#personally getting all my complaining out of the way lets me be pleasantly surprised when things grow on me

[alistairkisser]

"can't you guys shut up and stop complaining about the announcements and just have fun" i am having fun. i like complaining

[weeping-statue]

Luca x Reader !!

—Genre: Kinda more on the romantic side, but there are still some playful platonic stuff, maybe fluffy? I’m not sure what I’d categorize a slice-of-life esque idea like this-

—Luca (Main headcanons): Luca is a very playful person, so his main love language is teasing /‘words of affirmation’, though it’s obvious when he’s doing it romantically- saying how you “stole his heart”, as a playful jab at your so-called crime. Ever since your story hit the news ‘a scandalous maid heist, good maid (nonbinary or gender neutral) gone bad!!’, he was interested, the way you pleaded seemed genuine reminding him of his own case, he didn’t kill his mentor.. He didn’t!! But seeing your face in the papers, he couldn’t help but catch feelings

—Plot: (Also this takes place pre-manor) You and Luca were put in the same prison, for similar reasons, you also were framed for a crime you didn’t commit, thievery against the rich family you worked for, when actually, it was another maid, but you couldn’t prove your innocence and got sentenced. The story starts when you first get put in that jail cell, the same empty cell, Luca was eager to find out who his cellmate was, unaware, yet pleasantly surprised his little obsession was going to be living with him, starting off with a bang, all flirty and teasing

—M anon: Your biggest fan !!

(ALSO HAII!! Sorry I didn’t see you wrote and answered my request, I’m honored you value me so much because I love your head canons and writings so much!! I hope you’re doing good and have a great night or day!!)

Hi!! I’m so glad you like my writing <3 you have no idea how happy I am to see you back in my inbox!

Luca finding out he’s sharing a cell with his latest obsession!

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Like always let’s just set ourselves up for this

I feel like they’d have some sort of newspaper system of world wide things so that they could all be informed, and not be as desensitized.

Prison is a cruel and inhumane place as it is, and losing yourself in there is not at all ideal.

Lucas favorite part of his day in prison is getting that half dirty pamphlet of news to read.

Usually he’d make fun of the stupid people in the world when he got bored, but a very interesting case came up.

“Rouge maid, steels and threatens rich and famous businessman’s family! Maid has been apprehended and is being taken for interrogation, leading to a trial.”

A picture of your tear stained and scared face was posted to the side of the text.

You looked too soft, too.. innocent to have done anything.

He didn’t believe their stupid words for a moment.

Ever since then, he’d been keeping track of your case

Cutting out your pictures and hanging them on the wall of his cold cell

Keeping important details about you underneath of them

Studying you with what little he has

And to his shock when he gets the most recent update, there was nothing about you.

It was like he missed the ending of his favorite show and could never watch it again.

Luca had asked around if anyone knew of what happened, but nobody could come up with decent answers, only a,

“I’m not sure, I wasn’t really paying attention. All I know is that someone new is coming in later today.”

Well that wasn’t helpful.

He let out a huff and continued on with his day, working hard to get it all over with so he could brood peacefully in his cell.

Rereading the scraps of paper, when his cell door was slammed open.

“Hey! Get up and make room. You’ve got a new cell mate.” The guard had yelled.

Shoving in his roommate aggressively, letting them hit the floor with a groan.

He sat up taking a closer look only to have his jaw drop.

There was absolutely no way, the person he’s been crushing on is sitting in front of him, in this hidden corner.

He wasn’t exactly complaining though.. ��

His first encounter of you was basically just trying to convince him you were innocent, you were framed, set up by another maid.

He gently calmed you down, saying he knew and understood, because he too, was framed.

That small comfort of knowing you weren’t alone in your unfair situation is what blossomed these feelings for him overtime. —

Only later into your stay did you start to open up more, showing a more vulnerable side.

Which he heavily appreciated, because that means his obsession is somewhat understandable. And that you were okay with it? Right? You liked him as much as he did you! That had to be the reason why you would let him hold you at night when it got into the negatives! Or why you’d tell him such secretive things about yourself!

That also had to be the reason why you’d stick near him.

You felt safe with him because you liked him, or as he hoped loved him.

And yeah, feelings started to develop. Especially when he would hold you during the freezing nights. Sharing body heat to stay warm. Further into the ‘relationship’ when he thinks you’re sleeping, you’ll hear him whisper sweet nothings into your ear, “You’ve stolen my heart, my soul, and I’ve never been more happy.” —

Let’s say this is after the confessions, this is just how he’d act during your relationship. Kinda suggestive so if you don’t like it, it will be marked for you to skip by one of these “18+—“

Luca would always be touching you in some way, with his hands either on your shoulder, or interlaced with your own.

You would move both of your cots together to make a bigger bed for you to share.

Temple kisses are his favorite.

He enjoys coming up to you and placing a chaste kiss there while you’re working.

He fantasizes about being able to shower with you depending on your gender. Not entirely sexual either; just the warm skin on skin contact is what he craves.

He watches over you when he can, not entirely trusting of the other prisoners.

18+—

He likes quickies, because throughout the day you barely see each other, so these quick intimate moments are nice.

Again with the shower thing

He likes to try to make you loud, because he knows if you get caught you’ll be in trouble but it’s so much fun to tease you with that though.

He loves being each other’s little secret.

Sometimes during intimate moments he lets his obsessive side slip, telling you things about how he’s fantasized about you for a while. How you can’t escape his mind.

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My mood swings have been horrible so if it affects my writing that’s why..

[roachesbf]

You already know who it isssssss!!!

If you’re up for it, considering you’ve already done a bear courting fic with König if I’m correct.. anywho, if you’re up to it! Bear!Price.

He’s just so big and hairy, and likely musky with an earthy scent. Probably constantly scenting your room or clothes, sometimes even your person as a whole. Big hands keeping you as close as possible.

He’s so possessive at times, keeping you in big bear hugs as he huffs and growls towards anyone too close for liking. He just wants you to himself, can’t risk having someone else’s scent on you.

The man is a heavy sleeper, and refuses to let you go once you’re in bed with him. Keeping you borderline hostage as he purrs and hums pleasantly.

And he’s big on providing. Living up to his little fishermen’s hat as he constantly goes out and brings you back the nicest fish he could find. He wants to show you that he can provide! The perfect mate, no?

He’s just so big on making sure you’re safe and loved. He wants you to know it too. Doting on you constantly and spoiling you with his love.

Anywhooo, per usual, keep up the amazing work!!<333

- 🪶

Bear Price Headcanons

Hohoho you’re totally right about Price’s scenting obsession, he loves having you wear his clothing. Hats, jackets, shirts you name it, at this point his clothes are your clothes. He’s got such an aggressive scent to others though, it’s almost impossible to not smell him on you since he’s with you any chance he gets. Holding you close or nuzzling his beard into your neck, tickling you in the process. It quite literally makes everyone sick and they complain to him about constantly scenting you but he just looks away and says he has no idea what they’re talking about. 

This mf is so funny though because in his sleep he’ll accidentally roll onto you, a few smacks on his back he wakes up and with a grumbly tone says “Sorry about that love :3” But he’s not sorry at all because he thinks it’s pretty funny and you’re lucky if he doesn’t do it again later that night. If he's not on top of you he’s got you in a strong hold on your waist, keeping you close that he’s practically suffocating you but shittt nobody here is gonna complain.

I feel like he’s very embarrassed about being jealous and possessive, because what does he have to worry about at his grown age. If he was doing something and he saw someone interacting with you in a way he didn’t like, he'd immediately pause whatever he was doing, it’s a simple way of body language to show that he’s distressed. Afterwards he’ll go and wrap an arm around your waist and give you a kiss on the lips before asking what you were talking about. 

If you tease him about it he’ll just gruff and say “So what..” Of course make, him feel better by giving him a kiss on the cheek. It's very sweet and domestic, always managing to calm him down. 

Tbh Price to me is that one image where it’s like my bitch wife tells me what to do, if he sees you being too rowdy, he’s picking you up over your shoulder. Or he’ll place his bucket hat on you, which surprises you so much you don’t even remember what got you acting out in the first place. He also does that to be smug, he knows everybody hates it and thinks it's ugly…but they also simultaneously want it, it's a need. So when you walk in with the hat, they’re just so jealous because how do you have it???

In my heart I know he is a great cook, and it’s one of the biggest things he does to show off to you. Not only is he strong, smart, but he’s an incredible cook. He’d bend over backwards to impress you with his cooking, he also knows cooking is a thing a lot of guys lack in so it’s just another thing he has over others that proves he’s better.  

[bunji-enthusiast]

You are probably already sick of writing for Escanor so if you want to decline the request I 100% understand you

May I ask you to write a scenario or one-shot where the reader hugs Escanor in his night form out of nowhere, please?🥹

No worries! Trying to write someone such as Escanor gives me a good challenge cause he’s so complex. HERE YOU GOOOO ♥︎

It was a day following one tiresome event after another, you wondered if you were ever gonna get a break or some private personal time to yourself. But being with the sins, you weren't gonna be able to expect that for a while. It's tedious, muscles worked to the bone and harsh.

Yet it was being surrounded by such loveable morons and unique people that you are singularly reminded that this kind of life was one that was worth leading, despite the criminal idealizations that followed in the wake of each of sins.

"Hey Ban," You spoke out, the heels of your shoes clacked against the hardwood floor. "Do you know where Escanor is? I need his help."

His inquisitive red eyes raised, as if he were divinely seeing through you for what you were. The bastard chuckles with a sly smile, "That dumbass?" You frowned with a deadpanned expression.

You were always like a little sibling to Ban, hell, you reminded him of his sister Kilia. Despite the fact she had died around 5 years ago, it's like he was seeing her in you. Qualities and traits and all, you meant a lot to him. He'd hate to see your heart get broken.

Ban raises his hands in surrender, seeing that you had meant what you said. "Alright you little lovebird.." You sighed wistfully in reproach as you note the romantic implications in his words, but he nods his head, jabbing his thumb right behind him. "I think he's hauling some barrels backside the Boar Hat."

You murmured a quick thanks, to which he absentmindedly waves you off as he focuses on what he had been doing.

Once you had gone outside, to the backside of the Boar Hat. You could understand that Ban's words had rung true, Escanor was organizing some barrels.

It looked like he was having a slight struggle however, as it was night. So that meant that Escanor was in his night form, not all strong compared to his day form.

You let out a little chuckle, "Hey Escanor!" You spoke out finally. He was shocked, but didn't lose his footing as he sets down the barrel to properly greet you.

"He-hello dear friend, how are you?" He responds with his kind smile, it was completely different to his day form. You can't recall where you ever had any interactions with Escanor behaving this way, especially in his night form. Possibly because of the last few days being so busy for the sins, and the tavern since business has been doing so well.

Soon enough, you had reached within close view of his sight. "Can't complain, but my body feels so sore after the last couple of missions we went on." You said, finishing with a barked out laugh.

It was like hysteria, only more so toned down.

Yet, it had Escanor concerned, mildly.

"No doubt, my friend." He comments, smiling once again, "Do you perhaps need my help?"

Then you were reminded why you came over here, you never got to thank him for saving you yesterday when you all were traveling through the mountains.

"NO-" You shouted suddenly, then waved your hands as if you were trying to calm yourself down. "No.. I just wanted to do this."

He raises a brow, yet his curiosities were suddenly answered as he felt the warmth of your arms wrap around him in a comforting manner.

You were hugging Escanor, he was both pleasantly surprised and somewhat on the verge of tears. This was quite more reassuring to him then you realized.

"Thank you." You said, nuzzling your face into his small frame and hugging him even tighter.

So he returns the hug, eyes closed and a very, very happy smile on his own face.

"You have no need to give thanks, being here with you is more then enough."

[lillifaba]

My thoughts on the Wicked movie teaser trailer... so far.

Before you pop off in my replies and reblogs yes I know, this is just a teaser trailer and not the official tralier. Regardless that doesn't give this movie a magical critique pass. Most of my critques on this teaser come from my own thoughts and some of points raised in this post. This is also just me rambling into the void. Don't like don't read lmao.

If you've been following me for a while, then you already know my opinion on the Wicked movie and casting. Surprise surprise, you guessed it... I am extremely underwhelmed and disappointed. For so many reasons.

I'll start off with some things I like.

Johnathan Bailey is hot asf as Fiyero. (even if he looks way older than Fiyero is canonically meant to be)

The set and props. I think some of them actually look pretty neat. I'm glad they didn't use a green screen for Shiz and put in the effort to build a university campus. The train from Shiz to Oz looks kinda dope. I was always wondering what it would look like and I'll probably use that as inspiration for my fics and art comms.

Jeff Goldblum as The Wizard. I won't lie, I haven't seen a lot of movies with Jeff in them so I was cautious about his casting. However, I was pleasantly surprised to see how much his look and his performance so far actually fits Oscar. Time will tell if he can hold up to those standards.

I'm happy a WOC is playing Elphaba. Everyone complains about Fiyero not being racially book accurate but nobody talks enough about Elphaba being discriminated against as an amalgamation for rac!sm. More women of color should play her on stage.

THE NAILSSSS. Come on people this is the Wicked Witch of the West we're talking about she should be SERVING WITH THOSE CLAWS! Although personally I would've preferred them sharp but I'm over here with almond arylics what do I know lol.

I'm happy they casted a disabled actress to play Nessa. I always wondered why they never did that.

With that out of the way, let's get into a million reasons why I hated this trailer and why I'll most likely hate the movie anyways.

Arianna as Glinda. Look, I don't hate Ari. I like some of her songs and even bought some of her perfumes because I like smelling good. At worst I just don't care about her. However whenever I see Arianna as Glinda, I'm sorry I just don't see Glinda, I see ARIANNA GRANDE dressed in last minute cosplay for a Halloween party. I heard one line... ONE LINE from her and the delivery is NOTHING like Glinda's character or cadence, it's just Ari in drama class.

The wigs and costumes. What the hell was the makeup and hair crew thinking when they selected that wig for Arianna???? It's an ashy dull blonde that brings no color or life to the character. The #1 thing about Glinda is her vibrant blonde hair, it's even mentioned IN THE SONGS. MULTIPLE TIMES. This wig looks like a botched bleach job. Then, there's the costumes. Good lord what are those glasses on Elphaba's face??? I get they're trying to be all "whimsy" and "peculiar" in tone with WOZ, but they just look silly. Why not stick to the glasses in the musical? Why overdo it? I fear how the Emerald City sunglasses will look (if they even add those in) Also why are Glinda's clothes so dull? Where's the vibrance? Where's the pink frilly coquette contrast to Elphaba's dark coquette?

The camera work and Elphaba's entrance. This is Wicked the musical. I'm expecting a huge and grandiose presentation, especially when it comes to THE MAIN CHARACTER. Showing Elphaba from the back of her head in slow motion while she's walking to the entrance is just... boring and an overused cliche. Not to mention the underwhelming reactions from the extras. The cinematography is just meh. I'm expecting better for a fantasy film. It's been done before.

Cynthia as Elphaba. Listen, Cynthia is a great singer and talented actress. I have absolutely nothing against her. With that being said I'm going to be brutally honest: much like Arianna, she is not Elphaba... at least not entirely. Like Johnathan, Cynthia is way older than Elphaba is meant to be canonically and the editing team clearly used the de-aging filter on her to the point where it looks unnatural. If this movie had been made at least five years ago or earlier Cynthia would've fit perfectly.

Continuing my point with Cynthia: the singing. I'm sorry but what the hell was that riff with Defying Gravity??? I'm not entirely blaming Cynthia for this because this has become a massive problem with a lot of musical film adaptations which I like to call the popification of songs. It happens in nearly all the live-action Disney movies and I'm sick of it. What confuses me is STEPHEN FUCKING SCHWARTZ is involved in the musical production. He wrote the god damn songs, how the hell does he not direct Cynthia to sing the right note instead of letting her do whatever she wants??? I don't think he did that with Idina, which is why this riff is so iconic. Come on, if a tiktok meme trend can do that riff better and more accurately than an actual singer can, that's just embarrassing. I'm not good at explaining myself in terms of singing, so I'm hoping a youtuber I occassionally watch does a reaction video to the trailer and does a better job at explaining than I can.

The acting. Like I said with Arianna, the delivery is so bland and dry. I'm trying not to judge all of the acting on a teaser trailer but if this is how the leads are going to act throughout the whole movie then I'm disappointed.

Too much CGI in some parts. I get it. This is a fantasy movie there's bound to be certain effects you can't do practically. But that's no excuse when this is a $145 million dollar movie. The flying monkeys are so painfully obvious CGI. This was a wasted chance to get Doug Motherfucking Jones to play Chistery in prosthetics. So much of this movie ends up looking like those garbage Oz spinoffs. (If you know you know) The CGI is just bad. The bubble and Emerald City buildings look so cheap.

WHY IS THIS MOVIE SO DARK? This is suppossed to be OZ! Why do I have to turn up my brightness to look into the shadow realm???

Now onto some things I'm confused about.

Michelle Yeoh as Madame Morrible. I'm praying to god she'll blow us away because she's such a good actress and is serving c*nt in her costumes. I haven't heard her sing (I'm dumb but unless the opera song she sang in EEAAO was her then WOW!)

The silver slippers. I KNOW! I KNOW! The ruby slippers are copyrighted and can't be thrown in all nilly willy wherever you please. But keep in mind this is a 145 MILLION DOLLAR MOVIE ALL FOR PART ONE. Do not tell me they couldn't shill a few extra bucks on signing a few contracts. AND YES I KNOW. The musical uses the silver slippers in the first act in ode to the L. Frank Baum books which I love, but don't forget, they turn red when Elphaba enchants them to give Nessa the ability to walk. Dorothy shows up after Nessa is killed and has her shoes stolen. Why aren't they red now? Not to mention most of the audience might not know the original slippers in the books were silver. This would've been a great chance to combine two different canons.

WHO IS PLAYING DR. DILLAMOND???? ifitisjamescordenandyouusecrappycgiiwillgotoyourhousejohnchuand-

Finally, why did John Chu absolutely insist on this being a two parter movie with a year long intermission? Is this shit show really that fantastical that it can be akin to Kill Bill part 1 and 2?

That's pretty much it for now but expect an update to this post with a reblog with updated thoughts when an official trailer drops. My mind probably won't change though. I'm totalllllyyy not considering pulling an Eddy Burback sneaking into Morbius for a week when this movie comes out lol.

Universal Studios and AMC theaters that was a joke please for the love of god do not send Nicole Kidman after me.

[asexualbuthorny]

I’m a background character but the villain’s mine pt.4

CW: abuse, mentions of starvation, toxic relationships, Mendella is very scared and nervous, reader is a simp, kneeling, begging, future smut

 To say that you were sweating would have been the understatement of the goddamn century. You honestly could fill a pool with the amount of moisture on you. Why were you so moist? Excellent question. It’s nothing big. It’s just that... YOUR LITERAL DREAM PERSON IS COMING TO YOUR HOUSE TO DISCUSS POSSIBLE MARRIAGE AND YOU WANTED THIS TO SUCCEED SO YOU COULD HOLD THEIR HAND AND MAYBE KISS. “My lord you should relax a little. How do you expect things to go smoothly with lord de Gregorian if you can’t say a word to him” Ilsith sighed as you sat on the sofa in you study. “Yeah relax. Easy for you to say. It’s not like the most perfect person in the world is coming- I mean he’s like a freaking god and next to him I look like a dirty ripped peace of cloth-” you complained as you tried not to pass out. While you were having a borderline panic attack you didn’t notice Camilla coming in with the guest of the fucking century. “...My lord, your guest has arrived...” . Fuck. Shit. Ok ok ok okokokokokokokokok. You can do this. “Ah lord de Gregorian, my apologies for not greeting you at the door. I lost track of time. Ilsith, Camilla, if you would.”. The pair quickly rushed out of the room to bring in tea and snacks for you and your “guest”. ‘I really hope he likes them’ you thought as you gazed at the treasure of this god forsaken kingdom. His golden hair and fur, his beautiful blue eyes, his sleek and elegant ears and tail. Truly Mendella de Gregorian was gods greatest achievement. “Oh where are my manners? Please, take a seat lord de-” “Just Mendella is fine. And thank you”. God his voice ‘hhhhnnnggggg’. You both sat down as drinks and treats were set down in front of you. “Well then. I know you don’t like to dawdle lord Mendella so let’s just get straight to business”....

      When (Name) wrote back agreeing to meet up for discussion of possible marriage Mendella almost passed out from the immense relief he felt. If he didn’t do something stupid and mess up he would finally be free and safe (as free and safe as he could get really). Once he informed his father of the news the man was obviously surprised that anyone would take his son. Afterall he wasn’t young and he was already engaged before but either way Lionas was a man of his word (when he wanted to be) so he let Mendella go meet the other lord. The father didn’t have many hopes and was honestly expecting his son to come back not having gained anything....

     When Mendella arrived at (Names) estate he was pleasantly surprised at the simplicity and borderline coziness of the place. It wasn’t too grandiose or overdecorated like his own home. Although the lord himself not coming to greet a distinguished guest soured Mendellas mood a little. Despite the ignoring of etiquette the omega wasn’t overly offended since he felt he had no right to feel that way considering his position. He stood around for a bit before a maid, smelling like an omega, came and after apologizing for the delay led him to where he would be meeting his hopefully future husband. The room he had been led to was simple but rather charming. The person who was, for all intents ad purposes, his savior sat on a comfortable looking couch looking like he was going to die. ‘Understandable. He’s meeting with me after all’. Shaking off the thought Mendella fully stepped into the room as the butler announced his arrival. Then the strangest thing happened... as soon as (Name) cast his eyes upon Mendella his ears perked up and his tail began to sway softly. The first words out oh the mans mouth were an apology for forgetting manners and an invitation to sit as he sent his butler and maid off to god knows where. They sat in silence for a while and Mendella took the time to fully take in the person before him. (Name) looked just as he was in the picture although, and Mendella was incredibly embarrassed to admit, he was way more charming. The lords ears were shorter and wider than his own and his tail was shorter but a lot more muscular. ‘He could probably crush someone with that’ Mendella thought with a barely noticeable gulp. His further thoughts were interrupted as tea and snacks were set down. The tea smelled great and the treats looked wonderful but a certain fear gripped at Mendellas heart. What if he thinks I’m a fatty? What if this is a test? Is this a test? Once again the omegas overthinking was interrupted by (Name) wanting to get right to business....

    You would be lying if you said that Mendella didn’t look scared right now. Was it something you said? Something you did? Just then you noticed him glancing at the snacks Ilsith had brought out. Damn. He didn’t like them! You were such an idiot! Shit you haven’t even started and you’re already messing up. Nice going dumbass. Your mental beating yourself came to an end as Mendella handed you a paper. “The marriage contract. Read it and from there we can adjust if you find something disagreeable”. The sun itself said as you started scanning the contract. The hell?!? This was literally mostly benefitting you! Isn’t Mendella supposed to get something from you as well? Well besides sharing your house and riches (literal dream come true btw). Your brows furrowed in confusion and before you knew what was happening Mendella threw himself in front of you on his knees with desperate tears in his eyes and fear on his perfect face. “Please! Please! You’re my only hope! I’ll-I’ll do anything! I’ll be anything you want! I can learn what you like just please give me a chance! I beg of you let me prove to you that marrying me is worth it!”. With that said he grabbed at the front of your pants and started trying to unbutton them. ‘AYO!!!???’....

   He fucked up...HE FUCKED IT ALL UP! The moment a frown appeared on your face Mendella knew he was failing. HE NEEDED YOU! You were his only hope! He had really hoped he wouldn’t have to this but if he could succeed in at least seducing you he could stay even if he was just a bed warmer to you Mendella needed you to agree to marry him. He couldn’t come back home with failure he couldn’t handle what would happen next. So he dove for your pants. Mendella knew what alphas liked...he had learned when he got engaged to the crown prince. He could do this. He could just float away until it was over....

   “Hey!-Hey stop! Wh-what are you doing!?”. You were not prepared for this outcome. In fact you were prepared for everything except this. As the frightened omega was clawing at your pants you saw his eyes get glossier and glossier as his sobbing quieted to hitched breaths and his hands got weaker and weaker. When he resorted to shoving his face into your crotch you finally gathered enough braincells to end this. “ENOUGH! Lord de Gregorian control yourself!” You grabbed Mendella by the shoulders and pushed him away from yourself. You kneeled on the ground to be on his level and started thinking of possible ways to calm him down. ‘Think asshole think! What calms distressed omegas down?’ Acting on impulse you grabbed the softly thrashing man and hugged him close. Mendella immediately burried his head into your shoulder and took several breaths of your scent. With that his struggling came to a stop. You decided to try something and started purring while softly stroking Mendellas ears as your own tail softly wraped itself around the two of you. “Are you okay lord Mendella?” you asked quietly and the omega tensed again. ‘Shit’ you thought as you held him a little tighter. “Please please I beg...” Mendella whispered against your neck as his tears wet your shirt. “Shhhhh it’s okay it’s okay” you tried to soothe. “Please don’t be angry. We can make the contract more in your favor just please don’t reject me yet” the omega pleaded again. ‘Wait...was this all because of the contract’. Realization hits you like a train. His previous fear and nervousness. He thought you were going to reject him when he saw you being confused! You were the fool of the century! “I wasn’t planning to reject you my lord. It’s just that-” “That what?” he interrupted you. That was good, he wasn’t as scared anymore. “It’s just that the contract was ONLY in my favor and I got a little confused is all”. Mendella pushed himself away from your hold, you already missing the contact, his eyes were wide and ears stood at attention. “You weren’t going to reject me? Truly?” “Yes. I agree to your proposal and ask you to marry me so please do me the honor of a lifetime and become my husband”. Mendella stared at you with wide eyes for a moment before clearing his throat and wiping his eyes with his sleeve coming back to his usual self. “Very well lord (Lastname). I accept.” “Please just call me (Name)”. Mendella lightly blushed at your words before turning his head to the side and starting to get up from the floor. After he was standing steady you got up as well and the two of you went over to the table to sign the marriage document. “And with this our agreement is final. I suppose I’ll be seeing you soon future husband.” you said as you tried to smile reassuringly at Mendella who was staring at the piece of paper like it was gold. “A-ah. Yes yes we will. I will plan out all the other details so you can sit back and just let me handle the rest” he said while putting the papers away. “I will be returning to my home now. Thank you for your cooperation I will make sure this marriage is worth your time” “Haha~ yeah.....” .....

    Ilsith stood beside you as the both of you watched Mendellas carriage leave your territory. He looked over at you and froze...literal hearts and flowers floated around you as a dreamy and lovestruck look took over your face. ‘Our lord is really deep in it now’.....

[thesandwichdaddy]

Drumsticks

{Andrew/Rebecca-Whiplash}

(TW: substance use, smoking)

This is not proofread at all 😭. Rebecca is an original character. I will make more parts to this. Not really proud of this but ily 🫶🏻

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Rebecca’s first week at Shaffer was really disappointing to her. Still, though it wasn’t the best, she appreciated the small gym and tennis court they had. It seemed like there was no one who went to Shaffer, all the students being quiet and distant.

She did manage to make a friend, though, a small preppy girl at the tennis court who just hit the ball against the net by herself. So, Becca, being the nice person she was, offered to be her partner and even her friend. The girl was thrilled, and so they often played tennis together when Becca wasn’t drumming away, with Fletcher giving a new piece every week.

It was hard to keep up with, but she managed. She didn’t let the class consume her mind, not like Andrew. Andrew was quite the character for Becca. A tall, awkward boy who would die to be core drums was a constant battle for Becca. At first, they were too awkward to even talk or complain about who was playing that day. It was painfully awkward for Becca.

The first day Andrew was moved into Becca’s music class, afterwards Becca swore he had been following her a bit. She felt his eyes on her, glaring as she left for her dorm. Then, once she was on the tennis court with her friend, she noticed him walking past, his eyes meeting hers, and then quickly looking away.

A few weeks later, the arguments between her and Neiman became frequent. They were almost like children fighting over whose turn it was and who could get the attention of Fletcher more.

“What did I tell you about adjusting my goddamn seat?” Andrew said with a scowl, leaning down to push down the seat to the drums as they set up for the day. “It’s not my fault you're huge, dude. I can't even see past the drums when it’s like that."She retorted as she set her water bottle down next to her, sitting in the seat beside the music stand. “I’m not huge; you’re just small. And weak,” Andrew said as he sat, not bothering to give her a glance. Becca shook her head a bit, annoyed, as she just ignored him, grumbling under her breath. “And it isn’t your seat..." Andrew ignored it, practicing as he tried to drown out her presence beside him.

Most days were like this: constant bickering and insults being thrown left and right. But one particular day, it became worse—way worse. Fletcher made the decision to make Becca the core drummer, thus giving her the spot to perform at their upcoming concert. She was happy about this and pleasantly surprised. But not Andrew. His eyes burned holes into Becca as he glared her down. It was the breaking point for him. How could she just steal his place that he worked so hard for just like that? He despised her nonchalant attitude about it as well. She didn’t know how badly he wanted—no—needed to play. This was his life, his everything.

As Becca walked out of class, Andrew was quick to rush over, walking with her. “What the fuck was that?? What did you do??” He immediately questioned her, which earned a confused look from Becca as she kept walking. “What do you mean, ‘what did I do’? I fucking earned that spot; that’s what I did.” She retorted, not in the mood for his fits. Andrew harshly grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to stop and look at him. “You had to have done something. He wouldn’t just replace me like that,” he said, his brows furrowed as he looked down at her. He was breathing hard and really worked up about this. Becca looked at him in disbelief, giving a slightly amused smile at this. “You sound crazy, Andrew. Just accept that I’m better than you.” She said, his large hand still on her shoulder, holding on tightly. This made Andrew even more pissed, his jaw tensing. “You’re not better than me. You know what? I bet you fucking opened your legs for him, didn’t you?” He said it harshly at her. Really, Andrew didn’t mean it, but he was too mad to stop himself now. Becca looked at him in disbelief, beyond anger, as she shoved his arm off her. “You are disgusting, Andrew.” She growled, going to walk again, but was stopped by Andrew once again turning her around, now with both of his hands tightly on her shoulders. “You haven’t earned shit, have you? You slut—“He was cut off by a harsh slap from Becca, making him back off and hold his face in slight shock from it. Becca looked at him in disbelief and anger. “Fuck you, Andrew.” She said that before going to leave, Andrew was just watching. The slap hurt, but in the best way possible for Andrew. He caught his breath. He didn’t actually mean what he said, but that slap was definitely deserved. For some reason, his focus now wasn’t so much on the drums as on Becca. He sighed, his face red from both the slap and his feelings. He had really messed himself up this time.

——

It was weird after that—quiet. Andrew didn’t talk to Becca, and she didn’t talk to him either. She played and practiced while Andrew turned her pages. It would feel rewarding for her if she hadn’t felt bad about him not playing. She had to admit that it got to her.

Andrew was caught in his feelings, confused. While a big part of him was dealing with the disappointment of not playing, the other part couldn’t stop thinking about Becca. It wasn’t just envy this time; this was a crush. He scowled at that thought. How childish of him to have a crush, he thought. Now that he thought about it, the last crush he had was in high school, but even then, it was nothing more than the usual teenage boy hormones. This was different; this felt real. Too real. He was a mess.

——

Becca was slacking. Her drumming became sloppy as her mind was ridden with the guilt of taking Andrew's place. He was a much better drummer; she knew that. Was this what she wanted? She didn’t think so. So here she was, standing outside of Fletcher’s office after class with her sticks in her hand, mentally preparing herself to talk to him.

She gave a soft knock, wincing as she did. She started to think that he didn’t hear until she heard a deep voice boom on the other side. “Come in.” And she did, nervously closing the door behind her. Fletcher looked at her with intrigue; his brows furrowed as he gestured for her to sit. Becca took a seat on the other side of his desk and took a deep breath. She wasn’t sure how he’d take this, but she hoped it wouldn’t be too bad. “Mr. Fletcher, I was hoping you would reconsider who’s on the core drums for the concert.” She said, ripping off the bandaid and being straight forward. Fletcher put down whatever papers he was looking at and crossed his arms, leaning back as he looked at her and thought to himself.

“So did you feel bad about your boyfriend, or are you just pussying out?” Fletcher asked, obviously not pleased. Becca slightly winced at his answer, half expecting it. She ignored the boyfriend's comments at this point, being used to them. "No, uh," she sighed, not knowing how to put it. She sort of did feel bad for her boyfriend—no, Andrew. Becca looked at Fletcher, thinking. He waited with an impatient look on his face. Becca continued, “I think Andrew deserves this more than I do.” She said finally, earning an interested look from Fletcher. It was hard to decipher his emotions most of the time. It was odd to see him so interested, though. Becca was prepared for worse. It was almost like he had expected this, oddly enough.

——

As promised, Andrew got the core drums again. When Fletcher said he had just changed his mind and wanted Andrew back, he looked to Fletcher with shock, feeling like he had found purpose again. Becca was thankful that Fletcher didn’t say anything about their talk. Andrew glanced at her briefly as the news was told, trying to get a read on her emotions. But he was met with nothing but a neutral expression on Becca’s face. He assumed she would be upset. Or maybe she was, but she was good at hiding it? Now he felt a bit bad. Just a little thought, it was nice to finally get a distraction from his feelings now that he had something to work on. Why was she so quiet? Did she hate him? Still, he couldn’t bring himself to talk to her.

——

Andrew was going insane. The concert was tomorrow, and he couldn’t focus on anything. Andrew was pretty sure he was having a panic attack, and it was nearly in the middle of the night. He hated when these would happen. He was overwhelmed and more stressed than Elvis Presley. There was so much to think about—too much to think about. His mind didn’t stop, tormenting him with thoughts of the concert, his family, and Becca.

Andrew had to do something. He was pacing around his dorm like a tiger in a cage, his anxiety gnawing at him underneath his skin. He needed someone, his mom—god no, a friend. There was only one person he could think of, and that was to see Becca. It was late, and he had no idea how she even felt about him, but he needed this feeling to go away. Andrew thought he was the biggest creep for this, but he knew what dorm she stayed in because he happened to watch her walk in. He also happened to know that she played tennis on the court right next to her dorm. And he also happened to know that every morning she got a cream cheese bagel for breakfast at the campus cafe. God, maybe he did have a problem. Andrew prayed that she wouldn’t be asleep as he quickly stepped out of his dorm, marching over to hers, which was a whole building away. It gave Andrew time to think as he felt the warm air against his face. He was walking way too fast for anyone to think he was just taking a casual walk. His breaths were short and his chest felt tight as he walked, eventually making it to her dorm, where he repeated the door number a million times on the way there so he wouldn’t forget.

Andrew gave a knock, softer than a pounding but loud enough to come off urgent. Despite his prayers, Becca answered, obviously just having woken up. Her hair was so beautifully messy, and a baggy t-shirt almost covered the shorts she wore underneath it. He wondered if he had a shirt that size; maybe she needed one of his—he needed to stop. Becca looked at him with surprise, rubbing her eye a bit as she held the door open. “Andrew?” She asked, her voice a bit groggy. “Becca,” he said, looking at her as he breathed hard, trying to get out his words. “Please, can I come in?” He asked with a bit of desperation in his voice.

Becca knew something was off with Andrew, and she was worried. She nodded, opening the door as he came in, and she shut the door, looking at him. Andrew quickly looked around and then turned to her. His voice panicked as he started to feel that anxiety again. "Becca, I’m freaking out about tomorrow.” He said, his voice shaking a bit as he swallowed. It was mostly true, just that he left out the part where he also couldn’t stop thinking about her. Becca gave a slightly thoughtful look, still a bit surprised that he was here. The question of how he knew where she stayed didn’t seem to cross her mind just yet. She saw his desperation, feeling a bit sorry for him as she spoke. “You’re having a panic attack?” She asked, which Andrew thought about for a moment. “Yes.” He said it softly, his hands shaking. Becca motioned for him to sit next to her on the couch, and he did, looking forward as he focused on his shaky breath. As Becca woke up a bit more, she glanced at the clock across the room, which was reading 1:15 AM. This had to be really bad for him to be over at this time.

Becca thought about what she should do. She was never good at words, and comforting Andrew seemed like the most difficult task at the moment. Andrew sat there quietly, trying not to look at her beside him because he knew once he did, he’d crumble and try to latch onto her. He didn’t want to do that just yet; he wanted to try to have some sort of self-control for once in his life. With a sigh, Becca finally moved across the room to grab a small metal box, bringing it over. Andrew glanced over with confusion at it, and she opened it. “Have you ever smoked before?” Becca asked, moving the small grinder out of the way to pick a blunt. Andrew looked at her a bit apprehensive, surprised she even had this. “N-No, why are..." He trailed off, trying to make sense of the situation. Andrew had always been a good boy, never finding the need for things like this. Maybe occasionally a drink, but he didn’t have a problem. “It helps me when I’m freaking out and can’t sleep.” She answered his question, looking at him. Her expression seemed much softer than before when she looked at him. She waited for him to verbally consent; she wasn’t going to pressure him into anything. She just wanted to help. He gave a nod, sitting up straight and looking at her. “Okay.”

——

So here he was, his lungs slightly burning and his pupils blown out as he lay next to Becca on her humongous couch. “Becca?” Andrew's groggy voice spoke as he turned his head to see her, breaking the long silence between them. Becca met his gaze, her eyes red and slightly lidded. “Yeah?” Andrew swallowed hard, his nerves calmed way more than they had earlier. “I’m sorry.” He said quietly, studying her face. “For saying that stuff to you, and for taking the core drums.” Becca turned on her side to look at him, her head propped against her arm. He really did mean it, and he needed to get it off of his chest. He wanted to fix things between them funnily enough. Becca bit back on the urge to tell him that it was her decision to get him on core drums again, but she decided it would be nicer if she didn’t. “It’s okay, Andrew; don’t even worry about it.” She spoke softly, her eyes tracing his jawline. Relief washed over him as he stared into her eyes, calm and high. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve kissed her over and over right there and run his hands over her skin for hours, but he didn’t. “You’re still in your clothes from this morning.” Becca said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. Andrew snapped out of his trance, barely hearing her. “Huh? Oh, yeah.” He said with a slight smile, looking down at his wrinkled dress shirt and slacks.

There was another silence between them as Andrew looked up at the ceiling, his breaths slowing as his body finally calmed. He was tired, not wanting to worry about anything at the moment. Becca was still observing him, moving her hand to brush his hair slightly out of his face. “You’ll do great tomorrow, Andrew; don’t stress.” She whispered to him, meaning it. Andrews jaw tensed, his breathing starting to become hard as he refused to look at her. One look, and he’d break into tears. He knew it. Becca noticed this, moving closer with a soft look on her face. “Andrew,” she whispered. He shook, a small, painful whimper escaping him as he finally took a breath after holding his breath to stay quiet, something he learned from his childhood. “Hey.” She said, reaching to touch his shoulder just before Andrew sat up sharply. “No.” He said, pained and surprisingly stern. Becca sat up, confused and worried. “What’s wrong, Andrew?” She asked, looking at him as he hunched over and shook slightly. He shook his head, refusing to let his tears fall as he silently panicked. This was the worst thing ever for him; he didn’t want to cry in front of anybody, especially Becca.

He couldn’t speak, his throat and lungs burning from both holding his breath and holding his tears. He ruined the moment. He ruined everything. He should just go. Becca was silent, standing once he did, and she tried approaching again just for Andrew to hold out a hand to stop her. “N-no, please don't..." He said, making it to the door. Becca was beyond confused; a million questions were going through her head. Did she do something wrong? “I’ll see you tomorrow, Becca.” He says, not wanting to face her as he leaves, closing the door. Becca was left silent, looking at the door. She was really worried.

——

Andrew made it to his dorm, immediately going to his bed as he covered his face, finally letting out the cry he needed. He felt pathetic. He hated comfort. He needed comfort. He wanted to stay away from Becca. He longed for Becca. He hated this. He hated his stupid parents and the stupid trauma that made him this way. He wanted so badly for Becca to forgive him and his ways.

He eventually fell asleep, his tear-stained face buried in the pillow that he tightly clutched. He just hoped he was ready tomorrow and that Becca didn’t hate him.

[thechaseofspades]

Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur ramble time (***Spoilers ahead, trying to keep it light though***)

This is officially my favorite active Disney show (not counting The Owl House because it only has one episode left), and top 3 overall behind Ducktales and Owl House. Which is saying a lot when a show is up in that tier just six episodes in.

Way (waaay) more under the cut...

First, let's talk about Lunella. Specifically, her role in the plots of all these episodes. Every one of them teaches her a lesson not only for defeating the villain, but more importantly a life lesson. And not just "aw gee I'm gonna be a horrible person for the first half of this for no reason other than in service of the lesson." We get to see her flaws established, why she has them, and how it affects her relationships with friends, family, and even herself. We are getting to see Lunella naturally learn and grow as a borderline teenager, and that's just awesome.

I raved about the visuals last time but this show just has such a unique style. The next time somebody complains about western media all looking the same, show them this show. There is not a single wasted frame, and every chance for a neat visual or background bit or whatever is taken advantage of.

My favorite element is how the characters slide or snap or otherwise move between poses. It reminds me of Clone High, especially the scene in Ep. 3 with Casey and her dads. It gives the show this energy that makes it feel like everything is moving all of the time. Plus, the gag of Casey sliding out of frame in the cafeteria in the Beyonder episode was really funny.

And the humor! I didn't keep count but it felt like I was laughing at a lot of the jokes, even just the sight gags like I was describing up top. The characters are starting to stand out and find themselves which is a big step in my show-watching experience.

And the music!! How many other Disney shows are gonna have a Childish Gambino song that they have to censor every couple words? What a move. I want to see the S&P emails on that one.

Anyway, I cheated and listened to some of the soundtrack a couple nights ago in anticipation and it absolutely delivers. But for as good as it is, the visuals make it pop. If you saw the first two episodes and how they ended, you know what I mean.

The Beyonder is a whole thing that I'm gonna take another appearance or two to get an opinion on. Seems like if the Collector was an adult, which is scary tbh. The ending of his episode really threw me for a loop.

LGBTQ+ rep shows up all over the place in this show. We've not gotten a main character yet, but Casey's dads have I think appeared way more than Violet's dads ever did. When they're not in screen, there's references to them in Casey's room for example. There's also trans flags, both blatant and hidden, littered all over. There's a scene where Lunella meets a character and they exchange pronouns, one of them using they/them. We also get another enby side character from that scene, although I don't think they've had much outside of that except for one other mention.

(this paragraph contains spoilers for an unreleased future episode(s)) Based on the soundtrack, I think a love-centric episode is coming up. Seems to be straight and I assume it's Lunella and a guy. Not 100% though and I'd be pleasantly surprised if it went in a different direction. Please come back to this in a month or two and tell me how dead wrong I was.

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Future spoilers are over now.

What else... I dunno. Clearly I have a lot to say and will probably think of something else later, but if you for some reason decided to stick with this whole ramble then that's awesome.

TL;DR, Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur is amazing and the first six episodes are on Disney+ so please go watch it

[imagine-knb]

uwaaa i hope i don’t mess anything up;; thank you admins for hosting the matchups !! (valentines is one of my favorite holidays ushsisnk)

ermm so i go by lumi ! female, she/they pronouns & cancer / isfp!

personality, generally i’m unable to express myself and i don’t talk or smile much, so i come off as stoic and hard to read, but i’m somehow still really easy to get along with. i have an awful sense of humor 🫶 and converse easier when texting !! and i end up saying out of pocket things without really thinking about it, making me unfortunately the clown of my friend groups …

things i like include enojis!!, city lights or anything that sparkles, and jewelry (mostly earrings!); and things i dislike are BUGS, doctors and loud noises

my hobbies are rhythm & rpg games, drawing and jpop (da-ice specifically!!) !

preferred teams, kaijo mostly but i’d like to give creative freedom if no one from there would match !! 🫶 thank you all again and i hope you’re having a great week!

Type of Romance

Acquaintances to Lovers

How You Two Met

The two of you had always been classmates growing up, always in the same circles but never really interacting. You were within each other's orbits. Two people on different paths constantly passing by.

It was no surprise to anyone when the two of you managed to go to the same college, despite never saying a word to each other. And it was at college where the two of you were finally forced into the same situation.

Sometimes you just had to thank group projects for something.

You take the paper with the group project rubric from your professor, giving it a glance over while you meandered your way to the corner of the room. Three people are already seated in the area — your partners for the semester. Two of them were chatting with each other, absorbed in their own animated conversation. The last one seemed to only glance up when you approached. You recognized him instantly.

"Mayuzumi," you greeted, giving him a single nod. He responded in kind, nodding as well. "Lumi."

"Oh great, you two already know each other, then?" one of your other group partners asked. She gave you a grin, looking between you and the silver haired male. "Let's split the project up 50/50 then. I'm sure it would be more comfortable if you worked with your friend."

How He Fell For You

When he first started interacting with you, Mayuzumi thought you would be too similar to him; quiet, nonchalant, honestly a little bit boring to the initial eye. But he was wrong. And pleasantly surprised.

Your personality shined through when you both communicated through text and he found it easier getting to know you when the two of you were apart versus when you were in the same room. He liked the elaborate little pictures you would make, sending strings of emojis that would spell out a story. It was like a game of charades.

He knew from the moment he started to find you interesting that he was falling for you. Now the problem was, how would he ask you out?

"They're idiots!" you complained over text, sending a slew of emojis after the words. Some were angry, some were exasperated, most were annoyed.

It had Mayuzumi's lips quirking into a subtle smile as he read the conversation between the two of you. You were complaining about the group project — specifically, you were complaining about the lack of help from your other two partners — and Mayuzumi was doing nothing but agreeing with you, further fueling your anger.

"We should just split off and do it ourselves. Screw them!" you texted again after a while and it gave him a good idea. He quickly responded, liking the sound of working with you one on one. "Yeah, let's do that, Lumi."

What a Relationship with Him is Like

Out in public, the two of you are a rather naturally quiet couple. Coffee dates often consist of the both of you sitting quietly at a table with your own drinks in hand, Mayuzumi reading a novel while you played around with a game. It was never lonely, but rather a comfortable feeling sticking around his side.

Out of the public eye, however, Mayuzumi shows you a bit more of his romantic side. Gentle caresses and sweet kisses to the top of your head, loving gestures and suprise gifts. He'd never admit it, but he took a lot of his cues on romance from the novels he read.

All in all, a relationship with Mayuzumi is soothing, relaxing, and easy. As if the two of you were meant to cross each other's orbits all along.

Walking outside, the two of you were hand in hand as you made your way home from the cafe date that had just been completed. You were only a few steps away from the cafe when Mayuzumi suddenly switched sides with you on the sidewalk, putting himself between you and the road. It had you quirking a brow before a small, amused smile crossed your features.

"What?" Mayuzumi asked, his own subtle smile matching your own. He already knew what you were thinking, but after hearing you confirm his thoughts, his smile only grew. "So what if I read that in a book somewhere? It works, doesn't it? Just like this."

And as Mayuzumi said the last part, he brought the back of your hand up to meet his lips, giving your skin a soft kiss that had your cheeks flooding with heat.

Match Up Requests are Closed

[nogenderbee]

HI BEE. im pretyt sure ur pairings r open.... they said they were anyways (if they arent then I AM SO SORRY THIS IS EMBARRASSING) this is my first time with pairings ok um anwyays

⊱ What nickname would you call your lover?: dear or love

⊱ What are your hobbies?: video games, volleyball, and singing

⊱ What's your perfect date idea?: stargazing or a cafe date with the most fluffiest pancakes ever

⊱ What's something you hate in others? (like a personality trait or behavior for example): someone who doesn't take things seriously at the appropriate times

⊱ What are yours main 3-5 (or more if you want!) personality traits?: stubborn.., blunt (💀), calm

⊱ What's activity/hobby do you like?: i like to sleep. volleyballs fun too

⊱ What's activity/hobby you don't like?: i despise organizing. you'd never catch me with anything organized....

(this is how u do it right... i dwear)

Omg hii! And don't worry they're opened and you are doing them the right way!

I won't lie when I say I was pleasantly surprised at you requesting something from me!

Alright but let's get into it! I pair you with...

🥁🥁🥁

Akito Shinonome!

⊱ that's just my opinion but I feel like "dear" suits him best! And it also works when you want to add slight shade of red to his cheeks~

⊱ now you definitely have singing in common! As for video games, I fee like it depends on genre with him! And when it comes to volleyball, he's not the biggest fan but I feel like he's not bad at it either! But maybe he will try it out just for you~

⊱ as for date idea, you cannot tell me that cafe date with pancakes isn't enough to make him agree, in fact he'd be in HEAVEN! But he doesn't mind stargazing to either! He may complain at first but later, he'll enjoy it just as much

⊱ he's pretty stubborn himself so... good luck! Because reasoning with him may be hard. As for how blunt you are... he actually don't mind! He's friends with Toya so you can say he knows how to handle both blunt and calm person

⊱ and finally, I feel like Akito has few things organized but definitely not all! So if you don't have like important files organized, he'll just do it for you so you won't have trouble finding the right one

You and Akito were now on your classic cafe date! At first he was a bit unwilling to go out but with enough of your stubbornness and descriptions of pancakes and he agreed! So right now, you were sitting in rather private place where no one could see you so your boyfriend let out his soft side and was holding your hand and gently rubbed it's back while waiting for your orders to arrive.

Luckily it wasn't long before your orders arrived so shortly after, you now could see your ginger boyfriend enjoying his pancakes.

"And to think you didn't wanted to come here!"

"Quit it. I simply didn't wanted to hear you asking me about it for whole day."

"So that's exactly why you agreed just when I mentioned we'll take private spot?"

"Alright you got me there... Don't think too much about it tho!"

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I thought of Honami for a long time too 😭

[eclvpses]

In his past, Leo had his fair share of exes. He wasn’t under any guise that he was a good one himself - he’d put people through the ringer and in return, he’d been called every name under the sun, slapped, spat on (in the preferable and less than preferable way). Generally, such a display would only warrant a bewildered laugh. Even if he rationalised that he deserved it, Leo would never understand a person becoming so attached to someone else that it would garner a relationship of proper commitment and devotion to come from it. He didn’t care if that meant he was bad mouthed, all but slandered and pushed around because of it. But when it came to his friends, for some reason, he took it so personally he felt rather offended.

Though they were an expert at burying anything they didn’t want to touch under the sand, Leo still had an emotional intelligence to him that he never really doted on. It was a natural part of him, even if he didn’t acknowledge it, but it meant that he was incredibly attuned to just how desperate Dante and Sawyer were to be in each other's lives again. It was more mind boggling that they didn’t simply get over themselves and go back to the way things were. Leo heard Dante’s reasoning go in one ear and out the other, brows furrowing in confusion as a sneer appeared on his features at the same time. “That’s stupid.” He said astutely. If Leo didn’t understand something - and that happened often - it was merely deemed as stupid. It was how he was raised after all. His dad’s voice grumbled in his head in aggravated Dutch as if on cue; Leo doesn’t understand something? Of course he doesn’t, he’s stupid.

Resting his elbow on the seal of the passenger window, Leo dropped his chin to the palm of his hand, staring up at Sawyer’s lit window in synchronization with Dante. “I think missing someone when they’re still right there is about the most moronic thing you can do. Also? It’s a total fuckin’ mood killer. Have you even bothered to ask how your star show pony feels, Dante? Bad. And overtaxed! I deserve an overtime check! Except no one’s even paying me. I’m being milked like a cow on my own dime!” By the end of his rant, Leo was starting to grin - he’d never done well with holding grudges, got over things so easily it was cause for concern. He’d once let someone he was dating back into his house a week after she’d stolen his laptop because she’d waxed poetic about how grateful she was over the new purse she was able to get thanks to her own criminal act. 

“You wanna stay for another hour?!” Leo sputtered, finally turning to Dante with a put out grimace on his face. The second they flashed the look at him, it was wiped - as well as every thought that filtered through their brain. Leo loved that they could expect the unexpected when it came to Dante, but their rather impulsive kiss even took Leo by surprise. They weren’t brilliant by any stretch of the imagination, but they knew when they were being used - you would never hear them protest over it. Please, use me! Give me a purpose and touch me! Here I am! It might as well have been branded on Leo’s forehead, chasing after Dante’s mouth before letting out a despondent huff at the sudden space between them again.

For all his complaining about the day he had - which he would never actually complain about - Leo could already feel his stomach swoop and stir pleasantly, worked up all over again with nothing more than the press of lips due to a lack of judgement. Unless it was a calculated move on Dante’s part, Leo couldn’t care less. They didn’t have the brainpower to think of a response before already swooping back towards Dante, attempting to kiss him properly, already deciding it was a brilliant idea to crawl over into his seat. But despite the fact that the height difference between them was a subtle two inches, Leo suddenly felt like he was a hulking 8 feet tall, gangly legs having a hard time finding purchase in the rather cramped space of the nicest car he’d possibly ever been in. 

“Ow!” He harped, smashing the top of his head on the roof, used to it usually being down. With an annoyed scoff, Leo suddenly bent fully over, knees on his own seat and hands splayed across Dante’s lap for leverage so they could duck down and check under the other’s own seat for a way to move it back. If anyone looked inside the convertible at that moment, they’d expect to see a completely different sight. “Fuck your fancy fucking car! What do you gotta do to move shit around in here, holy fuck.” In the least sexy display possible, Leo clambered back until he was sat properly once more, breathing heavily in his efforts. “Move your seat back or get over here before I get myself killed.”

He could tell almost instantly that his attempt at evading any talk of Sawyer was thrown out the door. Dante wasn’t stupid enough to believe Leo would glide over him sitting outside of the apartment, but did hope that he at least would entertain him for just a little bit. He laughed at the response he got, then nodded giving up by simply throwing up his hands. “You caught me, alright?” he said, completely ignoring the questions being launched his way. If only he knew. Instead, Dante waited for the other to get into the vehicle before uttering another word.  If there was something Dante wasn't, it was sex deprived. He’s never had problems getting his good rounds in whenever he pleased. From one warm bed to the next, he truly could not be better in that department. Leo knew that as well as any. However, there was an underlying depravity to his current state, and that was missing the bed of his favorite girl. Meanwhile the other male seemed to effortlessly pick up where Dante couldn’t go. “I was just making sure she got home safe.” he went with, clearly a little embarrassed about being caught. “I can’t talk to her just yet.”  The problem wasn’t having the conversation for Dante, it was remembering what he was angry about once he saw her. Being near his pretty girl made him so effortlessly weak that Dante didn’t know if he could express himself properly. Until he was able to process everything that they’ve lived through the last few years, and he could clearly see where things had gone wrong, he wouldn’t be able to go near her. A single look into her eyes would have him begging for forgiveness in an argument that he wasn’t sure he was entirely at fault on. Somehow, he kept getting himself into these predicaments since coming back home. First with Lincoln, and now Sawyer. When would it all end? He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the dramatics Leo spewed but he didn’t stop him. Nothing he said would keep Dante from coming back the following night, or the one after that. This was the longest he’s ever been without speaking to Sawyer and if being outside of her apartment before she drifted off to sleep calmed that need to burst through her door - he did have a key - then he’d sit outside and watch her light go out. “Not that long." he said, rather honestly despite how put out he was at being caught. "I reckon about an hour before she’s in bed." Sawyer took forever in the shower, especially after sex. He could just imagine her inside, caressing her sores as she cleansed her body. Soap running trails down her wet body. He swore he knew her like the back of his hand. Knew her likes, her dislikes, the way she smelled after the gym, after sex. His eyes darted to Leo’s face, noting the lack of moisture on his skin and knew he hadn’t showered just yet.  Dante reached behind his friend and pulled his face onto his own. Catching his lips between his teeth before devouring any trace of his pretty girl from them. Maybe it was all his mind playing tricks, but he swore he could taste her there. Could smell her dew still lingering on Leo’s skin. Pulling apart from the other male, Dante repositioned his junior and cleared his throat. “You don’t mind waiting, do you?”

[forever-rogue]

Hey honey thank you for writing for Eddie! Can I request a drabble?

Eddie and the reader she's blind he is super protective, since they day they met. They are in a relationship and they are having a day together in his trailer or the lake. She is playing with his hair softly and he tells her he is totally in love with her since the day he saw her. They kiss and she whispers against his lips.. "Why do you love me?" He smiles and says "Because you are the only person that sees real me"

I been dreaming about this for the longest time... 🥺 Let me know what you think ❤️

AN | I had a lot of inspo and a lot of softness for this, so I hope you all enjoy! Is there anything better than Eddie and softness? 🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Eddie x (blind)Fem!Reader 

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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He grumbled under his breath, a string of incoherent syllables and halfhearted curses, as he tramped back to his locker. He thought he’d grabbed everything he needed for that stupid tutoring session he was required to go, but apparently hadn’t remember his notebook or textbook. A waste of time, he thought to himself, but at the same time, he was determined to finally graduate. This was his year. So if he had to do some dumb extra stuff, he was going to do it. Even if he did complain the whole time.

But before he could go back to the library, he heard something that piqued his interest. The sound of soft piano music flooded the hallway around the band room and stopped him dead in his tracks. He poked his head into the room and took a quick look and saw you sitting at the aging piano. Your back was to him and he wondered if you’d heard him; if you did, you gave no indication. 

He listened for a few bars before you sighed heavily and slammed your fingers down on the keys. He completely understood frustration when it came to music and didn’t blame you. He hadn’t recognized the piece you were playing and wondered if you’d composed it. Unable to stop himself, he came closer, “not sure what comes next?”

You startled slightly at the bench before slowly turning around to face him. Eddie didn't know what to expect when turned around but he was…pleasantly surprised. You had a pretty face, one of the prettiest he’d seen if he was being honest, but he hadn’t expected you to be…so…well, blind. 

The corner of your mouth tugged up into a small smile as you relaxed. You closed the lid of the piano before shrugging your shoulders, “you could say that. It’s something I’ve been working on for a while but I just can’t figure out how to end it. That’s always the worst part for me. Do you play?”

“Not piano,” he admitted with a small laugh as he stepped closer, unsure of exactly what to say or do, his nerves getting the better of him, “guitar. I’m in a band actually -  we do some covers but a lot of original stuff and sometimes it sucks to come up with transitions.”

“Oh yeah, you totally understand,” you slowly stood up before taking a few steps closer to him, holding out your hand confidently towards him. He hesitated for just a moment before taking your hand in his and giving it a light squeeze. You couldn’t help but laugh, “limp fish! You can shake my hand harder, I’m blind, I don’t bite.”

“Oh, I-ugh, I’m-”

“You don’t have to pretend not to have noticed,” you promised softly, “it’s hard not to. I guess I’ll get some of the typical questions out of the way. I know…you probably wouldn’t pry, but I’d be curious too if it was the other way around. I wasn’t born blind, there was an accident a few years ago and it didn’t end well for me and I lost my vision, which is always why my eyes look like this and not what you’d normally expect of a blind person. Yes, my hearing has improved, but no it’s not super hero status. I can get around on my own well once I’ve mentally mapped out a place, but sometimes a cane can help. I’ve already spent plenty of time feeling sorry for myself and I’ve gotten over that. I’m still a normal average person. And yes, I’m a senior and I’m new here.”

“Wow,” he couldn’t help but laugh, the beaming smile on your face letting him know that he hadn’t overstepped any boundaries. You gave him a small little mock bow before laughing too, “that was impressive. And I think that definitely answers all of the burning questions for now. I’m Eddie, by the way. Eddie Munson.”

“Eddie,” you repeated, smiling to yourself at the name. You liked it, you liked the sound of his voice. You were pretty sure he was handsome, but you definitely knew that he was kind. You gave him yourself, and listened to him repeat, which sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s-”

“Munson!” he heard the shout of his name from down the hall and groaned. He’d completely forgotten about the fact that he was in the middle of a tutoring session. 

“Fuck,” you laughed lightly at the exasperated tone in his voice, “I forgot about that. Tutoring. I gotta go before she kills me. I…it was nice to meet you. I hope I see you around. Wait - no, I didn’t-”

“Relax,” you reached over and gave his arm a gentle squeeze, “I know what you meant. I hope I get to see you around too, Eddie Munson.”

He murmured a few last goodbyes before he ran out of the room and you could hear his sneakers squeaking on the floor. Despite the annoyance of having to stay after school and do work, he was…exhilarated. He hadn’t met someone that fascinated him as much as you in a long time if ever. He was ready to make any excuse to see you again. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“What color is your hair?” your question came along with the soft chirping of the spring birds as the two of you laid next to each other in the soft, fresh grass of the meadow that he’d stumbled upon. It had been a secret place for him for a long time; you were the first person that he’d brought here. He rolled onto his side and studied you intently as you played with a soft wildflower that you’d picked, “I think it’s brown. But like…a soft brown that gets lighter in the summer and darker in the winter. And curly, but not too curly. Am I…am I right?”

“Yes,” he let out a surprised little breath as he watched your smile grow, “you’re right.”

“Brown eyes?”

“Brown eyes.”

“I like brown eyes,” you sighed contently, “I think they’re underrated. No wonder you’ve got them…you’re underrated too.”

“And just how am I underrated?” he shuffled closer to you, leaving little distance between your bodies, “I did tell you early on that I’m the town freak and by associating with me you’ve doomed your entire societal status. If you know, the opinion of a bunch of lint lickers matters to you.”

“People think I’m a freak too,” you reminded him with a laugh, “I don’t know if its intentional but a lot of time people still just…they try to beat around the fact that I’m blind and that just makes it worse. I’m still a person, still the same as I’ve always been. But you, Eddie Munson, are a kind, wonderful soul that people are missing out on. If only people took the time to get to know the real you…they’d be hooked too. But in some ways, I’m glad they don’t.”

“And why is that?”

“That means I - we - the people that do matter - get you all to ourselves,” you explained as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, “that’s a good thing for us. The rest of them could never be deserving of you.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” for a moment he was glad you couldn’t see him, couldn’t see the warm, pink flush that colored his cheeks as he tried to still his racing heart. 

“Flattery will get me everywhere,” you cheekily stuck out your tongue at him, “can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“May I…can I touch your face?” you felt shy asking, turning your face away so you hopefully wouldn’t give away all of your emotions. Eddie Munson had been a startling surprise in your life, but he’d wormed his way into your heart effortlessly and easily. 

Instead of saying anything, Eddie gently reached for your hand, his rough, calloused fingertips a sharp contrast to your own. He liked your softness, your gentleness. He brought your hand to his face, setting it on his cheek. He watched your smile grow as you slowly traced your fingertips over his skin, mapping out each little detail to commit to memory. You stopped when you reached his lips, letting your fingers dance around them. You didn’t often miss getting to see, having made your peace with your circumstances a long time ago. But for once, you did wish you could look upon Eddie and see him as he really was. You were sure that the image you conjured up was nowhere near the real thing, but even if it was close, you were sure he was beautiful.

“Well?” he whispered after a few moments of silence, “as bad as you thought?”

“You’re beautiful, Eddie Munson,” you promised, ready to pull your hand back, but he quickly stopped you, his fingers delicately wrapping around your wrist. You made a small sound of surprise as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, “Eddie?”

“I…you’re beautiful too,” he whispered gently, almost as if he was too shy for you to fully hear it. The way your face lit up with happiness was enough to make his heart almost stop, “can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you nodded softly, “please.”

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You sat next to Eddie, your knees touching as you both munched down some s’mores he had made. The day was slowly bleeding into night, the shimmering water of Lover’s Lake making it much cooler than anywhere else. It had been a hot summer day and you’d decided that a dip in the lake was much needed. You felt him gently take your jaw in his hand, turning your face towards as he dragged his thumb along your bottom lip, “you had little something there, sugar.”

“Did I?” you teased, “or are you just looking for an excuse to touch me?”

“Do I even need an excuse?”

“Nope,” you moved towards him and he quickly took the hint and pulled you into his lap. His hands found purchase on your hips as you put yours on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him. It was a sweet, slow thing, and when you pulled back you nudged his nose with yours. You could feel him smiling against your lips, a small sigh escaping him when you played with a few locks of long waves. You could feel his heart beating rapidly under the palm of your hand that was resting on his chest, and his breathing was stunted, “Eds? What’s wrong?”

“I think I love you,” he stammered it out before he could think about it and stop himself. He heard you inhale softly before a small sound of surprise reached his ears.

“You think?” you were laughing, the sound going straight to his heart.

“I know,” he corrected as you took his face in your hands, brushing your thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. He could see the corners of your mouth ticking up as you placed a kiss on each cheek, “I know I love you.”

“I know I love you,” Eddie’s hands delicately wrapped around your wrists before he brought your hands to his mouth as he lightly kissed them, “beautiful boy. I just…I’m surprised. Not in a bad way, but why would you love me? You could have anyone…”

He chased away whatever other doubts you had by gently pressing his lips to yours, “you are the only one that sees the real me.”

“I finished that piece, you know,” you admitted almost breathlessly, blurting it out, both excited and nervous to tell him, “that I was playing when you found me.”

“You finally found what you needed,” he loved listening to you play, just as much as you loved listening to him play his guitar, “what were you missing?”

“You,” the simple answer made him inhale sharply, “I guess all I needed was you.”

“Will you play it?” he whispered softly as you grinned at him, “for me?”

“Of course,” your heart was practically ready to burst with happiness as he almost crushed you to his chest, causing you to giggle wildly, “Eddie! You’re too much!”

“But I’m your too much,” he promised with a kiss, “sugar.”

“Yeah, Eds,” you grinned lightly, “you are. I hope I’m yours too.”

“Definitely.”

[noodles-and-oodles]

Hi! May I request a laidback/casual and quiet female!reader who normally wears slacks with her uniform but shows up to class for the first time in a skirt, revealing to her dorm leaders or vice leaders (whoever you think would have the best reactions!) that she has really cute legs? One of her calves even has a collection of freckles that look like the Milky Way constellation. How would the boys react to noticing them, trying not to get distracted by them in class, then getting caught by her?

Pants supremacy~ my Twitter moot helped me choose via me asking them A or B LOL I just couldn’t decide jfjdjdjd. So here you go! Thank you for requesting and I hope this is to your liking!

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Trey Clover

Trey was off to greet his s/o just like he did every morning and when she was finally in sight, he found him pausing for a second. Is she wearing a…skirt? Trey’s confusion was kicking in strong but he soldiered on as he approached his s/o

And as Trey grew closer, he really couldn’t believe his eyes. Those amber irises darted between his s/o’s face and the newly exposed legs that was uncharacteristic for the girl. Noticing his confusion, you explained to him that Grim had tore up all your pants because you stopped giving him tuna (heavens knows why)

Trey doesn’t mean to get distracted, he never thought he’d find the sight of your legs so…interesting? Surprising? He doesn’t know how to explain it but he finds himself glancing at them every now and then during class. He wanted to curse himself for being such a weirdo but then something caught his eye…

One of her calves were even decorated with the cutest freckles! How can he not admire them? Honestly if he looked at it hard enough, he could probably compare them to a constellation…

“Is it really that weird…?” When hearing your voice, Trey’s face grew red before he shook his head, trying hard to explain that it wasn’t weird but just ended up becoming a babbling mess

To his surprise, you cracked a smile before letting out the most gorgeous laugh. It was rare that you showed this much emotion in one go and Trey just really felt flustered in his seat. Maybe you should wear skirts more often if this was the kind of reaction Trey would give you~

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie admires you a lot, he found your casual behavior comforting and the way you had your own style was very cool to him! But now as you approach him, skirt flowing gently as you walked, Ruggie was floored

Seeing you in a skirt was never something that crossed his mind but now that it’s actually happening, Ruggie’s heart couldn’t help but race for a few moments. It was a new look on you, a cute one might he add, and he loved it.

When you explain to your boyfriend that Grim had ripped up your pants, Ruggie was actually thanking the little fur ball. Who knew that cat would actually be the reason he gets to see such a new side of his s/o?

He won’t say any of his thoughts aloud though, the hyena is far too embarrassed to say that he’s getting flustered just from seeing your legs. Even during class he found it hard not to look away, he just wanted to take a moment to admire you…and your legs. Don’t think he missed out on those soft freckles that laid out on your leg like stars in the night sky

Suddenly, your face popped into his view and Ruggie let out a slight yelp, causing Trein to look up and glare at Ruggie. Dang it…now he’s really in for it. Meanwhile, he sees you snickering in the corner and can’t help but pout. He didn’t think this new appearance would also bring out a teasing side of his s/o…not that he’s complaining

Jade Leech

Jade’s not really an easy person to catch off guard but let’s just say he is pleasantly surprised by the sight of you walking up to him, a new attire accompanying you. The first thing Jade does is compliment you, saying the change is certainly nice and you thank him before explaining to him your situation

Jade’s interest is…sort of subtle? He doesn’t make it obvious but at the same time, his stare can make one burn. It’s like when Jade first got his own legs for the first time, he’s looking and analyzing them as if they’re the most interesting sight in the world

He surprised even himself when he found himself trying to catch a glimpse of your legs in class, was he really that mesmerized? It made him want to laugh at himself. Well…the freckles were certainly something to look at. It was something unique to you and he found that tidbit just the tiniest bit cute

When Jade decides he shouldn’t look anymore, is when he finally noticed that you’ve been looking at for him. This eel doesn’t blush easily but something about being caught staring by you made him turn a bit pink

Your silent laughter is what made him relax a bit, even smiling to himself. Jade figured that you must have surely thought that his stare was weird so to see you laughing only made you even more endearing to Jade. Ah…how silly of him~

Jamil Viper

Jamil’s so caught up in his own thoughts of his schedule that he barely even notices your legs on display for the world to see. But trust me when he does, you have his full attention, eyes immediately trained on the legs that he’s never seen before.

He shouldn’t be so intrigued by this, bare skin being shown was nothing he isn’t used to but because it was yours, was the outstanding factor here. His s/o who would normally wear slacks than a skirt was now doing the opposite of her norm…Jamil didn’t know what to think

His first thought though, is ‘why?’ and thankfully for him, you’re able to quickly satiate his curiosity with just a simple explanation as to what exactly happened to your pants. Of course…it was the cat

The only time Jamil gets to see you again is during class and although he knows it’s highly inappropriate, he can’t help the glances he sneaks every now and then at your legs. They were slender but sturdy, freckles decorating the skin almost in a constellation like pattern and Jamil could only think how pretty it was

Before he knew it, class was over and nothing from that session stuck in his head which had him scolding himself. A tap on his shoulder has him breaking away from his thoughts and he was greeted by you with an amused smile on your face as well as a copy of notes being held out to him

Ah…so he was caught. Although embarrassed, Jamil takes the notes and thanks you. When you just give a knowing smile in response, Jamil will let out a defeated sigh before shaking his head. He won’t let himself be so easily distracted next time

Rook Hunt

No one can tell me that this man isn’t gonna go bonkers when seeing his s/o that hardly ever shows much skin, wearing a skirt for the first time. He’s quickly smitten with this new appearance and he’s gonna let it be known with a never ending onslaught of compliments

Your lover doesn’t need a reason as to why you’re suddenly wearing a skirt, he just wants to let you know as soon as he can that he really likes it. And that’s exactly what he does because the moment you’re within hearing distance, his mouth is shooting off praises

Rook’s not embarrassed to praise you…at all. He’ll do it in public or private, wherever really. He thinks beauty should be admired from all angles and trust me, he’s capturing all of you from many angles. He’d probably even blow up a photo of you and frame it on his wall for Christ sake. He just really adores this new look on you as it’s so drastically different from what he’s used to lol

I believe Rook would stare at them blatantly during class, wouldn’t even try to hide it really. In fact, YOU’RE the one that ends up embarrassed when Rook tells you after class that your freckles resemble that of the beautiful Milky Way. Seriously, how much longer was this going to go on? With Rook, one could never know…

Ortho Shroud

Ortho is baby but I will say that he supports the change as your bestie!! Totally compliments the new attire and will even cheer you on if you decide that you want to change up your style for good UwU

Definitely scolds Grim for ripping up your pants tho, that’s a no-no!

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia also wouldn’t really be that surprised, but he’d definitely find it intriguing. Before you even get to tell Lilia the reason, he’s teasing you already. Is this new style your attempt at trying to impress him? How adorable of you~

It’s all jokes of course and he laughs even harder when hearing that Grim ripped up your pants over something so petty. He never knew the feline could hold such a grudge! But then again, it’s thanks to that grudge that he’s seeing such a sight now

Lilia is never one to be in denial, but he swears up and down that he isn’t staring at your legs that often. Not in the halls and DEFINITELY not in class…okay, maybe he is but who knows when the next time you’ll wear a skirt like this? He’s intent on burning the image in his memory

It’s when Lilia hears a small bubble of laughter that he breaks from his thoughts only to see you smiling. All Lilia can do is snicker back quietly, he knew his spot was blown but that’s alright. You don’t seem to mind too much anyways~

In my mind, Lilia will make you skirts and ask you to try them on. He’d be suuuuuper happy if you were to ever wear something made by his own hands so even if it is a bit out of your comfort zone, it’s worth it to see the smile on the fae’s face

[erwinsvow]

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

a/n: hey everyone! hope you enjoy these college headcanons! part two can be found here! warning for nsfw in jean's, and mentions of alcohol/partying throughout!

jean kirstein

jean shows up to college thinking it’s gonna be high school part two, and quickly gets put in his place

his old antics (for both school and girls) won’t fly anymore, so he tries his hardest at both

i personally see jean as not the smartest, most gifted kid (in college!) but definitely one of the hardest workers

this man comes in pre-law and changes to sports management real quick

he definitely plays some kind of club sport, lacrosse or basketball or maybe even both and he is way too into it

like club lacrosse is his life.

he 100% has eyes for cheerleaders, because he loves idea of someone rooting for him, and if you are one, then it’s instantaneous

he notices you at one of his games, giving a shove to conny and asking if he knew who you were

which is met with “what do i look like, a phone book?”

he builds up the courage to ask you out eventually, to which of course you agree, and it’s pretty much a happy ending after that

makes for a lot of sweaty, post-match sex, with him still in his jersey and you in your uniform hiked up

reiner braun

frat bro reiner is a business major with a focus on finance

reiner is the guy who dedicates 100% of his time to school during the weekdays, and the weekends are for the bros

he’s the first in the library, last to leave lecture because he stayed behind to get clarifications, and pretty much aces everything

halloweekend, he decides to drag annie and bertholdt to a party, because they are in desperate need of letting loose

probably dressed up as something mildly douche-y that didn’t require a lot of thought: a foot ball player jersey with eye black improvised by annie

he is a heavy-weight if you’ve ever seen one, probably on his fifth cup of cheap beer and not even slightly buzzed

annie and bertholdt are sloshed, so he keeps one eye on them to make sure they’re alright

you, on the other hand, are serving as designated-driver for the night and sipping on soda

i think any kind of sweet, innocent costume (angel, fairy, woodland creature) would get his attention immediately

he goes over to you to try to make conversation, and finds himself stumbling over his words even though he just swore he wasn’t tipsy yet

but you find it cute, and given how you have seen him before around campus, studying all the damn time, you’re pleasantly surprised to find a sweet, interesting guy making conversation with you at a halloween party

eventually, your friends take off with their hook-ups, and reiner is left behind alone too after making sure everyone had a safe ride home

with no one left besides you two and his passed out friends, you offer him and his roommates a ride back to his dorm

after dropping annie off, you arrive at the dorm and help lug a blacked-out bertholdt to their room

you say goodnight and as you leave, feeling bold, you leave your number on the whiteboard hanging on their door

so that then turns into coffee-and-studying dates, and eventually a relationship before too long

armin arlert

i think we all know what armin is like in college: marine biology major and history minor

this is an effortless genius, so unlike reiner, he doesn’t have to spend all his time studying

i think armin would be the kind of guy who has school and life figured out, and he slowly realizes a healthy relationship is the one thing missing from his life

there’s honestly plenty of people who want to date him, if he had ever cared to return any of their gazes

i honestly see him being oblivious, so when a fellow classmate asks if he wants to study together, he goes “oh, sorry, i wasn’t really planning on studying, but maybe eren wants a study-buddy, i’ll let him know for you!” instead of realizing that was someone flirting

so it’s the same for you

you’re taking the marine sci class as a last resort, everything else was completely filled up, and you just had to get out of that physics class

but all this talk about oceans and sea-creatures is even worse, somehow. to put it short, you’re struggling, and armin is the kid who raises his hand at every question without so much as jotting down a note during lecture

you know mikasa through a friend-of-a-friend type situation, and ask her if armin would be willing to tutor you sometime

doesn’t matter that part of the reason you’re doing so poorly is because you’re staring at the back of his head most of class

armin and you get together to study on a saturday evening, and what began as a recap on the history of the ocean quickly turns into laughing, talking, and then “you wanna go grab something to eat?”

for someone so smart, he’s really dense

he thinks you’re being friendly and doesn’t want to assume you’re thinking this is a ‘date’ even though you’re internally screaming

it takes you leaning in for a kiss after he’s walked you back to your dorm for it to click

needless to say, he wasn’t quite so oblivious after that

eren yeager

eren was determined to get into the same college as armin and mikasa

my man is undecided, and then sociology after he’s forced to pick

not exactly a fuckboy, not exactly a stoner, just somewhere in between

procrastinates doing work and submits every thing a day late, even though he probably would have gotten full marks if it was on time

him and mikasa decide to take a marine bio class with armin, and he ends up falling asleep during lecture

i don’t see him going for a goody-two shoes type that wants to reform him, because he just wouldn’t want to deal with that

it’s not a toxic relationship, but pretty close to one

on again, off again ever since the two of you met in a dingy frat basement, absolutely hammered, and hooked up

this boy does not want to admit that he’s caught feelings, but eventually it comes to that because he is very much the jealous type

catches you engaging in polite conversation with reiner and he is seeing white in seconds

he realizes he has to make you his

marco bott

the most wholesome nursing major with a minor in english because he is a sucker for lit

i don’t think there is any shortage of girls who want to be with marco, just given how sweet and genuine he is

that being said, i feel like the few time he’s wanted to pursue a relationship with someone, they haven’t reciprocated/just saw him as a friend

which isn’t the easiest thing to deal with, but because he’s a mature angel, he doesn’t hold that against anyone

instead, he kind of succumbs to this false idea that people want to be his friend, and not his girlfriend, which he’s a little insecure about

that’s why i think you and marco would have idiot best friends to lovers, featuring everyone around you knowing how head over heels you both are except the two of you

you two meet in a particularly challenging class, and not recognizing anyone, you both turn to the friendliest face in the room to make study-buddies with

over a whole semester of late-night cramming (and talking), scribbling smiley faces on flashcards, and good luck texts before the exam, you realize how much you’re gonna miss constantly hanging out with marco

and on his end, he’s complaining to jean about how after the final, you two won’t have any reason to keep talking

“so ask her out then, you idiot”

“she probably doesn’t think of me like that…”

“are you blind?” jean says, with a roll of his eyes

after the class has ended and you’re both headed back home for winter break, you work up the nerve to text marco one last time

“let me know if you ever need help studying for another class :)”

you have no idea that he’s over the moon, and that finally brings an end to your friendship, and starts your relationship

bertholdt hoover

mister bertholdt is structural design and architecture major

there’s basically six of those total in your entire college, so he definitely gets a bit isolated/lonely sometimes

he basically came to college with reiner & annie, and figured he didn’t really need more friends than that

so when they’re busy, he’s just by himself

annie definitely makes fun of him for not spreading his wings and flying out of the metaphorical nest, but he’s comfortable with how it is

not a huge fan of the party scene, and prefers a quiet night of studying

i feel like you and him would be the last two studying in the library most nights, and sometimes walk out together after the librarian reminds you both the building is closing

so, when reiner and annie drag him to a party one weekend, he’s shocked to see you there too with outgoing friends of your own

he’s used to seeing you in the bright fluorescent lighting of the library, so this dim, hazy room after the shots have already gone to his head is hard to take in

you two eventually end up talking after your friends push you towards him

“funny seeing you here.” “i could say the same to you.”

he already has a crush (you do too, but he doesn’t want to accept that) so the alcohol inhibits his usual caution

a little bit of dancing, a lot of sitting on the pavement outside while looking at the moon, stars, and each other, topped off with a first-kiss starts your relationship

levi ackerman

teaching assistant levi is a staple of your college

almost infamous, really

you count your lucky blessings that he’s still a year or so away from graduating with his ph.d. in molecular biology and that he’s ta’ing this microbiology class

you’ve definitely heard all sorts of rumors, but you really don’t know what’s truth and fiction

he definitely hasn’t slept with a third of his students (right?) but the lingering way he looks at you isn’t helping quell your thoughts

technically speaking, teaching assistants and students are not allowed to date, interact, etc

until the semester in which you are their student is completed, at least

it doesn’t take long after that for you two to constantly run into each other

“how’re your new classes going? any hot ta’s?” he asks, sipping his tea from the bookstore cafe. you choke on your hot chocolate.

all this being said, you’re an upperclassmen about to graduate, possibly start a ph.d. or masters program yourself. i see him teaching upper-level courses exclusively.

it’s not long after that you admit your feelings to each other, since after all, there’s no time to waste

erwin smith

you’re a second year masters program in the history department. your specialization is military history, so of course professor smith is assigned as your thesis advisor.

i mean, he’s only written several textbooks on the subject

on first sight, you can’t believe he’s a professor. because certainly, this is a some cruel twist of fate. he’s closer to your age than some of his colleagues.

you both try to keep it strictly professional

at first least. this gets gradually harder and harder

there’s a certain chemistry there neither of you can deny.

having a mutual interest in the same subjects doesn’t help too much either. suddenly, you guys are spending hours pouring over topics for his next textbook and your thesis.

the conversation continues over chinese food in his office, long after the rest of the building has cleared out for their friday evenings

“well, i won’t keep you any longer. i’m sure you have much better plans on a friday night than talking military policy with me.”

“there is no where else i’d rather be.”

hope you all liked it! :)

[ridiasfangirlings]

Saruhiko finds out he/she (female or omega your choice) is pregnant and tells his/her partner (sarumi or mikosaru or reisaru )what will be they reaction and homora and septer 4 reaction too plz I totally can see in mikosaru ship monakata will try to arrest mikoto for getting his kid pregnant

Mikosaru scenario is definitely the funniest so we’ll go with that one XD Maybe just an omega situation, to follow after that one alpha Mikoto/omega Fushimi ask from a while back. Imagine Fushimi discovering he’s pregnant and just storming over to the bar all you did this, Mikoto’s just like ‘…huh,’ totally chill while Fushimi’s glaring at him. Imagine they’re initially alone at the bar when Fushimi’s complaining about this, like this is why you’re supposed to leave me alone when I don’t have heat suppressants and basically just acting like Mikoto got him pregnant as a way to personally inconvenience him. Mikoto tells him he doesn’t have to give birth to the kid if he doesn’t want to and Fushimi huffs quietly and then mutters that he’ll have the kid, but this is still all Mikoto’s fault. Mikoto grins and comments about Fushimi ‘glowing like a new mother’ and Fushimi shoots him another glare. Just as they’re talking about this the door opens and in walks Kusanagi, Totsuka, Yata and the rest of Homra, just in time to hear that Mikoto’s gotten Fushimi pregnant.

Poor Yata doesn’t know how to feel about this, like if it was anyone else he’d be super proud that Mikoto-san’s going to have a kid but hearing he’s having a kid with Saruhiko is not something he ever expected to hear. Even better if Fushimi’s managed to keep his omega status under wraps until now and no one even knew he and Mikoto have been dating, like wait first you two have been having sex and now Fushimi’s pregnant what the hell. Kusanagi probably needs a drink, like maybe he did know Fushimi and Mikoto were together and he’s told Mikoto to be careful about things and of course Mikoto didn’t listen. Totsuka’s trying to calm everyone down and lighten the mood, patting Fushimi’s stomach (Fushimi twitches noticeably at that one) and suggesting they hold a baby shower. Fushimi’s like ‘you…’, gritting his teeth, and Totsuka just smiles. Anna probably ends up actually breaking the tension though, asking if Saruhiko’s going to have Mikoto’s baby and Fushimi looks away as he mumbles ‘Yeah. Guess so.’

S4 would be even more confused than Homra, they’re probably all thinking that the Red King took advantage of Fushimi-san like a wild beast and they all need to defend his honor. Fushimi knows he should technically explain that he wasn’t taken advantage of but honestly the truth is almost worse, like does he really have to admit that he’s in a relationship with Mikoto. He probably figures that he should avoid telling Munakata as long as possible, so of course Munakata overhears him talking to the squad and immediately cuts in all ‘Is that so?.’ Munakata is simultaneously very solicitous of Fushimi’s welfare — he needs to have a proper visit with a doctor and take all his vitamins and keep his baby as healthy as possible — while being very snide towards Mikoto regarding ‘being irresponsible towards Fushimi-kun.’ Mikoto can’t help rubbing this one in Munakata’s face though, like imagine him stopping into S4 and when Munakata sees him Mikoto just casually grabs Fushimi and pulls him close while grinning widely at Munakata. Fushimi sighs and Munakata makes a comment to Mikoto about how he hopes Mikoto intends to take responsibility for once, Mikoto says yeah looks like he’s gonna have to. Munakata’s pleasantly surprised by that and Mikoto says he’d better behave or Mikoto won’t let him see his grandchild (all while Fushimi’s like ‘he’s not my dad!’ and they both ignore him). 

[bokutoskitten]

go greek!

18+

synopsis- after a lot of convincing eren managed to get you to come to his frat party, where will the night take you?

cw- eren jaeger x f!reader, college au, praise kink, inexperienced reader (not a virgin), alcohol (y/n nor eren get drunk), sub reader, nipple play (f receiving), sex, all characters are 18+

these are just stereotypes about certain sorority’s/frats at a college in my state! Each college is different!

you didn’t really understand how you got put in this situation. Loud cheering, the smell of cheap beer and the sight of people making out in almost every corner of the crowded house.

You belonged to a sorority on your campus, definitely not a top tier… but you were in a sorority! Everyone knew your house as sweet and cute, but were innocent, rarely left the house.

You focused mainly on your classes like your sisters, you didn’t pay attention to any of the frats. That was until you met him. Eren Jaeger. It was a simple school girl crush on a guy in your poli sci class. You would of never imagined that a guy like him would ever pay attention to you.

When Eren found out that you were in Greek life he asked “why haven’t I seen you at any parties?” He quickly understooon once you said your sororities name, chi o’s. Everyone know chi omegas dont party much to keep their “good girl” status.

Eren asked you if you wanted to come to a party on Friday that his frat was hosting, pi kappa alpha (pike), you told him that you needed to study. Your sisters always told you to never hang out with a pike, they were just rich fuckboys who would use you and throw you out the next day.

But eren couldn’t be like that- could he?

Eren had grown bored of fucking tri delta’s and kappa kappa gamma girls, all they cared about was status. But not you. No, you were different. Eren knew the reputation he held, a class A douche bag. He just hoped that you hadn’t of heard about his reputation, in fear that it would scare you away. He hated how he was In the past, he wanted to change for the better and leave his fuck boy status in the past.

That’s how you ended up here. At the pike’s frat house, alone, no eren to be seen. As you tried looking around the house you felt an arm reach around your shoulder. Your plan was to stay at home and watch a movie like you did most weekends, but something overcame you and you decided to do something out of your comfort zone.

“Why are you all alone little lady?” Asked a clearly drunk man, “I- I’m sorry, have you seen eren? I was supposed to meet him here” you nervously responded looking up at the male.

“Y/n!” You heard from across the room. It was eren, even from at a distance you could tell he was upset. There was some bickering between eren and the boy who was talking to you, jean. But eventually he grumbled some words under his breath and left.

“I’m really sorry about that. He didn’t scare you too much did he?” Asked eren guiding you to an empty sofa. “I’m okay! Thanks for inviting me, your brothers seem nice…?” Your words came out more unsure than you were planning.

Chuckling he said “yeah sorry about them… so um, can I get you a drink?” Nodding your head you replied “s-sure!” Eren came back with two red solo cups, one for you and one for him. You smelled the liquid within the cup for a second before bring it to your lips. It tasted like strawberry lemonade with a bitter vodka aftertaste.

Your face scrunched your at the bitter taste. “Don’t force yourself to drink that if you don’t like it” chucked eren as he watched you try to drink the vodka concoction. “It’s okay! It’s just a little stronger than what I’m use to!” You replied taking another sip. By now that the alcohol was flowing through your system, the taste didn’t bother you as much.

You continued to chat with eren about your major; poli sci. Which was the same as erens, you talked about favorite tv shows and your favorite places to get food near campus. You where really surprised at how much you were enjoying yourself. Frat parties had always seemed really scary, but this was the exact opposite. You were actually having fun for once, not stressed about grades and trying to keep your high gpa.

Your conversation was suddenly interrupted as girl walked up to eren. “Hey eren” she slurred, “you look really nice tonight… wanna go back to my place and have more fun” she asked. Your heart sunk. She was extremely pretty, and you recognized her. She was the president of a sorority on campus. The top sorority on campus.

Before eren could open his mouth you said “s-sorry umm excuse me” as you quickly got up from the sofa tears started to prick the corner of your eyes. Somehow you found a room that was empty, you sat down on the bed as you tried to control yourself from crying.

I knew it was a bad idea to come here… eren could never see me as more than a girl he chatted with in class…

The door surprisingly swung open causing you to become startled. “I’m sorry y/n- I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just worried, you ran off so suddenly” eren spoke as he made his way to the bed. “Shouldn’t you be with that girl right now…” you mumbled brushing some stray tears from off your cheek.

“Why would I be with her? Y/n- I want to be here with you. That’s why I’ve been talking with you this whole night, your fun to be around”

“Really…?”

“Yes really, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel sad”

“It’s okay… maybe we should go back downstairs, I don’t want to be in a random persons room.”

“Nah don’t worry about it this is my room”

“O- oh okay”

Eren leaned in a bit closer, “you know your really pretty, right” you felt heat rush to your face as you quickly said “oh- umm thank you!” You felt his hand cup your face as he said “is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Yes please”

When his lips finally connected with yours the sweet taste of the strawberry lemonade filled your senses. He nibbled a bit on your lower lip letting you know to open your mouth a bit more letting his tongue slip in.

A little moan escaped your mouth as erens hand made its way to waist, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You make the cutest sounds” he hummed as he pulled away from your mouth.

“At any moment you want to stop, just let me know, okay” he spoke in a gentle but stern tone. “O-okay” you replied. “So are you like a… virgin?” Eren asked, “what! n-no, I’ve only done it once… it’s been a while” you said shifting your face away from his as embarrassment spread through your body like a wild fire.

“Look at me cutie, that’s totally okay. Is it okay if I take this off?” He asked as his fingers lingered on your skirt. “Yes please” you breathily murmured. Now that your skirt was off you were left in your lace panties and a tank top.

Eren began lightly sucking on your neck as he made his way closer to your chest, looking at you he asked for permission to remove your tank top and bra as was well which you quickly gave him a nod of approval. His mouth made its way to your breasts as he began sucking and licking your nipples, you could already tell that by the time he reached your panties you would be drenched.

“Fuck- your going to look so pretty all marked up” he spoke as his tongue sucked on your nipple while he rolled the other one with his thumb. “Pleaseee eren” you breathily moaned as the pulsing feeling in your pussy was growing stronger.

“Please what?” He teased, “eren!” You whined giving him a pouty face.

“Come on y/n, tell me”

“Eren please touch me!”

In an instant eren swiftly removed your underwear, he threw it to some random corner of his room. Before you could complain about him throwing them so far away you were pleasantly surprised when he thrusted two of his fingers into you.

You quickly smacked your hand over your mouth to conceal your moan. “I want to hear you” he said sternly, you quickly removed your hand from your mouth not wanting to disappoint eren.

“Much better”

Even though he was just fucking you with his fingers it felt so good. “Ah!” You moaned as you felt eren move his another finger to your little bundle of nerves. “You like that?” He questioned, although he knew the obvious answer.

“Yes! Feels ‘s- so good!” You managed to speak out. “I can feel you tightening around me, are you gonna cum?” Questioned eren. “Y..yes!” You moaned loudly as your body finally gave in to all of the pleasure as you hit your release.

Eren pulled his fingers away from you, your essence dripping down his hand. “Look you made a mess” he spoke as he brought his hand to his mouth. “Mmhm you taste sweet” he said after licking his fingers clean.

“Erenn that’s embarrassing” you whined throwing your arm up to cover your face. “Don’t do that” said a stern voice as a hand grabbed your wrist and brought it down to the side of your body.

“Don’t hide from me, I want to see your face” said eren, by now you could see his cock was hard, the outline very prominent in his pants. “Please eren” you panted as you squeezed your legs together in anticipation. “You want my cock?” Chuckled eren knowing that you desperately wanted him.

“Yes eren! Please”

“Good girl”

He slipped off his sweatpants and shirt, you could see how big his cock was just from the imprint in his boxers. Your mouth was basically drooling from staring at erens flawless washboard abs.

Your heart was pounding out of your chest when you felt eren rub is flushed tip against your soaking entrance. “Erennn just put in it” you whined giving eren a pouty face. “You are just so needy” he chuckled as he teased you a bit more. You gasped when you suddenly felt eren thrust himself into you, barley giving you any time to adjust to the feeling.

“Holy shit- your so tight” he swore as he picked up his pace. “Aah! Erennn” you moaned as his hips slammed against yours. You couldn’t believe the situation you were in, you tried to remember how it even escalated to this but your body was so overwhelmed with pleasure you were having a hard time remembering.

“H-harder!” You cried tightening yourself against eren. “Fuck” a curse slipped out of eren’s mouth as you did that. “Feels ‘s- so good” you said as ecstasy flowed through your body.

“Your being such a good girl for me, taking me so well fuck- such a good job” he praised as he fucked you at a ruthless pace.

As eren looked down at you tits bouncing up and down, he felt so much different than he did with other girls. He didn’t want to fuck you then throw you out, he wanted to cuddle with you and litter you with kisses. Was he crazy…? Or was he just catching feelings…?

“Keep going eren! I-I’m so close!” You moaned as one of eren hands made its was to your clit gently massaging it. “Your doing so fucking good for me, I know you can do it, be a good girl and cum for me” he said as he felt you squeeze him even tighter than before. You felt yourself finally hit your peak. Pure bliss washed over your body as you rode out your orgasm with a high pitch moan.

“Fuck” groaned eren as he quickly pulled out squirting his cum onto your stomach. After taking a couple deep breaths he got up, leaving you alone. You knew deep down all he wanted was sex, you decided that in a minute you would get up to clean yourself off then leave the party.

“Eren..?” You said in shock seeing him come out of the attached bathroom with a small damp towel. “Yes y/n?” He questioned as he made his way over to you then began cleaning you off.

“Oh- nothing!” You responded quickly smiling at the boy in front of you. “You didn’t think I was gonna leave you here, did you?” He questioned with a smile.

“What! No-” you replied with a huff, before you could finish eren cut you off with his laugh.

“I would never leave you here alone, I hope you know that”

“Yeah, I do now….”

“Good”

Eren laid down in bed next to you grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to his warm body.

“Goodnight y/n”

“Goodnight eren”