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littleplantfreak · 3 months ago

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It’s heavy

Erm its a small thing about wanting to carry Ume’s burdens ig that ive been thinking about (even though i ended up going a whole other direction than i originally daydreamed. When i first thought about it, it was gonna be like stand in the rain dramatic but.)

its sfw and theres no cws i think except it’s kinda spoilery from recent chapters (not in depth tho) Also I read through it once but you know how it goes with proofreading owo)/

"I didn't know it would feel that heavy," Sakura says, mid bite into his lunch.

"Whatd'ya mean?" You swallow your own food before getting a drink. He's talking about Umemiya.

"The resolve to fight. For the town, the people you...love," he grits out the last word, still unused to verbally speaking about affection, but he's been getting better. "The weight of everything on your shoulders makes it hard to move sometimes" Your eyes widen at that. At the change in demeanor since he first came to town. He's really improved since you first met and honestly the change is for the better.

"Is it...a bad feeling?" You wonder, food forgotten now that the conversation has turned serious.

"Not bad, just annoying. And comforting? I don't know how to explain it." He's flushed now, embarrassed by the inability to find the proper words to convey just how it is. It's one of those things you have to feel for yourself to really grasp.

"Exhausting too I bet," you say more to yourself, thoughts suddenly going fully to the white haired man. Two bi-colored eyes look your way as you twirl your fork in your hands thoughtfully. He turns even redder when he sees your dazed look, knowing you're ruminating about Umemiya. You take out your phone, shooting out a text to see where he's at. When he texts back that he's on his way to the cafe from school, you decide you'll meet him halfway, telling Sakura you'll be back in a bit and that he can have your leftovers.

You're jogging really, not caring about pacing yourself when an urge has overtaken you. The anxiety spreads in your chest to your arms and hands, prickling at your fingertips. Nothing's wrong, but at the moment you feel like if you don't see his face soon, you'll never see it again. Logically, you talk yourself down knowing those thoughts are just your brain screwing with you, but the feeling won't go away until you get to him.

The sun warms Hajime’s face as he heads to Kotoha’s, wind blowing the chimes as they clink daintily. He's got an easy walk going, not surrounded by people for once.

The look on his face when he spots you is one of delight, slowly switching to concern from the way you're running towards him, cheeks flushed.

"Hey pumpkin, what's with the running? Somethin' up?" He asks before you plow straight into his chest, arms squeezing around his waist. You shake your head, tightening him in your hold knowing it's not gonna hurt him in the slightest.

"Can I carry it sometimes?" you mumble from his chest after a minute of breathing in his scent, sweat and deodorant mixing into a smell that was so him it calmed the frayed nervous that had been unraveling. When he asks what you'd be carrying, you lift your face to lock eyes with him.

"You? Everything you're carrying? Not all the time, but I don't want you to be the only one shouldering so much weight. I'm not that strong, but," you're suddenly self conscious about it, looking down at your feet for a second before forcing yourself back to look at his face. "but I can do it for you. Whenever you need me to." You finish, waiting on his response. He breathes deep and ponders it for a second, the look on his face a mix of hesitance and adoration at your declaration. For once he’a speechless, but he’s not surprised it’s you who’s rendered him as such.

“…I love you,” he says simply, eyes wide. Like he just rediscovered the fact despite his almost constant mission to let you know that with his words and actions on a daily basis.

“That’s not what-,”

“I know. I know, but I just wanted to say it I think. Or I couldn’t help it.” He kneels down to your level, holding both of your hands in his own, a look of resolve in his cloud grey eyes. “I can try…letting you carry some of it. It’s heavy.”

“That’s fine,” and you release his hands before grabbing his face. “I’ve got you.”

Atlas was punished to hold the weight of the world, but Hajime isn’t Atlas and he has you.

You both drop the subject for a bit, a ghost of the conversation still stays lingering in both of your heads. It's easy to say he'll rely on you like that, but the truth is putting it into practice is remarkably difficult.

He's still wondering how to work this new part of your dynamic when you decide to take the bull by the horns. He wakes up and shoots a text to Hiragi, telling him he'll meet him at the bakery to help paint the new sign, but he receives a text back saying it's been taken care of. Well that clears things up a bit, he thinks. So he goes to Kotoha's knowing she's been needing someone to do a supply run...only to find the first years already carrying the groceries over, and when he tries to help put them away? He's blocked from them, Nirei stuttering that they can handle it on their own.

His sister chimes in, though, that she thinks you really needed help with something over near the park. He thanks her, figuring his two main task for the day were complete, albeit almost immediately without him lifting a finger. By the time he makes his way to you, it seems you've been sitting for a while, passing the time on your phone wearing one of his old hoodies.

"You needed help lovebug?" He's asking, a hand running rough his hair, breath taken at the sight of you. You don't look any way different from any other day, but the feeling he gets in his chest when he sees you has yet to fade and he doesn't think it ever will.

"Yeah. It's a tough job. Think you can help?"

"Anything for you." You can tell by his voice and the look on his face that he means it.

"I want my boyfriend to relax for the day. Do you know how I can make that happen?" Faux innocence filling your expression. A few things click in his head at once. Throughout the week, his schedule seemed to be getting freer and freer no matter how many people he'd heard needed help with something. Every time he checked in with the person, someone had already taken care of it vehemently denying a need for any more assistance. Even today, the two things he planned to do were quickly swept up and deposited for someone else to do.

The look on your face, and your question have the last puzzle piece fitting into place. He'd smack himself for taking this long to notice if he wasn't flushing a bit right now. You were around less during the week or at the very least on your phone a bit more than usual, but he chalked it up to it being a busy week for you. He never would've thought you were working behind the scenes to lighten his load.

He'd gotten more done for himself this week than he had in a while and he had you to thank for that, even though it took him a while to figure it out. He thought briefly about thanking you, but realized this is what you wanted to do, no thanks necessary. So he shrugs before answering your question.

"I could've sworn he said something about really wanting to kiss you right now. He's around here somewhere I think," he's walking closer, hand on his chin, looking around as if to search for himself.

"Great, when you find him, let him know I've got a pillow and blanket fort set up at home with a stack of movies near the TV." You dodge him, twisting out of the way to head in the direction of your place. He huffs a laugh before running up to your side, arm wrapping around your waist, and drawing you in a close hug. He presses a big kiss to the crown of your head, and releases you just enough to keep walking. He feels lighter than he has in a while, and if you'd been asked, you would've told him the same thing.

#urgh i feel like i write the same thing all the time and its so repetitive #mari writes #umemiya hajime x reader #wind breaker #after this its strictly my one WIP i refuse to write a thing till its done because at least its something DIFFERENT #throws this in the ocean with the rest of my stuff im not satisfied with #my number one goal in life is to take care of umemiya hajime like he takes care of everyone else #and ive compared him to atlas before so?#em was my beta reader of sorts #she hypes me up i love herrr #im exhaustedddd #on vacation? its more likely than you think

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lunas-side-anime-blog · 10 months ago

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Modern College Student/Gf Mikasa Ackerman Headcanons

Armin Version: Here Eren Version: Here

scary goth girl that everyone is too scared to talk to but secretly crushes on

psychology major bc I think she had a tough childhood and wants to better understand trauma / help others

somwhere in the middle between Armin and Erin when it comes to academics

like I don't think she is as intense about grades as Armin is, but I also don't think she's as laidback about school as Eren

moderately studies throughout the week, but it's just basic note taking and chapter reading, i don't think she's afraid to miss a few classes though if she feels like it

only really crams and does all-nighters right before an exam if she thinks she needs it

i think she wears men cologne and deodorant and it fits her soo well, idk how to describe it but she smells powerful but comforting at the same time?

maybe like woodsy with strong notes of vanilla and cashmere

loves a black cold brew: no creamer, foam or sugar like she's so intense that way

i think she's that one cool girl who always walks into class like a few minutes late with a hot resting bitch face, AirPods in and a cold brew in hand

tall girl and I think her height is prob her fave feature about herself, like I can see her wearing more heeled boots or platforms to exaggerate it

wears lots of black and hardly any makeup besides some light eyeliner most days

doesn't talk alot unless she fr knows you, i think most people would just hear her say "here" for attendenace and that's it

doesn't go to parties unless she has to

I think think she'll only go to watch eren and armin. she knows eren loves to go overboard and armin will most likely get distracted so she takes it upon herself to be the sober one watching everyone's drinks

def a girls girl like if she sees another female in an uncomfortable situation shes jumping in, no questions asked

i can see her working out with eren so in my mind shes ripped too and yeah...most guys don't fuck with her

has a cute lil skincare routine, only has like a three step process tho since I think she has naturally good skin

she secretly loves facemasks tho and doing her nails with armin as rewards for studying lol

I think out of the main three mikasa would have the most instagram followers, which is so funny bc she doesn't know why she's so popular?

I just think her aesthetic and vibe is very cool, if her account is set to public she would quickly get a lil following

lots of secret admires with this one, men and woman alike

I can see her being BI or Pan too so like that's very conveient

other than armin and eren, I think Mikasa would be besties with Yimir and Sasha

i can see them going to concerts together, shopping, late night drives, getting food (at sasha's demand lol) like i think they'd be a chill lil trio

views eren and armin as brother figures btw, gets grossed out when people ask if shes dating them

obviously a very protective friend

the type of freind whose like "what's their name" when you tell her you're seeing someone new and within an hour Mikasa will have an entire report on where they went to school, all their exes, hobbies, pets, address, ect.

I can see her getting a masters tbh, I def think armin would talk her into it so I think they would be grad school buddies while eren finishes his BA (he'll lag behind them a year or two since he changed his major so much anyway)

Loves cats and I think she'd have one or two if armin and eren are cool with it

I think she would have a few tatooes and piercings, but very subtle ones she can hide since I think as a psychologist she'd want to be taken seriously

music taste is kinda stuck in middle school tbh, still loves my chemical romance with a passion

I don't think she'd smoke weed or drink

^^ not that she has anything against it but i think she just hates the feeling of not being in complete control of herself so she stays away from things like that

never gets sick? it's actually medically fascinating

Overall she's that one quiet girl in class who looks scary but is a sweethear and everyon'es dying to be friends with

As your GF

omg I think she'd be the best significant other tbh

I think you would meet her in a meet-cute way since it's always the people who you least expect to be cheesy

I think maybe like you accidentally tripped and made her spill her coffee in class. you look up an see this tall, ripped, emo looking chick and you rush to apologise and give her your drink in hopes she doesn't flip

shes like "...ok." and takes it. but then the next class she randomly sits next to you and passes you a drink and is like ... "i hope i got your order right?"

the dork memorized your drink akjglalg

after that she kinda keeps sitting next to you and attempts small talk, so you realize she's actually v sweet and exchange socials

which is great bc I think mikasa is way better at flirting over text than in person and you'd quickly understand that she likes you

First date would probably be a show, i think she'd take you to a local band she likes and would get a quick bite after it

I think for second date she'd like you to choose what you guys do and then third she chooses, you guys switch bc she's all about that equal effort

once you agree to be her s/o she'd gonna be so annoying on social media like she's def gonna loose some followers as she only posts you now

type of partner to notice the smallest changes in you right away

you give her a peck and shes like "why aren't you wearing your usual lip balm? do you not like strawberries anymore?"

in bed she's a dom, is that even a queston?

I think she's actually a brat tamer, in my head rn she gets a lil smirk when you act up and i think she just mentally notes what to punish you for later

mikasa views sex toys as allies not enemies, and yeah i think she has an impressive collection so buckle tf up

okay so she's kinda yandere (tbh i think most ppl from the aot universe are but esp mikasa) I think shes very protective and a touch paranoid?

like i think her past is kinda messed up and I can see her mind running wild with ideas if not reassured

so you can just oversleep for a bit and you'll wake up to mikasa practically breaking into your apartment to make sure you're okay bc you suddenly went silent on her

some trust issues too, would def be really upset if you didn't give her the passcode to your phone

doesn't like your friends or anyone else you talk to tbh, she just doesn't think anyone else has your back like she does and will always remind you

i also know her manipulation skill is cray being a psych major, I don't think she's as good as Armin but ik she can weaponize some therapy speak and make you feel a lil stupid (only does it for your own good she says)

doesn't get jealous but does get even

I can see the little shit putting thumbtacks in pockets or laxitives in drinks if someone dares flirt with you, she can be so evil sometimes i just know it

she isn't even scared of the aftermath bc she knows eren and armin have her back so she wants the smoke tbh

the type of partner to death stare someone from behind your back but when you turn around she's suddenly all :)

would love matching tattoos with you if you're down

think she'll be the quickest to bring up marriage too, porbably only a few months of dating and she's like "so when we get married-" and you're like "!?"

big spoon gf, you can be bigger than her and she don't gaf she's still holding you not the other way around

Overall a really sweet girlfriend who just wants to protect you and keep you all to herself

Can be a lil crazy at times, but she means well I swear !!!

Nicknames for you: love, my other half, wifey/hubbie

Songs that fit the vibe: The Perfect Girl by Mareux, Breezeblocks by Alt-J, Me and Your Mama by Childish Gambino

"You're such a strange girl, the way you look like you do."

"She's morphine, queen of my vaccine, my love, my love, love..."

"Girl you really got a hold on me, so this isn't just puppy love"

(She's so hot omg I love her, i developed a lil crush writing this! Anyway srry the moodboard didn't include couple stuff, girlfriend aesthetics are way harder to find than bf aesthetics and the ones I did find looked nothing like her :( tell me if you guys like this series, totally open to doing more characters! not even just from aot, i also kinda wanna do demon slayer or hxh, also love jjk and chainsaw man but I didn't read those mangas yet so I may not be the best at it!!)

#mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #yandere mikasa #yandere aot #yandere attack on titan #attack on titan headcanons #aot headcanons #mikasa ackerman smut #mikasa aot #modern attack on titan #modern mikasa

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totaldramaweb · 2 months ago

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ALEJANDRO BURROMUERTO CASUAL HC'S.

• he tans weekly on the family's tanning machine (in a speedo, yes). twice a week on winter since he gets paler on cold.

• he always smells like cologne. even sweating, he stills smells very dense. he's always re-applying deodorant/perfume.

• used to shave his whole body with laser at the spa. after the volcano incident, he didn't grow body hair for a long time, so when It grew back he just let himself become hairy (only bodily).

• had a lot of hiperfixations growing up. he didn't quite have any friends so he used most of his time obsessed on a certain activity until he reached perfection, then dropped it to hop on another.

• he prefers reptiles over dogs or cats. but he likes dogs tho, he claims they are loyal and follow blindly.

• José lost one of his pets, never had any other due fear, yet he dreams of having a snake.

• he is a terrible joker. he can do a lot of things but joking is not one of them. he only remembers some jokes of his dad's comedy book he readed back on his childhood.

• he's a great cooker. he always made his mom company when she cooked dinner, he learnt from her.

• he has a guilty pleasure on writting, mainly poetry, and he's great at it. he actually takes It seriously and treat other themes beyond romance or clichés, perhaps even has a diary of his writings.

• he doesnt like movies because he claims he "doesnt have time for them" (canon on his tdwt blog introduction) but this actually raised among his dad telling him that, claiming he should use his time for better like studying or getting better at something. plus, everytime he wanted to see one, José would push him from the TV and take It for himself.

• he actually rarely has genuine fun. the only fun he gets is usually from his recreational activities, and even so, he concentrates more on being perfect on them rather than enjoy. and he does a lot, maybe to avoid being alone with his thoughts for too long before they overwhelm him.

• has photographic memory, and it's very good at remembering faces and places.

• he did just judge his babysitters until tears only to get some attention from his parents. he didn't want to be taken care of, he wanted to prove he's able to take care of himself, like José who didn't need one. he also just wanted to be looked at by them, to spend time with his parents instead of old ladies and annoying teens.

• they speak full spanish at home, he took english lessons since his first years, but didn't really used it until he moved to Canada.

• due his dad being a diplomat, he lived his first years on Spain before finding himself moving from country to country. Like Peru, Dominican Republic, Mexico, Japan, and many more until Canada. His dad worked at the embajadas of Spain in many countrys doing comercy deals between countrys and etc, he had to stay for long times in such countrys and his kids and wife following along wherever the head of the family went. Alejandro had a hard time doing friends on his new schools, eventually all the changes and the mindset he grew leaded him to be who he is, remaining friends is still a hard duty for him. He learnt that everyone leaves and due that he could at least get what he wants from them and It wouldn't be that wrong, he always dissappear from peoples lives and it's something he can't control. Hello, Drama Machine...

- 🕯️

#alejandro burromuerto #td alejandro #alejandro total drama #alejandro burromuerto headcanon #td alejandro hcs #total drama headcanons #total drama alejandro #total drama fanart

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chaos-chloe · 18 days ago

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Mezcal Sour - Droid X F!Reader

Summary: Jealousy and Alcohol mixed together can lead to something catastrophic or wil it be fortuitous?

TW: Alcohol, flirting(?), cursing, female pronouns, jealousy, bar/club atmosphere, lmk me know if i missed anything <3

WRD CT: 3.5K

*Hey ____ we are all headin to the club down the street in about 30-45 mins, if you want to come*

*who is all gonna be there*

*Me, Grizzy, Puffer, and yourrrr homeboy, you definitely dont like*

*oh STFU!*

*yes, ill come tho. Ill get ready in 30*

*cool see ya soon*

I threw my phone down to my right side and flopped back on my bed with a huff. I laid there for a few minutes trying to piece a cute outfit together in my head with the clothes I bought for the con. Once I finally figured out what I was going to wear and how I was gonna style it, I got to work. I dug through my messily packed suitcase, grabbed my makeup case, my hair products and headed to the bathroom. I hung my outfit on the back of the bathroom door on hangers to let the heat try to unwrinkle them as much as possible.

After getting my clothes settled I started unpacking my makeup bag and plugged in my hair crimper. Letting my crimper heat up, I get started on my makeup, basic as hell. I know I'm probably going to sweat it off if I do a full glam look. I reached with my right hand for my tinted moisture, and did two pumps in my left hand. Rubbing my hands together, trying to achieve an even amount of product in both hands, my hands separate stretching my hands to my face. I began to gloss the moisture all over my face, after rubbing it in completely I was letting it dry.

I grabbed my black, one shoulder, black velvet textured material shirt and threw it on, so i didn't mess my hair or my “makeup” up. I then went on a seek and find hunt on the counter for my fluffy makeup brush and my Urban Decay nude palette. Once, both items were in my hand, I dipped my brush in the light tannish/brown color and painted my eyelid. Packed the corner of my eyelid with the most pigment then blending it out towards the inner corner of my eyelid, to give it an ombre effect.

When both eyes are done I then grab my waterproof Fenty Beauty mascara and try to volumize these small and thin eyelashes. My___ eyes raked over my face to see if my work was exceptional or needed more effect, I believed I looked good just needed clear lip gloss and my make up was finished.

After applying the tube of Tik Tok shop brand lip gloss, my lips are extra kissable tonight, hopefully. I turned around on my heel to snag my skinny black jeans off the hanger without breaking the cheap plastic. I walked out of the bathroom to my hotel bed to sit on the end, so i wouldn’t have to balance to put on my pants. Now, I got my pants up and went to my carry on which I had my shoes packed.

I did a double take/thoughton which shoes to wear but ultimately I went with my strappy, criss cross black heels with a gold accent on the bridge. This time I balanced myself with my right hand on the wall to put on my left heel and vice versa with the other heel. I tripled checked my outfit and gave myself a pep talk to get my confidence up. I'm thinking tonight might be the night I'm not a pussy.

*BEEP BEEP*

*im headin to your room, 222?

*yes, im almost ready, should be ready when you get here*

*just lettin ya know, that the guys are coming w/ me**

*damn, ugh okay.*

*NOW YOU HAVE ME EXTRA NERVOUS*

*HEY youll be okay, ill play along to see if we can get droid to confess to you ;)*

*now youre in the dog house, your buying me my first drink*

*fine fine, i can do that ;)*

I shook my head at his ridiculously confidence that Droid will confess to me. I ran over to my bag and grabbed my deodorant and perfume and applied where it matters, I NEED to smell good and not like sweat.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

I ran my hands over my outfit to get the sweat and nerves off of me, I let my confidence take over, so I am not a complete mess. I opened the door to see the guys all looking nice.

“Well hello gorgeous, let me walk you to your car.” Droid says with his arm out, I chuckle as I take his arm. Everyone chuckles at Droid playing a gentleman back in the days.

“Good sir, you are aware that we are walking to a club, definitely not driving.” I go with the bit but still keep it real.

“Oh well- I-Erm- Let me walk you to your destination good lady.” Droid stumbles through his sentence, ending it with laughter but still having arms linked together.

We are walking to the elevator with small talk going on throughout the groups, I’m keeping quiet, I look over to Pezzy and he just winks at me. I wink back as he raises an eyebrow at me, Droid catches on to us being silly.

“Wait- What's going on here? Is my fair maiden cheating on me? With a lonely scum?” Droid acts offended at us play flirting

“No, No my good sir. I could never lay my eyes on a lonely scum. My eyes only work for you.” I responded with his humor.

“Ugh, how dare you do this to me?!” Droid keeps the joke going, letting go of my arm pretending to be offended.

I walk out of the elevator laughing and shaking my head. Pezzy catches up to me, since I was the first one off the elevator. Droid, Puffer, and Grizzy are all in their own conversation walking behind us, leaving Pezzy and I to talk about my hopeless crush.

The pulsating bass thumped through the dimly lit nightclub, a hypnotic rhythm that engulfed the crowd. Strobe lights danced across the room, creating a dizzying kaleidoscope of color. Laughter mingled with the music, the sounds faded into a dull roar for me. I leaned against the bar, nursing her drink while casting furtive glances towards Droid.

He was surrounded by a trio of girls, their laughter ringing like chimes against the booming bass. Each of them leaned in closer, their voices rising in pitch, a chorus of flirty teasing that made my blood simmer. One girl, a tall blonde with sparkling blue eyes, tossed her hair back and laughed a little too loudly, her hand brushing against Droid’s arm. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as I watched him smile, his head thrown back in genuine amusement.

My grip on my glass tightened as I forced herself to take a deep breath.

"It's just harmless fun," I told myself, but the whisper of doubt crept in. Was it really just fun? The way they leaned in, the playful nudges, the seemingly endless flow of laughter? Each giggle felt like a tiny dagger, and the more I watched, the tighter the knot in my stomach twisted. Did I really have the confidence to confess anymore?

I turned my gaze to the floor, where clusters of people danced with abandon, illuminated by a flurry of colorful lights. But even in that moment, the joy around me felt hollow. I took a sip of my drink, letting the icy burn of the alcohol sting my throat. I just want to shake off the feeling, to enjoy the night, but every time I glanced back at Droid, my heart plummeted further into the void.

“Hey, you okay?” Pezzy slid up beside me, concern etched across his face.

I forced a smile, masking my insecurities. “Yeah, just... soaking it all in,” I replied, my voice lacking its usual spark of light.

Pezzy followed my line of sight. The trio of girls was still clustered around Droid, their voices overlapping in a playful symphony that made my chest tight.

“I mean, it’s just a night out, right? He’s not going anywhere,” I asked, reaching down into myself for reassurance. Pezzy squeezed my shoulder, knowing Droid, he shook his head yes.

“You know you’re the one he wants to be with,” Pezzy said, a mix of encouragement and irritation in her voice. “Why would he waste his time with them?”

I wish I knew that Pezzy was right. I thought Droid and I had something real, something special—yet watching him shine under those girls’ attention felt like stumbling under a spotlight that I couldn’t escape. Each shared laugh felt like another inch of emotional space carved between us.

Finally, gathering myself resolve, I pushed away from the bar. “I’m going to go talk to him, and possibly put our plan into action.” I declared, trying to inject confidence into my words, even if it felt forced. Pezzy raised an eyebrow, his expression cautious but supportive. Using the fake enhanced confidence that the alcohol gave me, I strut my way to them.

As I neared the group, my heart raced, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I could hear them clearly now—each flirty comment, each teasing remark pierced me. But I refused to be sidelined on my own crush.

“Hey, handsome!” I called out, forcing a smile that was perfectly poised between casual and confrontational. Droid turned, his face lighting up with surprise that quickly melted into warmth. The girls paused, their chatter dwindling as they sized me up with easy curiosity.

“Hey, ____!" Droid's voice was inviting, and despite the tension, Ifelt a small flicker of relief.

I sidled up next to him, my hand settling possessively on his arm. “I thought I’d come check on you,” I said, my voice casual, though my heart raced. The trio exchanged glances, the atmosphere thickening as they silently gauged the shift.

Droid grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Good timing! We were just talking about the wildest things we’ve seen in the club.”

I smiled back, tightening my grip. “Oh, I hope I’m not missing out on any crazy stories. Need someone to help filter through the nonsense?”

The girls exchanged a look, and I could feel the tension palpably shift. Just like that, I stepped into the spotlight—but this time, I wasn't leaving it vacant.

As the strobe lights flickered like fireflies caught in a jar, I felt the energy in the air shift. The laughter of the trio of girls dulled, replaced by a charged silence that hung between them. I stood shoulder to shoulder with Droid, my heart pounding, not just from the music, but from the surge of confidence coursing through me.

The blonde girl, who had been the most animated of the group, arched an eyebrow, her smile faltering for a moment. “Oh, we were just having a little fun,” she said, her tone light but with an undercurrent that hinted at challenge.

“Fun’s good,” I replied, her voice steady and laced with playful defiance. “But I think Droid’s got the best stories. Right, handsome?”

Droid turned to me, his expression softening, and I could see the flicker of appreciation in his eyes. “Yeah, you know it,” he said, a grin breaking free as he leaned closer to I, his body language shifting to indicate that I was his priority.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The girls were evaluating the situation, their playful banter fading as they processed the unspoken challenge I had thrown into the mix. “So what’s the wildest thing you’ve seen tonight?” I prompted, my tone teasing as I addressed the girls, confident in my role as the center of Droid’s universe.

“Oh, you know, just the usual. People dancing on tables, a few questionable outfits,” one of the girls chimed in, her tone shifting to a more inclusive one. “But I think the best part is when someone tries to ride the bull over there.” She gestured toward a group of people erupting in laughter as someone dramatically fell to the floor, arms flailing.

I laughed, the tension between them beginning to dissipate. “Now that sounds like something we need to get on. Don’t you think, Droid?” She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Absolutely!” Droid replied, his enthusiasm infectious. “I’m always down for something new.”

“Count me in!” I said, feeling a surge of exhilaration as I extended my hand to Droid. He took it without hesitation, and together we moved toward the dance floor, the pulsating bass thudding in time with their racing hearts.

The girls trailed behind, their earlier bravado diminished as I and Droid lined up for the fake bull riding. The club was doing a special, where before you “start” riding the bull you can take 1 or 2 shots of liquor being poured into your mouth by one of the bartenders. We walked right up where we could put our names, Droid wrote his name down first but I was distracted with the gorgeous bartender in front of me.

“Hey-um- oh- Lisa, I have a weird request, I used to be a bartender. Is there any way I could pour his shot or two in his mouth? I will even pay extra if needed.” I questioned with persuasiveness, since I had my confidence up might as well do stupid shit.

“Ooo, let me ask my manager, Ronnie, real quick. Be right back, love.” Lisa states walking to the bar calling out to Ronnie.

I turned on my heel looking for the guys, who were all gathered up on the left side of the fence of the bull keeping drunk people out. I strutted my way up to my group of the guys, Pezzy turned his head over his shoulder to look at me. The confusion on his face quickly turned into a devious smirk, he wink at me. Pezzy opened his arm to me, I quickly fell into place under his arm.

“What did you ask, little demon?” Pezzy entertained my plan

“I can possibly give the droid a shot, once he gets on the bull,” I got on my tippy-toes to whisper in his ear, wanting to make sure he heard me over the music.

“Hey, now don't leave me out. What's going on?” Puffer sauntered over to us seeing us scheming together.

“I MIGHT be able to give Droid his shot before he rides the bull.” I explained to Puffer, typing my glass towards Grizzy and Droid deep in their own conversation.

“Oh- There you are, love.” I heard someone say behind me, I let go of Pezzy and spun on my heels. I saw Lisa with a guy. Hopefully it's Ronnie with good/fun news.

“Hi, I’m Ronnie, the manager. I heard you are wanting to give a guy a shot before he gets on the bull, is that right?” He contemplated the plan, his tone giving it away.

“Yes, I’m ____. I used to be a bartender for 4 years, I believe 5 years ago.” I greeted Ronnie, trying to persuade him into letting me do it.

“Okay, good. Yeah, I’m down letting you do it, just know no heels on the inflatable or on the bull.” Ronnie informed me while pointing to my shoes.

“Ah, completely understandable, sir. Is it okay if I take my heels off and do it barefoot?” I try to compromise with him.

“Sounds good to me, Lisa and Hannah are in charge of the bull at the moment so they will oversee you giving your guy the shot.” Ronnie informed me, we shook hands and he dispersed back to the bar. I giggled doing baby jumps in my heels.

“Give us like less than 5 minutes, love, and will call him next.” Lisa informed me with her left hand on my shoulder, walking away to the podium of the sign up sheet.

They get him on the bull, while explaining the rules and how to ride the bull, so you don't completely fly off the bull. As they finish explaining the rules, It looks like Hannah lets him go in a couple of circles to get him going. That's when Lisa comes over with a bottle of Tito’s with a smile and hand gestures to me, to follow her and hurry up.

“Alrighty girl, make sure to take off your heels, when you get up to bull; the head is going to be angled down, so you can hop on there with your knees. Try to use the inflatable barrier as a trampoline to bounce your way up on it. Then, you are going to stand up and push him, however you can or want to, into a laying down position and then pour the shot in his mouth. Sounds good?” Lisa talked me through the plan on how they do it here, as I was undoing my heels. I discarded them at the entrance of the padded inflatable.

“Go get him girly.” Lisa encouraged me as I entered the zone of the bull. I turned my head over my shoulder to her and gave her a smile and wink of appreciation.

“What? ___ what are you doing?” Droid asked me with his eyebrows furrowed at me

I walked up to the bull remembering what Lisa said, I bounced my body onto the bull. Droid had his hand out to me, trying to help me up on the bull. I landed on the bulls neck with my knees, and Droid kept both of his arms open making sure I didn't fall while I tried to stand up. I positioned my right hand on his left shoulder, so I balanced myself enough not to fall on my face. Then, I parked my right barefoot on his chest pushing him back all the way. Motioning my hand all the back on the bull. He is finally in position, relaxed with his mouth opened.

“Okayyy then __.” Droid said, making me smirk and my heart race, as if it was a jump set being played.

I started pouring Tito’s and counting to four, while locking our eyes together; I winked at him with a sultry look.

“OH SHIT. AW SHIT MAN!” “OOOO” “GET EM ___!” I heard the guys screaming on the top of their lungs, over the music.

I stopped pouring the alcohol in Droid mouth, I jumped off the bull handing the bottle over to Hannah. I walked out of the landing zone, and picked my shoes up til I got away from the entrance. I walked over to Pezzy, Puffer, and Grizzy where I was ready for the onslaught of questions from them.

“So how was being dominant for your first time?” Puffer asked right out of the blue, bluntly. I giggled and shook my head, trying to put my heels on.

“When did you get the idea for this, __?” Grizzy asked

“Earlier today, when we were all walking to the bar, Pezzy informed me of it.” I told them shrugging my shoulders. I looked round through my hair as I was hunched over tying my right heel up, I was watching Droid walk up the group. He was on a mission to get his hands on me, I can tell.

“My lady, let me help you. You are looking like Cinderella, with your missing heel.” Droid jokes around with me, he walked up to me and kneeled down on his right knee.

He picks up my left heel, separating the laces not getting them tangled up even more which was even more impressive. He then clasped his hand around my left ankle to lift my foot up to his knee where my heel(shoe) was resting. My foot was in the heel, as he was perfectly criss crossing the laces in an even manner, mirroring my right foot.

“Well Droid, look at you taking care of our own little Cinderella.”Grizzy jokes around, making the guys laugh and me hiding my face turn red.

“Let me steal ___ for a minute.” Droid said, putting my foot back down on the ground. He stood up, outstretching his hand for me to take.

He led us out the dance floor while the music was playing, he took the lead of the dance. Our chemistry is undeniable. The strobe lights illuminated their movements, casting us in shades of electric blue and hot pink, as laughter and music swirled around us.

As the dance took off, it was a playful chaos of flailing limbs and exaggerated moves. The crowd cheered, and I found myself lost in the moment, the earlier insecurities fading into the backdrop of the vibrant nightclub. I stole glances at Droid, who was in his element, and I felt a warmth blooming in my chest.

As the music swelled and the crowd erupted in cheers, I caught Droid’s eye. We exchanged a look, one that said more than words ever could. It was a silent promise, a reassurance that we were in this together, and that nothing could shake the foundation we are going to build together.

The night wore on, the bass thumping like a heartbeat, and for the first time, I felt truly free, dancing not just to the music, but to the rhythm of my own confidence.

#frouse #pezzy #bigpuffer #elasticdroid #fanfic #frog house #grizzy #twitch streamer x reader #youtuber x reader #clooless podcast #clooless x reader #clooless #long reads #fanfication #chaos chloe #grizzy x y/n #Elasticdroid x reader #Elasticdroid #Elasticdroid x you

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dabisbratz · 6 months ago

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Oh, I just have to ask this. No need to reply if you don't want to! (˶˃⤙˂˶)~♡

What are your favourite beauty products—skincare, makeup, or even scents? Just curious; your taste seems so very beautiful! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

eee !! mso glad y’asked !! hehe thank you!!

mkaymkay for scents n hygiene. . . first !! aveeno oatmeal infused n unscented soap n bodywash ( great for sensitive skin !! ), brown sugar body scrub ( for exfoliation ! ) , n then native coconut n vanilla body wash (not. t’get clean !! for fragrance only !!) . . n then after m’shower i use unscented aveeno lotion, warm vanilla sugar lotion, vanilla body oil (or sometimes baby oil!!), warm vanilla sugar perfume, n unscented dove deodorant. . (men’s!) f’anyone has any long lastin vanilla fragrances would love t’hear em !!

for makeup !! (eeee mfavorite question !!! ) i start with vaseline n sunscreen ( have sensitive skin, so spf instead of primer !!), n lately vbeen usin milani foundation (shade 13. . .) but da undertones are kinda orange-red? s’lightweight on mskin tho !! maybelline’s fit me foundation (silicone) s’sosososo good !! right now v’switched to water bases instead of silicone!! so fyoud prefer silicone.. go with that !! n e way, milani concealer (used t’use elf camo concealer—silicone), n then wet n wild banana loose settin powder !! f’youre black, doesn’t leave an ugly, bright flashback or make ylook ashy !! i swear by it !! pressed powder gives me weird sometimes creases so . if mfeelin super glam i’ll do natural falsies but !! m’eyelashes are already long sooo.. light mascara ! n then lip oil instead of lip gloss !! s’not sticky n it smells sooo good (usually mango, coconut, or honey scent !!) from kiss new york !!

#𐂯 ! ⊹ 𝓉𝑜𝓎𝒷𝑜𝓍 — aechrasa ᵎᵎ ₊˚

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weixuldo · 1 year ago

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Linecook Anakin HCs

pleaseeee i cannot get this idea out of my mind (maybe i’m just tryna romanticize my job lol) also lemme just say this list is hella unorganized ( just like my brain lol)

warnings: cursing, ani is a typical horny young adult, smoking; weed

Muscular arms, veins!!

Beautiful blue eyes look up at the screen to see the next meal prep (you imagine those same eyes looking up at you like that if you ever get him on his knees)

He always finds something to compliment you on (even though there’s not much room for expression due to the standard comply uniform)

He’s almost always working cause he wants money and honestly doesn’t mind the atmosphere of the kitchen.

Plus weed isn't cheap and he likes to smoke :)

On breaks you’ll often see him out back smoking a cig or a vape (depending on his mood).

“You know that stuff is bad for you right?”

“Yea, i dont really give a shit tho”

You roll your eyes, “well don’t tell me I didn’t warn you when you’re carrying around an oxygen tank in thirty years”

He sent a play sad face your way and exclaimed “That’s so sweet, you’re looking out for my health”

“You’re so full of shit Skywalker” you say as you go back inside.

Though, after that encounter you notice he started to chew a lot more gum and smoke a lot less

He flirts with other waitresses too, but you are definitely his favorite

Reaches stuff on the top shelf when you can't.

“Need some help princess?”

Winks at you from behind the window

Before you got to know him, you were a little afraid of him

He’s honestly so good at his job that it’s scary- he rarely messes up an order and if it's messed up it’s usually ‘cause someone rang it in wrong.

He’d be messing around one minute then barking orders at people when it got busy- he was always so focused on whatever he was doing whether it be cooking the meat, tossing salads, making desserts, etc

You used to see him roll his eyes or talk shit to other waitresses when they didnt do something right.

“There’s a button for that ya know-”

“You didn’t tell me no onions”

“Ring it in if he wants it that way- I got too many orders to keep up with the shit you’re tellin’ me”

But he seems to be nicer to you…

“Hey Ani- could I get no tomatoes on this please”

“Sure thing, sweetheart”

“There’s my favorite girl” he says when you walk into the back.

Some servers get jealous of his blatant favoritism (he takes longer on their orders when they’re nasty to you)

The other cooks get along with him fine

You can often find them goofing around in the back

But they think he’s waaaaay too handsome for his own good.

“Why you workin’ here when you could be on the cover of a magazine?”

“He’s here cause Skywalker’s got terrible manners and no game” another cook laughed.

“the fuck I dont” Anakin responded as the rest of the cooks all laughed along.

His coworkers like to tease him when they see how flirty he gets when you come around.

Nicknames include: “Pretty boy”, “player”, “heartthrob”

The heat of the appliances mixed with the rush of the night end up giving him a sheen of sweat and a warm blush to his pretty face.

Ngl, this man would get greasy by the end of the night…

Dried food, condiments,and oils staining his black shirt

By the end of the shift he would have a lingering smell of char from the grill as well as a combined smell of all the food in the kitchen and his own musk from his sweat.

But the blend of labored scents mixed with his cheap cologne and deodorant made for an oddly enticing aroma.

You would joke with him during closing about how bad he smelled, though deep down you knew you liked it.

“Yea, well we can’t all be in the front smelling like daisies and sunshine” he joked.

He thought you smelled nice? You had worked a full day too- there was no way.

You insisted you didn’t smell much better than him but he shook his head, “nah princess, I could breathe you in all day”

That may have been a little creepy coming from anyone else, but it was anakin… the hottest guy in the restaurant, the talented cook, the guy you had a huge crush on.

He’ll saunter into the back while you’re rolling your silverware and chat with you

“Ugh, I’m so ready to ge the fuck outta here” he sighs.

“Tell me about it, today has been so long”

“Have you atleast made decent money?”

“Yeah”

He laughs

“What’s so funny?”

“I don’t know why I even asked if you made good money- I should know the answer to that when talking to a girl with such a pretty face,” he says, before slipping back into the kitchen, leaving you with a heavy blush.

He loves when you’re on ice for side work because the ice machine is right by him in the kitchen

He likes to watch your ass as you bend down to shovel the ice- if he’s lucky he catches a glimpse of your lacy panties as they ride up your hips.

When it’s not busy he carries the bucket for you and revels in all of your adorable “thank you’s”

His least favorite side work for you is when you are assigned to the front house because that means you’ll be spending most of the night in the dining area rather than in the back with him.

Asks what you’re doing on your day off.

“Probably gonna get high with some friends”

His eyes widened, “you smoke?!”

“Occasionally”

“Weren’t you the one who told me i’d be toting around an oxygen tank?” he quipped and you rolled your eyes.

“Chill out pretty boy, I mainly just do eddies”

“And you never told me this?!” he grabbed at his heart with a dramatic expression.

With the new info he spends the next few days working up the nerve to ask you to smoke with him sometime.

Lucky for him, you’re closing on Saturday and so is he.

After you check out all of the other servers and do your side work, you head to your car but Anakin calls your name before you leave the kitchen.

He invites you to hot box in his car before you go and to his surprise you agree (you had a rough night, so why not? plus he is your crush after all)

You get into his car and unbutton your top a bit, it was hot in the restaurant today.

He turns on the AC and steals a glance at the lacy bra you have on.

After passing around a blunt the two of you are getting up there; maybe it’s the delirium or maybe it’s the weed, but he is looking finer than ever

you can’t help but hold the blunt between your fingers as you lean across the center console and press your lips against his

he sucks in a breath in surprise before he returns the action.

soon you’re on his lap, grinding on his growing bulge as he runs his strong hands through your hair and all along your body

tbh, you don’t even care that you have open shift tomorrow- this is worth being sleepy

#anakin is so hot #line cook anakin #anakin needs a hug #hcs #anakin hcs #anakin x fem reader #anakin x reader #anakin #star wars #star wars x reader #anakin x you #restraunt #restraunt au

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kozumaguchi · 2 years ago

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Jujutsu Kaisen Smells

Navi

Ft. Most of JJK, sorry if I missed one of your favs (💜)

Warnings - Unintentional slander of some of your favs, I swear I love JJK.

Yuuji - Yuuji doesn't smell bad per say, he just sweats a lot since he's very active. He doesn't smell strong ever, the only thing that do are his feet... But those are usually covered.

Megumi - He owns cologne, body wash, face wash, and many packs of gum. He's always minty fresh, not overbearing but instead like a mint flavored chapstick.

Nobara - She's overly analytical of herself, so she would be petrified if she smelled bad in public, you won't catch her slipping she's always smelling like tutti fruity jelly beans.

Gojo - He's good at everything he does, so to top it all off he doesn't even try to smell good he just does. He smells like strawberries and cream, and some hate how he doesn't seem to have a flaw.

Nanami - Pencils and fresh books, he just does don't fight me on it because I will win. He may dabble in some light cologne if it's a special occasion however.

Maki - She doesn't really care how she smells, she doesn't think about it. That's why she doesn't have much of a scent at all, she washes her face, wears deodorant, and calls it a day. The only noticeable smell is her citrus scented shampoos that she uses.

Yuta - During JJK 0 he 100% smelled like axe spray... But got called out by Maki and fixed his mistakes. He know smells like cinnamon and firewood.

Inumaki (My husband) - I love him... But he is definetly not a flower and the books confirmed this. He most likely smells like gas stations and soup at best, it's not disgusting but not something people get candles of.

Panda - Smells like fresh grass and summer days or a wet dog if he's caught in the rain. Sometimes he will smell like soup thanks to Inumaki feeding him whatever is for dinner.

Sukuna - Blood, a bit of dead body, but mostly a strong blood scent... Kinda smells like period blood but nobody asks.

Mahito - Smells like hand sanitizer and really overbearing soap, he smells too clean, too the point it's a bit much. Oddly enough his hair smells really bad because he doesn't take care of it.

Geto - Geto smells like dark chocolate with a hint of red wine, he smells expensive which he uses to his advantage if need be. It for some reason lures people in easily.

Todo - Todo smells like protein shakes, Sweat, axe, and orange juice all at the same time. It's a lot but it's not terrible, the dominant smell truly depends on the scenario.

Mai - She uses beautiful perfumes (sometimes over uses), and her hair smells like pineapple even if she is using shampoo that smells nothing like it.

Noaya - Shit he smells like shit because he is a peice of shi- (He actually smells like freshly vacuumed carpet but I hate him so...)

Toji - cum Toji smells like cheap cologne, gasoline, dirt, and rainy days. He smells like a sugar daddy without actually being one because he's broke... So I guess he's just a daddy (He failed at being that too tho... Just saying).

Shoko - She smells like whiskey and cigarettes, mostly cigarettes but that should be assumed.

Ijichi - depression Ijichi smells like a new car, and a fresh basement. He smells like nice cars because he takes care of his very often too make sure its perfect.

Junpei - He used to smell like apple pie and popcorn, thanks to visiting theatres so often. His smell was comforting and captured his sweet nature perfectly.

Miwa - Miwa smells like fresh cookies and wooden stoves, she smells really good and has been complimented on it before. (She blushed for quite a few days after it.)

Rika - Rika smelled like fresh daisies and the first days of winter, her smell was pure just like her soul and heart.

Yoshinobu - He definetly smells like an old man, take that as either moth balls and drug stores, or beef and farts. Either one could suit him.

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letswrites · 5 months ago

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LN- All roads lead to you

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Masterlist

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Omg, the next one is the last already! I think you all will want to kill me cause of the end heheheh

No spoilers, tho. Enjoy the current chapter :)

Disclaimer: it contains smut!!

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Chapter 7: Suzuka

October, 8th, 2022 (classification day)

Suzuka International Racing Course, Suzuka, Mie, Japan.

She had her eyes on the shots that were taken "It looks so good" "Thanks" she smiled at Louis "I'm in love with these lens" "I see it. You're in love with the model as well" she blushed "I'm not" "Really? Cause he seems to be the star of your photoshoot" she put the camera down "Was it too obvious" "Just if someone watched you from very close" "Good" "Anyway, I can't wait to reveal them" "Yeah, me too!" Louis smiled "I will meet up with Damian, see you in Amsterdam?" "Yeah, will be there in a couple of days" "Great! Good to see you again" he held her hand between his like a sandwich "Lovely to see you too, Lou" he gave her a quick hug "Take care of those babies" she grinned "As my own life" "Oh, dear Lord, I rather you look after the photos as it was the drivers's life" he joked making she laugh "Oh, shut up" he smiled "Bye bye, sweetheart" "Bye, Louis" and he left.

She turned to her camera and decided to give one more look at her photographs. "The model" Louis teased her about was, of course, the papaya team driver: Lando Norris. She smiled at the photos of him, out of the McLaren, wearing his suit and helmet, inside his car waiting for the green light, crossing the black and white flag... "How can someone be so cute?" she asked herself, almost forgetting she was angry with him. She was about to give herself some lecturing when felt a warmth on her back. She knew who it was. The black and orange on the arms of the jack around her shoulders and the smell of male deodorant denounced the species standing behind her. His low, soft voice with the characteristic British accent on her ear confirmed what was already known "Someone is very focused" "It's impossible to concentrate when you're around" "Really?" she felt the smile growing on his face without needing to look at him "Yeah. My heart can't find a normal pace and I blame you only" he chuckled "You have a very good looking model" "Yes, I do" "Thanks, fangirl" he kissed her cheek, she blushed.

"How are you?" "Could be better" "Why?" "Could be away from you" She turned to the side, getting rid of his arms to look at his face, he was not happy with her comment "You're not happy to see me?" "Why would I be?" "Because you lo..." she cut him "Why would I be happy to see a liar?" he frowned "Because he'd like to take you out" She arched an eyebrow "Again with this subject?" "Yes, have dinner in Tokyo with me tonight" She kept silent "Pretty please?" he pouted. She kept her mouth shut "Come on, I'm trying to make things right" "I still don't like what you did to me" "What exactly?" "Do you really want me to list?" "NO! Please don't do that" he took a deep breath "What can I do to you agree with going out with me again?" 'undo the past and not be an asshole in the first place' she thought. "I don't want to have dinner with you" he looked at his feet, he deserved that, maybe he should leave her alone:

'I'm not committing the same mistake again'.

His own words echoed in his head, then looked at her "What do you want to do with me instead?" "Nothing" "Don't be so harsh" she sighed "I want to see the Sakuras" "The cherry blossoms?" "Yes" "I don't know where to find cherry blossoms in Tokyo this time of the year" he thought for a second "But I can solve that" "I don't want to see them with you" "That's not my problem, we're going together" she blinked "You are very cheeky, aren't you" "You only noticed now?" she chuckled. He smiled, he made her express happiness "So?" "Text me where and when" he smiled again, even fully "Okay! Great" "Do you still have my number?" "Guess, so. How about you?" he grabbed his phone to check "No" she lied, she still had. He called her. Damn. "Save it again, then. You're going to need it from now" "I can do it later" "Why?" "Cause I want to" he smiled, cheekily "You still have my number, don't you?" "No, I don't" "So let me see your phone" "What?! No!" "Let me see it" he stepped forward, bodies apart only for her camera hanged on her neck. She froze. He stretched his arm, sliding his hand from her back to her lowback till reached her phone in the back pocket of her jeans maintaining eye contact the whole time. She wanted to pull him away from her. "Who the fuck does he think he's? With witch right he thinks he can do that?" she thought, without being able to move, as he was a hypnosis trick. The phone call had already ended, he looked at the iPhone screen:

'Lando 🧡

Missed call'

"Aww, an orange heart" She took her phone from his hand, aggressively and stepped back "Give me that back!" he giggled "You're so cute" "Stop!" "Will add a heart on yours as well" "No need to" "But I..." "I must go now, Lando" "Wait!" he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his torso, giving her a tight hug. She let them enjoy it for a few moments before pulling away from him and walking away "I text you" but he got no answer "Where the fuck will I find cherry blossoms in Tokyo in freaking autumn?" he unlocked his phone and started to search for it.

Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan

He was waiting outside her hotel, where he told her he was going to pick up her.

"My hotel?" she asked when he called her 4 hours after their meeting at the circuit "Yes, I'm a gentleman. I'll pick you up at your place... Or at least your temporary place" she giggled "Fine. I text you the address" "Great! Hum... how long do you take to get ready?" "Be here at 6:30" "18:30, right?" "Yes, dork" "Okay"

At that moment it was 6:28 PM and his heart was skipping beat after beat like that was their first date ever. 1 more minute passed and his stomach started to squirm, he felt like the teenage boy he was a few years later, getting excessively nervous only to think about being near to a beautiful girl. He looked at his watch again it was 6:30 PM already, would she be late? He took a deep breath and when he was about to exhale, he felt a soft touch on his shoulder. When he turned, he found a pretty lady wearing light ripped jeans, a white tank top with red hearts on it, slip-on checkered Vans, a twilight green sweatshirt, and a bright coming out from her aura. "Very punctual, lady" "Yes, I am" "How can you look breathtaking even wearing those clothes?" "What's wrong with them?" "Nothing, they just..." he took a second to appreciate the girl in front of him "Are not fancy for a date" She looked at him, wearing the same pieces of clothes she was: jeans, a t-shirt, casual sneakers, and a hoodie. "Hypocrite" he grinned "And this is not a date, we're just going to see the Sakuras" "Well, for me this's a date. A second first date" she raised an eyebrow, then chuckled "Alright. Shall we go?" "Yes, sure. Oh!" he cleaned his throat "This is for you" he took a single red rose from behind his back. She smiled and grabbed it "Thank you" he smiled back and offered his arm to her, but she refused "I still don't trust you, Mr. Norris".

They were at Shinjuku Gyoen, a beautiful park in Tokyo in Shinjuku near Shibuya. As they walked in the park, they talked about twilight "So, you are a twilight fangirl?" "Yes, I am" "Are you a vampire or werewolf girl?" "I like Edward" "Which of them is Edward?" "Robert Pattinson" he looked clueless "Vampire" "Really?" "Yes, I like the pale, emo, mysterious guys" "Do you think I would be a vampire or a werewolf?" she inspected him, surgically "Probably the vampire" "Why are you offending me?" "You asked me! Why? Do you think you could be a werewolf?" "Perfectly!" he said incredulously "Okay" "Okay?" "If you think so" "You're being mean" she closed her eyes to laugh and when she opened them, she almost cried. When she opened her eyes, she saw a corridor of Sakuras, all lighted up. There were Sakura projections on the grass, near the trees themselves. She uncrossed her arms "Wow..." she mumbled "This... this is..." he smiled "This is so damn beautiful!" "How..." she looked at him "How did you find it? I mean, I thought I wouldn't be able to see Sakuras this time of the year but... you freaking made it" "These are winter cherry blossoms" he paused to think "Fuyu..." he struggled with the Japanese word a little "Fuyuzakura. Which means winter Sakura. They have white petals, but the pink lights emulate the original ones" "Amazing" her eyes had a bright that he didn't know if it was from the reflection of the lights or if she was actually emotional about it. "This has been my dream since I was 8, and I saw it in Memoirs of a Geisha with my brother" "Seeing the cherry blossoms?" "Yes" "So I am making your dream come true?" "Apparently, yes" she said nonchalantly while they walked through the park. "Hum... Don't you think is weird that it's so empty here? I mean, it's such a beautiful place" "Well, that might be because I paid them..." "You what!?!" "This is a festival that happens mid-November. It's called, hum... NAKED festival. But it's October and we are here now, so I paid them for doing this" he gestured "Exclusively for tonight..." She was holding the air and she didn't even try to "You... Paid?" "Yes, you wanted to see the cherry blossoms" "How... how much money you have paid? It must have been a lot" she covered her face with her hands "Omg! I wanted to annoy you but now I'm so embarrassed!". He smiled, she was so cute "Hey" he took her hands off her face "It doesn't matter. You wanted to see the cherry blossoms, I made it happen" she looked into his eyes "I don't know what to say" "So don't say anything. Just enjoy" he smiled and she smiled back "Okay".

Shijuku, Tokyo, Japan.

They walked back to Shibuya in silence "Thanks" "Hum?" "For the Sakuras" "It was nothing" she nodded. "So. Heard it's your birthday soon" he started. She smirked, then looked at him "I wonder how you know so much about me. Cause I don't tell you about myself unless you ask, and you don't ask much" he gulped "I have no idea what you are talking about" "You always say Charles told you, but I don't think he actually does it" he looked at her "Don't you trust me?" "Well..." she moved her gaze forward "Trust more on him than on you. That's for sure" he chuckled looking forward as well "So how it's to almost be 25?" she locked her gaze on his and crossed her arms, then made a long pause before she started to talk again, like she was looking for clues in his eyes "Are you googling me?" he laughed "You're googling me!" She accused him while he continued to laugh "He is googling me, everybody!" she said to a group of people passing by them on the street "How did you get to this conclusion?" "No one knows I'm actually 24. When people ask me how old I am I always ask them 'how old do you think I am?' and when they guess, I say 'something in this range' but never really tell the truth. I think not even Lewis knows my real age. Plus I haven't ever told you about it" "Fine. It's a valid hypothesis" "Not a hypothesis, a conclusion" "Hypothesis, cause I'm not admitting anything" "Of course you're not". She kept silent for a few seconds before saying "Coward" "Hey!" she smiled "Yeah, my birthday is next week by the way" "What are you planning?" "Probably going out to dinner with a few friends" "That sounds good" "Yeah, don't want anything too big" "You and your friends only?" she raised an eyebrow "Are you inviting yourself to my birthday dinner?" "I said nothing" she laughed "If you want to be invited be a man and ask, bro" "I'm not going to ask if I can go to your birthday dinner!" "Okay" "Okay, then" silence again "But can I?" she smirked "I'll think about it, Landoboy" "Don't call me Landoboy" "Fine" she looked at her right and saw an ice cream shop "Look!" she pointed "What's it?" "Ice cream" "Wanna have it?" "Yes! But wouldn't that be bad for your diet?" "It can be our secret" she giggled "Alright".

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"What flavor do you want?" she hummed "Passion fruit! In the cone, please" she said like a child. He smiled "Passion fruit in the cone it's, then" "What about you?" he thought a bit "Same as yours" she smiled, reminiscing at the night they met when he asked her what she was drinking and picked the same as hers. "There you go, lady" "Thanks". She moaned at the taste of the passion fruit on her tongue "Do you like it" she nodded affirmatively "I really like it" he giggled "Why is it called passion fruit?" she asked "I don't know" "Do you feel passionate when you eat it?" he swallowed the ice cream and hesitantly answered "I... do feel passionate right now" she smiled "Me too" she stepped closer to him and touched his hand "Hey, Lando" "Yes?" "Can you kiss me right now?" he smiled "Yes, I can" then with one hand, held her jaw and approached his lips to hers till they touched. It was a soft kiss, to remind their lips how it was, that small peck in London at her front door wasn't enough. While his lips were busy being happy, his mind wished he could blame a yellow, sour, calming fruit for his feelings. When they parted, she sucked her bottom lip to extract any flavors of him which had been left on it. "Would you like to visit my hotel room?" she asked "You are asking me to..." he cut himself before she changed her mind "Yes, of course, I'm going anywhere with you tonight" "Will you?" "Yeah" "Anywhere?" "Anywhere" "I like that" "I know you do" she smiled "Okay, let's go" she extended her hand to him, he took it and enlaced their fingers while they walked in Shibuya streets.

Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan

Hotel Sulata, Room 304

The night finished with them laying shoulder to shoulder at this hotel bed. Talking. Only talking. "So my father, who basically raised me, said I was too young for that. And then I went to Amsterdam to spend a few days with my mother, I asked her if I could, and she said it was fine so I did it" "Did your father find out?" "Of course he did" "What happened?" "He couldn't do anything. Except grounding me" he chuckled "Seems he wasn't too angry with you. I mean, he just grounded you" "He was angry but mostly disappointed..." she paused "At that time I thought 'f it! I always obeyed my parents, never drank, smoked, tried drugs, dated, and haven't become pregnant..." he laughed "I just wanted a damn butterfly tattoo it wasn't anything satanic, you know? So I just passed through his rules" "Do you regret the tattoo?" "Not the tattoo, but the way I got it. I love my tattoos, all of them, but now I'm older, I hate the fact I disrespected my father to have this one, so..." "Don't feel like that, it's past" "I know" she cleaned her throat "How about you? Any tattoos?" "Nah" "Boring" "Where are your tattoos?" "Ribs, back, right buttcheck, and clavicle" he widened his eyes "And you won't let me see them?" "Not without an exchange" "I grant a wish of yours" "Anything?" "Anything" "Fine" she knelt on the mattress and stripped down her clothes, slowly, teasingly, first the white tank top, then brushing her fingers down the ripped jeans, not touching her underwear. His eyes didn't leave her any second. She showed him 3 butterflies on the clavicle, a dragon on the back, a rose on the ribs, and a 'bite me' on the glute.

"You are so hot. Fuck" he said in a low tone, almost with a heavy, hard breath. She blushed, smiling shyly "Thanks" "What about your wish?". She moved closer, and placed one hand under his t-shirt, feeling the heat of his body warm her to her core down. He shivered with her touch and he could feel his blood flowing to his too. His hands reached hers, caressing her fingers over the fabric. Her gaze found his and he knew already that she wanted the same things he wanted to happen. She whispered in his ear in a sexy tone "Do what my bum says" she was referring to the 'bite me' tattoo which, in her defense, was made when she was drunk. He smirked and soon, his fingers pushed his t-shirt and ripped it away from his body. She swallowed hardly "So handsome" she thought. "Stop eating me with your eyes" she looked at his face "Guess I will start hitting the gym too" he laughed "You have this body without hitting the gym?" "I do pilates" " It works very well" she smiled, directing her attention back to his chest. He brushed his fingertips over the ink "I could bite every centimeter of you" he bit her cheek, softly. She laughed "It's so good to listen to your laugh". They smiled at each other before Lando grabbed her thighs and laid her on the mattress "Especially if it's because of me" then he dipped down to kiss her. They stood there making out for a few minutes before she felt something against her belly, she slid her hand down to confirm her suspect. He moaned with her act getting even harder, then stopped kissing her "Heya! Come back here!" she demanded but he didn't respond, just knelt on the mattress and unzipped his black jeans, ripping them off his body, she could see even better the boner through his white underwear. He hadn't said anything since she caressed his cock, and since then felt like his energy switched to a controlling, possessive, rough man. And she was right, cause he grabbed her by the waist and turned her to face the mattress, he caressed her round bum before biting it as she asked for it, and she giggled. He pushed down to whisper in her ear "You taste delicious, now I'm going to shag you, if that's okay by you" "Shag me?" she giggled, he rolled his eyes "Fuck you, is that better?" "Yes. And please, do it" she pleaded, and as soon as she consented to him he pressed his penis between her legs. She moaned, as much needy as he was. He pushed up and unclipped her bra, she turned to face him, freeing herself of the bra. He dipped down to suck her nipples causing her to moan again, then he stopped and lifted his body to look into her eyes and said in an authoritarian tone "I want you to suck me" She wined "Wasn't you going to shag me?" she said mocking the British slang "I'll but I want to have this image of you craved in my mental drive forever before" she smirked and teased him "Kinky" before she stepped out of bed and knelt on the floor. He stood before her, she looked up and their gaze met. Something was telling her he wasn't going to blink not even once during the blowjob. She placed her hands on his hamstrings and started to run it upward till the hem of his underwear to strip him. She gulped when she was face to face with his penis, she had already seen it before but had not been so close to it, she wrapped one hand around it and slid it up and down a few times, she could feel his body reacting even tho nothing left his lips "Why men can't moan more frequently? It would make things even hotter" she asked "Want me to moan for you?" "It would be nice" he chuckled "Will think about it". Then, she licked the tip, one lick at a time, slowly, teasingly, intending to make him go crazy with that. It was working, cause he grabbed her hair and was about to force into her mouth, but she didn't let him "I'll do it my way" he loosened the grip on her hair, letting things go how she wanted to. She rubbed the tip with her thumb, then put it into her mouth, still slowly, he moaned.

She made some effort to put it all into her mouth, she almost made it. Then she started to move forward and backward at a rhythmic pace, when it hits her throat, she grabbed his ass and squeezed it, he gripped her hair again, clearly suppressing his pleasure sounds.

It came to a point where he couldn't take it anymore, he obligated himself to speak and tell her to stop, she looked up at him and cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand. She could tell he was burning in luxury at that moment "Stand up" he demanded, and she obeyed "You know how much damage it caused on my brain?" "You seem to be enjoying it" "More than that" she smirked. He switched places with her and threw her on the mattress, climbing it till he was on top of her "Are you ready for me, princess?" She nodded, almost in desperation, he was torturing her with the wait and was receiving pleasure, while she was only turning even horny, not fair at all. "Good" he aligned himself and filled her with him. He enlaced their fingers, not allowing her to take much control.

They could feel the electromagnetism between their bodies so strong they could almost literally make sparkles. He started to thrust. First, the tip only, put in and out, making her go crazy like she had done with him before "Lando..." She mumbled "Please" he smirked, sweet revenge. "Hold on, baby" he watched her contort herself of neediness, hearing her sweet moans filling his ears, then thrust deeply, giving her what they both needed. She wrapped her legs around his torso, so he could go even deeper but honestly, if he thrusted even deeper, he would pierce her cervix and end up in her uterus. The feeling of her around him and her moans, made it almost impossible for him to suppress his owns so when it came out, he kissed her. Even so, he moaned during the kiss which made her smile, the effect they had on each other was breathtaking.

Involuntarily, she contracted around his length. Pure bliss to both of them. He felt astonished, it felt like a soft hug from a fluffy thing. She noted and contracted intentionally, causing him to cum not too much after her act. The feeling of him filling her drove her to a third contraction, an involuntary one, blasting into her own orgasm.

When he took himself out of her, he laid on her side and that time had no pillow talk, he just pulled her body close, dried some sweat from her forehead, and pressed her against his chest, holding her tight. How could he ever let her go?

It was a little past 10 PM when he decided to jump off the bed and hit a convenience store he had seen earlier. He needed something to drink, juice was a good call "Which flavor she would like? Maybe she rather iced tea" he remembered of Woking "She drank iced tea that day. But which one is tea?" while he was talking to himself, struggling with the Japanese, and staring at the options in the fridge, he heard a few giggles, it came from two Japanese girls. He looked at them, one had pink locks and tons of glitter on her face, and the other one had green clips on her hair which matched with her skirt. Both were very cute, and they seemed to know who he was, f1 driver privilege.

The girls decided to approach and in bad english, the one with pink hair asked him "Excuse me, are you, Lando Norris?" "Yes, I am" they giggled between each other "Shouldn't you be sleeping for tomorrow's race?" "Maybe, but I am thirsty" "You are so cute" "Hey, you are girls! Tell me something, which of these would you pick?" they looked at where he pointed "Green grape" "Orange". Good. They helped a lot. "Which one someone who likes passionfruit would like?" "Probably something sour" "Like lemon". Godamn, that girl really liked green! Then he had an epiphany "Pink lemonade! Which one is pink lemonade?" he kept struggling with the hiragana "I got you" "Get an apple one too, please" the pink-haired lady reached to the bottles, and when she was giving them to Lando, their fingers touched. He looked at her "You know..." her hand moved to his chest, rubbing it up and down "...We've already heard about your reputation. We also heard you are single now. We are single too. Both of us" he gulped, thinking about what he could do with the duo, at the same time. Then, he remembered the girl he left sleeping in the hotel room. So, he stepped back and cleaned his throat "Sorry ladies, but the only 2 things I'm taking with me from this store are the juice bottles. Thanks for the help, and have a good night. Bye bye" he ran to the cashier "SIGN MY BOOBS!" the girl who was in green shouted, receiving a poke from her friend. The owner of the store looked with a deadly look at the girls, Lando suppressed his laugh and as soon as his card was approved, he left.

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During his way back that scene kept replaying in his head. He sighed, he was a single man, and if he wanted to flirt, he could. He entered the room. She was still sleeping while he slipped over the night. He chuckled "Deja vu" then walked toward the bed, leaned forward, and kissed her forehead. She woke up "You are awake" he said "So do you" she rubbed her eyes "What's going on?" "I went out. To buy us juice" she smiled "If you wanted to slip away, I would only notice by the morning" "But I'm here" "Thankfully" he smiled "Is everything okay?" "Yes, why wouldn't it be?" "I don't know, you seem shocked" she sat on the bed and opened her juice "I... when I was in the store, two girls came hit on me" "Really?" "Yes, but I turned them down" "That's good"

"Guess so, but I..." he paused "I just... felt weird" she nodded and leaned to kiss his cheek "I'm proud of you. You'll get used to it" "Yeah, probably yeah" she sipped her juice "I must go back to my hotel, have 5.807 kilometers to go through tomorrow" "Very specific... But, yeah, sure! Go get rest" he leaned to peck her lips "See you tomorrow?" "If my wishes come true" he winked "Good! Bye, Lando" "Bye bye" he grabbed his juice and left room 304, full of doubts in his mind 'What if I don't want to get used to it?'.

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mommypieck · 2 years ago

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Hii!! I was wondering if you could write what you think each of the AOT boys would smell like, or what kind of scent they would wear (Jean, Connie, Eren, Armin, Floch) or whatever boys you want to do- it’s up to u 😘🫶

eren

he wears random cheap deodorants so he smells like every guy his age. although he isn't afraid to invest in more expensive cologne when going somewhere fancy. that means 100+ dollar ones. his natural smell isn't bad at all and he smells pretty manly (if u know what i mean). he's the type of guy to smell good even after workout or gym class. i bet you could smell weed and cigarettes on his clothes when you hug but he makes sure to mask any unpleasant smell.

armin

i honestly don't think he would wear any colognes or deodorants with strong smell. he probably used a salt deodorant that does the job but doesn't smell. and when he needs cologne, he just asks his friends. he always smells after something he does. so when he bakes cookies - he smells like cookies and when he drinks coffee - he smells like coffee (he quickly realizes that he has to chew some gum after drinking coffee). also i feel like he would love levander and put those little herb pillows under his pillow.

jean

he's pretty similar to eren but he had longer smell journey. at first he would only wear old spice but he realized that colognes are better. he likes the ones that aren't too expensive but smell very expensive. he doesn't like when his deodorants smell too much so he rather goes for calm smells like cinnamon or vanilla. also smokes cigarettes but absolutely can't stand cigarette smell so he always has dilemma whether he should smoke because he'll have to wash them right after.

connie

let's get one thing straight, he wears the best smelling colognes out of everyone. he doesn't like to spend much money, but he's ready to invest in more expensive colognes any time. sometimes he sprays too much tho that you can smell him from the other room... the only good thing is that the cologne smells good. although a bad thing is that he smokes shit ton of weed and alike jean he never washes his clothes... and that's the main reason why he sprays too much.

floch

he wears the most basic deodorants and doesn't really like colognes. he believes that smelling good is the most important part and doesn't get why he should wear different smells for different occasions. but he always smells good so i guess it works. he hates when his breath smells bad and he always has gum on him, but only chews fruit flavored ones. that's why his breath smells like cotton candy all the time. his natural smell is pretty sweet too so it fits.

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 1 year ago

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babe, first of all, I hope you doing well 🥰 and second, but not least important, i'll do love if write some toxic fluffy whith jack, where, after a argument, she hurts or puts herself in dangerous just to get revenge, but nothing really serius happens to her, they reconizing they're not in a helth reletionship, but they gonna try to be better for eachother, you also can add some smut if you like, but this is not part of the request. hope you liked the idea, but if you don't, let me know

xoxo

My dearest anon...this is a lot of things but not exactly fluffy and I'm sorry if I went too hard on it but toxic Jack Thurlow had me short circuiting 😵‍💫😵‍💫

The Pain Remains

Summary: This time you really lost the plot for good and now all you can do is to clean up your act.

Pairing: Jack Thurlow x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Content Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! 18+!, Grim Dark Smut, Active Self Harm, Jealousy, Borderline Very Toxic Relationship, Two Idiots In Love Trying To Do Better, It's Very Mentally Ill In Here, Mutual Substance Abuse, Very Shitty Coping Mechanisms, Strong Hints Towards Sex Addiction, Mentions Of Public Sex, Angsty As Fuck, Positive Ending, Tho 🙆🏻‍♀️!

A/N: I know, this is a rather heavy one and if anyone of you feels the need to talk to someone: My DMs are always open. Don't hesitate to reach out!🖤

Tagging The Squad:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @roryculkinsbf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @b4sementgrl @blueberrypancakesworld

If the past is just dust

Then the future could be our dream

If all we have is now, this eternity

Ignite my satisfaction, engulf me

- The Pain Remains I By Lorna Shore

Before you even really woke up, you were forced to acknowledge the raging hangover headache in your head. With eyes closed shut, you turned to the side, your hand haphazardly roaming over the silhouette of Jack's body, looking for a glimpse of comforting body heat or just anything to get your racing mind to shut up for a second.

How did you get into bed? At what time did you fall onto the mattress next to him?

You had no clue about any of that as you pressed your body against his back, the pungent aftertaste of cheap rum still lingering heavily on your tongue.

"Fucking hell…" You groaned into the nape of his neck, your nose buried deep in his curly, brown hair and yet you could still smell the remnants of last night's pot extravaganza all throughout the bedroom.

What in the everloving fuck had the two of you been up to last night? With relentlessly firing synapses and painfully overdriven neurons you searched your mind for answers, a flicker of a memory, at this point anything, really.

You couldn't help yourself but to let your face contort into various tortured grimaces as the rest of your body slowly came to. Your stomach felt horribly fucked and in dire need for something solid, although the mere thought of food alone had you nearly gagging. No, you needed something else to take the edge off before you even so much as got out of bed.

Whilst inhaling deep, unsteady breaths, you soaked in the calming smell of Jack's body; a mixture of pheromone-loaded sweat, musky deodorant and soft hints of vanilla coke.

Vanilla coke spiked with cheap rum. Your stomach dropped and turned in every possible direction at the reminder. Nearly every weekend played out in the same shit show again and again: Booze to kill the anxiety, weed to elevate your spirit and nearly deranged amounts of sex to eradicate and simply drown out every last painful sentiment that could possibly be felt.

On that notion your lips curled up into a crooked smile whilst your reader fingertips grazed down your boyfriends gently rising and falling again chest, gingerly drawing a circle or two around his navel before eventually tapping down to the waistband of his black and gray checkered shorts, a throbbing case of morning wood straining against the fabric already. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth in a low gasp, you simply indulged yourself and allowed your hand to slip right past the waistband, fingers wrapping themselves around Jack's girth tenderly.

"Goddamn minx!" Jack hissed into the darkened bedroom and involuntarily jutted his hips against your hand.

"Want me to stop?" You whispered into the soft skin of his shoulder before biting down on it teasingly.

"No, please.", His voice was raspy enough to give you a broad idea about how much the two of you must've smoked last night, "I'm equal parts hungover and horny as fuck."

"Yeah, I thought so." You snickered while you started fisting his cock, generously smearing the pre-cum all over the sensitive tip to not stroke him sore with a dry palm.

"You're a fucking menace, you know that?" Jack stuttered, choking back a breathy moan while rocking is lap in quick rolls, practically fucking himself into your grip.

"Says the lunatic who'll take every and any given chance to fumble me in public? Finger fucking me in the cinema, really?" With a mischievous grin spreading all across your face, you fondly remembered that happening a few days ago.

"C'mon, you enjoyed that, cumming all over the seat like you did." Jack shot right back at you.

"Fair enough." You agreed, tightening the grip around his hard on slightly to drag a shaky sigh from his lips.

"Fuck, you know I can't last long that early into the day." Jack practically whined out, his hips thrusting harshly against your hand while you jerked him off.

"Oh, poor, little Jack." Your playfully mocking voice got lost in the glossy curls of his hair as you felt his entire body turning stiff against your torso.

"Say that again… please!" Jack was clearly about to come undone, needing that little push of humiliation to push past the threshold.

"Oh, you sick fuck.", You sneered into his ear, the tip of your nose hardly touching its shell, "Poor, little Jack Thurlow creaming his boxers just after a few minutes already, huh?"

"Good god, fuck, you're so mean!" It cascaded out of his mouth in a guttural moan as he rutted against your hand in a few last, shaky thrusts before white-hot ropes of cum ruined his boxers and your hand alike.

The milky fluid spouted all over your fingers and eventually down your wrist, causing a very sudden, sharp pinch of simmering pain.

"What the hell?!" You hissed and withdrew your hands from Jack's crotch, raising it up for the both of you to stare right at the scene of the crime.

"What…" Jack mumbled under his breath, his eyes going wide in shock.

Thin yet vigorous cuts thrown all over your wrist, bright red with inflammation and laced with a milky layer of Jack's cum, laughing right in your face about the current state of your mental health.

"What…no…NO!" Your voice flailed and trembled as you stared at your wrist with thrashing disbelief.

"I was clean for a year! This…this isn't happening, no!" A dull pang of pain shot right through your dehydrated head as you basically jumped off the mattress and stumbled towards the bathroom, nearly tripping over scattered clothing and a glass bong.

Unbridled waves of shame and disgusting rippled through your system as a supernova of blacked-out memories decided to implode inside your head. You'd been pissed last night, even furious with Jack about something…yeah..fuck..a call. Was it call? Yeah, of course, a call from is ex-fiancé Cleo, that fucking cunt. Dumped him because she couldn't handle Jack the way you could and now trying to patch things up again. Stupid twat.

"Hey, wait!" You heard Jack calling out to you from behind, coming right after you.

Your out of control body fell against the door frame of the bathroom as you hurried towards the sink, yanking at the faucet for icy cold water to cascade over your violated wrist. It stung and you winced at the sharp pain.

"Are you okay? What the hell happened!?" Jack huffed, only stopping in steps as he was right behind you, making his presence known by cupping your jittery frame with his body, his chin resting on your shoulder as his slender hands wrapped themselves around yours under the running faucet.

His thumb ghosted over the cuts, gently washing himself off of your sore skin.

"Obviously not, asshole!" It shot right out of you and you regretted it immediately.

"Hey, watch that mouth! Right now is not the time for that." He mumbled into the crook of your neck.

"Fuck, sorry… I really lost the plot this time, huh?" Your voice was but a meak whimper.

"Maybe, but I got you. This is a temporary setback, yes, but not the end of the world, you hear me?" His tone rendered soft as he tried to calm you down.

"The cuts are shallow and if we take good care of them they'll heal without leaving a single scar. It'll be okay, yeah?" By now the water numbed your wrist out to the point that you didn't feel his thumb wiping you clean anymore.

"Uh-huh…I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry for being such a fucking psycho, Jack." The shame and self-loathing doubled down on you, dragging you into an inevitable breakdown.

"Stop that right there! You're not a psycho and I don't love you any less, you understand?", He pressed himself to you as impossibly close as he could, "A little slip up like that won't scare me. I'll go through that hell right here with you, I promise. I'll never go anywhere and just leave you like that."

Everything inside of you came falling down, every painful emotion amped up by the raging hangover that ruled over your shaking muscles and you just let yourself fall against Jack in eventual defeat.

"I got you and we'll handle that together!"

#rory culkin #asks are appreciated #asks are always open #jack thurlow × you #jack thurlow x fem!reader #jack thurlow #jack goes home #jack thurlow x reader #jack thurlow smut

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beemynumberone · 5 months ago

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Heartbreaker

-> a rendition of how Oikawa Tooru and gf!reader broke up

-> angst, written mainly as a recount from reader’s POV

-> inspired by Majorie by Taylor Swift (the regret of losing someone you didn’t treasure enough, but mainly the angst tho)

-> constructive feedback is always appreciated!

Writer’s note: Hi! I am writing these scenarios to placate my active imagination and hopefully make someone’s day/night. I do not intend to hurt anyone/anything through this fic.

Thank you for picking up my story and happy reading!

Part 2

my haikyuu masterlist

Chapter 1:

Oikawa wore contact lenses

Sure, he had good looking features. But it was the face of someone who had worn glasses the whole of his life.

That was maybe his first red flag.

And it was probably my first mistake.

I had a manageable, low degree that let me wear light, delicate frames. But for our upcoming dance competition, we had to wear contact lenses for aesthetic purposes.

And there I was, eyelids held wide open by my two fingers and on another finger sat that stupid transparent bowl.

Tears pooled in the crevices of my eye socket. My finger shook. The fluid in the lens rattled. I was terrified. I hadn’t remembered the feeling of having my eyeball poked and I was not going to reminisce now.

Taking a deep breath, I let my eye relax and tried again. The school grounds were empty at this time of day. As the captain of the school dance team, I had to come earlier than the rest for our full dress rehearsal, to mark attendance and get the place ready. So much for sisterhood.

Footsteps headed in my direction.

“Hi! Do you need help?”

I turned back. That voice was unmistakable. Light, airy and like he didn’t have a care in the world. All 6 feet of Oikawa Tooru came into my view. Dressed in his trademark cyan practice shirt and white shorts, he took up all the space between us. The trees rustled. Not to be gross but that whiff of deodorant (or body soap I didn’t know or care) smelled heavenly.

Peering down at my phone camera and the open contact lens case, Oikawa set his duffle bag down and sat beside me.

“Here. Let me help you. I know wearing contact lenses is really difficult when you first start out, I have first-hand experience with it.”

And as if dancing to his tune, I let my guard down and gave him permission to touch my eye, something I didn’t even trust myself with.

“Look up for me please.” I gazed at his chocolate brown eyes and braced for impact.

Twenty seconds later, I had two cups suctioned onto my eyeballs and a clearer vision. How I was going to take them out I didn’t know. But I did know that I was eternally grateful to Oikawa for helping me.

“Now that I’ve helped you with your contacts, could you please help me convince the security guard to unlock the indoor court?”

Oikawa pleaded, giving me puppy eyes that made me want to run to the guard and get the keys, and slap him at the same time.

Yep, maybe I wasn’t that grateful after all.

Chapter 2:

Oikawa was a presence to be reckoned with. He occupied space. A foot in the door and people would start talking. It was hard not to care and I, a strong independent hopeless romantic cared very much deep down.

Every night from then I replayed that moment like my favourite movie. The softness of Oikawa’s voice and how tenderly he handled me, calloused fingers grazing my cheek to hold me (and my sanity) in place while he attempted the impossible.

I wasn’t going to lie to myself. I was infatuated with him.

Whenever I passed by him in the hallways, I searched for the same warmth in the corner of my eye and prayed that he would give me a semblance of a sign that he remembered our encounter.

Surely he must have thought it was something.

Chapter 3:

My hope was fading. It had been a month since the dance competition and still no sign. We had won gold much to my dance members’ delight. But as I stepped onto the stage to present the trophy over to the principal, the only eyes I searched for were his. When he gave a thumbs up back, my credulous heart pounded. The corners of my lips pulled high and the rest of the ceremony went by in a blur.

Walking back to class, I overheard the pink haired guy say something about volleyball practice being postponed to next Monday.

“But that’s our rest day!” Oikawa retorted. “Coach must be out of his mind!”

“Coach knows best.” His spiky haired friend replied, patting him on the back. That was Hajime Iwaizumi. He shared a math class with me. Surprisingly, he was quite a chill guy without Oikawa by his side.

As I went home, I contemplated my choices. Did I really want to get to know Oikawa more? Was I ready to risk realising that he was not the person he seemed and that everything that happened was a dream after all?

As luck would have had it, I didn’t need to choose. Math was our first period for the day. And as I entered the classroom early as always (old habits die hard), I had the wonderful opportunity to see Oikawa and Iwaizumi bicker… over what to put on my desk?

Iwaizumi, being the pragmatist, was arguing that Oikawa should put a probiotic milk drink “to show that you care for her”. While Oikawa was arguing that a letter would be better to show his true feelings and why was Iwaizumi suddenly interested in his personal life?

“You never make the first move ‘kawa. Why now?”

My eyes widened and my brain struggled to compute his words. Was this confession happening now? What was it that I rehearsed everyday in the shower in case he did confess?

“Oh hi y/n! We were just talking about you.” Iwaizumi looked over at me frozen in the doorway.

Oikawa shooed his friend out of the classroom. He pushed a drink and a small pink envelope into my hands. Looks like he decided on giving me both items.

Long story short, we started dating. It was arguably the best time of my life. I had dance practice on Tuesday and Thursday, Tooru had volleyball on Wednesday and Fridays, and sometimes on weekends, if the guard was nice enough. So we made it work. On Mondays after school we hung out and on the weekends we would gym. How clever of us mere teenagers to organise our time productively.

I loved the times we spent laughing and feeding ducks at the park, challenging each other in the gym, bantering at the convenience store. And our best memories made, in my opinion, were the times spent cycling on the deserted lit up roads at one in the morning. As we paddled away for an hour or two, I didn’t remember to treasure the peace that encompassed our quiet heartfelt conversations.

-> Emotionally invested? Here’s Part 2

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