." She said scoffing and then pouting. It was about a 10 minutes drive to the arena, but pulling up finally, you all got out of the van and entered into the arena.
"Okay girls, now we are going to head the the main stage and we wait side stage till it's time. Only about 5 minutes till it starts. Remember, if they start fighting, just move back and just stay out of the way." She explained quickly as you all walked to the side stage. All the girls took their sweatshirts off and gave them to her. Jenny looked you over fixing any little imperfections that were needed and you did the same for her. Those 5 minutes felt like a minutes as you were being ushered onto the stage quickly being the first people up there. Smiling as you were instructed to trying not to have the resting bitch face you normally had. Still mingling every once in awhile with the girls, but then you saw Dana, and Joe walk out onto stage together and the place erupted. Dana smiling at you girls as he walked passed. Going through all the prelim fights and their weigh in felt like forever but not to bad. You were excited to see these people fight.
"And now for the main event ladies and gentleman! In the Welterweight division, Nate Diaz Vs. Tony Ferguson!!" Joe yelled into the mic as everyone cheered and clapped, including you. Tony coming onto the stage first, taking off his shirt and then stepping on the scale.
"For 5 rounds ladies and gentleman, in the welterweight division, official weight, 171!" Joe calling out Tony's weight.
"AAANNNND his opponent Nate Diaz!" Joe said once Tony stepped off. You adjusted your hair, and clothes this time as you saw him emerge from the side already with his shirt off making you stare. Coming up the stairs he looked at you for a split second and smirked before going back to a serious face and stepping on the scale. You felt your face getting red and you tried to contain it. You saw his notorious brother who stood just a couple feet from you holding Nates shirt. You were just in awe with the position you were in. Surrounded by such amazing fighters.
"Weighing in at 171!!" Same as Ferguson. Nate stepped off the scale and went over to Tony, they shook hands and took their pictures. It was going to be a pretty respectful fight and they even shook hands again. As everyone exited the stage you and the rest of the girls were last to come off. Taking your jackets from the women and putting them back on, you guys were ushered pretty quickly back to the transit van and brought back to the hotel. You and Jenny made your way back up to the 5th floor where your rooms were located.
"I'm going to get ready for the afterparty, you better be to." She said pointing her finger at you and you just rolled your eyes going into your room. Taking your jacket off and throwing it on the chair in the corner of the room, then walking into the bedroom and plopping onto your bed. You were already tired, and didn't know if you should go to this after party thing. You heard your phone ding on the bed next to you.
Mom: Hey sweetie how is everything going? Do you like it so far?
Me: Its going good. Just got back to the hotel, the weigh in was interesting but not bad. Just bored doing this. I want to be in the octagon. Not being eye candy.
Mom: I know sweetie, but it takes time. Make your impression, you always do a great job at that. lol
You set your phone down back on the bed and laughed thinking of the fighting you did in high school that got you in quite some trouble. You got up and went to the closet seeing the dresses you brought, and said just hell no. You found a pair of fitted jeans, and a tank top. So you opted for those. The jeans outlining your toned legs from all the kick boxing, and jujitsu you've done and the tank top showing off you toned tattooed arms. You fixed some of your make up, and put your hair half up half down, and added a bit of curl to it. You slipped on your high top vans to complete the look. You didn't want fancy, but you didn't want super casual. The make up and hair helped out the not super casual aspect. Adding a few pieces of jewelry to top it off and giving yourself a once over. You heard your phone ding again taking you out of your trance of the mirror. You walked over and opened the text.
Mom: Oh and I was waiting till you were done with the weigh in, but Eddie showed up looking for you.
You rolled your eyes. Eddie is your ex boyfriend/ ex trainer. You found him cheating on you with his assistant that you also worked very close with at one point.
Me: Did you tell him to fuck off?
Mom: No, I told him you weren't here and wanted nothing to do with him.
Me: Good enough.
You slipped your phone into your pocket and heard a knock at your door. You want over and opened it and it was Jenny.
"Look at you looking all cute and shit." She said looking you up and down. You looked at her and she wore a tight pink sparkly dress, definitely her vibe.
"Look at you trying to get some dick." You said laughing ad stepping out of your room.
"So who's throwing the after party?" You asked as you walked together to the elevator.
"Uhm, so about that." She said as you two stepped in ands hit the button for the pent house.
"Jenny.." You said looking at her.
"Nate Diaz." She blurted out. You felt your heart start pounding in your chest.
"Y/N calm down, it'll be fine, just drink, smoke, have fun." She said making you look at her. You took a deep breathe and stared her down.
"Why didn't you tell me?" You asked.
"Because I was worried you wouldn't go. Ever since you and Eddie, all you've done is go to the gym, train, work and go home. You haven't had any fun, and you are in NEED of fun. So pull the dick out of your ass and lossen the fuck up." She told you surprising you with the words coming out of her mouth. The elevator door opened and you walked into a super fancy hallway, looks like a whole new hotel up here. You turned into the hallway and went to the double doors all the way at the end. You took a deep breathe and walked in. The place was packed. You saw familiar faces, new faces, beautiful women, and lights dancing on the ceiling in the dark. The music was loud but everyone seemed to already be fucked up. A waitress walked by you and Jenny with shots on a plater, Jenny grabbed 4, two for each of you.
"What is it?" You yelled over the music.
"No clue, just drink it!" She yelled back and you did, both back to back.
"Tequila" You said with a sour face. You two went in further to the room and saw a bar, you and Jenny pushed your way to it and sat on two open stools.
"What can I get you girls?" The bartender asked.
"two shots of whatever, Titos and red bull and a Long Island" Jenny said to her.
"You got it." she said and went to get the drinks. You scanned the room seeing who was all here. You saw Nick Diaz sat at a table in the corner smoking with a few other guys, not Nate though. You saw a few heavy hitter fighters mingling and drinking.
"Here you go" She said setting the drinks down in front of the two of you.
"Put that on my tab." You heard a voice say from behind you. You turned and saw him. Nate Diaz inches from you, your back practically touching him.
"Thank you." Jenny said breaking the tension.
"No problem. You girls are new, have to do something for you." He said grabbing the shot that the bartender set down in front of him.
"Nate!" He yelled over music to you two.
"Jenny!" She yelled shaking his hand.
"Y/N!" You yelled still not being able to take your eyes off of him.
"She knows who you are! You've been her idol for awhile now!" Jenny yelled at him making you spin around and give her daggers.
"I'm going to go over here." She said taking her shot and walking away. Your eyes widened at the thought of now being alone with Nate. He came around and sat where Jenny was in front of you. You held your shot in your hand and he picked his up and clinked you glass.
"To a good fight!" He yelled making you smile and took the shot. You set the glass down and took a sip of your drink. It was getting hot in the room, and you felt the 3 tequila shots coming on.
"Are you okay?" He asked getting closer to your ear so you could hear him better.
"Yeah, it's just super hot in here!" You yelled back to him.
"Come here." He said standing and grabbing you hand, pulling you threw the crowd. The room was spinning a bit so it was hard to focus. You stepped through a door into a low lite room, that was a little more quiet, but then to another door where you felt the cool air hit your face. You sucked it in through your nose, you were on a balcony.
"Air" You huffed out making Nate chuckle.
"Sorry, I haven't drank in over a years so a little light weight." You said setting your drink down.
"Thats alright. So was she telling the truth? Am I an idol of yours?" He said looking down at you as he sipped his drink.
"She's an asshole. But yes. I've been training almost my entire life. Boxing, jujitsu, kickboxing, karate, just about everything. Have had a few fights here and there, nothing too crazy, just trying to make it to the big leagues." You explained like it was word vomit. You spoke to him like you were comfortable with him even though you just met him 10 minutes ago.
"Wait you Y/N Y/L/N. Like Y/N "honey trap" Y/L/N?" He asked. Your eyes widened in awe trying to figure out how he knew who you were.
"How do you know that?" You asked taking a gulp of your drink .
"Stockton fighters know Stockton fighters. I remember you when you were younger. You used to fight at the strip club when they would have fight nights there. I was just about in the ultimate fighter, when you were fighting there. I've seen a few of your fights on YouTube over the years and I know Dana talked about you for awhile." He explained sitting down in the chair in front of you.
"Wow. I literally don't know what to say." You said leaning up against the hand railing and looking out across Las Vegas.
“Sorry. Let’s get off that topic and lets have some fun. What do you say?” He said standing and holding his drink out for a cheers.
“To a successful fight and to even even better night.” He says as you clink drinks and down the rest of it.
“You feeling better?” He asked.
“Depends on what you define as better. Am I drunk? Yes. Do I feel sick anymore? No. Am I nervous as fuck right now talking to the guy I’ve been watching on tv for the passed how many years and model my fighting style after? Yes. Oh god. I’m embarrassing. I need another drink.” You said throwing your hands over your face.
“You aren’t embarrassing.” He says pulling your hands from your face.
“I think you are cute.” He said looking down at you. You felt your face turning red and you couldn’t stop it.
The rest of the night seemed to be going well until you couldn’t remember anything. You blacked out. All you know is you and Nate were on the balcony with Nick smoking a joint as that’s the last thing you remembered.
* the next morning *
“Ughhh.” You let out a loud moan as you rolled over onto your back and slowly peeled your eyes open. It was kind of dark in the room with a little light from the sun coming through the curtains instantly making your head hurt. You sat up slowly holding your head in your hands feeling you brain pounding against you skull. Looking down at yourself you were in a big black UFC T-shirt that you don’t ever remembering having, but then nothing else. Slowly you lifted your head trying to not feel pain but there was no dodging that. You looked over to the curtains and noticed that isn’t the same as your room. The curtains ran all the way up the tall wall to the floor, you looked in front of you and saw a huge double door, definitely not your room, then looked to your right and saw a body laid next to you starting to stir. Their face turned to you and you froze.
“Nate.” You let out in a whisper.
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Have you had more hot or cold drinks today? Cold. I hate hot drinks, they're suuuper uncomfortable to me – then again, it's likely because I live in a tropical/very warm climate. I spend more time waiting for a hot drink to cool than I do actually drinking it, if ever I am served something piping hot.
What’s a name you like that’s similar to yours? I like the name Rowan, for a girl.
Where did you get the last plate/bowl you ate with from? Idk, it's been part of the house ever since we moved in 17 years ago.
How’s your mental health today? I feel like it's generally been a lot healthier and more stable since I started to consciously set boundaries (work-wise, of course; y'all are not new here hahah) for 2025.
I delegate tasks if my load feels full, I speak up if I don't agree with something/someone, I don't pressure myself to laugh with everyone anymore, I don't reply when I've made it clear that I'm away... I know they're probably not happy about me stepping a bit back, but as long as my mental health no longer feels like it's being pounded on by a sledgehammer, I don't intend on bringing things back the way they used to be where I ended up suffering all year long.
What bands and artists did you listen to when you were a teenager? I was heavily into punk rock coming from CM Punk's influence – so apart from my own favorites which included Paramore, All Time Low, Fall Out Boy, and P!ATD, I also discovered H2O, The Bouncing Souls, Rancid, The Misfits, Cro-Mags, Minor Threat, and Against Me!
Oh I also liked One Direction LOL
Do your feelings get hurt easily? They do. I'm admittedly sensitive. Maybe it comes from the years of my mom hurling insults at me? Haha but instead of it jading me, I've just been more easily hurt.
What sort of restaurant did you last eat at? My best friends and I had dinner at Salta, this quaint little Italian place somewhere in the city. It's been getting a healthy level of virality recently, but it was a relief to find out that they can walk the talk because holy tasty Batman everything was excellent.
Do you have a friend who’s always sending you TikTok videos? Do you actually watch them? Angela's ALWAYS sending me videos in our TikTok PMs, but it's since turned into an inside joke of sorts because it's ME who never opens the app – so all her video shares just get clogged up in our thread. lol she's since learned to send me videos through Messenger instead (I'm on there much more often) but every once in a while she'll still send me videos through TikTok.
Have you ever seen a cougar in the wild? No...and I don't think we have them here, either.
Will you attend a wedding in the next 3 months? Nothing in 3 months! The only one I have scheduled is 13 months away.
Are you good at following instructions? Terrible, especially if it's just recited to me. I'm not too good with following drawn/illustrated instructions, either. I need them to be written out.
What’s your backyard or outdoor area like? It's minimalist, but we also like it that way. It has pebble paving(?), and has enough space to fit our basketball net and for my dad to run and dribble around whenever he does his daily drills/exercise. We don't need anything too large as we prefer using the rooftop anyway if we're looking for time outdoors.
Do you like your boss? (or your last boss if you don’t currently have one)? He actually just got hired a week ago after more than a year of the position being stupid vacant, so for now I'm just letting myself feel the absolute RELIEF of finally having a superior / mentor figure. He's still getting himself settled so there's not much room for feedback just yet from me. We'll see what the next few months give us.
When was the last time you took a selfie? Last Sunday, with Cooper.
What did you have for breakfast yesterday? A cup of coffee, as always.
What do you do to entertain yourself on a long flight or journey? If it's a flight, I make sure to download a loooooot of options for offline videos (for me, either BTS videos or Friends episodes) since there's never any wi-fi on planes, and I don't like falling asleep during flights, either.
If it's just a road trip, I'm usually fine with an alternate routine of listening to music, scrolling through Reddit/social media, looking out the window, and talking to whoever the driver is so they feel accompanied during the long ride.
Where are you right now? I'm staying at a coffee shop while Agi's getting his fur trimmed at the pet salon next door.
Have you ever done a hearing test? I don't think so! I've done countless vision tests, though.
Do you hate small talk? I hate small talk if it's related to work (like if I need to entertain attendees during an event), but I'm good at it. It's just something I need to do and get through, because such is life.
Otherwise, if it's with family, mutual friends etc... I actually prefer small talk! I like making people feel listened to/included, and at the same time it lets me learn more about them, too. I have no problem backing out if a person prefers to be quiet.
What’s the hottest temperature your current town/city has ever had? Somewhere in the 40Cs, which is usually the case from April-June.
How many steps per day do you do, generally? Less than 1k. I work from home and also don't like walking in the village all that much, lol. Whenever I have work days, though, I do walk A LOT so my endurance is pretty good regardless. In Japan alone I had nearly 20,000 steps for 3 days straight and could keep going if only it wasn't so crowded in some areas.
Have you had any snacks today? None yet but when I get back home, I'll probably look for something to eat. Fortunately we've got quite a lot of snacks left over from the holidays, haha.
What’s the next thing you’ll tick off your to-do list? I need to pick up batteries tomorrow for my Carat Bong.
Have you ever had a chia pet? No.
What’s your favourite sandwich filling? Fried chicken. The big, crispy kind; not the thin, cheaper variant.
Do you have any nieces or nephews? Nope.
What was the last reason you saw a doctor? Besides my dentist, I had to see one for my annual physical exam.
Do you use light mode or dark mode on your phone? Dark for most apps. On Reddit though I like the light mode better.
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tiktok is always wild, and I feel like this has been brought up a million times but anti culture genuinely feels like...borderline puritanical I KNOW THIS HAS BEEN OVERUSED BUT HEAR ME OUT
on a video that I was watching, it was shipping two adult characters who were the siblings of two of the main characters. super cute ship, i loved it! one of the comments expressed relief that it was the adults instead of the two high schoolers and someone was like "why?" and that person said that the song was "inappropriate for high schoolers because it mentions breasts". now, that wasn't an exact quote, but it was literally the same thing...
now, i have two issues with this. first of all, it treats women's secondary sex characteristics as if it's sexual - it's not. I'd understand if we were talking about down there and shit, but we're not. not only that, but all four of the characters i mentioned are female, with only one of them being canonically transfem (i say canonically because I personally headcanon one of them to be transfem). when it comes to m/m ships with this trend, nobody has an issue, so seeing them talk about my own anatomy as a woman being inherently sexual just feels off, but that could just be the angry feminist in me speaking.
second off...has this person EVER talked to a real teenager? like, my irl and even online friends say more inappropriate stuff than this song, which only mentions breasts once and then quickly corrects itself. there is a HUGE difference between minors being in nsfw spaces (something that is wrong and can harm both parties significantly) and minors making nsfw jokes (something that is very much normal), and it feels like this person just thinks all teenagers just...shouldn't have ANY sexual thoughts until they reach eighteen, and even then they'll have a problem with it!
like, I thought proshippers were being dramatic when they said anti's thought sex was some terrible thing. this is the second time I've been proven wrong, and it's a little scary. for how "progressive" they are, antis sure do have the mindset of extreme right conservatives.
#comship#proship#comshippers are valid#proshippers are valid#comshipper#pro proship#proshipper#antis dni im complaing about you
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Okay so I'm back
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It's been a couple of years since I've decided to actually use Tumblr for any other reason than to look at aesthetic stoners making pretty bowls with their crystal bongs or whatever.
The truth is, I'm once again in a pretty dark place in my life because I just had a 5-year relationship end pretty terribly, and not even of my own fault (objectively!!!). This is pretty much the only place I can talk about it because my ex would see the reactions and emotions I post on other social media and he would, for whatever reason, retaliate by blocking/unfollowing/whatever and just generally punishing me for being open about how I feel.
I'm not good. I feel so beat up and I even just got a new job that I really can't fuck up because it'll spell out the rest of my career for me. I really don't know why, but I really just crave some sort of apology or show of remorse from my ex.
For context, we broke up because... at this point, IDK. My ex said it was because at the time, I had no job and he was tired of opening his wallet for me for dates. Fine, that's totally valid. He wouldn't give me a chance, and I couldn't get a say. Bad. But the thing is, we never talked about this in person. He broke up with me via chat. It's one of the things that I quickly learned I shouldn't take lightly and I have to demand a proper breakup from him, especially since the circumstances weren't even that drastic. He refused, and kept avoiding me. He was kinda scathing to talk to when I could, always bringing up the reason for us breaking up. When I bring up that I no longer care why he broke up with me (since we're no longer together) and that I care more about the way he treats me post-breakup (since we have 5 years of experiences, many of which are good), he freezes and it's so obvious he feels some sort of guilt and he didn't think that far ahead. I just wish I was smarter in taking advantage of that.
It's been almost a month since it happened. At first, I didn't even know we broke up, because he didn't say anything. I had to go look at his twitter bio and see that he removed me without even telling me or warning me, and that's when it actually happened.
I just don't really know how to move forward, since this whole thing was pretty much forced upon me. I get that I have the option to accept it, but the way it happened is obviously gonna affect the way I feel and do things. I didn't get a proper breakup, of course I'm gonna feel some rage. I didn't get closure, so I'm gonna be constantly confused. I didn't even get to say goodbye, so it's gonna take a long while to realize that we're really no longer together, and that any form of reconciling isn't on the table.
I'm just in disbelief that a person can be that callous. How in the world can you leave somebody behind so hurt and confused? He always said he was hurt too, and stressed or whatever. I never really knew what to do with that information, because being hurt and confused doesn't make you immune to responsibility.
I don't even know where to begin when I tell people what happened. I know it's kind of selfish, but I really want someone to have my back when I tell them how much I've been hurt. He had his immature friends bully me during the breakup. It's wild, but I kinda wish I didn't have "mature" friends who think it's best if I just let them be and move on. I guess I'm looking for justice for myself, when no one else would.
If for any reason you Tumblr lovelies are still reading this, be assured that I'm fine, and don't have any plans on offing myself any time soon. I mean, I guess I did two weeks ago, but I was quickly reminded of what a terrible idea that is. I'm trying my best to cope and keep busy, despite my situation being stuck at home for the meantime. I might use Tumblr more often as a sort of journal/diary. The more I talk to my friends, the more I realize they just listen and don't do anything else, so if it's any consolation, I'll just use Tumblr to let ALL my thoughts out, no matter how negative.
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Time for my emotional ramble post so buckle up kid I picked up from somewhere as I tell you a story of why I started dming.
Ya girl first started up her DND after a friend of mine made one and it was amazing. I enjoyed it so much I felt inspired to make a campaign of my own with the intention of inviting them to try and impress them anyway I could in my DND. They made a strange character that I worked my ass off to work into the story/world, I listened to their critiques, their likes, and I thanked them every time for it. I respected their opinion and I acted like I didn't know why. Truth be told I never had a "father" so I was destined to view older male figures as father figures. Take a wild guess who it was this time. Sure this was definitely selfish of me and I shouldn't have given them so much responsibility because of my own traumas and etc. I can't control it but I still feel terrible. I could never be mad at them even during the end when everything fell apart.
So anyway my campaigns have always been about making that one guy happy and I failed at it. So I was ready to throw in the towel and call it quits when fucking the idea of a cowboys campaign hit me like a TRUCK! I invited some friends old and new. It was a weird bunch and of course I invited "him" to it, so I was excited to try and impress them once again, but they ended up being too busy and couldn't join which was fine but it caused me to not want to continue to run the campaign, but then my friends told me how much fun they were having. I felt inclined to stay and run it.
We had so much fun and it was the best thing to ever happen to me since meeting Adam. I streamed this campaign of course but I never let it influence my decisions regarding my campaign. I never wanted the stream to be the priority I've always wanted my players to have a good time and relax with friends. The stream was purely for safekeeping and maybe to have someone like my story but that's a tiny want vs what I have. What I have is great and I wouldn't trade it for the world so thank you players for everything. You have my mind and soul.
I should add that while way above it may come across as blame towards my old friend it is not. In fact it's quite the opposite, without them I would have never started dming, I would've never been inspired by such a creative mind who I've always wanted to recreate somehow in my own way as I was utterly amazed by their ability for story telling. I do not wish to tell a story that came from the inspiration of a friend, I do not wish to exist as if they never did, I do not want to tell another story without thanking this person. Thank you, and I apologize for a lot.
My players as well I thank you for everything, for enjoying everything I've thrown at you, for feeling such inspiration to write your own stories as well of the campaign and your characters. I wouldn't do it without you and I will do everything to tell a good story to you. I love and appreciate you all so much.
To the artists who have drawn stuff for my campaign it fills with me such joy that it is at this point when people want to see and not just hear. Art and creativity is alive thanks to you all. To a new year and more of this silly campaign!
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10/03/2024, 07:37 pm
Why do I use American dates on this blog? God knows lmfao
Sooo hi there! It's been over 5 years... that sounds so insane. A lot has happened I guess, so let's do a little recap!
Covid happened in 2020. A huge change for the entire world, but for me as well. The start of covid was the end of my teenage years, and truly kicked of my twenties. While being in lock down was rough, it did made me realise to change my college major. And now I'm sitting here with a bachelor in IT! yay!
When it comes to friends in college? Yeah no that never really worked out. Different kind of reasons, but one major one. So it's 2020, I switched majors, and I worked a lot to finally buy my first actual gaming pc! This was very exciting and I kicked it of by finally playing an MMO I've always wanted to play. Little did I know how much playing this game has affected me. It's insane to think about it, but I'm going to write it down here to process is at. I guess 16 y/o me was onto something when she decided to make this little rant blog.
So in this MMO, I made friends. And for the first time, these friends we're all a bunch of guys, and I was the only woman in the group (this enough should give you enough warning lmfao). These friends came and go, but there was one specifically that had a lot of influence on me, let's call him Spike.
Me and Spike met in the summer of 2021 in this game. We got along well and joked a lot! Then in October it happened: he confessed his feelings for me. This was such a wild moment for me: never would I have thought someone could have romantic feelings for me. Just look and the previous blogs: I was always worried about making friends, let alone lovers. I was so scared I even turned him down first. But after a few days I went "Screw it, let's give long distance a shot!". That was a bad shot.
Spike was head over heels over me very quickly. I really took a while to warm up to him and the whole idea of romance, but after a few months I did actually develop feelings for him. And once those feelings where there, I was in deep. Honeymoon fase felt incredible, I genuily cannot remember a point in my life I felt better. We even met up once in real life! But alas, this did not last forever.
In April 2023, Spike broke up with me. He couldn't handle the long distance. This shattered my world so much. Because why would someone end things with me if they still had feelings for me? The months after that were incredible rough. In September, he told me he still had feelings for me, only to go on a date behind my back. And when I confronted him, his real life friends harassed me. In November, he thought it would be a good idea to tell me how bad he feels about not being able to find any love in real life. It was a terrible idea, cuz I still had feelings for him.
Spike was, and still is, mentally unstable. Trauma, depression, that kind of stuff. But I was so, so clouded by my feelings for him. So when in January 2024 he approached me for a second chance, I said yes. Big, big, BIG mistake.
Of course it started of great! Back in honeymoon phase, I visited him in February, then I visited him in August, and then he broke up with me two weeks later! Wait what?
Yeah. This fucking guy. This absolute, mentally unstable, manipulator, bag of shit. September he broke up with me and oh boy, things did not go well, at all. He broke up with me saying that he had lost feelings. Two weeks after I visited him. This messed me up, BAD. I was convinced I was taken advantege of. Spend so much money on him, just for him to sexually take advantege of me and then break up. I struggled so hard with this, that I eventually reached out to one friend of mine to see if my struggle made sense. That's when hell broke lose.
My friend was beyond angry. He informed all the others in the friend group, and eventually confronted Spike with this. And guess what? Spike lied to me. He did still have feelings, but didn't want to give me false hope. He felt so embarassed that he left all online communities we were in. He is completely gone now. By lying and hurting me, he has lost all his online friends. Oops?
And now here I am, October 2024. The past few years I have completely focused on Spike. I got my bachelor by doing the bare minimum. I only have my best friend left in real life out of the friends I used to have. Although this is sad, I am glad it is him that I still have. A friendship which was so important to me back when I started this blog, I now know he will stick around forever, which brings me much happiness. But besides that, I don't have much else in real life. I am starting my first big person job next month though! I am afraid, but excited at the same time. And I do still have my online friends and the MMO that I still dearly love to this day.
Spike is gone for good now. We both decided on no contact, and I really hope he gets the help he needs, cuz dear god he needs it. I now need to work on moving on, and starting a life for myself. So yeah, that chapter that I started in 2020? I want to close it here. It is time to start the chapter about adult me, working me, maybe moving out me? And who knows, maybe one day I will find my person. Whatever happens, and how hard the past few days have been, I know I will be okay. It's gonna be hard, but I will get there. And if future me does open this blog again after 5 years, do give me an update. I hope your life is going well, you deserve it.
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Hello,
I'm a foreign reader who deeply loves your articles. I've hit your "Something in Orange" more than 70 times; it's my favorite piece. This isn't because your other articles aren't excellent, but because the relationships you created in this one are so logical and endearing! (and it’s a hard thing in AU work)
As someone who also spent little time with my parents since childhood, your article has given me immense comfort and touched me deeply. Even though my English isn't very fluent, I sincerely want to say that your writing is incredibly excellent, even after translation. I truly love your work!
I also wanted to politely ask, how did you come up with the character of Hosea? Your portrayal of him is so wonderful that it feels like I've really met such a person! Additionally, I'd love to know if you incorporate real-life experiences into your stories because your stories are so rich, making people feel happy and warm!
Thank you once again! In our language circle, RDR is quite a niche work, so I feel very fortunate to have come across such an excellent piece!
Thank you so much for your high praise! It means a lot knowing my story impacts folks like this.
A lot of things went into building my modern Hosea. Some were super simple. The red glasses he has are the same as the ones Hosea's actor, Curzon Dobell, wears.
Then of course there were canon events in his life that I wanted to play with in modern times. His illness, his hippie tendencies, his wild youth, Bessie, being drunk for a year, etc. moving all these things into a modern AU helped build his character in different ways.
In planning the story I had a lot of fun world building. Looking at the story map and figuring out how things may have changed in the 120+ years since the story took place. Growing up and living in the Western US, I still see a lot of remnants of these original towns and how they've grown and changed. So I utilized that to sort of play with the map. In doing so, Hosea became my historian as a sort of expositional way to paint pictures of how I think things changed. When he discussed how things were historically, I'm able to paint a picture of how we went from what we see in game to what I imagine it looks like nowadays. I actually have a map of the game that I've edited, showing how I think the towns expanded, where a freeway might go, etc.
As far as pulling from real life, yes a lot of things I've pulled from real life experiences. Like in chapter 2 when they go boating, I've done that a few times with friends. I love going to my local reservoir, even just to swim. The pins on the stockings is also a personal tradition. My parents started it when they got married, and every year we all get a new pin on our stockings. I added it in because it's nostalgic for me, but it's also worked as a great way to sort of show reader becoming included in their little family.
I also grew up riding and training mustangs. Even though I haven't ridden a horse in... God nearly 15 years I think, I still love and miss it terribly. So getting to write about horse riding has always been a highlight of writing for RDR, for me and I love putting my love of horses into my works. (God I miss riding. I hope I can ride horses again someday soon.)
Then there was the Christmas chapter where they explored the historic district on Valentine, all dressed up for Christmas. This was kind of a combination of a few things. When I started this work is just gotten back from the Red Dead event in Tombstone, AZ, which was such a beautiful little place, everything nicely preserved but all the buildings being utilized in one way or another. So I wanted to imagine a similar place but further up north where it would snow the way I'm used to. And that's how I sort of came up with the Valentine historic district. I've always loved dressing up and looking at Christmas lights in the snow. Such a peaceful experience.
So yeah I guess in short, most of the character and world building come from taking the events that the characters experience and putting them into a modern lens. And this is what I've come up with.
Thank you again for reading and supporting my works. It really means the world to me. I hope to have the final three chapters out soon for you to read 💙💙
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One of the qualities that makes humans the dominant species is the extra ability humans have to form relationships with other creatures. It's far more common to have interspecies friendships and beneficial relations between non-human creatures of different kinds and for animals to have pets than you'd at first think, but it's a skill humans especially excel at. Where there are humans and where there are animals, someone will inevitably try and befriend, interact with, or make a part of the family/community that animal. Even in very urban environments people sometimes try to adopt feral cats and dogs. It's a very human urge that society really hasn't made any safer or more convenient than it was a thousand years ago.
You could just get a pet, but maybe you don't want just a pet? Maybe you just want a friend of another species you sometimes see. Like moose. I knew 4 generations of moose where I used to live, and one of the mothers trusted me enough to pet one of her calves. They were far too comfortable coming close to me, but to be fair I was building in their home lol, maybe I was too comfortable coming close to them. I only saw one mature bull though, and it had the biggest rack I'd ever seen! It was longer than the width of my RV! And that guy had the build to support it too. I think the moose there appreciated when I cut down certain trees because they'd always come around and eat off the bark, just strip it clean, and they might've known I was responsible. Did you know that in some places in Russia they Milk Moose? I bet moose get milked anywhere there's moose but I only heard of Russians who did it.
Moose are kind scary to me tbh, what's even scarier is the wild cats though! I've been hunted by lynx my entire life, literally, starting just a week after I was born a lynx tried to break into my moms house. Lynx have always followed a little too close to me, as a kid when I walked along paths in the woods to get to places they're the animal I noticed around me the most, either a ways away yowling like they do or I felt them just too close for comfort watching me, saw their silhouettes in some tall trees illuminated by moonlight looking down on me. One time late at night I stared one in the eyes and it locked eyes with me, it hunched its shoulders, but after a while, (my sense of time has always been terrible, but in that moment it was nearly nonexistent) it sat down, still staring, so I just slowly backed away without breaking eye contact, and I got off unharmed, but when I was finally safe the panic hit me all at once and I fell over lol.
One of my old friends in a rural area had a cougar walk into her house one day and just make itself at home on her couch! She had friends who stayed over, she was a mother and her old folks stayed there too, she wasn't alone! And they all just had a six foot long wild animal that felt comfortable to come and go when it pleased! She thought it was a little funny actually, that it would scare off unwanted guests, crazy bitch (affectionate). It was completely passive, but at the time I thought it was basically a ticking time bomb. It eventually left never to return, at least as far as I know since I last checked in with her, which it has been kind of a while, they may have seen it around. That's kinda bizarre you know? But not uncommon where there's animals and where there's people.
I've grown to consider such interactions between wild animals and people healthy, so I don't look too far down on those kinds of people, but do happen to question some of their judgements. Stories like that of Timothy Treadwell, the bear man, in the back of my mind remind me that it is still dangerous in nature and dangerous with animals, a tiny slip is all it takes to become the victim of any animal attack, whether they are carnivorous or not.
The difference between the relationship Americans have with American alligators and Australians have with saltwater crocodiles is so funny. I know a lot of it is down to the individual behavior of the different species but we’re like. Probably not scared enough of the alligators. We just coexist.
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i've been keeping a list of possible prompts for you and there's one i have no memory of adding that just says "courtesan nmj????" so i guess that's the prompt you're getting lmao
What Does the Fox Say - ao3
“Second Madame Nie!” a disciple shouted, rushing into her little garden. She didn’t recognize him, but he was solidly built and well-muscled like most of the others – truly, the Unclean Realm was a rapturous feast for one with eyes to see it. Yum, yum. “Second Madame Nie, I have bad news!”
Boo. She hated bad news: bad news meant she’d have to do something, usually, and right now she was seated very comfortably in a pleasant piece of sun in the garden path that’d been made up just for her and to her preferences, with her feet up on a chair and a full plate of fruit from the kitchen on the table in front of her just begging to be devoured, morsel by delicious morsel.
Her schedule was packed!
“I regret to tell you, but your husband has been killed!”
“Oh,” she said, frowning slightly. “Has he? How obnoxious of him.”
How unreliable. Men.
She sighed.
“Second Madame – Second Madame – you don’t understand!” The disciple was all red-eyed and weepy, which was a look she liked, especially in big, stout men like this. The salt added a bit of spice to the whole thing. “You must flee at once! He was killed by Sect Leader Wen in an act of outright aggression – Sect Leader Wen has declared war – the Wen sect is invading!”
She nodded and picked up another lychee to start peeling it. She’d get around to fleeing in her own time. As long as this Wen sect or whatnot was being led by a man, she wasn’t terribly concerned.
“They intend to wipe out the inheritance of Qinghe Nie! They will rip out the child in your belly!”
She hummed noncommittally. Really, how attached was she to having a child of her own? Really?
“They will slaughter civilians – execute Nie-gongzi –”
Her hands stilled.
“What,” she said, and the disciple took a step back automatically, proving that he, at least, had something more of a survival instinct than her late husband did. “Hurt my little meat bun? My darling rice roll? My savory zongzi?”
She stood up, diminutive height and over-large belly and frilly clothing doing absolutely nothing to diminish the vaguely menacing aura that darkened the sky around her. She bared her teeth.
“Who does this upstart Wen dog think he is?!”
The disciple blinked owlishly, but nodded, seeming relieved that she’d finally accepted his concern, though she could see on his face that he was thinking that her reasoning was – characteristically – a little strange. But then again, and she could see this thought process on his far too honest face, it was well known that the second Madame Nie been quite strange ever since Sect Leader Nie had found her in some lonesome place with no family or background and brought her back to be his new wife nevertheless.
Such a charming man. Pity about his loss, really.
“You have to flee at once, we can’t possibly fight so many people,” the disciple said once more, and this time she nodded in agreement. “We can escort you to a hidden exit –”
“No!” a little voice called. “We can’t go.”
She turned to look, and there was the little pork-and-shrimp dumpling himself, chubby-cheeked and earnest-eyed, looking as delicious as always.
“What do you mean, fish cake?” she asked. “Of course we have to go. Didn’t you hear what this strapping young man said? This Wen person wants to kill you!”
“If Father is dead, then I’m the sect leader,” her stepson said. He was serious and solemn in a way that made her want to pinch his cheeks and bury her face into his belly to blow raspberries, and also possibly to eat him right up, flesh and marrow and gristle and all. “That means it’s my responsibility to preserve the Nie sect.”
“Nie-gongzi, no!” the disciple cried, throwing himself to his knees in a dramatic display of loyalty. “You would only die – far better for you to run, and live!”
“Then isn’t the same true for everyone else?” the tasty little dish asked, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. Possibly he was trying to put on a fierce expression, maybe, she couldn’t quite tell sometimes. He was so cute. “Why should I live, and them not? I refuse to buy my life with their deaths!”
“But – Nie-gongzi –”
Her charming little honey cake shook his head and held up a hand to stop the disciple, turning to look at her instead.
“Second Mother,” he said, and he had that wholesome trusting expression again that was such a perfect little one-shot-kill to the heart, ugh. “You always said you’re the best at hiding. The best in the world, no one better among all the gods or demons!”
She was, too. She couldn’t help but preen a little, proud.
“– can’t you do something?”
“Oh, darling cabbage bun,” she said, not without fondness. “I can hide myself from even the net of Heaven itself if I so choose, from gods and demons alike, and I can most certainly hide a small group from any mortal eyes that dare to look, if you don’t mind being a little tiny bit dishonorable about the business. But an entire sect? That’s a bit much, even for someone as talented and skilled as me.”
Her stepson looked up at her, all straight-steel sincerity and upright righteousness wrapped into a perfectly edible little snack-sized package. “If we split them up, the sect could be small groups,” he said eagerly. “Couldn’t you do something then?”
He was so cute, and he trusted her. He trusted her, believed in her, felt that she could perform miracles with a wave of her sleeve if only she so wished.
It was awful.
She couldn’t bear it.
“Oh all right, you nummy little slice of roast pork belly,” she said, yielding. “But I’m telling you now, it won’t be the least bit honorable! There’s only so many excuses you can come up with for having a lot of strong men with wide shoulders and women with thick thighs hanging around, and not a single one of them has the slightest bit to do with what you people consider to be appropriate.”
“That’s all right. Preserving human life comes first, always.”
The disciple looked between them, clearly completely confused. Clearly all his effort had been spent on developing the muscles in his arms (quite nice) rather than his brain (quite slow).
“What?” he said. “What’s happening?”
“We’re saving the sect,” Nie Mingjue announced happily, clapping his hands together. Too precious, too precious entirely; she’d have to make sure no one else even thought about going near her darling little snackling. “Tell everyone to prepare to evacuate.”
“That will take too long,” she said, and smiled, with teeth. “Let me call some friends to help.”
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When the Wen sect arrived at the Unclean Realm, they found the gate open.
That was unexpected enough, but when they entered, they found that the entire place had emptied out – not just of people, but of everything else, too. There wasn’t a single intact chair or table in the entire place, not a scrap of cloth nor a bit of food, like it’d been swept clean by locusts or wild monkeys come to pilfer whatever they could.
Even the paving stones where arrays had been laid out by the Nie sect’s ancestors had been pried up and carted away.
Sect Leader Wen ordered a search, but there wasn’t any trace of it – of the people, of the stuff, anything.
No one ever found out what happened.
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Jin Guangyao despised social events, he’d found.
It was one thing when it was something he’d planned himself, where the work was interesting enough to distract him, but when he was an honored guest for someone else…miserable. Utterly miserable.
The only thing more miserable was when the host was his erstwhile father, from whom he’d forcefully extracted recognition. With Wen Ruohan as his backer, indulging his favorite torturer as if a beloved pet, there wasn’t much Jin Guangshan could do to refuse, and neither could he force Jin Guangyao to do anything on his behalf, either. And so Jin Guangyao, sitting as always by Wen Ruohan’s side, right beneath his sons, was now an honored guest at his father’s house, getting offered his pick of prostitutes as if the man had no notion of the irony.
Maybe he didn’t. Jin Guangyao couldn’t quite tell if his father had just forgotten his origins, thinking his bastard son too unimportant to remember the details of, or whether it was meant as a deliberate insult – who could tell?
“Oh, right,” the simpering idiot in front of him, a nephew or cousin of some sort to the sect leader, said. “Our dear Jin Guangyao is known not to like the gentle flower queens, even when they come from the finest houses in Lanling. Isn’t that right, cousin?”
Jin Guangyao’s fists clenched. A deliberate insult, then.
Despite that, his face remained neutral. Instead, he chuckled and said, “The appeal is limited. After all, I have seen the best of them.”
Beside him, Wen Ruohan nodded and smirked. He appreciated Jin Guangyao’s devotion to his mother, though Jin Guangyao suspected it was because he thought it funny that Jin Guangyao would bother to honor such a lowly woman – but what he thought didn’t matter, not really. All that mattered was that he let Jin Guangyao pay his respects to her to his heart’s content.
“Well, you’re in luck!” the idiot Jin Zixun said, looking absurdly smug. “We have something of a different flavor than the usual tonight – we’ve invited entertainment from the local branch of Splendid Spring.”
Jin Guangyao barely managed to avoid rolling his eyes.
The Splendid Spring Palace was a series of brothels that had popped up fully formed just about everywhere some years back, with madams and girls and musicians and bodyguards of all sorts. It was so patently a political move that Jin Guangyao had barely bothered to pay attention to it once he’d become actually powerful, and Wen Ruohan hadn’t paid attention to it at all. After all, in the unlikely event that the business really was backed by a cultivation sect that didn’t care about its face any longer, anyone who needed to use such a façade to gather power was clearly beneath notice.
Jin Guangyao had paid only very little attention, but to different and unusual aspects of the place: by all accounts, they were surprisingly decent employers as far as places like that went. They didn’t steal girls or accept unwilling goods – they had some connection with the merchant caravans, or at least one of the companies that helped coordinate routes and provide protection to such things, and they were as meticulous about checking things over as they were about seeking refunds if they were dissatisfied – and they did accept married girls fleeing unhappy marriages, which not everyone did. They did buy up all the girls in the local markets wherever they were, but they swept them away and brought them back transformed, even the ones that wouldn’t sell because they were too ugly; Jin Guangyao assumed that meant they had people who were talented in make-up and clothing, since the usual rumors of the girls being blessed with a yao’s enchantment were obviously ridiculous and nothing more than the usual marketing gimmicks that brothels since time immemorial had tried.
Even once they had the girls in hand, the places were pretty decent: they had physicians on staff to help with the usual side effects of the business, made sure their girls were clean and healthy, and were said to even limit the number of customers a girl would be obliged to take on in a given evening…honestly, knowing as he did the brothel business, Jin Guangyao sometimes wondered how they’d managed to bespell enough people to even make money in the early days. At any rate, whatever they’d done, it’d worked, because by now they had a solid enough reputation to trade on.
In short: a decent enough place, far better than the usual run of the mill. Once he’d had the ability to do so, he’d even pulled a few strings and arranged for the better of his mother’s old compatriots to end up there, since he couldn’t convince them to leave their old professions behind entirely.
Anyway, if they also seemed to have a sideline in information brokering and assassinations, well, let them. In the cultivation world, where the only thing that mattered was strength, real strength.
A little thing like that wouldn’t make any real difference.
Or so Jin Guangyao had thought.
He found himself re-thinking that, though, when the entertainment in question came out. There were the usual set of attractive (albeit in a wider variety of shapes and sizes than usually seen) dancers, dressed up in silks that seemed actually high quality, and plenty of strapping young men carrying sabers – dancers as well, once assumed, to provide some spice to the entertainment, and implicitly on the offer for men who cut their sleeves or women with more flexibility, like widows or ones with especially permissive husbands. Wen Ruohan’s wives were in that latter category, and they were already whispering to each other excitedly, looking at them.
They’d even brought in the local madame, who was…
Well, she was actually breathtaking, even by Jin Guangyao’s extremely jaded standards. She had hair that fell almost all the way to her ankles, shimmering in the light, and dark eyes shining with liveliness, a smooth and ageless face that simultaneously suggested youth and health but also winked at knowable experience, the features characteristic of what his mother’s employers had called the ‘fox-face’. As if to emphasize that, the lady was wrapped in fox-fur and draped in embroidered brocade, with little stylized foxes running up and down the hems of her clothing and along the gazy silk draped on her shoulders.
It ought to have looked absurd, looked gaudy and overwrought and overdone, but it didn’t.
She was a thousand dreams of wealth and beauty and power and sex appeal all wrapped up in one, and even Jin Guangyao – who was in his personal preferences quite firmly a cutsleeve – couldn’t help but intrigued by her, wondering what it might be like to touch the hem of such a glorious creature.
And next to her…
The lady was accompanied by two men that seemed completely different from each other. One was a slender and winsome young man, fluttering his eyelashes from behind a fan with a charming smile, emanating the appeal of softness and weakness, ready to be indulged. While the other…
Jin Guangyao swallowed.
He was the exact opposite of the first man. Clearly strong, muscular and powerful, and tall to the point of towering, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist, a chest that you could lean your head against and an ass that begged to have someone’s hands on it – and there were his hands, big and broad, perfect for holding someone down or up if they so wished and of a size that was very promising as to what was only hinted at under his clothes. His face was hidden behind a veil as if he were a woman, marking him, like his comrade, as one of the available courtesans of the Splendid Spring, but his body was visible under clothing clearly cut to put it to the best advantage.
And oh, what advantages it had…!
“It seems we found something to the tastes of dear cousin Guangyao after all,” the idiot said mockingly, sniggering and snorting like the pig he was, and for once Jin Guangyao didn’t even care.
“Who’s the woman in front?” Wen Ruohan asked, ignoring their interplay. He seemed utterly fascinated, almost spellbound, and Jin Guangyao couldn’t blame him one bit. If this woman had been at the same brothel as his mother, there wouldn’t have even been room for jealousy or shame; his mother would have gone straight up to her to ask for some tips. “She seems…familiar, somehow.”
“That’s the madame of the Splendid Spring,” Jin Zixun said proudly, as if he’d done anything at all in relation to this – nonsense, of course. Everyone know which brothels were backed by the Jin sect, and Splendid Spring wasn’t one of them. He was acting as if he deserve a pat on the back just for the introduction! “That means she’s not for sale.”
His smile faded a little, twisting in a small bit of bitterness. “Or so she told my uncle, anyway…although I’m sure if it were Sect Leader Wen asking, the answer would undoubtedly be different.”
Probably because Jin Guangshan couldn’t slaughter prostitutes with impunity if they said no to him, whereas no one could stop Wen Ruohan from doing any damn thing he pleased.
Wen Ruohan grunted, pleased by the answer – he was a possessive man, in the rare events that he did exert himself in the realm of women, and there had been more than one instance where he’d stolen away some girl his sons had been eyeing first just for the joy of having had her first – and raised a hand, catching the lady’s eye and gesturing for her to come over, which she did.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
She laughed. “You can call me Hu Jiuwei. With the ‘Hu’ being the character for fox.”
Jin Guangyao tried not to choke. There were false names and then there were false names – the lady’s theme was already clearly related to foxes, given her fox-face and fox-fur lining and the foxes embroidered onto her robes. Was the over-the-top name really necessary?
��It’s a fake name,” she added, unnecessarily.
“I see,” Wen Ruohan said, sounding a little choked himself. Possibly it was the woman calling herself ‘Foxy Ninetails’ and then kindly reassuring them all that the name was false as if she thought them too dumb to figure it out that was tripping him up a little. Jin Guangyao couldn’t tell if she was doing it deliberately in order to make her frankly inhuman beauty a little less frightening, or maybe she was blessed with so much beauty that she hadn’t bothered to cultivate her brain at all. “Are you our entertainment for the evening?”
She smiled, and any complaints Jin Guangyao (or indeed Wen Ruohan) might have had about her intelligence faded away at once.
It was that type of smile.
You could wreck nations with that type of smile. Jin Guangyao couldn’t help but wonder: how had a woman this extraordinary ended up in a brothel, of all places? How had no one snatched her up to keep her all for himself before now?
“My sons and I –” she gestured at the two behind her, “– would be more than happy to provide you with all the entertainment you could possibly want.”
Her smile widened.
“We’ve been hoping for an opportunity like this for a long time.”
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hello !! I'd rlly like to request Monoma if that's alright! I've had a huge soft spot for him for a while now and I'd love to see more content of him ;v;
anyway! we all know that superiority complex of his is definitely hiding some insecurities, but I also feel like he'd be quite touchstarved too bc of his peers seldom physically interacting with him due to his quirk, yknow?
with that in mind, I'd love to see how he'd handle an s/o who has "physical touch" as their main love language. they can give verbal praise/comfort, but they always get so shy abt it that they prefer giving physical affection to show their love. and maybe combining that with "quality time" being their second love language, they love to just cuddle him or toy with his hands/hair during quiet moments uwu
if you wanna do multiple characters, I'd love to request Shinsou, Midoriya, and Amajiki (separately) for the same idea, but if you'd rather do this with just Monoma then I'm okay with that !! no worries if you don't wanna do all four ♡
thank you if you do this request, and make sure to take care of yourself !! ♡
physically affectionate s/o
character(s) : monoma neito, shinsou hitoshi, midoriya izuku (i cut out tamaki for this one, sorry :[ but i’ll do another part if anyone wants it)
legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, strong quirk but the details aren’t specific, reader is a part of 1-A
headcanon type : fluff (and if you squint, then crack)
note(s) : yes i do agree :,) monoma should be getting a little bit more content, and i’m sorry that this came out so late! i was multitasking with other requests (because i took a 2 day absence,,) but this doesn’t mean i don’t read people’s requests
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monoma neito
monoma 🤝 bakugou “the pros at sending mixed signals”
if there’s one thing he’s known for— then it’s for the persistent teasing, and his quite obnoxious attitude (especially at 1-A)
but he’s not a terrible person, he sure does have his reasons. and by now, people either choose to ignore him, or they simply knock the wind out of him
so, he was not prepared to encounter someone that was tolerant of him, AND also his type— like.. huh. that’s.. odd
and he was even more surprised when they accepted his wild love confession. there must be some catch to it, right?
so like i’ve said— monoma sends a lot of mixed signals. it’s either he’s complimenting your existence, or teasing you in various ways.
so— it’s just another normal day of monoma mouthing off to you, teasing you in a playful way, while you guys are hanging out this is way of making you remember him
but then, you just.. leaned forward and placed your hand on his head— not exchanging any words at all.
monoma’s first reaction is (・・?) because what?? someone is touching him right now.. wait.. someone is touching him!
honestly really shook, and at a lost for words— because everyone has refrained from coming into any physical contact with him? what a surprise! what even is this?
after said incident, you decide to speak “you had something in your hair.” and for once, monoma is the one that’s sitting in silence
“R-REALLY, Y/N? DID YOU REALLY THINK THAT WAS GOING TO W-WORK ON ME OR SOMETHING?” he questions in his usual mocking tone, but his cheeks are accompanied in a flushed red
he’d only experience field day when he realized that touch was basically your love language, with quality time in the second lead
so whenever you guys are spending time together, you’d,, actually go closer to him! this has never happened before, let him be
he doesn’t really like the idea of getting his hair touched, so you usually choose to fiddle with his hands— sometimes observing his details, and other times you’ll be comparing hand sizes
he’ll ridicule you for being so touchy— but he’ll ask if he’s “that irresistable?” while also moving you closer to him. he loves it a lot, okay?
don’t let class 1-b see this, he will flex on them because when he starts getting annoying again, they’ll use you as blackmail.
“monoma, i swear— if you do that, we’ll tell Y/N-”
“HAHA— ok, i’m sorry.”
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shinsou hitoshi
he probably has the most chill reaction out of the bunch
again— another person that has been antagonized because of their quirk. he’s been perceived as villanious ever since his middle school days
kids have been told to keep their distance away from him at a young age so.. you’d bet that he’d be really touch starved
he never had any serious experiences with dating, and he never had any real friends— that weren’t cautious of his quirk
that was until he met you, which he just assumed you were another highkey stuck up person in the hero course
but, you were basically the opposite, and you were a real pleasure to have around. one thing lead to another, and now you guys are dating
he thought it was really cute whenever you got too shy to just sit in silence during dates, or to even give out words of affirmations
but hitoshi was surprised at first when he felt you pull yourself closer to him— resting your head on his shoulder. the concept of someone wanting to be in his presence is still sinking in for him
lucky for you! shinsou knows how to adapt to situations quickly, immediately slinging an arm around your shoulder, as he listens to you talk
he’ll be surprised when you start touching his hair, because golly!! are you guys close
but do it more pls, he loves it a lot— it sometimes makes him really drowsy.
if you play with his hands omg, his heart will do somersaults. he’s lucky that he’s able to keep himself composed.
loves watching you choosing to cuddle him, after briefly giving up on trying to form coherent words of affirmations.
it’s something he brings up quite often, but not in a teasing manner!
sometimes he’ll pat the free spot beside him, basically begging you to come closer to him.
eventually, denki notices on how touchy he’ll get whenever you’re around— but hitoshi will just shrug it off
“it’s always been that way.” he simply says, but he’ll turn around with this big ass grin on his face 💀
he’s whipped for your touch. so please, do it more
midoriya izuku
he’s also touchstarved. actually, all of them are really touchstarved, and for different reasons 💀
well.. it’s not like he had a choice from the getgo. he was born quirkless, and that lead to him becoming an outcase— and also the victim of bullying i wanna hug him
and being told constantly that he won’t ever be enough, or he won’t ever be a hero— it’s obvious that he doesn’t have any dating experience
but he didn’t think he’d be dating anytime soon— especially since he was ‘just’ pinning over you. he was convinced it was going nowhere
until you confessed. he’s surprised that he didn’t pass out
ever since you guys started dating, he noticed that you’ve been a little timid— not in the way that you feel awkward, more like,, you wanted to say something
or do something, because when you guys were studying together, you just suddenly sat closer to him— and started counting his freckles
he short circuited for a second.
he was reduced to a stuttering, and blushy mess— and you just laughed, telling him “you should continue what you’re doing!” as you ran your other hand across his shoulders
that night, he was wide awake in his bed— recalling your gentle and loving touch, running his hands along the parts of his hair, that you’ve touched
he loves quality time, because while he does like to ramble a lot— he does enjoy spending time with you in silence, but it’s the touches that makes him flustered
despite him being quite shy to initiate any sort of touch, you— on the other hand, were shy with saying praises. so you coped with physical touch, and quality time
man, izuku never gets used to it. no matter how much he tries to— he’s just.. needy, touchstarved.
he doesn’t realize how lost he looks when you’re sitting beside him, and not touching his hair or hands for once. please feel free to do so
oh, and since we’re on the topic of hands— he’ll tear up if you start playing/fiddling with his hands, and especially when you start tracing his scars. it makes him feel so warm.
okay but,, please give him a heads up if you’re going to act touchy in public. he’ll start stammering and blushing hard you might have to put him in rice or smth
the dekusquad talks about that quite a lot, especially when they accidentally witnessed it in the common room (for the first time)
in short— he adores it. sometimes he’ll initiate it, by asking you if you want to sit beside him, to play with his hair. he’s so inlove
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(First, I'm French and my English is terrible, so let me know if you don't understand something).Hi darling, I've read your blog for a long time, but it's the first time I've placed an order. Can you call me Venus if you like? Anyway, I've been thinking about Josuke declaring himself to his S/O who studies in the same class as him. I keep thinking about him screaming "I love you" and running away. Would you have any headcanons about it?
Hi Venus! Thank you for your request, my lovely
Pairing: Josuke Higashikata x GN! Reader
Warnings: language
Josuke confessing his feelings to reader headcanons + scenario
This is the first time ever Josuke feels this kind of attachment to someone, and honestly, it annoys him so freaking much. He hates the way his breath hitches when you smile at him, asking how he’s been. Hates how he spends all day staring at you and then gets a detention for not listening properly to the teacher
We all daydream before falling asleep and Josuke is not an exemption, he loves making fake scenarios in his head about him becoming a fashion model or Tomoko getting him a dog etc. But once brunette catches himself on the thought of him spending time with Y/n. It’s not only hanging out together, but something way more… pleasant and romantic. That time Josuke realized that he fell in love
Realization of falling for someone really disquiets poor boy, he doesn’t know how to act around Y/n! They’ve been friends since first day of high school, and if Josuke tries to ignore or avoid them it definitely will hurt them deeply! But what if Y/n notice how strange he acts around them? They’d immediately understand what’s going on, and Higashikata doesn’t want to ruin their friendship!
Josuke is a pro at procrastination and avoiding important conversations. After months of beating around the bush, trying to find a proper way and excuse to approach you, boy just decides to let it be, not making any attempts to confess
The main reason for Higashikata’s inaction is of course doubt. A shit ton of doubt. What if Y/n doesn’t feel the same way about Josuke and want everything to stay the same between them? What if they reject Josuke’s feelings and won’t even want staying friends with brunette anymore? What if they actually secretly hate him and keep on being friends with Josuke just because of congenital politeness? All those thoughts gnaw poor diamond boy, he can’t even sleep properly at night. Few weeks later it’s impossible not to notice dark bags under brunette’s eyes, and even layers of Tomoko’s concealer don’t help hiding them
One day Okuyasu gets sick of his bro always keeping his head in a clouds and suffering from insomnia. “Listen dude. Either you go and confess to Y/n, or I’m doing it myself! Even I got tired of this shit”. Josuke freezes at Nijimura’s words, the image of his best friend coming to Y/n and saying something like “Hey, my bro Josuke wants to kiss you and stuff, so go and finally do something with it” makes goosebumps rise on his skin, so Higashikata jumps off his seat yelling “Okay okay I’ll do it myself, just shut up!!!”
The next day brunette catches you up in the hall at the end of school day, asking you to stay for a little bit longer because he has something to talk to you about
- Oh, Josuke! Did something happen? You need help? - you ask, looking up at your classmate intently, your eyes full of confusion, but also interest
Boy rises his hands up, shaking his head carefully, so he won’t damage his precious pompadour, letting you know that he’s fully fine
- Ughhh, no, there’s nothing to worry about, - brunette smiles shyly, scratching the back of his neck nervously. - I just… gotta tell you something real quick, - Josuke says and you notice how red tips of Josuke’s ears are
- Oh, what is that? - you inquire, patiently waiting for your classmate to answer. You’re caught off guard, to say the least. You’ve been friends with Higashikata since first day of high school and you’ve never seen him acting so anxious before
Josuke feels his heart racing wild, trying to tear through the rib cage, and boy swallows a thick lump in his throat, worrying if you can hear this sound too. Higashikata closes his eyes, inhaling deeply, making a vain attempt to calm down
- I like you very much! - Josuke blurts out, looking down, staring on his shoes, desperately avoiding eye contact with you
Thick silence settles between you two, you look at Josuke, now completely baffled
- Um, I like you too? - you answer a few seconds later, shrugging your shoulders. You notice how Josuke lowers his shoulders a little and only now you start realizing what exactly Higashikata meant
- No, like, I like you way more than just “like”… I mean… goddamn, - Josuke prattle, his thoughts scatter and it looks like all the right words run away from him, not leaving brunette even a single chance to explain himself. He shuts himself down for a few seconds, taking a deep breath and pulling himself together before saying:
- Look, I like you. Not like a friend. I wanna hold hands with you, go out for dates and stuff. Sooo, what would you say? - Josuke finally finds the strength to look you in the eyes, his fingers fiddling nervously with the sleeves of his jacket as he waits patiently for your answer
Josuke’s heart twist into a tight knot and boy almost forgets how to breath as he looks into your deep e/c eyes
So, what is your answer?
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