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fluentmoviequoter · 11 months ago

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It's Not About You

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader

Summary: When Tim overhears his fellow police officers and your other neighbors flirting with you, he gets jealous, and takes it out on you.

Warnings: jealous!Tim (he's hot), brief angst, fluff at the end

Word Count: 2.1k+ words

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Over the last few years of impromptu visits to the Mid-Wilshire LAPD station, you’ve gotten to know most of the front desk staff. They know you too, and you’re often wordlessly handed a visitor’s badge and wished good luck. You’ve heard the stories about the man you come to visit: how intense and grumpy he can be, but you’ve never seen that side of him for yourself.

Today, two people sit at the front desk, and you’ve never seen either before. Moving into one line, you wait until you reach the desk. You smile as you look at his name tag and are surprised to realize that you have heard his name.

“How can I help you today?” he asks, clearly displeased with his current position and forcing his smile.

“Officer Nolan, I am here to visit Officer Bradford,” you answer.

“Bradford,” Nolan repeats. “Tim Bradford?”

“That’s the one. I just need to drop something off and ask him a quick question.”

“Oh, sure,” Nolan replies. “Just fill this out for me and I’ll get you a badge.”

You nod, stepping to the side as you fill out the paperwork you haven’t seen since your first visit. Knowing that Nolan is new, though, and seeing just how busy the station is, you decide to do as he asks rather than argue with him.

“So, do you know Officer Bradford?” Nolan asks.

“I do. I’m his neighbor,” you answer.

“Ah, I see. I’m surprised someone as nice as you would intentionally visit him.”

“What does that mean?” you ask, furrowing your brows as you pass the clipboard back to him.

“Nothing, just- Hang on, I’m out of badges. Jackson, do you have visitors’ badges over there?”

“Uh, yeah,” the man beside him, Jackson apparently, answers.

“She’s here to visit Bradford,” Nolan explains.

“On purpose?” Jackson asks.

“That’s what I said!”

“Why is that so surprising?” you ask, smiling.

“He’s just… grumpy, and you seem so kind and fun to be around,” Nolan replies.

“You think I’d be fun to be around?”

“I- I mean, yeah. So envisioning you and Bradford talking to each other is just weird.”

“And concerning,” Jackson adds. “Have you been tested for any cognitive issues?”

“That’s not cognitive-related, you’re just questioning if I’m a good judge of character,” you argue.

“What’s your impression of me?” Nolan inquires. “Just to make sure you’re okay.”

“Well,” you begin, tapping the desk as you think.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim looks down at his watch before glancing at the door. You should be here by now; your text said ten minutes, and it’s been twice that. Tim abandons the conversation he’s been ignoring and walks to the door behind the desk. He hears you say why you’re there, but when Nolan starts talking to you about how different you are from Tim and then dips into what sounds like flirting, Tim's jaw tightens as he listens.

“As much fun as this has been,” you say with a chuckle, “I’m really late, and-“

“Bradford hates that. Trust me, I know,” Nolan interjects. “Do you know where you’re going?”

“I do. Thank you, Officer Nolan.”

“John.”

Tim watches you smile as you use Nolan’s first name, and his nostrils flare. Usually, he can recognize his own emotions (and he’d admit - to you, at least - that he doesn’t have much emotional range). Right now, he can’t place the feelings he’s experiencing watching you and Nolan.

“Uh, Tim?” you ask, stepping through the door to go to the bullpen.

“Hey,” Tim replies, turning quickly. He picks up a folder and adds, “Everything okay? Took you longer than usual.”

You look at the folder in his hand and answer, “Yeah. My favorite cop wasn’t at the front desk so I actually had to go through the whole visitor thing.”

“I’m not your favorite cop?” Tim asks.

“Depends on the day,” you reply, smiling as he steps beside you.

Tim doesn’t answer, and when you look over at him, you’re surprised to see him looking straight ahead, bending the folder with a tight grip. You stop, placing a hand on his forearm.

“Are you okay?” you ask softly.

“Never been better,” Tim answers. “Why’d you stop by?”

“Oh. I wanted to let you know that Kojo is at my house, but also have a question.”

“Then ask.”

You bristle slightly at Tim’s disinterested tone, but you know his job is tough, and he’s probably had a long day.

“Do you-“

“Bradford!” someone calls. “Let’s go!”

Tim looks toward you, and you say, “Go ahead. My question can wait. Have a good day, Tim.”

“You too,” he mutters.

Tim takes the time to watch you leave, despite his seeming indifference. When you stop by the desk to say bye to Nolan, Tim destroys the folder as he realizes what he feels. Tim Bradford is jealous. Worse, he’s jealous of a rookie.

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Kojo is on a leash in your front yard, and you smile as you watch him jump after a ball. Tim lives directly beside you, so you’ll know when he gets home. Hopefully, the rest of his shift went okay, and he’s in a better mood now.

A deep voice calls your name, and you look away from Kojo. Your neighbor from the other side stops on the sidewalk before your house to continue talking to you.

“Hey! How are you?” you respond, staying by your porch.

“Better now,” he replies with a flirtatious smile.

He’s not a bad neighbor, but he makes you uncomfortable because he flirts with you every time he sees you. Having Kojo nearby makes you more comfortable, but you hope to get through the small talk and move on.

“I’m having a little get together on Friday if you’d like to come over.”

You call Kojo to your side, and he happily sits before you, another buffer between you and your neighbor. Tim’s truck turns into his driveway, and you sigh in relief. He gets out quickly, stopping by his passenger door as he watches you and Kojo. You smile, unsurprised but disappointed when Tim doesn’t return it.

“Friday?” your neighbor asks.

“I’ll, uh, I’m not sure if I can make it,” you offer. “Thanks for the invitation, though.”

“Open invite,” he adds before walking back toward his house.

“Hey, Tim,” you call, walking across your yard with Kojo’s leash in your hand. “Work go okay?”

“Yep. Thanks for taking care of Kojo.”

Tim takes the leash, his hand covering yours for just a moment. He pulls his hand away quickly and nods before he turns toward his house.

“Do you need me to watch him tomorrow?”

“No,” Tim answers, keeping his back to you. “Have a good one.”

You stand in your yard for a moment, wondering what happened. You’re starting to see the Tim Bradford that the officers at Mid-Wilshire talk about, and you’re not sure you like it.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim was hoping that you’d ask your question when he got home. When he saw your other neighbor talking to you and, from what Tim heard, asking you out, he decided he wasn’t in the mood to talk. Turning his back on you felt wrong, but his jealousy is calling the shots for now. Everyone close to you, close to Tim, seems to be making a move on you. Tim doesn’t want to admit it, but part of why he likes you so much is because he’s falling for you. He knows he’ll never be good enough for you, so he’s happy to be your friend... until today, and now he’s not sure if he can stand by and watch another man attempt to make you happy.

“Any chance you can tell me that I saw that wrong?” Tim asks Kojo. When Kojo huffs, he replies, “I didn’t think so.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Kojo starts barking as soon as you return home from running some errands. Tim said he didn’t need your help today, but Kojo needs something. You text Tim, asking if he wants you to check on Kojo, but he doesn’t answer. After a few minutes, you use your spare key and enter Tim’s house.

As you walk into the backyard with Kojo, you call Tim, but he still doesn’t answer. Kojo is fine, simply lonely, so you take him back to your house. After texting Tim to let him know, you walk back to your car to lock it. A police car stops across the street, and when you see Nolan exit the driver’s side, you yell his name and jog toward the road.

“Hey,” he greets.

“What’s going on?” you ask, walking into the street so you can hear him.

“Noise complaint. How long have you been home?”

“Ten minutes, maybe.”

“They called about excessive dog barking, and that’s a direct quote.”

“Oh… that was Tim’s dog. He’s fine now, but he was barking at me when I got back because he was lonely.”

Another shop parks behind Nolan’s, and Tim slams the door as he exits.

“It was Kojo, I’m so sorry,” you offer.

“I told you he was fine today,” Tim replies.

“He started barking and I was worried about him. You didn’t answer, so I-“

“It’s fine,” Tim snaps.

“Sorry,” you whisper.

Nolan nods as he gets back in his shop. Tim waits until he drives away to take a deep breath. He begins to speak, but another neighbor stops as he drives by, rolling his window down to ask how you are. Tim opens his door, and you rush to his shop and look through his rolled-down window.

“I’m sorry, Tim,” you repeat.

“It’s fine.”

“Clearly it isn’t because you can’t even look at me. I won’t do it again.”

“It’s not about you,” Tim argues. It is, but he can’t tell you that.

“Got it,” you murmur, stepping back. “I’ll take Kojo back to your place and leave my key.”

You cross the road, walking through your yard as you think about what you’re losing by accidentally pushing Tim away. Tim yells your name, and you stop but don’t turn toward him. He walks up behind you, and you can’t see his hands flex at his sides as he tries to find the words to say.

“It is about you, but not about you taking care of Kojo,” Tim begins. “It’s about you and me.”

Turning your head, you watch Tim’s hand fold into a fist as he continues.

“I just- Nolan was flirting with you, and…”

“You think he was flirting with me?” you ask, turning so you’re facing Tim.

“He was. And it made me angry. When I came home and saw what’s-his-name flirting with you too…”

“You got angry?”

“I got jealous,” Tim forces out.

“Why?”

“Because they’re doing what I want to do.”

“What does that mean, Tim?”

“It means that I want to be more than your friend but I’m not relationship material. Watching guys try to be what I want to be makes me jealous and angry, and for some reason I took it out on you.”

“And Nolan?”

Tim pauses before nodding.

“You know the worst part of this?” you ask. “That if you had just told me, I would have let you know that I feel the same.”

“You don’t get jealous,” Tim argues.

“That’s not true. Every time someone flirts with you or stares a little too openly, I remember that you could have anyone you wanted. Being your neighbor was the closest I thought I could get.”

Tim steps toward you, and you match his movement, closing the distance together.

“So…” you begin.

“So. What did you want to ask at the station?"

"If I could come over, but I feel confident assuming that you'd say yes."

Tim closes his eyes when your neighbor says your name.

“Cute,” you murmur.

“I realized that a big gathering like that wasn’t a good choice, so I wanted to ask if you were free Thursday? Maybe we could get some dinner or something."

“She’s busy,” Tim answers, his eyes on you.

“But-“

“Let me rephrase, she’s taken!” Tim yells.

“Oh, sorry man, I didn’t know.”

Tim watches him scurry inside before turning back toward you. You smile as you look at him.

“I’m taken?” you repeat.

“Only if you want to be.”

Nodding, you lay your hands on Tim’s chest. He moves a hand up to your waist, pulling you against him. Kojo barks before he can do anything, and you laugh against Tim’s uniform.

“Aren’t you still working?” you ask.

“Technically. How about dinner when I get off?”

“Only if you cook.”

“Like I’m taking you out in public this soon. I just got over the jealousy.”

You kiss Tim’s cheek just before dispatch alerts him of a call in the area.

“Where are you going?” he asks as you walk away.

“Home!” you call as you walk into his porch. “My boy lives here. And you do too.”

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heaven-s-black-box · 15 days ago

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Notes- Hacking up a Lung; Anemo Boys x fem!Reader

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Recovery date: January 27th, 2025

Description: Anemo boys (+ Aether) with an fem reader. When Reader was yelling at someone until she coughs, Chronic stress can affect the vagus nerve — a major nerve that runs from the brain stem to several organs, including the lungs. Some researchers suggest this might be the cause of some unexplained coughing. How would they deal with that situation?

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. Fun science facts for the win, I did not fact check this (though it sounds right) or my writing. So, this isn't medical advice and might be inaccurate. Also, reader's gender isn't mentioned, but i did tag it as female reader because that's what the request asked for.

Back to directory

Xiao

At first he thinks it’s because you’ve spent so much time with him

He rushes you to dr. Baizhu and is reassured it’s not his fault

But… he still blames himself and starts to stay at a distance

Doesn’t want to completely leave you though, so he leaves letters around and plays for your lunch and watches you from a distance

Eventually you have to corner him and assure him you’re fine

Maybe tell him he’s stressing you out more? You know, if he really wants to help you he should stay around

Venti

That was weird, you should go see Barbara

Oh, it’s caused by stress? Guess he’s taking you on a vacation

If you don’t want to travel, that’s fine, he’ll just take you camping

Somewhere with fresh air and a gentle breeze, not near the frigid dragon spine, maybe somewhere near the waterfront

If you do travel he’ll take you somewhere that won’t affect your lungs, so nowhere high up, maybe Sumeru since there’s so much fresh air

Kazuha

He’s already concerned that you’re yelling at someone, are you okay? What happened?

And then you start coughing and he’s by your side and whisking you away

Helps you catch your breath and then take you to see Kokomi, or Baizhu if you’re in Liyue

Once he finds out it’s caused by stress, he asks if you want to settle down

He’d been considering it, but this was a tipping point because traveling as frequently as you did could be stressful

Plus being stuck on the Crux, and sea water was so salty that maybe the air was too dry?

Even if you don’t settle down, he tries to spread out your travels more

Heizou

Mr. detective has a whole collection of eclectic knowledge stored in his head

And he knows about your chronic stress

So you start coughing mid argument and he’s like, aw damn, guess we’re taking a break

He likes cases, but your well being comes first so he takes some of his vacation time

Places a hand on your back during your coughing fit, just to comfort you

You spend a nice few days together and he doesn’t let you lift a finger, consider this him making up for always being busy

Wanderer

He thinks your argument with this nobody is funny, and he refuses to admit he’s worried when you start coughing

His first thought is an illness like the one furnace workers often experienced, but that didn’t make sense

Takes you to Avidya forest to see Tighnari who tells you to rest

Wanderer feels better knowing it’s nothing too serious, look chronic stress is manageable in his opinion

Tries to be nicer to you, because he’ll be damned if he starts stressing you out, and asks Nahida for advice

Makes you join him for his tree naps, the fresh air is good for you

Aether

You start coughing and he thinks of a million things it could be, delusion? Abyssal energy? Seriously, he’s seen so much

Takes you to the nearest doctor and finds out it’s stress related, and somehow that’s worse than everything else

Because… it’s his fault

You’re joining him on his journey, you’ve been through so much with him and because of him

And the worst part? He can’t wait for you to recover, and he’ll be damned if he lets you push yourself

You have to part ways for now, but once you recover to a manageable degree he’ll come back for you

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tin-wufborf · 7 months ago

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Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics (Part 5)

Hi everyone! I am back from brink of death to bring you yet another platter of fic recs. Thank you all so much for you patience and for the continued love you all have shown these posts. I truly appreciate you all.

Also, just in case this has been bothering anyone: you will definitely see more author-diversity and newer fics as I work my way though my bookmarks. I'm working chronologically through my Sterek bookmarks from the oldest to the newest, so that means we're all currently reliving the early Sterek scene together while also getting to experience the moments where I would discover an author whose writing-style I particularly liked and then binged their entire body of work all at once before going back to the main tag's offerings (hence the large number of works by specific authors going on right now). Not sure if that bothered anyone, particularly the point about there being multiple fics from the same authors--people care about odd things sometimes, but I've seen discourse around this specific thing and would like to head it off at the pass--but I thought I'd make a statement about it because I was noticing it and was like "I wonder if this is bothering people...lemme speak on it". And now here we are!

Okay, enough yappin' from me. Let's do this!

List and links to previous/next part(s) below the cut.

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DISCLAIMER: This is me warning you all that some of the fics I've included in this list may cover explicit, dark, and/or "taboo" subject matters. I cannot express enough how little I care what anyone thinks about any of that; all I want is for you to use caution when reading anything I've listed here and to please review and heed whatever tags the authors have provided in order to keep yourselves safe. Your experience from this point on is your own responsibility, not mine and not the authors'.

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i'm just the same as i was (now don't you understand?) by paradis (T | 1/1 | 2,738)

"You're a virgin," Jackson says. "Everyone says you're a virgin." "Everyone but me," Stiles points out. More silence. Stiles thinks he can hear crickets chirping. "I'm kinda cold," he complains. "Well when were you not a virgin anymore?" Isaac asks, perplexed.

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by nightlights the children pray by hoars (T | 1/1 | 2,745)

Scott leaves for ten years and comes back.

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Nothing is as Bad as it Seems by paradis (T | 1/1 | 3,636)

“I know, it’s a shock,” he says. “But there’s more. Your friends– they’re werewolves. And that’s dangerous, Stiles. But I can keep them away!”

“I know they’re werewolves, you idiot!” Stiles shouts

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Stiles Stilinski's Knitting School for the Were, Other-Worldly and Supernaturally-Inclined by TypewriterLove (G | 1/1 | 3,789)

He'd trawled through online pattern directories, before finding something called Ravelry. Drumming his fingers against the desk, he'd hit the "register now!" button.

ScarletNerded's first action on their new account is to look up patterns with "wolf" keywords.

(In which Stiles ends up teaching the entire pack how to knit- which results in werewolves making socks. Alternatively named "Beacon Hills Stitch & Bitch")

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different definitions of good by preromantics (G | 1/1 | 4,259)

The one where Stiles has a fishy sort of excuse for not getting in a boat on the ocean. "Maybe I'm not really into the idea of getting caught by the coast guard on a stolen boat," Stiles says. Which, while not the reason Stiles definitely needs to stay behind, is also a pretty valid reason.

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No Destination by scottmcniceass (T | 1/1 | 5,043)

It's not like they're going anywhere in particular. They're just driving, getting away for a bit. Escaping everything. Together.

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Well Tempered by jsea (T | 1/1 | 5,290)

His fingers start moving almost of their own accord, and it feels easier suddenly. His fingers feel less clumsy, and the music that flows forth isn’t quite so somber anymore. It’s not the happy airy sound he wants so desperately to give to Stiles, but this feels right in its own way. More him. More them.

Or, the fic where Derek used to play piano, and he does again. But only for Stiles.

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we are tangled by drunktuesdays (T | 1/1 | 5,716)

"Derek was at your house?" "For like ten seconds," Stiles said. "I'd say it was weird, but is anything about Derek ever not weird?"

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can't be hateful, gotta be grateful by HalfFizzbin (T | 1/1 | 6,260)

"Be cool, Dad, we've decided to con Grandma."

(Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma's and she gets the right wrong idea.)

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Flint and Tinder by rufflefeather (T | 1/1 | 6,781)

"Hi," a voice comes through and Derek really wishes it’d take more than that to know who it is.

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The Alpha to My Alpha by CupcakeGirlA (T | 1/1 | 10,717)

“Derek will kill you. He’ll tear you limb from limb!” Stiles says, scrambling away from him. The Alpha ambles closer.

“No, I don’t think he will,” the Alpha says. “I mean aside from killing a couple of hikers in his territory and doing him this favor, I haven’t really done anything to Hale. Once I’m gone he’ll probably be happy with the gift I’ve left for him.”

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Derelictions of Duty by Regann (T | 1/1 | 10,846)

No one wants to be the bearer of bad news to someone as nice as Sheriff Stilinski -- especially when he's your boss. That's why none of his employees want to be the first one to tell him about the scandalous goings-on between his only son and the former murder suspect Derek Hale. For all of their sakes, hopefully the Sheriff will find out all on his own...

(Or, 5 times a Beacon County Sheriff's Office employee witnesses the unique relationship between Stiles and Derek but neglects to tell the Sheriff and 1 time he witnesses it for himself.)

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Going, Going, Gone by paradis (M | 3/3 | 12,296)

The Sheriff comes up to him after the services. "I don't believe he's dead," he tells Derek.

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Promises aren't Meant to be Broken by paradis (T | 1/1 | 12,463)

“Thanks for saving me,” Stiles blurts out, staring up at Laura, wide eyed.

Laura grins. “I like you,” she says, “we’ll be friends.”

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powerful in-scent-ive by kellifer_fic (T | 1/1 | 14,533)

Stiles holds up a hand, because he really can't listen to the bites-are-all-right speech that Derek has given Scott dozens of times. "Dude, don't."

"Look-" Derek tries again, oddly persistent.

"Derek, man, my worst nightmare is not me getting bitten, it's him. It's always been him."

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Strangeness and Charm series by hoars (4 works | NR-M | 14,744)

The Gypsy AU

1. for the way this animal love, lurches monstrous up my chest (M | 1/1 | 2,481) “Strangeness follows the Romani, what is a little more?” Elder Travj asked. That was the night Derek’s pack began to follow the caravan; a night marked by fire and loss. 2. wanting to make you happy and warm and unafraid and free (M | 1/1 | 4,022) "Laura called you a thief." Derek breathes into his neck. "And what did the she-wolf call you?" Stiles asks. "She called me a gypsy." And Derek does not sound wronged. He sounds insecure and of longing. "Then perhaps she finally speaks truths." Stiles says. "I am a thief and you like me, a Roma." 3. these places will have to substitute (NR | 1/1 | 2,229) (Interlude) “The chovihano is harmless to Derek.” Mother says. “I assure you, Miss Laura, Stiles would not hurt Derek.” The shaman says. “Stiles cares greatly for your brother.” But still. Something in her is screaming, howling and growling. 4. for the grunts and the screams we extract from each other (NR | 1/1 | 6,012) It doesn't make sense for the lunatic to be eating people but biting others. All evidence but for the mass grave indicated the lunatic had been recruiting, building a pack, not finding a meat source. Werewolves, even lunatics, weren't prone to cannibalism. “It's a true sign of madness.” Derek says, as if repeating something he’s heard a dozen times since he was a child. "The mark of the beast."

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You Make Me See How Much I Have by paradis (T | 1/1 | 16,943)

“You’re lucky you got here now,” he says, “Ten minutes – maybe you could get your –” there’s a crash before he can say get your daughter, and Stiles resists the urge to either slap his hand against his face, or slap Derek, because no one ever understands how difficult it is to have a kid in the store by themselves unless they’re also parents.

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Past Imperfect, Future Conditional series by elisera (3 works | T-E | 17,311)

1. Necessitate by (E | 1/1 | 3,888) Derek’s juggling the kids -- Noah hanging off his back, Ella standing on his foot while holding onto his jeans with a death grip and both of them still talking up a storm about their day at kindergarten -- and two bags of groceries in his arms that evening when the sight of Stiles standing in the backyard makes him weak in the knees. Stiles is in profile, ranting on his phone to Scott about the contract negotiations for the new construction on the Peterson property, and there’s a flush on his face, his ears pink and his mouth red from where he keeps biting it but the worst thing, the absolute worst thing is the round curve of his stomach, straining against the tank top he liberated earlier in the week from Derek when the heat wave hit and none of his own fit him anymore. It’s going to be stretched to hell by the time the kid is born but right now Derek can’t find it in himself to care. 2. The Weapon You Choose (E | 1/1 | 12,029) When Noah trudges down the backstairs that morning, he finds Dad sitting on a step halfway down and chewing on his knuckles, watching Papa making coffee like it’s a special on the discovery channel and not an almost daily ritual. Anyway, Noah needs the car on Friday; he might as well make nice so he sits down next to Dad, jostling his shoulder with his own in greeting. Dad raises an eyebrow, mirth in his eyes and his mouth curving around the knuckle stuck in it. Papa grunts just then, still trying and failing to open the tin with the ground coffee in it and Dad head snaps around, once again riveted. Noah rolls his eyes hard but he guesses people who’ve been together since the dawn of time need to get their fun wherever they can find it. 3. Pancake Wolves (T | 1/1 | 1,394) Stiles is on his third cup of coffee when Derek tromps down the stairs. He looks at him over his shoulder, taking in his barely open eyes and the pillow creases on his face, unable to keep from smiling at him. Derek yawns widely and just keeps going until he can wrap his arms tightly around Stiles’ waist and lean against his back, letting Stiles take his weight.

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Jurisdiction series by elisera (3 works | T-E | 19,897)

1. Jurisdiction (M | 1/1 | 7,025) John is a pretty level-headed guy. He wasn’t always, back during his own Sturm und Drang period, but he married a firecracker of a woman and got a kid with an affinity for trouble like he got payed for ending up in it, so someone had to level out or they would’ve ended up living in a treehouse or Lapland doing god knows what. Anyway, getting a hold of his temper is one of John’s better life achievements. It makes him a good sheriff and it kept him from blowing his lid too badly those last two years when Stiles started acting out in a way that John had never seen before. But the temper is still there. He’s reminded of it when he comes home on a random Saturday in March after spilling his milkshake all over his uniform shirt only to notice he didn’t have a spare in the station and finds Stiles bend over the kitchen sink with hunched shoulders. 2. Life With Werewolves: A Beginner's Class (T | 1/1 | 2,836) Five times Sheriff Stilinski was really through with werewolves and one time he wasn’t. 3. Life With Humans: The Stilinski Edition (E | 1/1 | 10,036) “You still smell weird,” Derek says, pressing his nose against Stiles’ armpit, trying to figure out what about Stiles’ scent still bothers him so much. Stiles slaps his head and Derek nips the soft skin of his inner bicep in retaliation. “I,” Stiles says, still panting and shivering from his orgasm, “do not smell weird, you weirdo. Maybe you should take your nose in for a checkup, it’s clearly out of whack.”

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red series by hoars (3 works | NR-E | 32,156)

1. Festival of Red (E | 1/1 | 11,592) “See? I need my daisy crown or I won’t get Chased.” Stiles frowned. “And then I’ll have to do it again next year. I really don’t want to do it twice.” The good and the bad of getting Caught this year included not having to do it again and the bad was he’d have a werewolf mate for the rest of his life. Stiles is seventeen. He has a lot of life to live. Unless his wolfy mate has no sense of humor or a temper. Those with no sense of humor and tempers tended to hate Stiles the most and wouldn’t that suck? Being tied to someone for the rest of his life who hates him. That actually sounds like his type of luck. “You’ll be fine.” Allison beams because she’s a sweet person and can obviously read Stiles like a picture book aimed at toddlers. 2. Navigating our Marriage (NR | 1/1 | 8,316) The squeal to the bride-hunting fic that involves moving, emancipation, a family feud, a baby shower, a list of reasons and a magic cat lady. 3. Families: Eternally Messy (NR | 1/1 | 12,248) The third installment to the bride hunting fic that now involves pregnancy then babies, adult looking responsibilities, epic fails and proof no one picks their family.

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sycamorality · 6 months ago

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hi. sol sycamorality. or icarus works too. i draw sometimes. most of the time i yap. i think minecraft is cool. especially speedrunning i will block for sometimes trivial reasons. i curate my experience at my own leisure

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pepsiconcoction · 2 years ago

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The Perfect Tutor | Lee Know x Reader

pairing: CompSci Student! Lee Know x gn!Reader

tags: fluff, no smut, just a little flirting at the end, minor explicit language, partially proofread

You think he might be perfect. And that pisses you off. Surely he can't be, right?

Why did you have to take the comp sci unit? You’re a graphic designer, you don’t need to know how big scary servers work!

Those have been the thoughts running through your head most recently. Especially at this moment as you try to “install Windows Server 2019” and “set up Active Directory”. Yeah… because those are definitely real words… that you definitely know the meaning of.

To your dismay, at the beginning of the semester, you found out that you had to take the general computing unit, alongside your regular classes, to gain the number of credits you need to get into next year. Being a graphic designer who uses a computer, you thought that ‘general computing’ sounded like something you could do, you spend most of your time on one for god’s sake!

You’ve been staring at a loading screen for the past 10 minutes, and you’re quite honestly beginning to doubt whether it’s going to turn into anything. The Professor speaks up, dismissing the class, signalling it’s the end of the day.

After choke-holding the computer to death (holding the power button), you slowly gather your things, watching as the other students begin to leave the computer lab. Once most of them have left, you walk up to the front desk.

“Y/n, what can I do for you?” The Professor, looks up from his school-assigned laptop, glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“Hey, Professor. I think I’m falling behind a bit, just a little out of my depth with everything,” You force your sincerest smile, talking quietly. “So I was wondering if you’d be available for extra lessons?”

“I wish I could, but I’m so busy with the department being understaffed. How about you ask one of your classmates?”

You mindlessly turn back to the room where there are a few stragglers left.

“Oh, I don’t-”

“How about Minho?” He gestures behind you.

“Minho?” You turn around making eye contact with the man mentioned. His eyes widen in curiosity at his name.

“Yeah, he is more than capable to tutor you, aren’t you, Minho?”

Minho’s desk is only a few feet from the front but he takes a few steps towards you, holding a pair of wireless headphones in his hands. He is definitely more than capable to tutor you, and you know this. He’s quiet and keeps to himself, but you’ve seen his grades in passing. You don’t think he’s gotten below 95% on any assignment or test. You’d happily have him as your tutor, it’s just that, well, he might possibly be the most handsome guy you’ve ever met. Okay, the standards in the Comp Sci department aren’t exactly high, you’re lucky if most of them are wearing deodorant, but Minho? He dresses well, styles his hair, has a side profile worthy of painting AND he wears the perfect amount of cologne, not too much that it’s overbearing but just enough that it’s refreshing whenever you walk past him.

“Yeah, I probably could.” Minho looks at you and then back to the Professor.

“Great!” He closes his laptop and stands, gathering his things. “I’ve got to run to my next class, you guys can sort the rest.”

With that, your Professor is halfway out the door. You look up to Minho who is half chuckling at his bluntness, and he turns to you.

“Are you sure you wanna tutor me? You don’t have to say yes, he's not here anymore.” You say, half-jokingly.

“If you need help, I’m around. I have some free time this Friday if you want to set something up?” Minho asks.

“Yeah, Friday works great for me!”

“Perfect.” You end up swapping phone numbers to discuss the details, and you leave the classroom feeling partially accomplished. Now you just need to be professional, and not think he’s the hottest guy in the world whenever you catch a glimpse of him. You can do that. You can be normal, right?

You absolutely cannot be normal. Friday came around and he rocked up to the empty computer lab looking gorgeous in fitted black jeans and a denim jacket, coffee in hand. Thankfully you had gotten there slightly earlier to try and get ahead of the game with your notes. The two of you had decided to start with the basics, installing the operating system of the computer. Easy.

“Remember, you don’t want to partition the hard drive, it’s not worth it on these machines at this level.” Minho explained as you quickly scribbled ‘don’t partition’ down in your notebook.

You had discovered that Minho was not only a sight for sore eyes, but also possibly the nicest, gentlest, calmest person you had met. Of course, he had his moments of energy and you two found yourself easily joking around with each other, but he was such the opposite of the gamer stereotype that you had come to dread.

“So, do you play any video games?” You asked, keeping the conversation going as the two of you were forced to sit through long progress bars.

“Not really, no. Not really my thing.” He says.

“Really? A computing student that doesn’t play games? That’s rare.” You chuckle, almost in disbelief.

“I mean, I’ve played games. With friends and such, but I’m just not crazy into them.”

“So what are you crazy into? Computers? You seem pretty good with them.” You look towards him. The both of you are sat around a single computer, and yes, you’re very conscious of that fact.

“I guess? I’m only really taking this class for the credits.” He leans back in the chair.

“Wait, so am I!” You laugh. “So why are you so good?”

“I used to take computing in high school, and I was a bit of a nerd back then.” he laughs.

“So what’s your major then? Mister I-only-need-the credits.”

“Dance.” He smirked.

“Liar.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m serious. I’m a dancer.” He sat forward, chuckling.

“Show me.”

“I don’t dance for free. You’ll have to come to one of my performances,” he says cockily, crossing his arms.

“Whatever, I’ll believe it when I see it,” You say, turning back to the computer which is now conveniently asking a series of questions. After that, you finish the installation pretty quickly and decide you’re done for the day. You and Minho part ways and you find yourself back in your dorm after a stress-induced power walk through the campus. You immediately call your best friend.

“Hey, Y/n,” she picks up.

“Code Pink.”

“I’ll be there in ten.” She hangs up. Nine minutes later your best friend is letting herself into your dorm room.

“Tell me everything.” She takes a seat on your bed. You proceed to tell her about Minho: how handsome he is, how nice he is, how funny he is, God! Are you really gushing about a boy you barely know?

“I’m like, mad! I want to hate him,” you say, from your spot on the bed. “He has to have a fatal flaw, right?”

“For sure, maybe he’s homophobic? Transphobic? Misogynistic? He’s a man! He has to be sexist somehow!”

“Yeah, you’re probably right…” You trail off in thought (and partial disappointment). “Okay, now I gotta just get it out of him, so I can justify my disliking of him, and then boom! Crush gone!” You finally say.

“Easy, now, you wanna watch a movie?” your best friend grins up at you.

Okay. Get evidence he is a shitty guy. Surely this can’t be hard. You can do this.

Except the next time the two of you are studying, he comes in wearing a white t-shirt. Plastered on the front of it are the words “trans rights are human rights” in a bold, italicised font. Okay, not transphobic. You find yourself staring at it, coincidentally staring at his chest. He definitely notices.

“Y/n?” he questions as he sits down next to you.

“Oh, sorry, I was just looking at your t-shirt.”

“Ah, yeah I got it for the pride parade a few months back.” He starts looking through his bag, taking out his notebook.

“Nice, the one in town, on Main Street?”

“Yeah. My best friend is gay, so I went with him and his boyfriend, and a few of our other friends.” He explained. Probably not homophobic either.

“That’s great, I went too, with my friends as well.” You smiled.

The two of you got to work, tackling “ADDS” and “DHCP”. You probably weren’t going to remember what those acronyms stood for in a few hours but for now, it was going well enough. Minho had been scrolling through his phone for the past few minutes as the two of you relaxed, taking a quick break, when he spoke up.

“Damn, have you seen this?” he turns his phone screen to you. “Scotland has made free sanitary products a legal requirement in all public government buildings.”

“I heard about it a few days ago. It’s sick.” You responded. He locked his phone, putting it down on the table. Okay, not actively a misogynist either. Fuck.

You left that study lesson slightly more frustrated at your slightly bigger crush on Lee Minho.

At the third tutoring session with Minho, you were so sure you were going to nip your little crush in the bud. From down the hall, you spot him standing outside the classroom on the phone. As you get closer you seem to realise that he’s mad? Frustrated? You’re not sure.

“I don’t care if it’s a stupid idea, I’m getting him. I’ll pay for everything.” You hear him say, beginning to feel bad for eavesdropping. He must sense your presence as he turns around and shoots you a smile.

“Alright, I have to go, I’ll talk later, love you.” He hangs up and shoves his phone into his pocket.

“Sorry, that was my mom, her and I are disagreeing.” he fake smiles.

“Oh? What about?” you ask.

“I want a cat. Another cat, I already have two. But I just saw a cat on one of those re-homing websites and my heart is screaming at me to get him. So I’m currently trying to convince my mom.” He explains, sheepishly.

“Are you serious?” you deadpan.

“Uh, yes? His name is going to be Dori and I-”

“For god’s sake,” you sigh, admitting defeat.

“Uh, sorry?”

“Why do you have to be so perfect?” You sigh. His eyes widen a little.

“Like seriously,” you continue. “You’re such a nice person, you’re funny, you’re not shitty, you like cats, you have two of them, for Christ’s sake! And if that wasn’t enough, you’re possibly the most attractive man I’ve ever met. Please just tell me what is wrong with you.”

There are a few seconds of silence. A smile begins to grow on his face. You realise what you’ve done.

“You think I’m perfect?” He grins, cockily.

“Great, and now I’m an idiot.”

“You think I’m attractive.” he beams.

“Oh, shut up, surely you must know what you look like,” you sigh, rolling your eyes.

“Well, yes, but there’s a difference between knowing I’m conventionally good-looking and you finding me attractive.”

“And you’re smart,” you groan. He begins to laugh and when you look back towards him, you notice he’s blushing a little. You begin to laugh as well, hoping to break any potentially awkward tension.

“Okay, since I’m so smart, I have a great idea.” He smirks down at you, taking a step forward.

“Oh god,” you begin to dread. Your breath definitely doesn't catch in your throat.

“Let’s skip on the tutoring and I take you out for lunch, how does that sound?”

Your eyes widen as you take in his offer, he may be giving you his best flirtatious look, but under all that pink on his cheeks, you know he’s being serious.

“I’d like that.” You smile.

“So would I.” He responds, eyes shifting nervously down the hallway.

“Do I get to see you dance?” You giggle.

“We’ll see.”

#stray kids #skz #stray kids x you #skz x reader #lee know #lee minho #lee know x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios #skz imagines #lee minho x reader #lee know fluff #minho x you #stray kids fic #skz fluff

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bellobambino · 2 months ago

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The Claim That Broke the Camel's Back

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Summary: Frustrated CS student, Luigi Mangione, battles the maddening bureaucracy of his insurance company while juggling midterms and back pain. An underwhelming trip to Panda Express inspires him to make a change. Luigi's POV Author's Note: I could write about incompetent insurance reps all day. My whole life is working with this broken fucking system. Free Luigi.

I'm on my third cold brew of the day to get ready for this evening Machine Learning lecture. I'm wired, to say the least. I've written down a few questions I have for the professor that I'm hoping will be covered by the midterm review he's “gifting” us today.

"Good evening, folks!" he booms, addressing the class. There’s a few murmurs from some students giving a half hearted hello. "I was debating whether or not to make a midterm review for this section of the course. Considering your test scores from February..."

My phone vibrates with a 1800 number I know all too well. Dammit. I've been waiting a whole week for them to call me back about this billing mistake. I can’t believe they’re calling right now, but I have to settle this billing issue. I sigh, and claw my way out of the row of backpacks and purses, answering the phone as quietly as possible.

“Hello, this is Luigi.” I spit it out like I've said it a thousand times, flinging open the back door to the main hallway.

“Hi, Luigi, this is Tiffany calling from Blue Cross Blue Shield. I’m returning your call about a claim you want to appeal.”

Appeal? Appeal. Because nothing says "customer service" like making me clean up a mess they made and then gaslighting me about it.

I’m whisper-shouting now, rehashing for the millionth time how I never got the bill they insist they mailed to an address I haven’t lived at since MySpace peaked. Tiffany’s hitting me with the most insincere “mm-hmm”s—" i've ever heard.

“Why did you send the orthopedic bill to my parents’ house? I don’t live there,” I say, trying to keep the vein in my temple from exploding.

“Mr. Mangione, can you confirm your address for me, please?”

Confirm my address? I swear to God, these people couldn’t find their own ass with both hands and a Garmin. “Which address do you have on file for me? Because you’re sending this bill to Maryland, and I live in Pennsylvania.”

Tiffany pauses like she’s consulting the Oracle of Delphi. “Mr. Mangione, I’ll need you to confirm your mailing address in order to continue discussing your account.”

Breathe, Luigi. Breathe. “Fine. 212 Fairway Lane, Baltimore, Maryland, 20906.”

There’s the familiar clackity-clack of her keyboard, a sound I’ve come to associate with malicious incompetence. “Okay, Mr. Mangione, can I put you on hold?”

“Hold? You guys are killing me. I’m a full-time student; you called me in the middle of a lecture.”

“I’ll need to review your account information in order to transfer the case to the billing department.”

Hold on. “You’re not the billing department?”

There’s a pause so thick you could spread it on toast. “This is the claims department.”

I could scream. I peek through the window of the lecture hall door. The TA’s handing out the review sheet, and I’m out here playing phone tag with someone who doesn’t even have the power to solve this issue. “Alright, Tiffany, can you just give me the billing department’s direct line? So I can call when i'm not in class.”

She rattles off a number. I punch it into my phone notes like I’m defusing a bomb. I thank her—halfheartedly, because I was raised right- and hang up.

I'm back in my seat, having missed the professor going over test expectations. I unlock my phone and look at the number Tiffany gave me. Wait. I look at my recent call log.

No way. It’s the exact same number I’ve been calling for weeks. The member services line. An automated phone directory service that will "connect you to the best department", but only sends you in circles for hours just to disconnect you when you’re waiting to speak with a supervisor.

They’ve already threatened to send the bill to collections—a bill I’ve never even seen. They told me the procedure was 100% covered. Now I’m supposed to fork over cash I don’t have for something they said I didn’t owe in the first place.

Back at my dorm, I'm eating Panda Express alone like a fucking schmuck. The noodles taste like cardboard. I’d kill for my Ma's chicken parm. I gotta call her.

I finish up, and grab the take out bag to throw away the container.

Oh, thats right. There’s the fortune cookie. I almost chuck it in the trash, but ... maybe Lu deserves a little treat today.

I crack open the cookie, shoving one half in my mouth, and unfurl the little piece of paper.

Be the change you want to see in the world.

I immediately roll my eyes. The change I want to see is insurance companies prioritizing patients' well being over shareholder profit. If I could do anything about that, I would. Trust me, I would.

I tape the fortune to the inside of my laptop, right next to the sticker of Breloom my sister gave me, and fling myself onto my bed.

Be the change. Maybe I could.

#luigi mangione #uhc shooter #breloom #fic #fanfic #rpf #how do you tag these things #fiction #insurance #united health care

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d1s1ntegrated · 8 months ago

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greetings!

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i am 21. MDNI w/ NSFW CONTENT PLSSS. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED SORRY LOVES BUT IF IT SAYS 18+ JUST DONT. TOUCH IT! JUST DONT INTERACT W THE SMUT PLEASE I BEG THATS ALL I ASK 🙏

------i tag all my nsfw, don't worry.------

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mostly shigaraki tho i won't lie :3

however, i take requests!

my ask box will be open 24/7/365, so throw anything in there for me.

read more for more info about me, my fandoms, and what i plan on writing!

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sexuality: shigaraki (okay but real shit i'm omnisexual lol, idc abt genda)

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there's so many more but does it truly matter LOL ?

what i write:

-headcanons

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fun facts ab me:

i play d&d!

i have a cat he is black he is very Good

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i tried to sell my feet on feet finder but immediately gave up because i didn't want to pay the subscription fee LMFAO

okay that's it for now. bai!!

#my intro post #pinned

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tonkatsubowl · 1 year ago

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false love. vii

jing yuan x fem!reader

nsfw themes (cursing and stuff i think. mentions of domestic abuse and self harm. mentions of suicide. no, jing yuan aint hurting u bb girl). read at your own risk.

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⪩ arranged marriage. the reader and jing yuan have an arranged marriage and she is stuck, disliking every moment of it, until…

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english isn’t my first language, so please don’t mind the grammatical errors. (っ◞‸◟ c)

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TERM DIRECTORY

◖y/n: your name

◖e/c: eye color

◖h/c: hair color

◖l/n: last name

part one. ꕤ part two. ꕤ part three. ꕤ part four. ꕤ part five. ꕤ part six.

➽ requested tag list: @immahuman @lovingnahida @nayukiyukihira @dollfaced-erin (please comment below to be added to the tag list. i forgot who wanted to be tagged from now on so please let me know. sorry if i forgot you)

the next morning, you were clearly sore.

you were covered in love marks; bites, hickeys, but they were soft in terms of... well, image. and so was your session last night with your husband.

it was your first time doing it too, and jing yuan had been incredibly gentle with you. yes, it did hurt, it stung, but every moment that you felt any source of pain, he stopped to make sure you were okay.

after that, you had fallen asleep in his arms, and being unable to leave your side, he was unable to do any sort of aftercare for you... until the very next morning.

your eyes fluttered awake to the sight of soft, gentle rays of the sunlight invading through the window. your thighs were sore, and you were still hidden underneath the covers of your now shared blanket with jing yuan. you were so comfortable, you didn't want to move... but also, you were sore as well, so you definitely didn't want to do anything today.

looking to your right, you didn't see jing yuan anywhere. you felt a little saddened–maybe he had to go somewhere and do something important?

or maybe he was unsatisfied with your body and left you.

...nay, don't think like that now, y/n. the both of you literally shared a single night together, and he had always protected you and made sure you were safe and sound... especially now. you were fighting your self doubts, your insecurities and anxieties. because jing yuan loved you all the time.

"y/n?" you hear jing yuan's voice softly protrude through the door as it was slid open. he entered, holding a tray of what appeared to be breakfast and a side of tea that was given, too. your eyes brighten as you sat up, using the covers of your blanket to cover your chest.

his eyes linger on your shoulders and neck, satisfied that he gave you his territorial marks—you were his, and these marks are proof.

"jing yuan," you beam, happy to see him. you felt the world's weight lift off your shoulders as you see him waltz in, placing the tray on the empty nightstand.

"did you sleep well? are you hurting? i brought a heat pad with me just in case, too, if you required it."

you blink. as he sat the tray of food down, you watch him retrieve some sort of ointment from himself, and you were immediately embraced by the scent of herbal eucalyptus and lavender.

"i slept well... and i am a little sore. you didn't have to do all of this." you murmur, a little shy.

"you're right. i don't have to. but i want to. i want to take care of my wife, always." jing yuan flashed a smile at you as he sat down next to you, rubbing the ointment into his hands. "please, show me your back. i'd like to treat the marks i left on you so they don't hurt as much. i apologize if i went a little too far."

you shake your head as you turned your back towards him, letting him treat you. "y-you didn't. you were gentle... and..." good thing you weren't facing him now. you were hiding your face, cheeks reddening. "...i enjoyed it."

...yeah, you weren't facing him, so you didn't get to witness the sight of red that dusted on his cheeks. he cleared his throat awkwardly, shy and touched by your comment. "..i'm glad, love." he said, before giving a warning, "it's going to be cold."

gently, he rubbed the ointment all over your back in silence. you couldn't help but remember the scenes of last night. he was heavily breathing against you, whispering into your ear, kissing you, your neck... you immediately covered your face as your blush had deepened its color.

"ah-? y/n? is it too much?" jing yuan blinked, staring at you with worry.

"n-no, it's not that. i just... n-nothing."

"i see," jing yuan murmured, leaning in to give the back of your neck a kiss, "as long as you aren't hurt. then that's all that matters to me."

finishing up the treatment, he puts the ointment away before reaching over towards the tray of your aftercare food and drink, handing you the warm cup of jasmine tea.

"here, some jasmine tea for you." jing yuan smiles. "and some food here, too. if you want it."

your eyes brighten, glistening with delight as you take the cup. your lips meet at the brim of the cup, sipping gently.

securely, jing yuan was admiring you all the same, especially when he started to remember how adorable you looked last night. your cute voice, your mewls and moans, how you softly said his name... now it was his turn to feel embarrassed as he looks away, coughing into his hand.

you blink, looking at him with a bit of concern. "jing yuan? are you sick?"

"n-.. no. don't worry about it. just something was... erm, in my throat." he coughed again before clearing his throat. "i am fine, i reassure you."

you nod, smiling softly before you leaned over, planting a kiss onto your husband's lips. "okay... i believe you. but um... what's the agenda for today? will you be busy?"

"i was going to be busy," jing yuan responded, "but i decided to skip today and take an off day. i wanted to take you out later."

"ah," you tilt your head, "r-really? take me out? to where?"

"well, there's an event happening over at the central starskiff haven. have you been to one of those before?"

you shake your head, "no. what sort of event is it?"

"well, i guess it's like some annual race or whatever... but besides that, there is plenty of food and other stuff i'm sure you'd like. this time, i truly won't leave your side..." he gently squeezed your hand. "...not even a second. security has been heightened too, so you won't have to worry about... getting hurt again. "

you look down to your intertwined hands, safety and happiness washing over you as you nod slowly. "...alright."

over at the starskiff haven, you were immediately met by the bustling sounds of civilians and children joyously chattering amongst themselves. your hand was held by jing yuan the entire time, and never once did he let go of you for anything.

the event was a literal race of different starskiffs. others came to show off their modified engines and appearances, some came to just relax and enjoy the show, others just wanted to be there for the food... and now you were here, doing all of the above (besides racing).

jing yuan, you and lieutenant yanqing were accompanying each other, although yanqing was remaining a great distance from the both of you as he was ordered to remain on the look out for any suspicious activity.

you and jing yuan were just spending time together, not a single worry or doubt filled your guys' minds.

"ah, sesame balls," jing yuan purchased a few of these desserts before handing one to you, "here, have a try. then after, i'll take you to a nice location where you can see the view of the race."

you smile, taking the dessert before taking a bite out of it. realizing it was delicious, you immediately finish the dessert, your eyes brightening. "i-it's good!" you exclaimed as your husband now gave you an entire bag of them.

carrying the bag in your arms, you allowed your husband to take you over to a sky-scrape like building. the two of you traversed into it before finally hitting the top of the roof, where a beautiful tree was growing upon the top. a few people were here with their lovers, and you were merely one of the lovebirds that came to the roof. the tree almost looked similar to a cherry blossom tree, given the dancing of the twirling pink petals that were flying about... it was a beautiful view, especially with the tree's rain of its children.

you look towards jing yuan as he motioned you to come over, allowing you to sit next to him. you weren't really scared of heights, although you were a tad anxious. but you saw the beauty of xianzhou luofu, and... it brought you peace. with how beautiful the sky looked, with how nature beautified it all... you could stay up here forever just admiring the view.

the starskiffs below were racing amongst each other. you could hear the distant cheers of the spectators from below as you watched, smiling as you were watching how fast they were going. it was... fun.

"y/n."

your eyes peel towards jing yuan, a soft look adoring his visage as he was fixated upon you... then your eyes travel to a small, gift wrapped box.

"i've been meaning to give this to you. but... i was unable to."

you blinked as jing yuan placed the box into your hands, and you were met with the soft cool material of the object. you look back up at him, and he initiated with a nod. he wanted you to open it.

"when i had left you for a moment that day in aurum alley, it was to get you this. i was unable to look at it at first without thinking that i failed you, but..."

you opened it, revealing what appeared to be a beautiful jade necklace. it was very simple, very beautiful and nothing too excessively decorated. it was as though it were crafted by the hands of a goddess, and surely enough, it was made to be worn by one.

"...i just didn't want to continue to think like that. so i bought this for you. real jade, and all. fu xuan even enchanted it with some protection charm, as well."

you were silent, unable to say anything, admiring the piece of accessory. slowly, jing yuan extended his hands, lifting the necklace before slowly bringing it around your neck, helping you wear it.

"...y/n."

you look at him, your eyes nearly met with the stinging sensation of tears. you were... undeniably happy. at loss for words.

"...i want to apologize to you, at the bottom of my heart... for letting you get hurt that day."

god, how many times does he have to apologize for this? you already forgave him so many times...

"i should've been stronger to prevent you from g—!?"

to shut him up, you leaned over to give him a kiss, silencing him for a moment. you felt him smile against your lips as he pulls his arms around you, bringing you into his embrace.

"...you...you should stop that." you murmur. "please. it's okay. i'm safe now, aren't i?"

jing yuan nods slowly. you were right. he just... felt incredibly bad.

"...yes. you are. always."

he sighed deeply, his lips tugged to a faint smile. his hand came to hold yours again, digits intertwining.

"...y/n."

"yes... jing yuan?"

there was a moment of silence as his eyes lingered upon your own.

"...i love you."

the gentle breeze of the sky allowed the petals of the cherry-blossom like tree to dance even more, greeting each of their partners with a waltz. your heart had fluttered, your eyes brightening at his confession to you — for the first time, too. yes, the two of you spent that night together. the two of you were basically married. but...

to hear those words... you were filled with pure joy. because... that's how you felt too, with him.

and you can safely say it without a doubt,

"...i love you too, jing yuan!"

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #jing yuan #hsr jing yuan #honkai star rail jing yuan #jing yuan x reader

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block-tales-playerswap-au · 2 months ago

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oh chaaaaatt...

welcome to the Block Tales Playerswap AU! a lot of information on this AU comes from my main blog, @inkedover! this blog will ALSO follow the timeline of the quotev PS fic, so wherever the chapter is currently stopped is where the blog is chronologically.

and the aforementioned quotev fic would be here.

Currently:

Asks/Roleplay inbox for EVERYBOOOODYYYYY are OPEEEENNNN!!! If a character isn't listed feel free to shoot an ask to/about them anyway, this is a celebration after all!!!

General Location:

Somewhere in Blackrock/The Dream World.

RP character statuses:

Player: Oh dear Roblox I just stole from a child.

Hatred: Annoyed at having to run away with its tail between its legs.

Greed: I WANT MY SHINY THINGS AFDJEIJSKSOEO!!!!!!!

Solitude: What a great way to self-isolate!

Fear: WE'RE NOT OKAY

Red Noob: Absolutely struggling right now.

Blue Noob: Frostbite. And also permanent damage due to frostbite.

Benevolent King: …does anybody have ibuprofen? My head hurts…

Rockstar: Please let this be a normal 'save the world' situation…

Mayor Thaniyel: This is the third major event this year…

Woodsmen: Wondering why music man is bringing his dad to the Sacred Hollow.

Noobador: STOP SHOOTING AT ME.

down below is a synopsis of the story and the plot so far!

this will also include currently not in use tags. actually this just includes the entirety of the tag directory now.

warning, long. .]

Something is deeply wrong.

Something is new. Something that's not supposed to be new.

Following Red and Blue, they see their Uncle Shedletsky dueling against somebody.

Right as Shedletsky gains the upper hand both kids watch in horror as Shedletsky is struck down by his aggressor. A wave of chilling malevolence washes over them as the Player leaves, leaving Red and Blue to contemplate what had happened.

…this day…Blue Noob can swear she remembers it playing out differently. In fact, she can recall the fact that this day isn't supposed to go like this at all-...

Red snaps and begins following the Player. Blue can only helplessly follow as her brother traces the bloody path of the Player, only stopping when a mysterious figure sweeps them up into a surprisingly warm embrace and brings them to safety in the Ye Olde Inn.

Meanwhile, Player is having a mental breakdown. The voices they hear in their head...they were loud. Incessant. They wanted more. They wanted everything.

It doesn't matter what sacrifices needed to be made to achieve these goals.

Aaaand story stops about here!

all tags currently:

Red Noob: #raring red (general character tag)

Blue Noob: #bashful blue (general character tag)

Benevolent King: #frigid crown (general character tag)

Player: #persistence leads you forward (general character tag)

Hatred: #the hatred from within (general character tag) and #"Builderman?" (disguised tag)

Greed: #the greed that drives you forward (general character tag) and #$hedletsky (disguised tag)

Solitude: #the solitude that holds you back (general character tag) and #Mr. Cassel (disguised tag)

Fear: #the fear that holds you down (general character tag) and #Nighteyes (disguised tag)

Rockstar: #Your Sorry Superstar (general character tag)

Mayor Thaniyel: #Guardian of the Venomshank (general character tag)

Woodsmen: #The trees are talking?! (general character tag)

Noobador: #Coming in with the steel chair!!! (general character tag)

Kyoko: #The Therapist Friend (general character tag)

Green Noob and Purple Noob: #green thug and #purple noob (general character tags)

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hwascripts · 2 years ago

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Hellish Fevers

Desc: It's flu season in the Devildom. Good thing Beelzebub is here to be your caretaker (and your personal space heater)

Pairing: Beelzebub (Obey Me!) x GN!Reader

Tags: Literally just fluff. Beel also makes a bad joke about eating you.

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A/n: This has been brewing for like two weeks now? Funnily enough I finished this while recovering from a cold.

1:19 AM The clock displays in bold, neon red blocks. You sigh for the millionth time that night, your eyelids aching for rest. But how could you sleep? How could anyone sleep with a fever like this?

If anyone had warned you earlier that flu season was a real thing in the devildom, AND it was 10x worse than a bad cold in the human world, you would’ve stocked up on a pharmacy’s worth of vitamins. But no, here you were, sicker than all hell and damn miserable too.

Your nose felt like someone had plugged it with cotton, and your head felt no better. A raging headache that not even the strongest painkiller could quell.

That was the case until Beelzebub showed up moments later, nearly knocking down your door, his arms filled with items you couldn't make out.

“Why didn't you tell anyone you’re sick?” he asks, setting everything down on your night table. Upon closer inspection, Beelzebub had brought a hot cup of tea, snacks and some more cold medication.

“How did you know I was sick?” You question, watching as he moves to stir some honey into your tea. He wordlessly hands it to you before standing in front of your bed.

“I heard you coughing as I was heading down to the kitchen. You sounded real sick. You look real sick too” Beel states, his large hand resting on your forehead.

“Burning up” He mutters, hand sliding downwards to caress your face gently. A blissful sigh leaves your lips. His hand felt so warm against your skin.

You nuzzle your face into Beelzebub’s hand, desperately chasing after the warmth his body always provides. On any other occasion, you’d be embarrassed about nuzzling up to him like a clingy cat. But hell, you were sicker than ever before, and he willingly played the caretaker role.

“Cold?” He asks, hand resting against your forehead again. You nod, only giving a slight cough and sniffle in response. Beel frowns.

You moan in discontent when the demon pulls his hand away, only to make a slight noise of surprise when he pulls back your bed covers and gestures for you to move over. You shift over to the other side of the bed, giving enough room for the massive demon to slip in beside you.

“I’ll keep you warm if that's okay?”Beelzebub asks as he sits down at the edge of the bed, waiting for your permission. You look up at him, an adorable look of concern plastered on his face.

“But won’t you get sick?” You question, voice muffled as you sip on the tea he brewed for you. Your eyes flutter shut at the way the honey soothes your throat. Beel shakes his head, a gentle smile on his face as he watches you enjoy the tea.

“No, the only thing that makes me sick is Solomon’s cooking. I accidentally ate some of the cookies he made, and I couldn't eat anything for a full twelve hours- it was horrible!” Beel grimaces at the memory. You giggle quietly.

“My condolences for that awful experience” You tease, wincing when your aching throat sends you into a coughing fit. Beel softly rubs your back.

“It’s okay. Now I’ve learned how to spot Solomon’s cooking” He grins. You laugh silently before looking him in the eyes, signalling for him to slide into the bed with you. He takes your cup of tea and places it on the side table.

Beel wordlessly shuffles into the bed with you, his warmth radiating through the bed without him even touching you. He pulls the covers back up to your shoulders.

“Is it okay if I hold you?” He asks, violet eyes looking at you. You nod. He wastes no time pulling you against him. His long, muscular arms hold you securely against his chest. Soft, pleased noises escape your lips as his warmth surrounds your body.

“You’re almost like a cat” Beelzebub comments, snickering quietly. You stare up at him, your tired eyes blinking at him.

“And you’re like a heated blanket” You yawn, face snuggling against his chest. His heartbeat fills your ears. The steady sound of it makes it incredibly hard to stay awake.

It surely doesn’t help when his hand rests against your head, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your throbbing temple.

“Get some sleep. Your body needs it” He hums, continuing to rub your temple gently. You’re in no position to fight, your body listening to his command.

“Thank you, Beel” You yawn sleepily, shutting your eyes. Beel only hums in response, his chin resting on your shoulder.

The two of you lay there quietly, cuddled in each other's arms. The only sound to be heard is your soft breathing. That is until a grumble from Beel’s stomach meets your ears.

“Sorry...I ate a bunch of Mammon’s hellfire noodles” Beelzebub murmurs. You roll your eyes.

“So long as you don't accidentally eat me, we’re good.”

“Sick humans don't taste good.”

You stiffen in his hold.

“That was just a joke.”

You exhale in relief.

“Kinda...”

“Beelzebub!”

The demon in question only laughs at your scolding, once again reassuring you it was just a poorly attempted joke before telling you to take a nap. Finally, you relax into his arms, allowing sleep to take over your exhausted body. Beelzebub softly smiles as your sleeping form, his hand caressing your back.

“Get better soon, alright?” He mumbles, shutting his own eyes and falling asleep beside you.

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 1 year ago

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"get me a damned matcha" | Chapter 20: January II

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✧ pairing ➼ levi ackerman x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, fem!reader, afab!reader, smut (minors go away), oral (fem receiving), blowjob, public sex (kinda), alcohol, college-typical parties, levi being possessive ✧ word count ➼ ~5.7k

“You’re so busy with your roommate-turned-boyfriend that you forgot all about us, didn’t you?”

You rolled your eyes so far back into the back of your head that it physically hurt.

“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to literally punch you, Oluo,” you scolded as you scowled at him. “It’s been a busy winter break, okay?”

You looked up as the club members began gathering. You had been so preoccupied with your personal life, from the car accident to figuring out whatever was going on with Levi, that the club was one of the last things on your mind. Plus, with the transition of your executive board that were all graduating in a few months to the new board that was made up mostly of the newer club members, you having a more hands-off approach was likely more helpful than it was harmful.

“Plus, it wouldn’t hurt for you to help out every once in a while,” you added, throwing a snide remark towards your commonly confused VP.

“I help out!” he protested.

“Uh-huh,” you mumbled, giving him a skeptical look.

You looked up as you saw the freshmen, now sophomores, gather amongst each other. It’s been a few months since you’ve last seen most of them, but the dynamics you observed seemed exactly the same as day one. Your goal of forming a community was moving in the right direction and your only hope was that the club could hold itself together in your absence.

“Okay, everyone take a seat!” you announced, slightly smacking away Sasha’s hand, which was already heading towards the pastries. “We’ll go through our overview for today before digging into the pastries.”

You threw a side glance at Sasha, who now had a slight pout on her face from being denied her opportunity to snack. If you allowed her to have a head start on picking out the snacks, then there wouldn’t be enough for everyone else by the time that your announcement was over.

The main goal of today’s session was deciding on a new executive board after you, Oluo, and Petra graduate. Your priority was just to pick out a president and vice president and then leave the rest of the executive board members to be picked by the new presidents. You wanted a smooth transition, but you also wanted the future direction of the Honors Society to be determined by its future members, not by people that would be leaving in less than six months.

After around ten to fifteen minutes of discussion, the group reached a consensus on having Armin take up your role as president and being the primary go-to person when it came to club activities and future directions. He had the best grades to represent the club when it came to renewal proposals to the university and was the most likely to be able to balance school with club responsibilities.

After some additional discussion, it was declared that Jean would be the vice president, having shown the most interest in taking up the other leadership position. You let the two take over in leading the rest of the meeting, with the goal of mapping out the rest of the semester or, if they were feeling ambitious, the next academic year. They ended up focusing on planning another social activity at the end of year using your current funds.

You smiled to yourself as you sat back and let Armin and Jean take over. Undergrad was overall a shitshow for you, but your goal to form a community was at least met in some capacity, even if it was less for yourself and more for the new cohort of individualized students that came in at the beginning of last year.

Even if your grades and relationships—both professional and personal—weren’t the best, at least you were able to leave an impact in some form.

Although your undergraduate experience was filled with misfortunes and you couldn’t reasonably say that you enjoyed it, at least the very end was filled with good memories to cherish, and that was enough for you.

~~~~~

“So you’re giving up your club to the brats?”

You frowned at Levi’s comment, discontent with the way that he worded his comment, although it was technically true.

“No,” you grumbled, giving him a side-eye. “I’m trying to make it a smooth transition for the e-board so they don’t have to deal with the same shitshow we did.”

“Sounds like giving it up to me.”

You threw a balled up napkin at him, which he immediately caught while giving you a scowl. He was currently mid-shift at the cafe, and having to be the target of paper projectiles that were getting launched over the counter hardly seemed appropriate. He didn’t particularly give a shit about the opinions of the customers or management, but it would make his day more annoying.

“They’ll be juniors next year,” you said with a sigh, “which is how old I was when I started it, so it’s not like they don’t know what they’re doing.”

Levi grunted before getting back to managing his orders. They were all annoyingly bland and standard—even moreso than the Matcha he had roasted you about the first time you met—so he was able to mindlessly do it. He watched as you began to type on your laptop, finally able to catch that elusive focus that had been evading you for weeks. You took a sip of the Matcha that Levi had made you, hoping it would provide you with the motivation to meet your writing goal for the day.

After a few minutes, Levi reached over to take your empty Matcha mug from you, and he raised an eyebrow at seeing the intense look in your eyes as you were typing. You seemed to notice that he was watching you and looked up at him.

“What?” you asked, unsure if something was wrong.

“Never asked, but what is it that you’re actually writing?”

You blinked at him a few times, surprised that he asked about your writing. He had known about your writing project throughout the entirety of the time that you had lived with him, but he never mentioned it until now.

Unsure how to respond, you scratched at your head with a bashful look appearing on your face.

“Just a light novel,” you said hesitantly. You were always nervous to share that you were doing creative writing for a living, likely as a result of your aunt being as skeptical as she was.

“I’m doing a set-up and if it goes well, I might try to expand it into a series after graduation.”

Once Levi made it apparent that he was actually listening to what you were working on, your eyes immediately lit up, beginning to narrate that you had created a dystopian universe that involved humanity getting taken over by man-eating monsters, which you had fleshed out significantly throughout the course of the last year and a half, but part of you was still doubtful if your concept would be acceptable as your capstone project. If the university was wanting a more traditional literary archetype, you would have to completely scrap your current novel and start over.

“Speaking of, what are you planning to do after you graduate?”

That was a question you can’t recall ever thinking about. Given everything that had happened throughout your undergraduate experience, you found yourself just coasting along, prioritizing your book so that you could graduate. The only thing related to graduation that crossed your mind was whether you’d be able to finish your light novel in time or not. Any plans post-graduation were lost on you. It just wasn’t a priority.

“I’m really not sure,” you muttered quietly, and it was unclear if you were talking to Levi or yourself. You looked back up at him with a slight grin. “Maybe I’ll choose to torture myself and go after a PhD like you and complain about all the reading and research I have to do.”

Levi did not return your grin.

“Kidding,” you said with an exasperated tone upon seeing his unwavering expression. “I really don’t know, I-”

You paused mid-sentence, running all of the scenarios that had occurred throughout the past 3-4 years through your head.

“...I wasn’t sure if I was going to even make it this far if I’m being completely honest,” you admitted, almost ashamed to say it out loud. Although things had been looking up recently, college still wasn’t a pleasant experience for you.

The frown on Levi’s face persisted, although it wasn’t necessarily in response to your comment about having little confidence in your own ability to graduate.

He was having the selfish thought of wondering what he would have to do if you moved out. If you were going to another school for graduate school or to get a job like Miche did, it would mean that you would move out, likely to a different town, while Levi was still stuck near Paradis University to finish his graduate program.

You had only been together for a few months, but he already found himself overly concerned over the inevitable decision you’d have to make regarding your housing once May rolled around.

~~~~~

Once Levi’s shift was over, the two of you made it back to your apartment. However, relaxing was the last thing that you were able to do.

It was nowhere near spring, but Levi decided that it was time to do his annual “spring cleaning” of the entire apartment. You vaguely remembered him spending 4-5 days straight last year just cleaning and getting rid of old junk that he hadn’t really touched throughout the year. At the time, you thought he was just going through one of his cleaning sprees, when suddenly anything that had even a speck of dust on it would completely ruin his mood on sight. It wasn’t until today that you realized this was an annual habit of his.

“It keeps shit from piling up,” he muttered from the kitchen as he piled up old unused tupperware that you completely forgot about.

“Mhm,” you mumbled from the dining room as you sorted through the mail. Your leasing company had decided to inconveniently switch up the software they used for managing utilities over the new year, so December’s bills came through the mail, leaving your normally empty mailbox filled with bills that you’d have to manually pay. It was a pain in the ass.

As you piled up the bills while setting aside any junk mail to toss (or shred) later, your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion when you pulled up a flyer. It wasn’t inside an envelope and was printed on a black sheet of paper with obnoxious text colors. It seemed the local bar was hosting a happy hour, likely to gather the attention of the students that were coming back into town for the beginning of the semester.

You walked over towards the kitchen and held the flyer up.

“You wanna go?” you asked as you pointed the flyer in Levi’s direction.

Levi looked over at the flyer and took it from you, a frown appearing on his face as he read the contents of it. He set it down and gave you an unamused look.

“Only if you don’t end up sitting around while every other dude comes around to hit on you again,” he grumbled.

Being reminded of the events last February brought a small blush onto your cheeks, which only increased in intensity as you felt Levi walk up to you and place his hands on the counter behind you, enclosing you in.

“It’d be even harder to watch now compared to last year,” he mumbled as he moved his hands onto your waist.

You looked into his soft, gray eyes that seemed to read you like an open book every time you looked into them. You’d find yourself wondering if he always looked at you like that. If so, you certainly didn’t notice until now.

Levi pulled you in and gently planted his lips on yours, almost as if he was trying to send you some unspoken message regarding why the last thing he wanted to do was to watch you get hit on by random people while drunk at a party.

You pulled away with a mischievous look in your eyes.

“Oh? Why’s that?” you teased with a cheeky grin.

Levi immediately pulled away with an eye roll, turning around to walk into his room, shutting the door.

You bit on your lip to stifle your laughter at his reaction.

“...So you coming or not?” you called out, indicating that you were likely going to go whether he went with you or not. It wasn’t like the two of you could spend an actual night in with the chaos that was Levi’s incessant cleaning spree spread out around the apartment. You knew he’d have it pristine within the next day or two, but your usual movie while cuddling date nights had to be shelved for now.

Levi cracked his door open and poked his head out.

“It’s either that or I drive in the middle of the night to pick your dumb ass up, so I guess so,” he grumbled before disappearing into his room again.

~~~~~

This bar party was certainly better than the other parties he had been dragged along to throughout the past year or so. Although the music was still obnoxiously loud on the dance floor, the dining area was far away enough that it was bearable. It was the only place that Levi could find himself in while still being able to hear his own thoughts over the music.

You were a few drinks in at this point, having run up to the bar as soon as you arrived, immediately taking 2-3 shots before trying to drag Levi onto the dance floor. He was adamantly against it, grumbling that it was too loud and that there were too many people—and he refused to dance. You gave him a pout before you finally gave up and waltzed onto the dance floor with the few people that you recognized from the university.

Levi watched you from the bar, sipping on a beer. You did look like you were legitimately having fun, which at least meant that it wasn’t a complete waste of time to come out here. People continued to trickle onto the dance floor, which meant that it was getting more and more crowded. Unfortunately, it also meant that the guys who had been eyeing you all night were now dancing just a bit too close to you for Levi’s comfort.

He glanced to the side in an unamused fashion when some random undergrad decided to sit on the bar stool next to him. They were too close and they reeked of alcohol. Levi was tempted to get up and grab you to leave.

“Too crowded for you?” they asked.

“...You could say that,” Levi eventually responded before taking another sip of his beer, turning to watch you on the dance floor again. Although he was now facing away from that undergrad, he could tell that they were watching you too. You were front and center, having the time of your life.

“She yours?” they asked.

Levi gave them a skeptical look without answering, as if he was offended that they even asked that question.

He wasn’t the type to get jealous, but the amount of eyes (and the occasional hand) on you was driving him up the walls. As he set his eyes on you again, he felt a growing discomfort coming from his chest that made him feel restless and on edge.

You eventually made eye contact with him and saw that he was looking over at you, prompting you to come back to the bar, motioning for the bartender to get you another drink.

Once you nodded to the bartender and you were able to look back down at Levi again, you noticed that your boyfriend was semi-glaring at you, which was unexpected. Frowns, and even scowls, were expected and normal. This somewhat hostile glare was not.

“What got you all grumpy?”

He averted his eye contact and sipped on his beer again. If the music wasn’t so loud and if you weren’t slightly buzzed, then you might have heard whatever it was that he was grumbling to himself underneath his breath.

You looked up and saw the undergrad sitting behind him waving at you, and you quickly returned the gesture with a smile, being too intoxicated to pick up any flirtatious looks that were being thrown your way.

Before you got a chance to introduce yourself or verbally greet them, you felt Levi snake his arm around your waist and pull you flush up against him. Your face heated up at the sudden gesture, and even moreso when you saw the undergrad’s eyes widening before they awkwardly backed away.

You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, looking down at him with a frown.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” he grumbled as he finished the rest of his beer while keeping his grip on your waist tight.

You watched him as a hint of concern entered your eyes. There was something going on. Given the fact that the bar was getting a bit too rowdy for even your tastes, you decided it would be best if the two of you called it a night.

“You wanna head out?” you asked, getting his attention by slightly shaking his shoulders. “It’s getting stuffy in here and it’s giving me a headache.”

Without turning his head, he looked towards you with a suspicious expression. He knew what you were doing. You could tell that he was upset and bothered by something, which prompted your desire to leave, although you were telling the truth about the bar beginning to get stuffy from the sheer amount of people present. However, instead of protesting, Levi simply paid off his tab and got up, following you as you led the way to the front door.

You grimaced upon feeling the cold winter air hit your skin. It had been warmer when you had first arrived, so all you wore was a thin long-sleeve, but that barely protected you from the now freezing temperature outside. Even the alcohol barely offset how cold you felt.

You immediately felt something get wrapped around your shoulders and you looked up, seeing that Levi had taken off his coat and put it around you, which prompted another blush to appear on your cheeks.

Instead of walking to the car, he led you to an alleyway at the side of the bar. There were quite the amount of people in the parking lot, so you figured that it was due to Levi wanting to wait it out so that you wouldn’t have to maneuver your way through the crowd to his car.

His frown hadn’t disappeared the entire time. It had appeared at some point while you were dancing and was just plastered onto his face the entire night. Levi rarely found himself jealous, but that was all he felt now. He wasn’t sure if it was because the two of you had entered an official relationship, but it felt so much worse than it did back in March when you were set to go on a date with Floche—if he was even willing to admit that what was going on underneath the surface at the time was jealousy.

You were looking at the crowd and frowned. It wasn’t going to dissipate any time soon. You might just have to bite the bullet and bear through the crowd if you wanted to leave any time soon.

Prepared to communicate this to Levi, you began to turn to face him.

He gave you a dark look upon making eye contact with you before stepping forward and placing his hand at the back of your neck, crashing his lips against yours in a much deeper kiss than you would have expected from him, given the fact that you were in public.

You let out a muffled and surprised yelp, not expecting him to be this forward, although you certainly didn’t mind, returning the gesture by gripping onto the collar of his shirt and further pressing your lips against his.

He was much more into it than he was even when the two of you were horny and rushing to clumsily get your clothes off as soon as you could. You felt him biting against your lips and his other hand tightly gripped at your waist.

You were out of breath by the time you were able to break the kiss.

“L-Levi-!” you gasped. “What’s gotten into you?!”

He blinked slowly as he gazed into your eyes, his expression unwavering.

“Just shut up and kiss me,” he mumbled before pulling you in again.

You were slowly starting to put the pieces together. He had gotten overly grumpy once that one random undergrad began waving at you and you vaguely remembered the scowl on his face whenever someone on the dance floor got a bit too close to you with their suggestive dancing. You smiled into the kiss as you felt his tongue prodding at your lips.

You pulled away, denying him access as you mused with an amused tone in your voice.

“Were you…jealous?” you teased.

He only responded by scowling at you, which provided you with an answer itself.

“I take it that’s a yes?”

“Don’t push it,” he growled before pulling you in again, except this time, he was much more relentless with shoving his tongue into your mouth, drawing a quiet, muffled moan out of you. He held you tightly as his tongue swirled around you, feeling the overwhelming need to assert his dominance over you and do what he could to claim you as his, and his alone.

He’d mark you if he had any less pride and a slightly lower sense of dignity.

You soon found yourself pressed up with your back against the wall as he caged you in, still relentless in his assault on your mouth with his tongue. The two of you were getting so heated that your hot breaths were visible in the cold air. His hand that was on the back of your neck roamed down your body, pausing for a split second to squeeze at your breast on the way down before settling on your waist.

When he finally broke the kiss again, he leaned in and whispered into your ear, his voice breathy and deep.

“You’re mine.”

The combination of the words themselves and the way he said it made you shiver as you felt your entire body heat up. Your hands slowly roamed from his arms down to his chest and lower abdomen and it took every ounce of willpower you had to keep yourself from begging him to fuck you right then and there.

You heard the door to the bar open and froze, expecting Levi to pull away, just like you had during the Halloween party. However, he did the exact opposite and pulled you into another heated kiss.

Levi absolutely hated PDA. Even holding hands in public made him uncomfortable. Those affectionate acts were reserved for you and him and were special because it was yours, and not something that the rest of the world had the privilege of seeing. However, for the entirety of the night, he had the overwhelming urge to basically announce to the world that you were his.

The entire town could stand by to witness it and he wouldn’t give a single shit, as long as it sent the message that you were taken and off-limits to anyone who might have even been considering approaching you with dubious intent.

Levi Ackerman couldn’t stand PDA, but he was more than willing to resort to it in cases like these in which he felt the need to make a very clear point to the world: that you were his.

~~~~~

Once he felt your hands tugging at his belt buckles, he knew it was time to go. You had been surprised when he had roughly planted his lips against yours in the alleyway, but quickly adjusted. Before long, you were pulling his hip towards yours, moving his hands from your waist to your ass, and raising your leg to loosely wrap around him. He had to pull the cord if he wanted to avoid fucking you on the spot. Although he was willing to show you off and make out with you, he had enough dignity left in him to not fuck you in public.

The original plan was to wait until the two of you got home, but you were both worked up and imagining sitting still on the drive home and having to walk your way from the car up into the apartment seemed like hell, so you were more than relieved when you saw Levi pull the car into a dark, empty parking lot.

Levi was forced to get out of the car and get into the backseat properly, but you were small enough that you were able to squeeze through the front seats, crawling over the divider to meet him in the back just in time for him to shut the car door and pull you into him, reconnecting your lips.

“Well, this is kind of scandalous, isn’t it-”

Levi cut you off by tangling up your hair within his fingers and pulling you back into him, his tongue easily shoving past your lips. He was towering over you, aggressively asserting dominance with his tongue over yours as he slowly pushed you backwards until he was on top of you. Your back was to the seat cushion, with your head propped up against the car door. With how horny you were, the slightly uncomfortable angle that you were laying at was the least of your concerns.

Your breathing destabilized as you felt his lips roughly connect with your neck, the warm feeling sending shivers throughout your body from shock due to how cold your skin was after standing outside for a prolonged period of time. Your hands quickly moved down to begin unbuttoning your jeans, the feeling of your wetness pooling onto your panties beginning to feel more unbearable by the second.

Levi’s hands quickly joined yours to help you as he began to trail sloppy kisses down your neck to your collarbone. He tugged at the sides of your jeans, pulling your panties down along with it as he moved down your body. Due to how impatient you were and the limited amount of room in the backseat of his car, you only undressed one leg while your jeans and panties hung off the other.

Your face flared up as you watched Levi push your thighs apart, leaving you completely exposed to his hungry eyes while you were technically still in public. He only made eye contact with you for a brief second before he descended down onto you, throwing your calves over his shoulders, his quick movements matching the lustful desire shown in his eyes.

You immediately covered your mouth with your hand, your body immediately jerking upon feeling his tongue make its way inside your folds. The sound of him slurping up your juices while trying to catch his breath in between sounded absolutely obscene and erotic at the same time, making your clit throb in response. Your free hand began to move down towards your heat, your body responding to your instinctual desire to touch yourself as he tongued your hole.

Levi immediately noticed and smacked your hand away. Knowing what it was that you were trying to do, he was quick to begin rubbing at your clit himself, almost as if his pride would have been bruised if you had succeeded in “assisting” him in getting you to cum.

In typical Levi fashion, he performed a mix of licking, tonguing, sucking, and kissing at your cunt that quickly brought you to the brink of an orgasm.

You bit down on your hand to stifle your moan as you felt your legs tense around him, your orgasm hitting you like a sudden wave, and you felt your lower abdominal area twitching in response to him sucking at your clit mid-orgasm.

When you were finally able to catch your breath and focus your vision again, you looked down at him and saw him peering back at you with dilated pupils. He sat up, letting your legs fall from his shoulders and you quickly maneuvered yourself so that you were on your knees, pushing him gently so that he was seated with his back against the door.

You roughly planted your lips on him, subtly grinning as you tasted yourself on him, and biting at his bottom lip with desire, with your hands moving down to clumsily unbuckle his pants. You could already feel how hard he was, and wondered how painful it must have been to have to hold it in under his somewhat tight pants, and how relieving it must have been when his cock finally sprung out.

You heard his breath hitch at the feeling of his cock coming into contact with the cold air. You kissed him one last time before wrapping your fingers around his length, gently pumping it back and forth, spreading the already gathering precum over his tip. You watched as his cheeks flushed up as you teased him by only rubbing your thumb over the tip of his cock.

He was more than frustrated by the time you finally scooched down to begin planting kisses on his cock, dragging your tongue from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip. Your tongue swirled around his tip and you placed both of your palms on his thighs before finally wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. You looked at him with mischief in your eyes as you simply continued tonguing at his tip without taking him in further.

He returned your gaze with a dark look in his eyes and you immediately felt his fingers running through your hair again.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he growled quietly right before he bunched up your hair and shoved your head all the way down to his hips.

Your fingers dug into his thighs as you gagged from feeling the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat.

Although Levi held you there firmly, he never took his eyes off you, carefully watching your reaction, ready to let go at the first sign of struggle.

After a few seconds, he finally let go and you popped up, gasping for air as you wiped the spit that was gathering at the edge of your lips.

“Too much?” he asked quietly, still watching you carefully.

“Only if it is for you,” you muttered after finally catching your breath before diving down again, taking him in deeper this time.

Levi grit his teeth upon feeling your tongue exploring his tip before traveling around his shaft. His hand quickly found its way into your hair again, promptly pressing your head all the way down again, paired with him thrusting his cock up into your mouth. His breath shuddered as he felt his cock twitch at the sound of you gagging again as you struggled to breathe.

Tears were stinging your eyes by the time he let you go again to catch your breath.

Taking the hint over how impatient he must have been feeling, you began to suck him off harder, using your hand to pump him at his base while your lips traveled up and down his shaft.

Levi leaned his head back against the door with his eyes closed, trying his best to contain himself to avoid cumming on the spot.

You heard a faint whimper escape his lips as his cock twitched in your mouth. He was close, and you knew it. You took the hint and began to move both your hand and your lips faster along his length, paying particular attention to his tip with your tongue.

The sudden change in pace resulted in Levi losing his composure and a quiet, but audible moan came from his throat as he shot his load down your throat. His breathing destabilized once he felt you continue to move your mouth up and down his cock, with his body jerking as you flicked your tongue against his tip. Having just cummed and being more than overstimulated from the feeling of you on him, Levi was forced to dig his fingers through your hair again to pull you off with how sensitive he currently was.

You shot him a small grin as you wiped the remaining cum off your lips that you weren’t able to swallow.

“Revenge is a bitch, isn’t it?” you teased, referring to all the times he fucked you through your orgasms, leaving you a panting, twitching mess under him.

It took a few seconds for him to respond as he breathed heavily and reoriented himself back to reality.

“That a sign for me to stop?” he finally asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Fuck no,” you responded, a bit faster than you would have liked to admit.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he grumbled, although there was a playful look in his eyes when he came into eye contact with you.

You shoved at him, rolling your eyes as you began pulling your pants back on, with him following suit. The windows had gotten fogged up and you silently prayed that there wasn’t anyone roaming around to put the pieces together as to what was happening in the backseat of this car that was parked in the middle of nowhere.

A small and barely noticeable smirk appeared on your face as you recalled that today’s escapade resulted from Levi getting jealous and possessive over some random person that had waved at you at the bar.

Not that you’d purposefully torture him by making him jealous or anything along the lines of that, but if this was the result every time he was feeling possessive in any sort of way, then you certainly wouldn’t mind.

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