#please give me your thoughts on my insane ramblings

[mechanical-magician]

OK so I can't be the only one who REALLY wants to know where Felix got that mask from or what the hell it means right

Like the first memory implies he's had it since he was a little kid and hrrrrgh I need to know

OKAY SO I HAVE SOME PERSONAL THEORIES??? HEADCANONS??? IDEAS??? ABOUT FELIX

So I'm not the first person to say this/point this out, but in the dream sequences, particularly the first one, the white silhouetted buildings look FAR different than the architecture of New Amsterdam. Take note of the clock tower looking building (I don't have a screenshot sadly)

We know from one of the Oldheads that New Amsterdam was literally built on top of the old one. We see the buried ruins of Old Amsterdam below Versum Hill and Pyramid Island in those "back rooms" areas. Below Pyramid Island there's that massive clock tower, just like the silhouette of one we see in that dream.

One of the most notable features of this dream and the idea that this is Old Amsterdam is that we see that there's a massive river. A river that's nowhere to be found in the areas we see in New Amsterdam. It seems weird that the devs would include this particular detail if it meant nothing, especially when we see that the other details mean something.

A whole river doesn't disappear overnight. A whole river also doesn't disappear quickly from man-made methods.

If the oldheads are not only able to remember Old Amsterdam, but clearly spent a long time in it given their vibe, we can assume that New Amsterdam's existence HAS to be recent.

My personal theory? Old Amsterdam got hit by some insane natural disaster. Particularly, a freak tsunami.

HEAR ME OUT AND I PROMISE THIS LINKS BACK TO FELIX.

So the Netherlands is basically free from natural disasters that would cause the sea floor to come to main land in a disastrous way. No hurricanes, earthquakes are located in the eastern parts of the country, and notably, tsunamis are basically unheard, but not impossible. Therefore, it's reasonable to assume that most infrastructure wouldn't be prepared for a massive tsunami if it were to occur because the chances of that happening are slim to none.

The clock tower is UNDER Pyramid Island directly, which doesn't make a lot of sense if it was on a river like the dream implied UNLESS that river opened up to the sea and the sea level moved UP suddenly.

The buildings underneath Versum Hill and Pyramid Island are covered in debris and tilted/destroyed.

Why would anyone build a new city on top of the old one, not using any of the old infrastructure unless they absolutely had to? If the structure of all these buildings were all buried in mud and dirt and debris and any other number of stuff from when the wave(s) hit, that would explain why they couldn't use anything.

It would explain why everything had to be scrapped. Everything is new because basically nothing was left. New Amsterdam was built on the ruins of Old Amsterdam.

Soooooo what does all this have to do with Felix? Well, I believe that Felix isn't from Old Amsterdam, he's from an even older time. How is that possible if he's not old? Well, this gets into even crazier speculation, but hear me out.

By venturing in the ruins in Versum Hill, we can find what appears to be a Sarcophagus with Felix's mask on the front. It's out in the open area, and in a place where someone could open it.

What if that coffin has some ability to keep what's inside alive in a stasis state? What if Felix is from an ancient era? It would explain his fondness for older ways, like not using a boost pack. His tattoo even looks like a hieroglyph.

Maybe his coffin was opened during the Old Amsterdam days and he grew up some there? Before using his sarcophagus as shelter during the distaster?

But this is even further into headcanon/fanfictiony stuff.

So that's my INSANE theories on Felix and Old Amsterdam

[sleep-0-deprived]

Yandere CEO who is serious and strict but becomes a real puppy at the reader's feet, he gives everything the reader wants and kneels before him asking to be able to touch and give pleasure to the reader.

Yandere CEO x male reader imagines~! ૮꒰ྀི ⸝⸝․․⸝⸝ ྀི꒱ა

A/N (I did the Yandere as a sub top and I thought of the Yandere being mid forties while reader being late twenties because I thought it fit best anon!) <33

Just imagining Yandere CEO being a complete heartless man to the world, old and cold as they say. Until he seen your resume running across his desk and if you told him of love at first sight he would scoff at you and kick you out but oh my, when he seen the small picture of you next to your resume he didn’t even care to read it because this man was going to have you. The only words he could think of was “he must’ve been crafted by the gods, I bet Adonis himself spent his life carving those lips” shivers went through him dialing your number trying to get a interview with you.

Just imagining Yandere CEO who hires you at first for your pretty face making you his assistant putting you a desk in his office wanting all eight hours of your days to be spent close as he can get to you, being soft and sweet for you unlike his mean and cold demeanor with the rest of his employees. he’d glance over at you typing something on your computer quietly asking “are you alright? Did you need a break, your hands aren’t sore are they?….i can get you into a nice spa if you’d like. I don’t want my best employee burnt out”

Just imagining Yandere CEO who gets you gifts on the daily nearly pouting if you tell him not to, all he wants is for you to cling to him! He’d beg and plead asking you to let him suck you off whispering in your ear “let me help you out, boy?…I wanna ease you up a bit, you deserve the best so just let me give it to you” he’d mumble getting on his knees and massaging your thighs nice and gentle getting your cock out of your slacks worshipping it nuzzling his face into it peppering your angry tip with wet kisses.

Just imagining Yandere CEO who sends you flowers takes you on fancy trips. Sending you to Rome with him when he goes to sort out business you’re sitting somewhere in a fancy restaurant holding his black card telling you “buy anything you want, I wanna spoil you baby..” and by the time he gets back to your five star hotel room all he asks os for all your affection groaning into your ears holding you by the waist bucking and thrusting his hips up into you from beneath murmuring on and on rambling having you on his cock sending shivers through him “oh you’re so perfect~ pretty little thing~ hng oh fuck moan a little louder you sound angelic like that—“ he’d whimper spilling into you nibbling on your shoulder softly.

Just imagining Yandere CEO who asks you all sweetly if he can have you cock warm him while he manages files, pleading just wanting to please you wanting to have you all sprawled out like a happy cat with his chubby tip pressing and massaging your walls just bullying your prostate while he tugs at your cock like its glass having you orgasming more times than you can count pleasing you like it’s his life’s mission “c’mon baby boy, one more for me? I know you can push it out shhh doin perfect there’s a good boy”

Just imagining Yandere CEO who loves your chest, worshipping them as his holy grail sucking at hurrying his fave in your pretty s/c pecks. Nibbling at your nipples pressing little kisses to your peaks using his hands to massage them while he rotates back and forth making sure each one gets the perfect amount of attention “they are so beautiful sweetheart, god your skin tastes so divine” it was like sex polling with your skin covered in the finest nectar for him driving him insane hazily looking up at you with complete and utter infatuation.

[endlessthxxghts]

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Frankie Morales x afab!Reader

Summary: You want Frankie to knock you up, and fuck, does he wants that, too. W/C: 1k. (I actually stuck to the word count this time… but at what insanely hot cost?😵‍💫) 18+ MDNI: Implied established relationship. Literally 0% plot and 100% PORN. Unprotected P in V sex. MAJOR BREEDING KINK. Cumming inside. Slight daddy kink (in the sense that you wanna make Frankie a daddy🫶🏼). One (1) pussy slap. Multiple orgasms. Overstimulation kink. Finger fucking. Pics for aesthetic purposes only.

A/N: This lil drabble is a part of my 1k follower celebration in response to this yummy request made by @javierpena-inatacvest😵‍💫 Please take a deep breath and get comfortable while you read this… ANYWAY, happy Valentine’s Day everyone!!! What better way to celebrate than with Frankie and his breeding kink?😋 Hope you guys enjoy, and please do let me know what you guys think!!!! I love love love your feedback (or- in other words) !!!🤭

MASTERLIST || NOTIF BLOG

“Fuck, Frankie…”

“Taking it so good, querida, fuck-”

“Please- shit- please, Frankie, don’t stop.”

“I’m not, baby,” he moans, eyes threatening to succumb to the back of his skull, “Not gonna fucking stop until you’re full of me, baby, yo prometo.” I promise. 

“Sh-shit, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, ohmygod-” your eyes clamp shut, your jaw hangs open, ass up in the air as your tears and drool soak the pillow beneath your face. 

Frankie speeds up, pummeling into you hard and fast, his large hands coasting the surface of your ass and your back, groaning at the way you twitch and writhe underneath him. His hands settle at your waist, gripping you tightly, accentuating the arch of you. He’s so fucking deep at this angle, you can feel him hitting your cervix with each thrust forward. It’s an addicting sensation right now—and it will be even later, when the dull ache overtakes you. “Give it to me,” he breathes, “cum all over my cock, querida, needa feel you.”

His hand snakes around to your front, the pad of his fingers meeting your clit, rubbing it in the perfect motion that sends you reeling. Fireworks—no, dynamite, explodes behind the dark of your eyelids, your head adopting that fuzzy feeling, your body following suit not long after. “So fucking good, you feel so fucking good, Frankie, oh my God- oh fuck-” you ramble partially incoherently. 

Your thighs are jello, unable to keep yourself up as Frankie continues fucking into you; his arm wraps around your middle, his other pawing at your breast. He pulls you up to be flush against his chest as he begs your alter for his own release. “I’m c- mierda- I’m close,” he whimpers right at your ear. 

Mustering up as much strength as you can, you twist your head to face him, your hand reaching up and rooting yourself at the back of his messy curls. You yank his head towards you, crashing his mouth against yours. It’s sloppy and wet, swallowing each other’s tongues whole as the thickness of your shared breaths melt into one. Breaking away with a bite to his kiss-swollen lower lip, you whisper into his mouth, “cum inside me, Frankie, please.”

“Baby-” he chokes, his hips speed up, arousing him beyond what he thought was possible. “Want you in me for days, Francisco,” you whimper, licking a stripe on his neck, collecting the salty liquid running down. His hand makes its way back to your throbbing bud. 

Your body goes lax in his hold, you secure your grip at the base of his neck, keeping your faces close to each other. He watches with heavy eyes as you struggle to keep your gaze on his, your brows furrowing slightly as your eyelids begin to flutter. “Need you-” you start, a throaty moan cutting you off. “Need you inside me- need you to fuck it so deep, baby,” you sob, “that it has no choice but to fucking take- fuck-”

Frankie’s heart stutters and his cock twitches. “Yeah?” he grits between his teeth. “Want me to fuck you full?” A particularly hard thrust sends you cross-eyed, your nails digging into his neck. “Want me to fucking get you pregnant right now, baby?” 

An appreciative little slap to your slippery clit jolts your eyes open, his lustful gaze with a hint of something more—like adoration, like pure devotion—stares you down. You pull him into you once more, a clash of spit and teeth and tongue—you can even taste a hint of your own arousal from when he ate you out before you were begging him to knock you up. “Please- fuck- yes, baby, yes- fucking- let me make you a daddy, baby, please- want you- need it- need you so fucking bad-”

Fuck. Frankie’s pace falters, his hips stammer as his orgasm consumes him—his cum painting your warm walls, filling you up to the brim. You moan at the sensation, your hips thrusting backwards into him, and before you realize it, you’re cumming again, both your bottom halves an utter mess of each other’s arousal. 

Frankie softly slips from your heat, and you both hiss at the loss. He releases his hold on you, guiding you onto your back, his hands settling on the insides of your thighs to keep you open for him. His eyes can’t leave the way your pussy looks right now—completely fucked out, shiny with your slick, and filled with his cum. You feel it start to leak out of your hole, and you whine, the feeling so sensitive but dizzying, knowing you’re overflowing with Frankie. 

Before you know it, his fingers are collecting the dripping spend, bringing it back to your entrance, and slowly, his fingers enter you, the initial push inward causing more of his cum to seep out of you, but he’s quick to catch the leakage, pushing it back inside of you, where it needs to be. 

With one hand holding one thigh down and the other inside of your sex, Frankie’s entranced, starting up a delicious pace fucking into you with his fingers. You’re a moaning mess of curses mixed with his name, overstimulation taking over your body, but you don’t want him to stop. 

He couldn’t even if he tried. He’s too caught up in the notion that after this, his sperm could latch, and in nine months from now, you’d be big and round and glowing carrying the product of your love. Fuck, he needs this to work. He’ll fill you up every fucking day if that’s what it takes. 

He’s pulled from his trance when a heady moan roars from your throat, “F-fuck, fuck, Frankie, I’m gonna fucking cum again! Oh my god, baby- fuck-” 

His eyes are on your face: pure ecstasy, he’s seeing, in the way your head throws back into your pillow, only the white of your eyes showing, as the veins pop out your neck as you scream out in pleasure. 

He slides his fingers out, slick with a mixture of both of your arousal, and brings it up to your mouth. He knows how much you love to taste. 

Immediately you open up, lapping up your combined flavors greedily, a content, blissful smile plastered lazily on your face. 

“Am I full, baby?” You mumble. 

“So full, querida,” he whispers, laying his body over yours, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. 

“Do you think…” you trail off softly, nervous. 

“I don’t know, mi amor,” he breathes, kissing your chest. “Guess we’ll just have to keep you full everyday until we can check, huh?” 

Your cheeks heat up, your exhausted pussy already fluttering in anticipation. “Y-yeah. I guess so.” 

End note: LOLOL GUYS I, UH.. I REALLY WENT HARD ON THIS ONE, I'M SORRY BUT ALSO I'M NOT SORRY ASDFGFDFH PLS LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK <3 YOUR GUYS' WORDS MEAN THE WORLD TO ME, I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH Also how you doing, babe @javierpena-inatacvest?? You alive? Still with me?? I LOVE YOU AHAHAHAH

[amoeganism]

HIT BRAKE! sae itoshi

(Sae needs to practice his goals and you… driving)

~3.8k words, humor, fluff, angst if you grab a magnifying glass, use of soccer instead of football (i have too much pride to do that), theyre so polar opposite they unfortunately come full circle and match each others freak

Sae Itoshi returned to Japan with several new things under his belt:

The ability to speak spanish (although his grammar structure can use some help from time to time)

An insane growth spurt

Probably shell shock syndrome

And the scariest new update to a chronic Resting Bitch Face that you had the displeasure of seeing thrown your way when you accidentally ran over his ball driving home. Maybe this is why most Japanese people rely on public transport instead of using their licenses

TWO was the number of times you had failed your driver’s test. Yes, you could always use the bus or ask your friends for a ride, but college doesn’t start for another few weeks and you’re determined by pure stubbornness to be driver certified before starting school. You think you’re doing pretty good so far: no accidents, no being pulled over, no getting cursed, and no one loudly complaining about your skills (no one has trusted you to drive them). The only thing you had left to master was parallel parking. 

It was a legacy in your family to be horrible at city parking.

One of your earliest memories was in the backseat of a rental car in a foreign country while your mother tried to park on the side of the street, only to get honked at by cars and drive against the flow of vehicles in a one-way zone. 

A bag of groceries lie in the trunk of your car as you drive to your family’s home. Humming along to the song softly playing through the radio, you slow down as you near the residential area, confident that this drive will end without a single thing gone wrong. Without speaking, you jinx your thoughts as you jolt when your car goes over a bump and a loud wheeze follows it. Turning your head to the side, your entire body freezes and your eyes go wide upon seeing the pissed off glare of Sae Itoshi, the infamous Japanese soccer player who just returned from Spain with a sexy tan.

With a shaky hand, you roll down your window and immediately start tumbling over your rushed apologies. You don’t even understand what you’re saying but you hope that Itoshi somehow understands. When he doesn’t react, which is what you expected but it hurts nonetheless, you immediately shut up and tumble out of your car before getting on your knees and seeing what you ran over. 

Your hand reaches and pulls out a deflated soccer ball, the entire thing flat with a large hole on the side from when it got run over by your car. You almost feel inclined to inflate it with the tears that are about to spill out of your eyes but the only realistic and socially acceptable choice was to give it to Itoshi and once again, apologize but with words that he and the average person can understand. 

Itoshi mumbles a “it’s okay” before taking the ball (can you even call it that?) a once-over. “I have more at home, I’ll just throw it out.”

“Holy shit I’m so sorry about that I can buy you a new one just please don’t sue me I can’t afford a good lawyer, I’m in student loan debt.”

“...why would I sue you?” he asks, his face slightly scrunched up in confusion. It’s not much different from his normal expression, just a slight crease of his brows but it makes all the difference.

“I didn’t mean to assume that you’re gonna sue me, please don’t sue me for assuming!” You think that you should begin to pack your bags and take out a loan to move to another country. It would be easier to be a criminal than to deal with a conversation with a guy who multiplies your humiliation. “I just thought that you might get your super prestigious and rich and wealthy and prosperous and exquisitely-copious-in-currency soccer team on my ass ‘cause I ran over one of their balls,” you nervously rambled. Your face heats up at every word and one Itoshi divides into two Itoshis and two Itoshis split into four.

“Are you schizophrenic? I thought you were normal back in middle school,” sixty-eight Itoshis say in unison.

Your body freezes, the now one hundred twenty-eight Itoshis all morphing back into one. “Wait, we went to middle school together?”

“Uh, yeah,” he blinks, this time looking even more awkward than you. “We were in the same class for two years straight and I sat next to you the semester before I left. I think I would remember the kid who slept through each period but still got all the answers right when called on.”

“Oh!” You perk up at the recollection of a scrawny red-haired boy from five years ago, one who would try to not-so-discreetly look at your worksheet answers and peek at your notes during class. “You’re the boy who would always copy off my work. I do remember you!”

“Is that all you remember about me?” If Itoshi were any other person, you’d say he looked uncomfortable but all he did was tilt his head a little more to the left and shift on his feet. 

“I mean, the only reason why you remember me is ‘cause I saved your academics without even knowing. Don’t think I didn’t hear our teacher whispering ‘good job’ to you while returning our tests and how you suddenly moved up in our class rankings.”

“Well you didn’t bother to hide anything when you were snoozing away so whose fault really is it?”

“You were gonna leave for Spain, anyway!” you point out, remembering being pissed off when hearing the reason why your seatmate left was because he was some kind of sport prodigy, basically having his entire future as a star secured at the age of thirteen.

“My parents would’ve killed me and held me by my feet if I flunked.” Itoshi grimaced, kissing his teeth and brushing his hair back as it had fallen over his eyes. His cheeks had returned to its usual color, removing the red flush of running and exhaustion.

“Huh, I guess I should be credited for your success. Spain should thank me.”

“Are we forgetting that I’m the one who plays the sport?” Sae’s voice came out harsher than he intended and cut through the playful atmosphere by the first syllable. His demeanor appeared unchanged but he felt himself tense. 

Conversation had never been strong for Sae, only ever talking when he needed to and the most of his words going to his teammates on the field or his little brother. His success was a sensitive subject whether he liked to admit it or not. Spain served as an eye-opener to the teenage boy, being left in a country where no one looked like you and no one spoke your language. The only thing he could rely on was a translator he barely trusted and the expressions of the people around him. 

When you don’t respond, Sae observes your face, noticing how you began to fidget with your fingers just as you had when you first stepped out of the car. You weren’t his previous coaches; you were just a former classmate who he happened to run into, or rather, you drove into. It was too late to laugh and he felt slightly guilty at freaking out someone that wasn’t his brother, an opponent, or a bothersome news anchor. 

“If you want to repay me for the ball, meet me at the sports store nearby.”

“Sorry, but I don’t really know where you’re talking about,” you sheepishly reply, wanting to sink more into the ground with every word. You decide that talking to athletes is more tiring than playing an actual sport.

“Give me your number, I’ll send you the address.”

You hand him your phone, hoping he doesn’t comment on the horrendously cracked screen protector that you had been telling yourself to replace for months. At the same time, you also want him to notice the small possibility of him offering to buy you a new one, taking advantage of rich people or whatever. “I can pick you up if you don’t mind.”

“Should I trust you to drive me?” he asks, carefully looking between you and your car with his turquoise eyes as if analyzing his opponents on a field, only, this was a residential street and the only other player was a balding middle aged man walking his dog. 

“I mean, you’ll be my first passenger so you can find out for everyone else.”

“If I get into an accident I’ll sue you for real.”

“I’ll try not to, I don’t have a job anymore and I’m going to college soon so even if I do please be merciful I swear I have good intentions.”

“Pick me up tomorrow at 11 and I’ll give you a review,” he decides, handing over his phone with the contact ‘Sae Itoshi’ at the top of your phone and the name of a sports store sent to your conversation. You ponder for a moment about asking for a contact picture but you’d like to stay alive for at least one more day so you bid him farewell and sit back in the driver’s seat, hoping he doesn’t hate your taste in music when you turn the radio back on.

—

The Itoshi residence is rather normal, differing from your expectation of a lavish mansion with fountains and fences of gold, given that Sae was a famous athlete and his younger brother Rin was known throughout the prefecture for being a mini Sae. The previous night when you had just finished brushing your teeth, your phone screen illuminated with the presence of a new notification: a text from the older Itoshi.

>make sure you don’t have anything planned for tomorrow

>i’ll need to try each ball out

>you did this to yourself

>shitty driver

A jolt of pain had struck your pride, crumbling your ego at the realization that he was, unfortunately, right about needing to sacrifice your entire afternoon to babysit a (grown) stranger whom you haven’t talked to in years; those conversations were brief, lacking any substance to consider them actual conversations. For a moment, the thought of bailing on him had crossed your mind, the idea of leaving him stranded at his residence while you enjoyed a night in, marinating before a tumultuous college career seemed insatiably tempting. 

Disaster struck when you Googled Sae Itoshi’s net worth, his bank account leading you right to his front doorstep.

“Don’t get into any car accidents,” Sae told you as he dipped his head down to step into the passenger’s side of your car. You were suddenly struck with a moment of insecurity; a wealthy athlete who could probably buy your family and your ancestor’s mummified corpses is sitting in your car and is probably rich enough to get away with murdering you for having half a particle of dust fall onto his lap.

You realized you zoned out when Sae cleared his throat, blinking a few times at you with an unamused expression and eyebrows furrowed in judgment. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, man. Just trying to remember the name of the place you mentioned. It’s a technique I use where if I think really hard in the same place I was when I thought of that thought, that thought I had thought of can reappear in my thoughtless mind.” You aren’t sure if you understand what you’re saying but you think you can get away with spouting bullshit if you use enough hand movements like a person on TedTalk.

“What the actual fuck are you saying?” Sae doesn’t seem to believe you but you’re an innovator—you simplify the problem down to something the average person (underling) can understand. 

“Can you give me the address again..?”

“You’re a freak.”

Sae picks up your phone, which was opened to the navigator app, and quickly typed in the name of the sporting good’s shop he had mentioned the day before. It was a small place, smaller than you would expect a star athlete to go to for equipment but you suppose it makes sense at the same time: less people, less paparazzi, less crazed fans, and a selection of items picked specifically for trained athletes. 

“So, uh, are you gonna make me pay for the ball too ‘cause I’m at least, like, five yen in student loan debt,” you sheepishly ask, hoping Sae can appreciate your humility in being a college student, taking a step forward in life by pursuing a higher education. 

“How cheap are you?” Sae scoffs, letting out a sound that started off as half of a chuckle but ended as a constipated grunt, making him sound like a diseased lab-grown goat that was raised by war-stricken alien society. You think Sae should become an experimental musical artist if soccer doesn’t work out, sorta like a fucked up version of Björk who’s slightly less musically talented and a total cunt instead. 

“I’m not cheap! I’m just curious. I brought my credit card just in case. I’m a responsible adult; this is all for budgeting and logging my payments or whatever else people do to save money.”

“You’re lucky you’re funny,” Sae comments as if it’s the most nonchalant thing in the world. For you though, you almost stepped on the breaks and begged him to repeat what he said. It would have been just another condescending compliment from anyone else but Sae Itoshi is notorious for not humoring anyone in the media and you quickly realized, even those in real life. Before you could doubt your memory, Sae opens his mouth again. “You lucked out on pretty privilege. All the bullshit you say would not slide if it came from any other person. I’m convinced the only social experience you have is talking to a mud wall.”

Any negative statement he had made went through one ear and directly out the other, keeping only the compliments for your brain to process. Without noticing, a giddy smile appeared on your face and to Sae, it was wildly masochistic the way you tolerated his foul personality and even relishing in his attention—no matter good or bad. He could almost pity you, deducing your attitude as a lack of self respect, but you somehow manage to surprise him every time.

“Nah, I think I had a lot of friends. I don’t know if we were actually friends but I knew their names so it’s probably good enough. Speaking of, there was this guy named Kota who I knew when I was seven and he seemed pretty cool until I caught him picking at his feet in the middle of class. Sometimes I wonder how he’s doing and if he’s still collecting foot gunk. But yeah, I think you’re just self projecting with the whole ‘no people, only soccer’ thing and moving to Spain with zero spanish skills. Damn, wait, that’s kinda sad. Shit, now I feel bad,” you take a look at Sae, searching for any sort of discomfort or offense but he simply shrugged. 

“It’s whatever, they all bothered me anyways. I was there to play soccer, not make lifelong friends. It’s not like I’m gonna stay in Spain forever. I’m back in Japan to renew my passport ‘cause I know I’m gonna come back eventually.”

“You’ve already made a name for yourself and you’re making insane money that can last more than a lifetime for the average person once your contract is over. It’s not gonna be long before you get onto the Olympic team for Japan. When you do make it on, you better thank me for making sure you kept on playing by bringing you to buy a replacement for a ball I ran over.”

You drove into a parking lot with two other cars directly in front of the sports shop. The building was in the middle of a small plaza, adjacent to an udon shop and a bar. It was undoubtedly an odd place for a sports shop to be and that might have been what caught Sae’s eye in the first place. In the window display, a tennis racket and a pair of soccer cleats are put on display and on the glass door, countless advertisements for events and brands are taped on, each barely correlating to the others.

Right in the corner of the shop is the checkout where an elderly man sits, scribbling something in a beaten journal. There is a stack of newspapers behind him, every issue marked with highlighted annotations and then neatly folded as if it were untouched. Sae greeted the man and turned to find someone else, this time, being a younger man who appeared to be in his thirties or forties. He gave Sae a warm smile and shook his hand, not as a business partner, but as an acquaintance. 

It’s here that you realize you’ll never be able to see the world the way Sae does. In your car he was just another boy in your neighborhood that you decided to get to know. But to others, he was Sae Itoshi, a prodigy who could conquer the world with just himself and a pair of cleats. Although his eyes are dimmed and his apathy anything but silent, his shine was lost to know one and when he boards a plane back to Spain while you settle into college, you think you’d be content calling him a shooting star.

Sae notices that you stopped following him and turns around in confusion, tilting his head to motion you to follow him. It takes a breath before you put your hands in the pocket of your jacket and tentatively follow him. It wasn’t until you walked into the store that you truly realized how out of place you felt and if it were just you and Sae, you might’ve thought to ask him what everything did. He’d call you a dense fuck and tell you that he plays soccer, that he doesn’t deal with anything else. You had even the smallest bit of shame so you kept your mouth shut and continued to trail after him, stealing glances at the stacked shelves until the employee came to a halt.

Before you was a wall, lined with four shelves of nothing but soccer balls, each decorated with the signatures of different brands and their series’.

“The guy said I can try them out in the back.” Sae tapped your shoulder and grabbed onto the fabric of your jacket, dragging you with him like a pet cat. “They have a lot of empty space there. You can help me carry everything I want to try.”

Agreeing turned out to be a mistake. In your arms you struggled to carry six different balls, with Sae dribbling one between his feet as the owner of the stop unlocked the door to the back where Sae would be testing things out. You felt like an overworked butler from some bad comic and in your head, you imagined yourself as a fainting princess—a damsel in distress being overworked by the evil kingdom in which she is supposed to be respected.

“Stop being dramatic,” Sae sighed, noticing your dejected pout and lost eyes. He could almost pity you if you didn’t look comically pathetic in the moment, almost adorable if he wanted to be slightly sentimental. “You can put them all down now. Just sit here and wait. Take a nap or something, you’ll be fine.”

The lack of standards you have would be an issue to address at a later date because the barely comforting words of the ever eloquent motivational speaker Sae Itoshi had you immediately perking up and cheering for him.

“Go! Go! You got this! Get that goal, ugly!”

“Who are you calling ugly? I could knock you out with this ball, you know. If you want to be supportive, don't be a freak.”

“Are you really gonna disrespect the only fan you have at the moment? What if I tweet about this and get you canceled or some shit?”

“Do you really think I care about that?”

“...no…”

“...”

“...”

“Whatever. Do what you want.”

“Kick that ball, little boy! You’re a prodigy! Number one soccer player in the world! Bend that net over!”

—

By the time Sae had finished shooting several goals and alternating dribbling between them at least five times, the sun had set and your throat was sore from bullshit cheering, half of which were incoherent sounds of moral support. Sae grabbed an unopened box of the ball he had chosen and denied a pump when offered one. When he placed the cardboard packaging onto the checkout table, your wallet was in your hand and ready to check out and pay off your debt to the Itoshi. 

However, you were met with a receipt in your hand instead and a farewell from the owner, bidding you and Sae a happy rest of your day. You quickly turned your head toward Sae, mouth agape as your brain twitched, trying to process if he was fucking with you or not.

“Do you want me to pay you online or write a check or what? Wait, why did you pay? I thought I owed you it? My complaining earlier was all joking. I literally popped your old ball. The least I can do is pay for a new one!” You rant, quickly taking your phone out of your bag to open up your banking app but Sae was quicker to take your hand in his and bring it down to where it was before.

“And I was fucking with you too, dumbass. Or are you too stupid to remember back in the car how I didn’t respond to you asking if you needed to pay? Start listening, will you?”

“I think this is the meanest act of generosity I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m not being generous, I’m telling you that you owe me something else.”

“What the fuck?” You’re perplexed by the audacity of this man. You hope his athletic career flops and every brand deal that he has gotten offered drops him. “Are you gonna start charging me an insane amount of interest like a loan shark? Dude, aren’t you rich?”

“I’m not asking for money.”

“Then what is it?”

“Go on a date with me.”

“Are you being for real right now?” You’re still perplexed by the audacity of this man. You’re perplexed by how his words are chosen to form the most foul sentences with sweet meanings. You’re perplexed by how out of all who know him, and all whom he knows, he would take an interest in you. But you’re a selfish person—if Sae Itoshi is offering his beauty and his awful personality to you, then you’ll take it with all your heart. 

You move to Sae’s side, putting everything in your hands into your bag and intertwining your fingers with his, a dumb smile planted on your face. As you skip to the car and swing your hands between the two of you, Sae Itoshi’s grin is highlighted by the golden glow of the setting sun. 

He really can’t wait to come home.

[dira333]

The Soulmate Theory - Todoroki Shouto x Reader

I welcome you to my probably last-ever Soulmate fic. As much as I love reading this trope, it's gotten harder and harder to write. I hope you like it. This is for @shoulmate

Trope: You share your Soulmate's pain.

Soulmates used to be a thing. 

A long, long time ago, way before the first ever Quirk was documented, Soulmate bonds were just as common as Quirks are nowadays.

Your grandmother used to be fascinated by it, told you stories about her grandmother who was convinced she shared a soulmate bond even though not one case had been documented in the last hundred years before her.

It’s only natural, you’d say, that you didn’t realize you had one. After all, why would you think that?

-

Pain has always been part of your life.

Your wrists hurt and your legs hurt and your back hurts and your stomach hurts… all the time. The doctors cannot find anything, some even accuse you of pretending for attention. You’d gladly trade all that attention against a pain-free day.

Your Quirk’s Telekinesis and you’re so glad about it, because how else would you be able to move that pen and write that notes when your hands hurt like this?

You’re getting better at it too, threading a needle or picking up the last grain of rice with your thoughts alone. 

-

A dull ache has settled behind your left eye after what has been the most intense pain flare you’ve ever had. All you want to do is rest. 

But your mind is reeling, craving an outlet for all the thoughts inside your head.

Your restless eyes find some fabric in the corner of the room. Soon enough a few needles are working their magic, a creation coming to life before your eyes.

You might not be able to walk around most days, but at least you can still create outfits you’d love to flaunt in.

-

Years later

-

“Can you take over my student?” Kameko asks, “He wants a completely new costume.”

“What year?”

“First year. And his old one wasn’t even destroyed.”

“So? Maybe he found something out about himself.”

She huffs. “Please? I still have to finish Amajiki’s new design and you know how anxious he gets.”

“Yeah, no problem. Can you take another first year off my plate then? His name is Midoriya and he ripped it in half, it seems.”

“Oh yeah, give it to me.”

Someone clears their throat. You look up from your work into a set of heterochromatic eyes, one blue, one grey.

“Yes?” You ask. “How can I help you?”

“I’m here for my new Costume.”

“Are you Midoriya?” You point at the green fabric on your desk, or rather what’s left of the costume.”

“No, I’m Todoroki Shouto.”

“Ah,” Kameko doesn’t even look guilty at being caught. “You’re with her then. Do you need the think tank?” She points at the cubicle where you can go and plan outfits.

Todoroki looks like he isn’t quite sure, so you carefully slide off your chair and shuffle over.

“Come, come,” you wave at him, “It’s never wrong to brainstorm.”

“Are you hurt?” He asks and has the decency not to point at how you clearly favor your left leg. 

“Not more than usual,” you try to joke and though he looks a little confused, he doesn’t ask more questions.

.

Todoroki is a quiet individual. He’s not shy, that you perceive immediately, but he makes sure to check if he’s allowed to speak before he opens his mouth.

He’s also insanely pretty, the red, rough skin over his left eye giving him even more appeal. But he’s also one year younger than you, so you keep those thoughts locked away in the back of your head.

“If you want to change the design, we can do that, no problem.” You remind him when you’ve finally found something he seems almost happy with.

“I don’t want to cause you more work.”

“If you don’t cause me any work I’d have nothing to do,” you joke and he looks at you quietly for a while. You wonder if he’s ruminating over your joke or waiting for you to talk on and sadly, you’re more than likely to ramble in a confusing silence.

You gesture, somehow now talking about the importance of fresh orange juice for the human body, a topic you didn’t even know you could talk about beforehand when your hand connects harshly with the door behind you. Your wrist catches the doorknob and the pain is immediate, sharp and cool, like you’d imagine being stabbed with an icicle would feel like.

Todoroki hisses behind you and you’d compliment him on the empathy if it wouldn’t hurt like that.

When you turn, hand pressed against your chest, he’s cradling his own hand before dropping it. “Musclespasm,” he explains quietly, offering you a hand that is covered in ice. “Do you want me to cool it? It helps.”

-

“I’d like to add some more details to my costume,” Todoroki approaches you with a Bento Box in hand.

You nod, unable to speak for a moment as you focus your Quirk on a particularly tough seam.

“No problem, as I said. What’s it about?”

“Could we use the think tank?”

You turn to check but it’s clearly occupied.

“Sadly not. Is it more complicated then?” You nod at the Bento Box. “Do you think it will keep us occupied during lunch break?”

“No, this is…” Todoroki hesitates for a second before holding it out to you. “It’s just something I wanted to give you. My sister made these.”

 You open it with curious fingers to reveal twelve perfectly shaped cookies.

“That’s lovely, but why me?”

His cheeks turn pink and his lips curl into an adorable pout before he eventually talks.

“I mentioned that I was pleased with the changes and she told me to say thank you.”

“Aww,” you coo. “Your older sister then?”

“Yes,” the pout exaggerates, “I would have said thank you without her intervening.”

“Of course you’d have.” - “But my cookies didn’t turn out good.”

You both speak at the same time, or rather you accidentally interrupted him and he still talked on.

You stare at him now, mouth agape as you process his words.

“You made cookies for me?”

“Yes,” Todoroki nods, “I wanted to say thank you.”

“It’s my job.”

“I still want to say thank you.”

“Next time,” you joke, not quite realizing what you’re saying until it has left your lips and your brain has caught on, “just bring me the Cookies you made. It’s the thought that counts.”

He stares at you with wide eyes for what feels like eternity before a soft pink blush blooms on his cheeks.

You hide your own face in the box of Cookies, hope that he won’t hear the thunderous beating of your heart over the noise of you eating one.

They’re delicious. Of course they are.

-

You don’t know how or when or even why, but clearly, there’s a friendship growing between you and Todoroki Shouto. He’s stopped claiming he’s only dropping in for new additions to his costumes and in turn you’ve tried quite a few of his food creations, each one of them worse than the last.

But he’s cute and honest and real about it and you couldn’t do better if you tried anyway.

Your pain, however, doesn’t stop just because you’ve found work you enjoy or friends to spend your time with.

There are days where you cannot get out of bed. Days where strong painkillers allow you to get to school only for everything to go past you because those painkillers leave you loopy and tired, falling asleep over some costume in the early afternoon hours.

At least you’re not in the Hero Course, you think on the worst days, because you’ve seen the bruises Training leaves on Shouto’s arms and legs.

That’s before you realize that Training is the least of all his problems.

-

Third Year

“How are you?” You ask, because what else do you ask your Crush Slash Good Friend you haven’t seen in months?

Shouto’s got new scars, he’s grown, and he’s fought in a war while you were bedridden from pain, your mother scared out of her depths that you’d die in an attack, unable to move.

But you survived and so did he and if you can believe what you’ve heard on the news, he’s found out some things about his family too.

“Tired,” he admits, dragging a hand through his hair, “I missed you.”

You wonder how hard it was for him to admit that. 

 “Think tank?” You ask, slipping off your chair when he nods.

The last few days have been painless and even though you’re anxious about what’s to come after that, you can’t help but enjoy it.

When the door closes after him, you realize just how small that cubicle really is. 

Or maybe it’s just that Shouto doesn’t step away like he used to do, staying so close to you that you could count every single one of his long lashes if you wanted to.

“Can I hug you?” He asks and you nod, unable to say anything, even less when he pulls you in.

He’s tall and strong, cool on one side and warm on the other and your face nuzzles into his neck like it was meant to be like that anyway.

You don’t speak for a while, just hold each other in the semi-privacy this room provides.

“I want to take care of you,” Shouto whispers at some point. “Can I?”

Somehow it doesn’t surprise anyone that you two end up dating.

-

Your third year is almost painless.

Sure, there are frequent days where you’re sore for no reason whatsoever, but that is nothing against the blinding pain that had tied you to a bed for weeks before. 

Sometimes, Shouto pouts about that. He thinks it’s his job as your boyfriend to look after you and what good is he for if you don’t need looking after?

His friends tell you that he’s less reckless now - as if he’d ever been - making sure to keep himself safe because you need him.

You’ve met his sister, one of his older brothers and his mother, all of them nice, though maybe a bit distanced. 

Emotional vulnerability doesn’t seem to come easy to them.

Shouto, however, likes to talk about his feelings in depth. And he wants to know how you’re feeling too, listening with wide eyes as you explain.

Should it be weird that you’re dating someone younger than you? If so, you’re doing it wrong. 

-

The first(?) hint

“Do we need anything from the store?” You ask, phone crammed between your ear and shoulder as you grab your stuff from the passenger seat.

“I was going to get the groceries,” Shouto huffs on the other side of the call and you can see it, how he pouts at the thought that you’re doing it instead of him.

“I was already on my way. You can do the laundry.”

“I hate doing the laundry,” he groans and you giggle. “I know. I’m going to help you with it, don’t worry.”

“I could cook,” he offers and you giggle again, opening the door to step out. “As much as I love you, Shouto, I don’t love your cooking.”

“Fine,” he says, sounding exactly like a child that didn’t get its way, “But we do face-masks while doing the laundry.”

“Of course. I’ll call you back later, okay? I need both hands for shopping.”

“Sure. I’ll buy you more headphones in the meantime.”

There are a few more teasing remarks, a last “I love you” and then you shove your phone back in your purse and turn to where you think the shopping carts are located.

You don’t see the step in front of you before it’s too late and then you’re tumbling through the air. It happens slowly and then all at once and you’re not really sure what hurt first and what hurts the most. 

For a moment you’re just lying there, face down on the pavement, trying not to puke, collecting your thoughts as if they scattered on your floor just like your open purse.

Your phone starts ringing and that seems the most manageable task so you pick it up from right in front of you and press it against your ear.

“Yes?” You ask.

“Love, are you okay?” Shouto sounds worried.

“No, I just tripped and fell,” you pick your head up from the asphalt and squint at your stuff in front of you, “in the middle of the parking lot.”

“Just after you hung up I felt a lot of pain and I just… I knew it was you.” 

-

It keeps happening after that.

It doesn’t help that you’re clumsy, but maybe that’s for the best now, as you try and figure out this weird coincidence.

If you hurt yourself, Shouto feels the pain.

If Shouto hurts himself, you feel the pain. 

It’s only after he almost gets buried by a collapsing building that you actually tell a Doctor. Or rather Midoriya unloads all the Data he has collected on the poor, unassuming Recovery Girl.

The most likely answer, as strange as it might sound, is the Soulmate Theory.

“Since you’re the first documented case in hundreds of years we don’t have anything to prove this theory. But I’m quite positive that more cases will follow.”

You blink back at her, not quite understanding. Shouto’s left hand, one of the few places of his that are not covered in bandages, squeezes yours.

“You know what that means, right?” He asks.

“Yeah. We’re most definitely never going to break up.”

His eyes widen in a way you’ve grown familiar with. No matter how long you’ve been dating, you still seem to be able to surprise him.

“No,” he presses out weakly, “I meant… That all the pain you went through as a child and teenager, that was me. It’s my fault.”

You lean down to press a kiss to the little spot above his eyebrows that has come away unscathed.

“I’m not saying it was nice, but if I could take at least a little bit of the pain you went through, I’d say it was worth it.”

-

You’re pretty sure Shouto would disagree, but in your eyes Soulmates are not quite as fancy as they’re made out to be.

After all, you found him on your own, didn’t you?

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golden rule

lucy maclean x gn!reader

summary: you become lucy's only friend in wasteland.

warnings: weapon usage/mentions, brief blood mention, wasteland and life outside the vault, lucy is naive and oblivious at first and a hot mess later, mostly just fluff, golden retriever lucy & black cat reader type of shit, kinda enemies/strangers to secret in lover with each other, reader is hot i wanna date them but also a loser if you see through them, no nsfw, not proofread

"just give it a thought, alright? we could help each other."

"why would i want you for a company? no offense, princess, but i don't associate with vault dwellers." you take a look at her from head to toes, studying the details in her jumper. despite how cool her pistol looked attached to her belt like that, the yellow and blue choice was kind of goofy, you thought.

you can see the excitement in her eyes disappearing as she hears you and you almost felt sorry for her. almost. "okay, ouch." she tilts her head, crossing her arms. in a second, her dramatic act gave place to a smug smile. "oh, i know! what if i help you to find the head?"

even your own bitterness left your soul as you hear her. you pause for a moment, searching for any sign of unseriousness in her face. maybe it was just a bad joke? but then, she keeps staring at you with those huge eyes and a not so subtle smile, proud of what she had said.

"i'm sorry, a head? you mean someone's head?" you frown. "i don't know what you vault people think of us but i'm not a monster." you weren't really offended, but seeing the panic in her face was actually princeless.

"what? no, no! i was just- everyone wants that head and i thought you-" she starts to ramble, not wanting to offend you. her beam went away as fast as it reached her face. you almost felt bad for her twice in a row now.

you couldn't hold yourself back anymore and allowed a smirk to creep onto your lips. she immediately stopped talking and, even though she exhaled relief, you knew that deep down she wanted to kill you but was too kind for that.

"oh. you were messing with me. funny." she gives you a forced dry laugh. it was actually annoying how she tried to be so nice all the time.

as a response, you give her a nonchalant wry smile. "anyway. i'm not looking for a dog right now, so..." you sigh, reaching for the heavy backpack on the floor and sliding it onto your shoulders. "but good luck with the head or whatever it means." you wink at the stranger and turn around to leave.

"wait! please." she grabs your wrist before you could take the first step and in response, you turn around again impatiently, glancing down at her tight grip on your skin. it takes her a while to realize that she's still holding you but as soon as she does, she immediately looks at your wrist as well and let go of it. "sorry." she whispers.

you were ready to interrupt her but, curiously, you felt bad when seeing how insanely desperate she was. it wouldn't hurt to just hear what the had to say, right?

"i've been having a rough week, okay? everyone i've met tried to kill me, except for you. a weird..." she pauses, thinking "robot, or whatever, tried to harvest my organs out and i had to cut someone's head off. and i may not be the strongest or the most experienced person but i can learn!" she was truly putting on her best show while you stood in front of her completely unbothered. at least, you liked to think that you were a complete fearless and tough person. "just... please?"

against all odds, you didn't deny it immediately. and, if you didn't deny it immediately, you knew what it meant. fuck, when did you become such a softie? it could be, of course, the way her hair looked pretty even in a messy ponytail or how the cut on her lip made her look so incredibly ho-

"okay, fine. whatever." that idiot creepy huge smile of hers spread on her face again before you could even finish. "listen up, i'm not done." you roll your eyes. "we'll do things my way, get it? you speak when i speak, you shoot when i shoot, you walk when i walk." you take steps closer to her while you talk. firm, hoarse and assertive tone. you stop when you feel the tip of her nose almost touching yours, keeping the steady the eye contact intact. you were so busy initimidating her that you don't even notice when she hold her breath.

"you are my shadow." you reach up for her face, cupping her chin with your thumb and index finger, forcing her to look back at you. "you don't exist unless i tell you to. do you understand me?" you stated with a piercing gaze.

you thought it was impossible for her eyes to get any bigger but when you step out of your scary platform, you notice her terrified expression. "okey dokey..." she nods frantically.

you gotta admit it. she didn't seem as goofy as before while paying attention to you so devotedly like that. even when still wearing that ridiculous jumper.

eventually, you realize that your eyes were betraying you by staring at her for a little too long. you clean your throat, trying to cover that up. "good. let's go now. we can't stay here forever." you step back and start to walk away, not even waiting for her to join you.

you hear her hasty footsteps getting closer as she tries to catch up to you until she finally shares your pace. "i'm lucy, by the way. lucy maclean." she held her head high, corners of her mouth going up again. god, she smiled a lot.

"good for you. i'm still gonna call you princess, though."

"not to brag, cause that would be impolite of me, but i found a really cool place when i was looking for a river this morning." lucy's smiling from ear to ear and excitedly rocking from side to side is the first thing you see when you open your eyes after a tough night of sleep.

a week had passed since you met lucy. no matter how tough you considered yourself to be, lucy was persistent, charming, sweet and funny enough to make her way to your heart and you knew that you were doomed. deep down, you were suspicious that she knew that as well.

"why are you always so happy?" you groan, rubbing your eyes. unlike lucy, you were not a morning person. or a night person. or any time of the day person.

"good morning to you too, sunshine!"

you are forced to get up, not being actually opposed to it, and take a short sip from your last water bottle. maybe taking a look at lucy's oh so great place would be useful.

"okay then. let's do it, princess." you use your hands to brush the remains of sand and dust out of your pants but lucy's cute giggle prevents you from heading out of the shelter you had found.

lucy approaches you with her usual polite and sweet grin and you unconsciously flinch as she stops just a few inches from you and touch you. predictable, she was gentle while brushing the top of your hair with her fingers, fixing the bundle of messy strands that merged together while you were sleeping and added a funny volume to your head. you follow every move of her with darting eyes and an uncontrollable urge to admire her green eyes focused on your hair and reddish parted lips.

"there you go. pretty as always." lucy coos and before withdrawing herself, her fingers slid down by a few inches and casually tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. for the first time in ages, you froze.

thankfully, lucy didn't seem to notice how affected you were by her innocent act. "thanks." you whispered in a ridiculously soft grin and followed her out of the shelter.

"why do you have a gun if you don't like using it? that's stupid." you tease lucy while you two walked side by side, following the train track to the place she had mentioned.

"i do use it. just when i have no other option. you know, because of the golden rule." she shrugs, proudly, proceeding to explain it to you.

you really tried to not care or call it dumb, but instead, you snorted in amusement. "you are way too naive, you know that?"

a dilapidated house.

lucy's incredible and cool place was nothing but a whole junk. everything was falling apart and, judging by how empty it was, many others were there before you.

"it looked cool from the outside..." she explains herself while scratching the back of her neck.

you were strong. firm. scary and ruthless even. you would shove a knife on anybody's throat if they wasted your time like that, especially after a terrible night of sleep. but, again, it wasn't anybody. it was her.

so, funny or not, you laughed.

"god, you are such a terrible explorer." you take a quick peek at her with the corner of your eyes, wearing an idiotic and foolish smirk on your lips.

"i am not!" her jaw drops and her voice sounds whinier as she defends herself but giggle along with you, not feeling scared to be vulnerable and fully stare at you.

you didn't have to answer to that. all you did was look back and forth at her and the house, proving your point.

"okay, you got me there." she looks down, dramatically pouting and pretending to feel so insulted. "but at least i made you smile. looks good on you." lucy's lips twitch in a shy grin.

"maybe i should smile more, then. if you like it." you boldly murmur, surprised at yourself for saying that. you could swear that lucy's face got almost entirely red but you didn't have enough time to appreciate it or figure if it was real.

"look at those cute lovebirds. love has returned to wasteland, gentlemen." a tall, sturdy middle-aged man mocks you to two other creepy looking guys. one was even missing an eye. in two seconds, you were able to count how many weapons they had and your first thought was the possibility of lucy getting hurt.

you quickly stood in front of her, shielding her from any kind of possible danger.

everthing happened too fast after that. all you remember is denying their offer to take your backpacks with the remains of food and water you had and all of your weapons.

everything went black for a second as your body hit the ground. you slowly manage to get on your knees and look around but lucy isn't there and you are trapped. you feel a sharp pain as you breathe in and a drop of blood hits your pants. you shudder at the moment you cautiously feel your cheek, warm to the touch and stinging like you were poked by a thousand needles. your fingertips carefully drop to your mouth and you hiss as you touch the wide cut on your swollen lower lip.

you notice the crisp click of the gun's trigger being released and you look up, expecting to see the weapon pointed at your head. instead, you see the men with their hands above their heads.

"get away from them!" lucy's voice fills your ears and you turn your head back to find her with a huge weapon in hands pointed at the strangers. she takes a quick glance at you and you see the anger inside her overflow as she notices your wounds.

"i'm gonna count to three and i want your ugly, filthy and miserable roaches out of my face or... or i'll shoot!" judging by her tone, you can easily notice how nervous she is even though she's trying her best to actually stand up for you.

and the thought of being protected by someone made your heart flutter. you weren't bothered by the aching pain in your lip when you found yourself proudly smiling at her.

the big guy seemed to notice the tension in her voice and took a step closer to you. you could only imagine how badly he had regretted that as soon as a loud bang echoed through the entire house and his foot was hanging by a thread, quite too literally.

"oh, golly..." lucy mutters with widen eyes. you follow her shock with a gasp that was completely muffled by the loud and agonized screech.

"don't make me repeat myself! all of you out, now!" she yells, threatening them by aiming the gun at them once more. "if that's okay with you, please." the scary expression in her face swiftly changed to a well-mannered and soft grin.

the injured men is rushedly dragged out by the other two, not looking back and you can not believe that someone as adorable looking as lucy was the one to broke her dear rule and hurt people.

"thank you! t-take care." she waves at them innocently, still with the gun in hands before running to you.

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[ID: four screencaps of tags reading as follows (with typos fixed):

Image One: “#definitely didnt just learn about rosaries the other day for a brian post and then not use the learned info in the post (that did happen)

#there are lots of ways to make rosary beads, and like. people probably msde their own for a long time (thats a conjecture i’m making based-

#on 'people used to make their own everything') and the beads could be made out of lots of different stuff.

#however im not sure the fort would have stones. not sure how accessible flowering plants are to begin with let alone to be able to use-

#either the seeds as beads (need those to make more plants) or the flowers to make clay to make beads (that becomes the fruit so food. plus-

#you need the seeds from the fruit to get more) but they have sand and fire right. so maybe glass beads, and they have metal and bullets-”

Image Two: “#so they can probably make metal beads. i imagine no wood for the same reason as other plant materials. does that mean their buildings are-

#made of metal? or are they just incredibly old from before things got so bad? and if plant materials are indeed so few and far between do-

#they not have rope? was brian hung with wire or sinew or intestine?

#wire would really suck for a meat person but brian isnt (mostly) so i guess it doesnt really matter. hanging space robot jesus with catgut-

#is really something though. like plant fiber to hang a meat person and meat fiber to hang a metal person

#anyway back to the rosary. do they have plastic? presumably there is some somewhere. in hydroponics or whatever. but would galahad or other-

#religious people have had access? (and would melting it not have killed them?)”

Image Three: “#OH OH OH i think galahad should have used a piece of brians hair for the string. because why the fuck not

#do you even need the medallion part when the string material comes from the guy youre worshipping???

#also while i think offering his body for the beads is less far less likely. maybe 'spinning falsehoods into gold' was referencing using his-

#metal melted down to make new things. rather than stretching it into string as i previously thought (still prefer the string though i think)”

Image Four: “#local priest and preacher man down bad for the man of brass who was bore of heaven and strung up like a man wrought in sin

#patron saint of morality and poetry, his beauty everlasting through tarnish.

#<- [arrow] those are ops tags. i like the tarnish thing a lot

#the mechanisms #hnoc #galahad #drumbot brian #blogbot q

#sorry i went insane in your notes. its what i tend to do”

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When I referenced Galahad using Brian’s hair I was imagining him to have copper wire hair. If he had real hair it couldn’t grow because then he would have living follicles which I think goes against his mechanism being everything but his heart. Maybe they could be from someone else but TS’s mechanism is everything but the voice box, which is from someone else, so it just really depends on how you want to set those rules. I think I see copper wire hair Brian most, so that’s what I was thinking (also, copper patinas green, so he would end up with green hair and it going from red-brown to green is fun and also I personally really like green and copper patina color). So how many hairs Galahad would need would depend on how long Brian’s hair is, and his hair is curly (or at least, I’m assuming it is, since Ben Below’s hair is curly), so it’s longer than it looks at first, and it’s wire so it’s durable! I was honestly just imagining Galahad… plucking a hair from Brian’s head while he was, like, powered down or something. In sleep mode. But I think if Galahad asked Brian would probably give him one, he’s seemingly in MjE mode during HNOC, so he can’t be thinking “this will help make sure he listens to me in the future” but I don’t think there is any moral issue with him giving Galahad a piece of his hair. And from Galahad’s end I think it would reaffirm that belief. Stealing it probably would be disrespectful, but he needs the rosary to pray for his mortal soul anyway! (/j) The only moral issue I could see is making Galahad believe in him when he’s nothing special, except that he is, he has prophecies if nothing else, and he’s not really making him believe, he’s just giving him a piece of hair for string for a cool necklace thing, right? Maybe three strands to braid or twist together for strength depending on the thickness of each strand.

I have also seen someone make rosary beads from roses! I would love to make rose beads sometime. In my research it seemed like that was a relatively recent development (like 19th century IIRC), but I’m not sure how much that matters to them, you know? It’s not near here in time or space. I… think I completely forgot about Brian’s rose Thing when I was writing this (and researching rosaries to begin with). But if he could have a few different bead types that works out anyway, since there needs to be a tactile difference between certain beads. I don’t know if Galahad Rosaries would follow the same pattern as ones here, but having at least two different materials wouldn’t hurt!

I seem to have also forgotten about the existence of chains when writing the original tags. It was late and dark, hence the typos. Chains would work to and probably would make sense with the aesthetic we get from the Pendragons (or at least, what I can glean from “motorcycle”). Although I am really into Brian being hung with sinew or catgut for the reason stated above.

Galahad could take a tire or something right? Cut that up, don’t melt it because dangerous and difficult, and just, string it on. That’s the fast and dirty way to make a rosary I guess 😂 [laugh-cry emoji].

please consider: Galahad always carrying around rosary beads/prayer beads that carry the image of Merlin, The Hanged Man in the style of a saint or of a crucifix. Also he handmade the entire thing of beads btw.

[gtgbabie0]

Candlelit kisses

{When your apartment complex loses power you and Spencer have a sleepover leading you to both share your first kiss}

It’s a long one. Hope you enjoy lovelies!! 💕

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The last thing you were expecting today was a power cut this late into the night, and perhaps that’s why you let out a little yelp with a jump when Spencer knocks at your door causing you to almost drop the small tealight that you were lighting.

“Hey, is your power out too?” You ask, and he nods with a slightly frustrated sigh, his eyebrows knit together as he tries not to drop the papers and books he’s holding against his chest.

You and Spencer have been neighbours for a while now and somewhere along the line, you two got closer. He would come over almost every Friday, sometimes he even stayed over, well more like he would accidentally fall asleep and you never had the heart to wake him up.

“I can’t work like this” he complains walking into your apartment as he drops his work onto your kitchen table. You can practically feel the stress radiating from him as he rolls his shoulders, it was strange seeing him so tensed up.

You walk over to him with a flashlight, “Well hello to you too Spencer, oh yeah no, my day has been good” you sarcastically ramble, and he lets out a dry chuckle looking over at you as you sit down next to him.

“Sorry, I just— it’s a big inconvenience” he sighs once again as he rakes his fingers through his hair. Your hand rests on his shoulder as you give him a gentle look, soothing his arm.

You flick the flashlight on illuminating the table, “Yeah you’re telling me— but hey, I could be your very own personal lamp” you say trying to lighten up the mood, but your attempts are fruitless, and you frown when he shakes his head with a heavy sigh.

In all honesty, Spencer doesn’t want to do any work tonight. He wants to play silly board games with you, only to catch you cheating horribly and watch as you try and defend yourself through a fit of giggles. He wants, more than anything, to just hold you and go to sleep.

“Sorry, I just barged in here complaining- I’ll- I'll leave” he panics slightly. Your relationship is still new, everything felt so thrilling and Spencer is terrified of messing up somehow because he's so insanely in love with you. He doesn’t want to lose this feeling or you, ever.

“Spencer what?— don’t be silly, I don’t mind you staying here you know that” You try to stop him from gathering up his stuff but he’s stubborn as he makes his way towards your door, completely ignoring you.

He stops when you tug on his elbow, “Don’t leave, please” you mumble deciding to swallow your pride, “It’s really dark in here and I don’t want to be alone” you whisper, feeling a little childish but it was true nonetheless.

Your apartment was completely engulfed in darkness, the only thing lighting it was the small tealights that you scattered around, and the cool light of the moon, that splayed across the room. But yet even that made it seem scarier, something out of a horror movie.

Spencer thinks he might melt by how sweet you sound, you wanted him to stay and the thought of you needing him makes him feel all floaty inside.

“Okay, yeah I’ll stay,” he says, smiling softly as he watches your face light up with excitement. He wasn’t too much of a fan of the dark either, the mystery of what might linger within the shadows always seemed much too daunting. Something he couldn’t shake even as he got older.

You clasp your hands together with a smile, “Oh!- I have something actually” his eyebrows furrow with slight confusion as he watches you disappear into your bedroom, but not before your turn around, “I’ll be one second” you inform him, he responds with a quiet, ‘okay?’ Still confused by what’s going on in that wonderful mind of yours.

He sets his work back down on your kitchen table, deciding that it’ll just have to wait until tomorrow. You soon return with a globe-shaped night light in hand, “Spencer Reid, be prepared to be amazed” you smile, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little excited watching you click the batteries into the light.

You set it down on the coffee table before pressing the small button, a hopeful gleam in your eyes, silently praying that it will still work. And it does, the light shines in different colours projecting stars and moons onto the walls and ceiling. Spencer looks around the room, turning around as he does, admiring the way the room is suddenly lit up with warm colours.

“There was a study that found red to be the best colour to fall asleep to as it increases the production of melatonin,” he says, eyes still focused on the stars and moons that litter across the room in an orangey hue. He looks over to you and he goes to ramble off about night lights and their pros and cons but he finds himself completely taken back.

Spencer can practically feel the words leave his mind, and all his thoughts are replaced with you, how pretty you look underneath the warm light. He notices how your soft skin glows and the way your eyes seem to glisten, he doesn’t think there’s anyone in the world who compares to your beauty, in fact, he knows there isn’t. You’re so radiant, and he hopes that the smile your wearing is because of him.

You go bashful once you realise what’s happening, he’s looking at you as if you were a piece of art, sculpted by the gods. And he has those love-filled eyes, the same look he had when he finally asked you out on a date.

“You- you’re beautiful,” he tells you as if it was an undeniable fact, his voice so quiet that you almost miss it. Your smile breaks wider with his gentle words.

You can’t help but giggle, you felt so giddy inside. A feeling you haven’t felt in such a long time and it warms you. “Thank you Spence” you smile.

He feels almost prideful at your reaction, a feeling that settles in his chest blooming through to his heart and it takes his breath away, although you always have that effect on him no matter what you do.

There’s a beat of silence. “So, what about a game of Uno?” You suggest sitting down on the carpet as you reach for the box, patting the floor as an invitation for him to sit, “Loser pays for dinner” You wiggle your eyebrows and he chuckles joining you on the floor.

There is no winning when it comes to Spencer and board games, especially when it’s Uno. In all honesty, you regret going through the rules so intently with him. It’s impossible to win for a multitude of reasons. One because he’s so incredibly smart, and two because he’s a profiler, he can tell when you’re bluffing from a mile away.

So you’ve resorted to hiding cards underneath your thigh, and it worked for a solid minute, then he gives you a look as if to say ‘I know what you’re doing’ and the chuckle that unceremoniously leaves you doesn’t exactly help defend you.

“You’re totally cheating!” He claims, noticing how you’re three cards less than before. You gasp, a hand against your chest as you look at him with shock.

“Cheating? I wouldn’t” you exaggerate your offence, leaning forward to try and take a peak at his remaining cards, but he’s fast to hold them against his chest.

You take the cards from his hands, dodging his hands as he tries to grab them from you. “I would’ve won anyway, and you know it, that’s why hid those cards under your thigh- you know you probably would’ve won if you played your cards correctly, but you’re-” he blabs on, not even noticing how close you are to him. It’s not until your lips are against his that he completely falls silent, taken back by the sudden closeness.

You shock yourself a little too, it was almost as if you had no control it just happened. You push away from him, consumed by a sudden surge of panic.

“I’m so sorry Spencer- I” he grabs your hands before you lose yourself to your own worry, and beneath the dim lights you can see the slightest red dust against his cheeks.

“No!- it’s okay, I- I erm, I liked it actually” he tells you with an almost hopeful smile that you’ll do it again.

You smile back at him and this time you decide to simply ask, “Can I kiss you again? Properly this time” You study his face for any signs of discomfort, and there is none. He nods whispering a bashful, ‘Of course, you can'

And without missing a beat his hands rest on either side of your face and he meets you halfway, his supple lips against yours, a movement that seems to come so naturally to the pair of you. It’s sweet and gentle, and there’s the slightest taste of peppermint and something else, him.

Spencer thinks his heart might just jump out of his chest it’s beating so hard and he swears you hear it too or worse his thoughts. He can’t believe that this is happening, with you.

You tilt your head to urge him closer, your tongue against his and he loses himself. His hold changes as if he’s scared to let you go, that you might not be real, that all of this is just pretend. He kisses you with urgency as if you might just disappear.

You pull back to rest your forehead against his, “Spencer, I’m not going anywhere- you can slow down” you tell him, your tone so gentle as you take his hands guiding them away from your face to rest on your lap.

He nods against you, “I'm sorry- it just, feels too good to be true I guess” he admits, noticing the way you squeeze his hand, your thumb grazing against the curves of his knuckles.

“You don’t have to apologise- just know I’m not going anywhere, I’m staying right here with you” you whisper, brushing his hair behind his ear as you press a kiss to the tip of his nose, then another to his cheek then to the corner of his mouth and so on.

You pepper kisses against his face until he’s laughing, trying to push you away and the sound makes your heart clench with love, it’s something you’ll never grow tired of hearing.

“You're still paying for dinner by the way,” he says lips grazing against yours. And just when you’re about to kiss him, in an attempt to persuade him otherwise, the lights turn on and it’s then you can really see him, in much better lighting. Rosy cheeks and glossy love-sick eyes, and you think you fall for him ten times harder.

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[teddybeartoji]

thinking a lot of thoughts about bf!gojo :(

he will be the sweetest bf ever.. it's a bit concerning with how attached he is to you, bordering on codependency but he just cant help it he loves you too much :(( everytime youre both together on something like lunch with friends or hanging out the sight of you two is enough to give anyone who spares a glance cavities.. his eyes are so in love and hes always got that dopey smile on his face, his touch is always gentle and caring despite him being a teasing asshole sometimes 😭

and behind closed doors ... dear god this man is INSATIABLE.. always has to have a hand around you and touching you !!!! and his sex drive.. erm.. yeah.. idk i see him as the type to want to do it everyday because he just loves you too much and he doesnt know what to do with himself and all this love he has !!!! theres something sweet about him just always wanting you and wanting to make you feel good eufnhffhehrjfnf

the stark difference between you two being such a sweet couple in public but also .. having seen each other INSIDE OUT quite literally is so hot and cute.. :( that level of intimacy .. :((( BF!GOJO WE NEED YOU !!!!!! ok this has gotten too long im sorry HAVE A GOOD DAY THANK YOU

HIIII MY SWEETHEART I'M SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!! BUT I'M HERE I'M HERE I'M HERE!!!!! I'M HERE AND I'M FEELING TERRIBLY SOFT FOR HIM AND I NEED TO HAVE HIM IN MY ARMS RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!!!!!! i agree with everything you've said nonnie!!!! and i am covering you in kisses as thanks!!!! mwah mwah mwah!!!! wait also!!!!!!!!!!!! more exclamation marks!!!!!! please please please don't apologize for rambling!!!!!!!!!! i will always hear you out!!!!! i want more actually!!!!!!!!!!!! please!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok everybody get comfortable bc i have some of bf!gojo headcanons for you!!!!

his pupils are literal hearts whenever he's with and whenever he's Thinking about you!!!! (i'm saying that his pupils are always like that)(he is simply unable to get you off his head)(he's not even trying)(he's so fucking in love with you).

he's constantly resting his head on your head or on your shoulder. this just came to me. he wraps his hands around your middle and he always gives you a squeeze!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and a kiss on your neck. and he probably (read: definitely) smells you. and then hums into your skin. omfg i need to hug him so badly. i am losing my mind here nonnie...

okay and i just talked abt him taking naps with you too, right? and i just can't stop thinking about him always taking pics of you whenever you fall asleep on top of him:(((((((((((((( drooling or not, he's taking the pic!!!!!! AND i truly believe that he has begged (literally begged down on his hands and knees) shoko and suguru, so that they'll take pics of the two of you together aswell!!! satoru has a folder with like a THOUSAND pics of you both just napping together:((( he goes through it whenever he's really missing you:(((((((

ok and he loves taking showers and baths with you. loves, loves, loves. he just wants to sit under or in the water with you, just feeling your skin against him. feeling your heartbeat against him. he likes the intimacy of it all. it's so tender and so soft and so loving and he just wants to do everything with you. he's gonna take a fucking piss with you if you'd only let him.

he loves your smile sm. this is such a basic little concept but he does. nothing else in this sick world brings him as much joy as your smile and laughter. and oh my fucking god his heart feels like it's going to explode whenever he makes you laugh (which is all the time let's be honest he's very fucking funny and he is not afraid of making himself look like a fool just for you<3). he loves it when you laugh at cat videos, he loves it when you laugh at whatever the fuck is playing on the tv and he loves it when you laugh at a joke one of his friends make!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he goes a little insane whenever he sees you having fun with his friends:((((((((((((((((((((( it just means the world to him:(((( and you and the younger ones too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omfg when he sees you coddling gumi and yuuji and nobara:((((((((((((((((( stop, he literally feels like he's going to cry every time i am also crying i can't do this anymore

btw he always swings your hands whenever his fingers are interwiened with yours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ahhhh!!!!!!! and he has that big dopey smile on his lips again and his dimples are showing and he's laughing so loudly that everybody is turning to look at you both on the street but you couldn't care any less!!!!!!! how could you when your boyfriend is making your heart grow twice the size it was before and you just feel so giddy and so full of love and you want to kiss him stupid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he loves spending his morning with you. i actually think of him as more of a morning person actually idk how popular that concept is but yeah. don't get me wrong - he refuses to let you up from the bed for at least an hour after you wake up but he does have a lot of energy. he wants to kiss and he wants to hug and he wants to tickle and he wants you to play with his hair and he wants and he wants and he wants and you will give and give and give!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's a little lovesick puppy and he needs your attention like he needs air!!!!!

and then he wants you to brush his teeth for him. yes. you read that right. he sits you down onto the bathroom counter and bares his teeth at you like the puppy that he is and HE'S SO FUCKING CUTEEEEEE FUCKKKK CUTENESS AGGRESSION IS SO REAL I NEED TO JUST SQUEEZE HIM A LITTLE AAAAAAAAAAA I NEED TO PINCH HIS CHEEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!! he still looks sleepy and his smile is so fucking big and his hands are resting on your hips, his thumbs are drawing hearts into your skin. and he most definitely kisses you before he actually rinses his mouth.............. and then laughs when the toothpaste gets all over you. it's a mess and he's laughing and you're in love.

he loves it when you baby him. he does ask for it as a joke but when you genuinely do it he gets a little flustered. the tips of his ears always turn into a shade of dark pink and he's looking at you like puss in boots. you know what i'm talking abt. big eyes, fluttering eyelashes - he loves you so fucking much. he loves it when you tuck him in bed, he loves it when you kiss his nose, he loves it when you pinch his cheeks i am biased i just said i want to do that don't look at me, he loves it when you tickle him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAIT STOP HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU TICKLE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! HE WANTS YOU TO STRADDLE HIM AND TICKLE THE LIVING FUCK OUT OF HIM HE WANTS TO LAUGH WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i died

he also loves it when you cling to him. in any way. hands around his neck, around his body, around his arms - it does not matter. he wants you to quite literally climb him like a tree. he loves it when you snuggle into him and when you refuse to let him go. and when you hold his hand and try to stop him from leaving. he's not going to go. it doesn't take a lot for him to give into you. he's folding immediately. he doesn't want to go either. he loves it when you're needy. he loves it when you whine. he loves it when you tease him. he might pop a boner. at everything you do. he just loves you sooooooooooo muchh!!

18+ HE IS INSATIABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE IS THEE LOVERBOY!!!!!! i think he does like to get a taste of you every single day, no matter whether it's actually having sex or it's eating you out or it's just making out or it's entertaining you with his beautiful slender fingers or it's dry humping etcetcetc. he wants to touch you, he wants to feel you - it's a must!!

i already said it but he loves intimacy!!!! like yeah ofc he likes his freaky sex as much as the next guy (he most definitely likes it more than the next guy) but he loooooves when he can just be in the moment with you!! he's always savouring you - holding your hand when his burying his dick deep inside you, he's snaking his arm around your body as he grinds into you from behind. he's licking and nipping at your skin because he just can't get enough of you. he's sucking on your tongue, he's pressing your hips down against his, he's kissing every fucking inch of your body. i truly think he wants to eat you and he wants to devour you and he wants to merge the two of you together forever<33

okay i have officially melted away... i am a puddle of love Goo... ily nonnie

[princessbrunette]

deer!reader gets the zoomies and pope's trying to calm her down? ♡

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“oh my god, please get into bed.” pope chuckles, watching you from where he lays, a hand resting behind his head. you were wired up, pacing the room at the foot of his bed in your pyjamas. he’d taken you on one of the infamous pogue missions today, getting into all kinds of drama. pope had been stressed, hating that you could get into any kind of trouble. he did the best he could to keep you safe, as did the other pogues — in mutual understanding that you were a sweetheart who was not to be corrupted.

you’d been quiet throughout everything, all wide eyed and curious even through the dangerous parts. pope couldn’t gage you, half expecting you to burst into tears from all the commotion of the day as soon as he got you back through the door — but to his total surprise you were off like a rocket, rambling excitedly and grinning ear to ear.

“it was like— it was like this one scene from my book! i’ve never felt adrenaline like that before pope it was just— wow! and — and the way jj punched that guy in the face! he’s insane! and the way kie told that guy to shutup, like woah!” you squeal, twirling about excitedly as your boyfriend shakes his head calmly, used to the pogues shenanigans.

“yep, they’re all crazy. what’s gonna get you over here, huh?” he smiles lazily and you pause breathlessly in your tracks.

“not sure. i just feel so excited right now, popey.” you smile honestly and he sits up at the edge of the bed, patting the space next to him. reluctantly, you skip over— sitting right up by his side, looking at him expectedly with those wide curious eyes.

“look, i’m gonna be honest— i was stressed today. the most important thing to me, is keeping you safe, aaaand — that? that was far from safe. i’m glad you had fun, but i can’t in good conscience let you tag along to anymore pogue missions. okay?” his forehead crinkles as he knits his brows, watching your face fall a little, pensive.

unsurprisingly, you do as your told with little resistance. “mm, okay. but can you tell me more about your adventures? i wanna know.”

“mhm.” he loops a strong arm round the back of your neck to draw you in for quick kiss, a silent testament to how adorable he thought you were in the moment. “but tomorrow. not while i’m trying to get you to calm down.” he smiles, to let you know he’s not scolding you.

“fair.” you smile and he tilts his head, staring at you whilst he thinks.

“at the risk of sounding gross and vulgar, i do know one thing that usually gets you to calm down pretty quickly.”

your back straightens a little, perking up the same way a deer would after hearing a leaf crunch in the distance. “what’s that?” you question energetically, and instead of answering you — pope brings you in for another slow kiss, gently laying you back on the bed.

“well, it involves me being knuckles deep inside you. can’t give you any more clues though, i’m afraid.”

just like that, your brains mush. if pope had his methods to calm you down, who were you to intervene with such brilliance?

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[katasstrophy]

Bruh Nagi being buff as hell after Manshine's training 🥰🥰🥰

sammy you deadass bout to make me objectify this man on main SO BAD this has been running something of a small marathon in my head so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 pls accept my humble word vomit

cw. [n]sfw. mdni. pro player! nagi + aged-up characters. bit of body worship(?) you ride his abs. nipple play (m. receiving). subby nagi (but he's actually a switch >:) + some fluff bc he's so baby :(

note. a bit rambly oop soz it’s bc i went insane. i describe how he looks like to ME (re: hot as fuck) but i guess y'all can read it too hehe<3

1.4k words -> how could you ever hope to keep your hands to yourself when nagi's body looks like that.

i feel like unless you have prior knowledge of the fact that nagi is a pro athlete, from a cursory glance, your first thought upon seeing him wouldn’t be “hmm i bet that dude is built like a brick house.” it doesn’t help that nagi’s basically the unofficial king of athleisure — his closet’s chockfull of loose-fitting hoodies and sweats. he barely owns anything else besides those monochrome hooded tracksuits (and sportswear for practice, i guess he’d need some of that too lol) because he claims it’s the only outfit that gives him unlimited access to just lounge about basically anywhere he pleases. it’s what he genuinely finds to be the most comfortable style for him as well. but if you’re fortunate enough to get a peak underneath the layers of baggy clothes? dear god nagi’s built like a fever dream. amen you’ll eat so good then he’s a whole ass feast. 

i’m gonna brazenly speak my truth here so don’t come for me >:( but! from what you’d consider to be “a typical footballer’s physique”, purely from that perspective, nagi’s legs are… not that impressive. his stagnant motivation has much improved ever since he committed to making a career out of soccer, but that doesn’t mean his slacker tendencies haven’t followed suit. don’t get me wrong, he still puts his all into every game so his legs are still very much capable of making your mouth water, but you won’t catch him sprinting up and down the field at full speed if he can help it. packed with lean muscle, his thighs are thick, calves well-defined with a few bold veins thinly zigzagging down the taut skin like a lightning strike on the occasion you happen to catch him after a particularly gruelling conditioning session. but compared to some of his teammates whose legs seem to be carved from iron, he’s a bit.. overshadowed.

it’s a fairly similar story with his arms. (i promise i’m not just talking shit lol i could NEVER my poor meow meow it’s gonna get so hot in a second i swear just bear with me!!!) again, it’s most definitely a drool-worthy sight. the stretch of his arms is long and sinewy, rolling with a set of generous biceps that flutter under the gentle scrap of your fingerpads and nails when he (totally intentionally) flexes the swell of muscle there. in his profession, he mostly uses his arms for balance and to create distance between himself and his opponents. buried in his private nook back home, he has a tendency to hold his phone above his head while playing mobile games — that blissfully only rarely come crashing down on his face — but his unrivalled favourite will, of course, always be enveloping you in his arms <3 

nagi’s not the most expressive person, but his subtle social cues become much easier to pick up on whenever he’s sleepy, which let’s be honest is almost always. he’s in dire need of a snuggle in those moments and not only loves, but craves being close to you physically, his face a canvas of huffy evidence of what a Big Deal this is to him if you learn to read the hidden hints (it’s a pursed, pouty frown nine times out of ten he ain’t slick lmfao). he kind of regards your presence as his “recharging station” what a cringe fail soggy loser man i adore him with my whole heart 🥹 his lanky limbs will snake around you with the security of a vine until you’re all cosy and wrapped up in each other, his hold bearing enough strength to not budge against any playful escape tactics you might attempt — at least not until he decides he’s had his fair share of quality snuggle time with you. 

nagi’s a practical man, however — the world doesn’t call him a lazy genius for nothing. for these, albeit lovely, purposes, he determined there’s absolutely no need to overexert himself by lifting weights to buff up his arms. he can get by just fine! there are definitely more jacked arms out there i’m sorry :(

but here’s the kicker. nagi’s tall. you could even say he’s huge — he’d tower over most people if he actually straightened his posture for once. so his muscle mass kind of stretches out a bit… unevenly throughout his body. he does have muscle mass though, plenty of it, actually, and he needs only to do one tiny little thing to remind you of it: lift his shirt up. 

it’s a subconscious, everyday thing for nagi to toy with the hem of his cotton tees. his fingers often grow restless if they’re just lying about, so playing with the material of his clothes is not only stupidly ready at hand but also helps to soothe the itch brimming along his fingers to do something with them. in the process, you’re rewarded with glimpses of his stomach often when he involuntarily ends up exposing the skin clinging to those hard planes. but what’s objectively worse for your sanity is when nagi comes trudging into the kitchen to ease his thirst. he never bothers with a glass from the cupboard, just swoops down to drink from the open tap, his adam’s apple bopping rhythmically as he swallows. there’s water coating his lips when he rises, a few droplets still running down his chin that he tugs on the ends of his t-shirt to lazily wipe away. it’s an innocent endeavour to him, but a sinful display for you, as it essentially shows off his entire, deliciously shaped midriff. nagi might slack off in other areas, but his core strength is insane. his torso is like a gift from the heavens, chiselled after the image of their gods and heroes. don’t even get me started on his abs.

because i cannot stress enough how perfect nagi’s abs are for grinding your sweet, drooling little cunny on :( the ridges of muscle packed together at his abdomen are firm, but twitch almost uncontrollably when you slowly drag your cunt up and down the sculpted slabs of his stomach that bump against your poor, swollen clit in a way that makes you delirious. your thighs bracket his waist as you move, his waist that is so trim and almost tiny compared to the broad stretch of his shoulders. you can feel the coarse, light hair of his happy trail graze against your bare ass, leading to his heavy, stirring cock still confined in his sweats for now as you continue to leisurely rut your pussy down his abs, leaving a slick mess behind. the hard cut of his v-line is so prominent a thin contour of shadow clings to the underside of it.

nagi wishes desperately that he could help you, that he could sink his fingers into the plush of your skin and push you down along his abdomen to accelerate your high, dictate a more intense pace for you by his hands and make you take it, but he’s too busy being a moaning, blubbering mess underneath you to take initiative. his large palm lies dormant at your waist, the other tangled in his snowy, sweaty bangs so he doesn’t miss even a blink of the intoxicating vision you present above him. he’s drunk on every salacious sound that comes tumbling from your lips, every wanton contortion of your gorgeous face as the lewd squelching of your pussy fills his ears. his defined chest is flushed red from arousal, shuddering with shaky exhales as he all but devours the sight of you — he thinks you using him for your own pleasure is so fucking hot. 

if you want to turn him into an utter wreck, whining like a bitch in heat, please please play with his nipples :( paw at his pecs all needy first, ‘n don’t be afraid to grip the flesh with the blunt of your nails. he’ll mewl about it, but you only need to shush and praise him, tell him how good he looks like this for you and he’ll behave. pinch at the pretty pink of his pebbled nipples, gently circle his areola with your tongue, sucking on the bud and nagi will lose his mind, might even cum untouched :( but that’s okay because he’s so turned on his refractory period is barely an issue, he’ll sink into your tight, sloppy walls in one go and fuck you absolutely senseless on his cock. it’s all you can do to scramble for purchase with your trembling fingers, marking up the milky expanse of his broad back and mouthing at his collarbones to stifle your near pornographic keens and cries as he mercilessly splits you open.

in conclusion nagi seishiro is built like a wet dream and i want him carnally </3

[mythunderstorm]

Angie gets a mom | MS47

mick schumacher x fem!reader

word count: 980

summary: Mick loves you. Angie loves you. Time to make you her mom officially.

warnings: none?? maybe one swear word lol

masterlist

It is summer break for Formula 1 and after months you guys are finally visiting your parents in your hometown again.

The weather is currently not really summer-ish, it’s cloudy, not too hot and sometimes it rains a bit but you don’t mind. It reminded you of autumn, a season which you dearly loved so the combination of your favorite season and being able to spend lots of time with Mick was absolutely amazing.

You’re awoken by the sound of wind blowing, taking a look at the clock you realize it’s still early. Too early to get up, you decide, so you move closer to your boyfriend hugging him tight. Spending time with Mick is probably your favorite activity, no matter what you guys are doing. Soon, the second half of the season begins so you have to cherish every moment with your lovely boyfriend.

You’re almost back in the land of dreams, when suddenly you can feel soft tapping against your leg. Turning your head you spot Angie, trying to get your attention.

„Oh Angie, you wanna come cuddle?“ you say while making room for her to squeeze between you and Mick. „Good Girl, come here.“ You adored cuddling with Angie, she was just so soft and sweet.

„I think at this point she might love you more than she loves me.“ Mick suddenly says, after letting out a yawn.

„Oh sorry baby, did we wake you?“ you say, ignoring what Mick just said.

„No, it’s okay. I love waking up next to may favorite girls.“ he says, kissing you on the forehead. You only smile, enjoying this calm morning with your loved ones.

About half an hour later Angie gets a bit restless, a sign that it’s time for her morning walk. After brushing your teeth and changing your clothes into something that’s appropriate for the weather, you and Mick start walking to the small forest near your childhood home. Your parents were still sound asleep when you guys left, so you wrote them a note, telling where you and Mick went incase they wake up.

„I love this. I wish we could go on walks like this every morning.“ Mick suddenly says, making you lean more into his side.

„I‘d love that too baby, but you love your job aswell. And now walks like this are something special, so enjoy it and look forward to our next visit here“ you smile, kissing his cheek. Mick signs, he knows you’re right. He loves racing and he loves working for Mercedes but most importantly he loves you. So he only gives you a quick kiss on the lips, enjoying this moment like you said.

Angie enjoys it too, she’s running around, taking in all the different smells but is still staying close to you two. Her excitement makes you giggle.

„Anything funny sweetheart?“ Mick absolutely loves your laugh. It’s the sweetest sound he has ever heard.

„I‘m just happy that Angie is enjoying herself so much.“ you say in a gentle voice. „Sometimes i feel like she’s our firstborn, just my little baby which I want to be happy and pleased at all times.“

Mick can only stare at you. He loves you so much, it’s insane. Hearing you say that makes him even crazier about actually starting a family with you. And now is the perfect timing to do the first step.

He already asked your father. It was really important for Mick to have your dad’s blessing and after he said that it would make him the happiest dad ever to have Mick as his son in law, the young Schumacher thought everyday about the perfect moment to pop the question.

And now, seeing you so happy, enjoying this calm morning walk with Angie while holding his hand, rambling about nature and how much you love being here with him, he knew. He knew this was the moment.

You, being blissfully unaware about what’s going on in your boyfriends head, continued walking and rambling about everything that came to your mind until you realized that Mick stopped. Turning around you looked at him with a questioning look, tilting your head. „Everything okay, Micky?“

Mick just looked at you, his eyes being so full of love and adoration that you started to blush under this intense gaze. He took one step towards you, until he slowly started to get down on one knee.

„Oh my god…“ you mumble, tears starting to form in your eyes.

Mick smiles. „Darling, you’re my home“, he starts. „I love you more than life itself and I can’t believe that I managed to get a girl like you. You are absolutely perfect, perfect for me. I don’t deserve the love you give me everyday but I am willing to show you for the rest of our lives how much I love and appreciate you. You‘re the perfect mom for Angie and the perfect wife for me. Soo..“ Mick clears his throat briefly, the tears that formed in his eyes are now rolling freely over his cheeks. „y/n/n, will you marry me?“ your boyfriend (for now) asks, fishing a dark blue velvet box from his pocket, showing you the most beautiful ring you‘ve ever seen.

You are absolutely baffled. You would have never expected this to happen today, maybe someday, but not today. But you know your answer, you knew you wanted to marry Mick two month into your relationship.

Happily you throw yourself into his arms, kissing him all over his face while mumbling „yes, yes, yes“ between kisses. Mick laughs, hugging you close. „I love you Micky, oh my god I- fuck I‘m speechless!“ you giggle, while more tears are streaming down both your faces.

„Now you’re going to be Angies Mom officially“ Mick quips, making you even happier.

You’re going to marry the love of your life.

[aaron-m-geist-ff]

Hi, I hope your day is going well! 🫶🏻Omg the zodiac ask is such a cute idea!! If it's still open can I do one? 🥹 tiny 5'2 libra, she/her, love Halloween, just waiting for a man to toss me around like a ragdoll and not be afraid I'll break in the process tbh lol

Omg hello!! I also love Halloween ;) it’s my favorite holiday 🕷️🎃 and these asks started out with just a zodiac sign and a pronoun, now everyone has been sending me their hobbies and kinks and I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH LMAO.

You want to be treated like a ragdoll?? Sounds like you already know who you’re getting, Libra 😅 holy shit you’re gonna eat this up, I already know 🔮

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Toji Fushiguro takes you to Spirit Halloween (smut)

You got…🥁🥁🥁

Toji Fushiguro!

“I don’t even think that Spirit Halloween is open yet. It’s September,” Toji said flatly. He was busy eating some dumplings as you rambled on and on about preparing for Halloween.

“Oh, trust me. They’re open. We have to go now, Toji!! Come on!” You weren’t above begging. You knew that Toji was weak for you and would give you whatever you wanted if you begged for it. He seemed like such a rough man, and maybe he was, but he had a soft spot for you.

The two of you did end up taking your little shopping trip to Spirit Halloween. Toji followed you down the aisles aimlessly. He clearly didn’t know where to go so he just allowed you to take the lead. He totally wasn’t doing that just to stare at your cute ass 👀

He did pull a slutty nurse costume off the rack once, smirking as he handed it to you.

“Wanna take this one home?” He asked. You ended up swatting at his arm as you rolled your eyes.

Toji would definitely try a few of the animatronics, but he would just stand there with his hands shoved into his pockets. Completely unfazed by the jumpscares.

“What’s wrong, Toji? Aren’t you scared of those?” You questioned sweetly.

Your boyfriend scoffed.

“I’m scarier.”

…That was probably true. You had no idea what Toji did for work, but he did tell you that it was a dangerous job. That was kinda hot though. Jesus, you’re fucked up for liking that 😅

Eventually, the two of you would wander into the mask aisle. Toji jokingly put on a Michael Myers mask. He did it to be funny. But once he saw the insane blush on your cheeks, he started to catch on. His tiny girlfriend wasn’t just interested in Halloween for innocent reasons. She had a goddamn mask kink.

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You stared up at the Michael Myers mask, panting desperately as Toji’s cock drilled into your tight pussy. Your legs were spread impossibly wide to make room for him.

Toji’s waist was huge compared to your own, his chiseled abs glistening with sweat. He was breathing heavily as he fucked you good. But the panting sounds only reminded you of Myers even more. You could see your boyfriend’s sharp gaze peering down at you through the mask.

“Fuck, you’re such a whore,” Toji growled. “Thought you were innocent. Guess I was wrong.”

He held your waist firmly with his large hands. You wouldn’t be able to push him away if you wanted to stop. The thought of that made your brain turn to mush.

“Y-yes! I’m a whore for you, Toji…P-please don’t stop!” You begged even more. Your voice sounded so shrill and weak. You gasped with every sharp thrust.

Toji moaned lowly from the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his shaft. He was slamming right into your G-spot with every movement. It made you arch your back from the sensations.

“Shit…Can’t even fit all of me inside, huh? Such a pathetic little girl. I could break you, y’know.”

Toji knew how much you liked the size difference. He always brought attention to it whenever you had sex. It was difficult for him to achieve an orgasm with you due to your small pussy. Therefore he could last a lot longer, which you never complained about. You loved feeling him inside. And…That Myers mask was insanely hot.

“Y’er so fuckin’ wet from this mask,” Toji hissed. He grabbed your breast roughly and squeezed it with his powerful hand. You keened, whimpering and yelping as he picked up the pace.

“Ya like gettin’ fucked by a murderer, huh?”

You nodded your head enthusiastically, unable to form words any longer.

Toji smirked behind the mask. Little did you know, you actually got fucked by a murderer every night. ;)

Read more Toji here

[xoxo-honeyy]

comforting jinx hc's

authors note: jinx is the absolute loml and i need to comfort her so bad, she just needs a really good hug and it would solve all her problems :(

wc: 758

warnings: run-on sentecnes, over use of commas, not proofread, mentions of sex under cut, tit-sucking (mentioned once), the voices in jinx's head, silco (proud hater)

ok ok, so we all know that jinx is kinda (very) crazy, buttt that doesn't mean she doesn't deserve some love! and who better to turn to than you, her wonderful, amazing, doting girlfriend.

starting off strong, jinx looooves it when you play with her hair, there's something so soothing and domestic about it that immediately relaxes her. especially when you unravel her braids and massage her scalp, she would be putty in your hands.

going off of that she would absolutely love cuddling and/or cuddlefucking, like cuddling in itself is so intimate and caring but adding fucking to it? she would melt into you on the spot. like just imagine the two of you laying down, chests pressed together and hips moving in sync, quiet moans mixing together and bouncing off the walls, the smell of sex filling up the room, and the feeling of your slick cunts moving together to please each other. yeah, jinx would be in heaven.

after the two of you had your little session, jinx would immediately fall asleep. no matter if you hadn't cleaned her up yet or your bodies were stuck together, poor baby would be out like a light.

speaking of lights, jinx would totally sleep with a night light. no matter how stupid or childish other people thought it was, the small light in the corner of the room made the monsters and voices go away. and it wouldn’t bother you at all, knowing how bad her nightmares could be, the light was another source of comfort for her to turn to, especially if you weren't there.

but let's just say that jinx came back from a really bad mission, nothing went her way, sevika is giving her shit, and her head feels like it's about to explode. the first thing she does when she gets back is go to your shared room and seek you out. she would immediately fly into your arms and shove her head into the warm crook of your neck. breathing in your comforting scent. you would cradle the back of her head to ground her and be ready to listen when she's ready to ramble.

on nights she wasn't feeling well or just needed to be held, jinx would absolutely be the little spoon. feeling safe with her back pressed against your chest and your arms wrapped around her waist. your loving embrace made her feel safe, nothing bad could get to her as long as she was safe in your arms.

one tiny thing that bothered me about the show is how jinx's nails were chipped, (i know this was symbolism but it pained hurt my soul every time her nails were on screen, still love her tho) so one activity the two of you like to do together is nail painting! she would especially love it if you massaged or played with her hands, one of my headcanons is that she picks at the skin around her nails/fingers so rubbing a soothing lotion on her hands would be ideal for her, it would be even better if it was a lotion that you used often.

jinx is a boob girl !! i will die on this hill (did you see that top she was wearing, she was def projecting) one of her favorite activities would be to bury her head into your plush chest, no matter how big or small jinx would be an absolute feen for your tits. always finding an excuse to mark them up or even suck on your nipples (oral fixation much?)

but, there were some nights that she was absolutely broken. her visions were getting to her and nothing was going right. on these nights jinx needed you to pull her back from the edge of insanity:

"are you, real?" jinx's voice cracked as she asked the question.

tears formed in your eyes, she looked so heartbroken and sad. her eyes were boring into yours, almost as if she looked away, you would disappear into thin air.

you gently cupped her face with your hands and ran your thumb under her eyes to get rid of any remaining tears.

"yes, i'm real." you affirmed. "and i'm not going anywhere."

she sighed a breath of relief and wound her arms tightly around your midsection while burying her face in the junction of your neck. you gingerly laid her on the bed and rocked her side to side in a comforting manner. jinx started to relax as the rocking motions lulled her to sleep.

[minnielvrr]

Living Canvas

Lee: Minho Ler: Hyunjin, Chan Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: it's almost insane how much I love seeing Lino getting all the tickles his sweet heart deserves🥺💖hope you like it✨🤗

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@reginald-stay09

Hyunjin was BORED. You may wonder, of what? Of painting, particularly on his usual canvases. He never thought a day would dawn when he’d feel that way, but here he was.

He lay draped over the carpet in their living room, mindlessly tracing patterns into the soft fibers, only to brush them away in frustration.

He was still there when Minho came over, stopping to stare at the moping puddle that was Hwang Hyunjin.

“Wow, a new rug,” he commented dryly, toeing at Hyunjin with one socked foot before heading over to Chan’s room. Hyunjin let out a long, drawn-out sigh, continuing his sad ministrations on the carpet.

Minho eventually did emerge from the leader’s room and flopped himself onto the couch. They stayed in a comfortable silence until the older’s voice cut through it.

“What’s wrong?” There was a tinge of worry and concern in Minho's voice that made Hyunjin roll over to face the kitten. “I don’t wanna paint anymore…” The older’s brows shot up at the confession.

“What? Like at all? Why not?”

“It’s not interesting anymore. I don’t feel as inspired to paint as I did before. Something about the canvas itself is throwing me off every time I so much as pick up a brush.”

The dam broke and Hyunjin rambled on until a finger was pressed onto his lips, effectively shutting him up.

“Did you try switching things up? Maybe try something other than a canvas to paint on?”

Minho’s suggestion was predictable. After all, that had been the first thing Hyunjin had tried. But maybe—maybe Hyunjin had been looking at this all wrong this whole time.

An unnerving smile crept slowly onto his face, his calculating gaze assessing Minho’s figure as an idea formulated.

“Hmm. You’re right hyung! Perhaps swapping out my usual for a more…interactive canvas would be a good idea.”

Minho did NOT like the emphasis the artist had put on the word ‘interactive’. His eyes narrowed and a chill ran down his spine.

Every instinct in his body screamed at him to run at the look Hyunjin was giving him. But the older remained seated, ever the poster child for a poker face.

But even as his face remained impassive, his body seemed to give him away. His feet drummed anxiously on the floor, his clasped hands writhing where they lay on his lap and sweat beaded his forehead.

“Hyungie, will you pleaseee help me out? Pretty please? I’ll take you out to eat afterwards!” Hyunjin’s voice was sugary sweet, eyes wide and innocent as he tried to convince the older to make a deal with the devil.

By now, Minho had a good idea of what was being expected of him. The kitten gulped, caught in a stare-off, until he folded—he really couldn’t say no to the kids.

“Fine, but you’re getting me ice cream too.” He hesitantly agreed, fully aware of what was coming his way.

“Deal!” Hyunjin’s smile was demonic. “Sit tight hyungie~ I’ll go fetch the supplies!”

Anxiety, nervousness and anticipation swirled like a soup in Minho’s stomach, his feet tapping more and more frequently on the carpet the longer Hyunjin took. Minho’s thoughts raced a million miles an hour as he mentally prepared himself.

After a good 10 minutes of this, the artist sauntered in, wearing a paint-streaked black apron and holding a big wooden box filled to the brim with paints and a collection of different brushes. He gave Minho a warm smile, setting the box down next to him on the floor.

“I’m just going to lay down some newspapers so we don’t ruin the floor,” he explained as he worked, covering the carpets with multiple layers of newspapers and finally with a paint-stained towel.

When Minho crouched to lay on it, a little dazed from the unexpected turn his day had taken, the artist stopped him, gesturing for him to lose the shirt.

“Your pants might get stained though…gimme a second hyungie!” Hyunjin raced to his room, reappearing with a pair of shorts, “Wear this, I don’t want your clothes to get messy.”

Then the ferret disappeared once more, this time into Chan’s room, allowing the older to change. By the time the kitten was done, Chan and Hyunjin emerged together.

"Channie hyung, help me hold him down, will you?” Chan was all too happy to lay Minho on the towel, cradling his head gently in his lap.

The leader clasped Minho’s hands in his own ones, gently rubbing circles into his palm to soothe his nerves.

“Okay! Time for prep!” The artist announced with a flourish, cracking his knuckles. Minho gulped at the action, biting his lower lip nervously. This wasn't in the script!

“W-what do you mean ‘prep’?”

“Hm?” Hyunjin sounded genuinely puzzled by the question. Then a twinkle of mischief appeared in his eyes.

“You’re too ticklish hyung. If I use my brushes on you right now, you’ll squirm around so much it’ll ruin my painting! So Channie hyung and I will get you ready so that you won’t be so sensitive.”

Minho didn’t buy that nonsense. He was all too familiar with this particular technique, being one he often used on the younger members (mostly Innie) whenever the youngest needed to put on makeup on his neck and ears.

Minho always volunteered, dragging their maknae away from their makeup noonas to wreck him, claiming it’ll let them do their job ‘easier’. Surprise surprise, it didn’t.

But now that the tables were turned, the kitten didn’t find it as funny. “That—that won’t be necessary. You can just get started. I’ll stay stiHIHILL!! HYUHUHUNJIHIN!”

The ferret had dragged one of his brushes over Minho’s lower belly, his eyes already flickering over to the next spot—Minho’s hips.

The kitten shook his head, blabbering in a panic,” No! Nohot there, JihiHIHInnie pleheheHEHEASE! Ihihi sAHAid noahAHAHAHA ah!!”

Hyunjin ditched the brush, carefully massaging the spot with his thumbs. The oldest grinned at the way their lee arched and squirmed. This was just the beginning.

“Chahahanihihie hyuhuhung!! Ahahahaha sahahave meee!!” He screeched at his only hyung. Chan just grinned at him, and wanting to get in on the fun, he grabbed a brush.

Holding Minho’s hands with one of his own, he moved them to the side of his face.

Then as the kitten watched with growing dread he lowered the brush to his ear, running the soft bristles over the shell of Minho’s reddened ears.

“Ah nohohoho not my eahahahahars!! Thahat's cheHEHEATING!”

It had the cute lee squeaking and shaking his head desperately…until Hyunjin’s hands cupped his jaw, fingers wiggling at his neck while Chan happily ran the brush all over his ears and the backs of them.

“Mhmhmhehe ahahahAHAHAHAA!! PLEHEASE!”

Minho’s face burned as he tried—and failed—to stifle his giggles, his attempts at self-control crumbling with every ticklish touch. He kicked his legs and tugged at his arms but Chan was stronger and he held firm.

For all his attempts to escape, they didn’t stop. Hyunjin’s hands moved from Minho’s hips to his belly to his sides and ribs, leaving hysterical laughter in its wake. Chan focused on rubbing Minho’s ears and scribbling under the younger’s arms.

“Nahahahaha lehehet me goHOHAHAHAHA! Ihihit tihihihickles!” He squealed out. “Yes baby, that’s what we’re tryna do~ Dohohon’t behehe ihimpatient,” Chan mocked the poor boy’s cries for mercy.

The two continued their playful torment on Minho’s torso, only stopping when Minho’s laughter grew breathy and his struggles started growing weaker.

After a short break and some words of praise, the artist grabbed a palette, squeezing a dozen or so different colors on the flat surface.

“Prep’s over! Now for the real fun~” He snickered meanly.

Hyunjin decided to start off with a smaller paintbrush, dipping it in some water, he hovered the brush over the older’s tummy.

Minho’s breathing was picking up, a smile already tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched a drop of cool water fall from the brush and onto his hot skin.

That ‘prep’ had done nothing. Not that any of them expected it to anyway.

“Hmm so much to cover! Where should I start?” Hyunjin pondered, staring dead into Minho’s eyes and the poor flustered boy averted his gaze, prompting a high-pitched cackle from Chan.

“Aw don’t be shy Linoya~” he cooed, simultaneously moving his eyes to tell Hyunjin to go for his stomach. Boy was Chan mean when he wanted to be.

Then, while Chan gently tickled his underarms, Hyunjin scooted back, leaning forward to plant a kiss on the center of his belly.

Now, ticklish kisses don't usually work on Minho but the way Hyunjin's and Chan's fingers scritch scratched at his waist and armpits made him feel that much more sensitive.

His body seemed suddenly receptive to the soft pressing of Hyunjin's plush lips on his belly and Minho couldn’t help jerked his body away. But there was nowhere to go.

“ohoHO MYHYHY GOHOHOD, IHIHITS SO BAHAHAHAHAD!!” He wailed, his body shimmying around helplessly. If he twisted away from one hand, he'd only be shoving his sensitive spots into the other hand. It was merciless.

“Lino hyung…how on earth are you so precious. Just look at you! I’m touching you so lightly and yet you look like we’ve tortured you for hours! What a mess we can make of you hyungie~”

Minho’s eyes flew open at that, his mouth falling open in shock. Hyunjin had murmured those words but it felt like he’d screamed them in Minho’s ear instead.

“I—you- Hyunjin I swear to god I will literally KILL YOU aft—nO shihiHIHIHIT SOHOHORRY, IHIHIM SOHOHORRY PLEAHEHEASE!!!”

At the threat, Chan’s fingers went crazy on his armpits, Hyunjin’s hands now starting to knead his sides as he kissed all over Minho’s belly before letting up.

The two waited patiently for the kitten’s breathing to calm down, and just when Minho least expected it, Hyunjin struck once more.

Hyunjin grinned and grabbed a paintbrush. Dipping it in water, he surged forward, swirling the wet tips along Minho’s upper arms, just above his armpits.

The poor kitten jolted, arms coming down only for them to be pulled back up by the leader. “Uh uh, you have to be still or Jinnie won’t be able to concentrate~”

But even as he said that, Chan showered a pokes Lino's torso with his free hand, giggling as he watched the kitten squirm. “Nohohoho whyhyhy ihis Chahahnihie hyuhung dohoing thihis tohoohoo?!”

“Yah! Can’t this old man have some fun too?” Chan scolded playfully, praying that Seungmin hadn’t heard him. He’d never hear the end of it otherwise.

“Sohoho youhuhu admihit youhu’re old?” Minho teased through his giggles, immediately regretting it when Chan’s thumbs drilled in between his ribs.

“So cute hyungie. You’re absolutely adorable.” Hyunjin’s reverent words cut through their playful banter.

The tips of Hyunjin's fingers drag along the soft expanse of skin along with the brush on the other side, observing with the kind of attention that he’d usually keep reserved exclusively for their dance practices.

The artist's gaze was trained on the way Minho squirmed, goosebumps raising on his bare skin as his eyes fluttered shut. Minho was so soft, so sensitive when it came to this little weakness of his.

“Hyuhuhunehehe plehease! Ihihit’s sohoho bahaHAHAD! ehehehEHEHEhehe~”

He was putty in Jinnie’s unforgiving hold. His pretty doe eyes sparkled with an innocent, child-like excitement that Minho himself didn’t seem to be aware of.

He’d strongly denied it when Chan had brought it up once, threatening to utterly obliterate the older if he wasn’t careful. But the blush on his cheeks and the way he couldn’t meet their eyes gave him away.

“I love you so much hyungie,” Hyunjin murmured softly, tears welling up when he suddenly recalled their past. Minho blinked up at him in confusion, bambi eyes wide and shining as they flickered over Jinnie’s features.

Then a small smile broke out, wiping away the previous sadness and Hyunjin pressed his fingers into Minho’s sides more firmly.

The lee squealed at the abrupt change, bucking and twisting as he tried to escape those mean fingers. “shihihiIHIT ! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE AH!”

“Do you feel how much I love you Lino hyung? No? That’s okay, I’ll tickle you until I convince you”

Minho's vision is a little blurry with tears of mirth, the two lers appearing as wobbly figures in his eyes. In contrast, the feeling of hands attacking his worst spots felt so much more intense than before.

“YEHEHEHES! YEHEHES IHI DOHOHO HYUHUHUNJIHIN NAHAHAHAHA!!”

“So handsome~ So sensitive~ You’re just perfect hyungie,” Hyunjin’s voice dripped with so much love and affection, it had even poor Chan feeling a little flustered, ducking his head to hide how the words affected him.

Minho was full on blushing, his eyes squeezed shut and giggles rising in pitch with how embarrassed he felt.

“Our shy little kitten,” Hyunjin breathed softly as he ran his fingertips lightly over Minho’s painted sides. The poor lee giggled some more, squirming around.

“NAHAHAHAA I CAHAN’T TAKE ANYMOHORE!! HYUNJIN PLEASE! I WANT TOHOHO DIE NATURALLYHYHY!!”

Chan and Hyunjin died at his dramatic proclamation, laughing almost as hard as Minho was.

Lino's body trembled and shook with the force of his laughter, words growing warbled and incoherent as it mixed with his sweet, bubbly cackles.

It wasn't often his laughter got the chance to spread through their dorm so the red lights duo were determined to milk that opportunity for all it was worth.

"ChaHAHAhanihie hyung plehehEASE lehehehet me gohOHO! Hehehehes gonna kiHIhill me lihhihihke thihis!! ArghAHAHAhaha NOHOhoho"

With a sly smile, Hyunjin leaned back, gripping onto Minho's thick thighs with his paint-stained hands and gave it a squeeze. The poor boy squealed, feet skidding on the floor and almost tearing the newspapers as he struggled.

“FUHUHUHUCK! ChahanNIHIHIE HYUHUNG PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!”

But of course, that didn't deter the artist, who pinched and squished the soft flesh between his fingers and watched with growing amusement at the way Lino threw his head back, loud bouts of laughter ringing through the wide space.

He was hysterical. Between Chan's fingers gently wiggling in his armpits and Hyunjin's skilled fingers at his thighs, he was a goner in seconds.

Minho yelped, dissolving into shrieks and giggles, his sounds bringing smiles to everyone who heard it. “N-nohoHO MOHOhore pleHEHEhease!!”

And much like the tune from the pied piper, summoning a couple of eager faces to the scene of the crime with his infectious laughter.

Minho strained against Chan's hold, desperately trying to fight back. But the leader was obviously stronger and the hands running along his body only served to weaken him further.

“Linoya is this really that ticklish,” Chan asked as he used his free hand to lazily scratch over each of Minho's ribs.

The poor lee nodded furiously, his hair whipping everywhere and tears getting yeeted in all directions from the sheer force of the movement.

It made the leader giggle, “Is our little tsundere kitten so sensitive he can't even form a single thought? Can't remember how to say yes hm?”

Minho had to get them back for this. He certainly would. He'd use his electric toothbrush right on Chan's belly button and his feathers on Hyunjin. But revenge would have to wait. He'd have to survive this sweet torture first.

The thought of revenge was what got him through their relentless taunts and jabs at his sensitivity. Despite the fact that he had turned a concerning shade of red, his struggles getting weaker, Minho held on.

“I cahAN'T tahaHAHAHAKE IT!! AHHAHAHAHAHAHA,” he wailed frantically, his feeble attempts at escape doing nothing to help him.

The two menaces went on till Minho's sweet hiccupy sounds cut off completely, replaced by little spray bottle noises that only brought with it more hysterical laughter from the rest.

Minho curled up on his side, rubbing over all the spots that were now pink from their playful assault as Chan stroked his hair in adoration.

As Hyunjin wiped away the paint, Minho’s giggles softened into quiet chuckles. “You-you’re evil Hyunjin,” he complained, voice still shaky from laughter.

Hyunjin grinned innocently, “Only for you hyungie~”

The leader himself massaged gently along his arms, soothing the hyper kitten from his giggly fit.

“Go take a shower, let’s cuddle after okay baby?” Chan cooed, pulling Minho up and pushing him towards the bathrooms.

Hyunjin has a lot of snacks prepared, humming contently as he placed them neatly on a table.

Minho’s idea had seemed to work it’s magic and Hyunjin already knew what he wanted to paint next. Maybe this was the right way out of his creative slumps.

And after a nice, warm shower, the three spend all evening cuddling and snacking together as they watched a random k-drama.

Later, a certain kitten received a rather embarrassing—and extremely flustering—painting that captured a moment from their...eventful evening.

His breath hitched as he unwrapped the painting, looking over the vibrant colors and playful lines that captured his every ticklish struggle.

Minho’s face was bright red in the canvas, little tears forming at the corners of his eyes as a wide, beautiful smile adorned his face.

The painting also included some rather unnecessary details like the hands that had put him in that state and he most certainly did NOT hang it on his bedroom wall. No, he definitely did not.

[harringtonstilinski]

You Are In Love - Steve Harrington

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 2,951 Warnings: fluff, the upside down doesn't exist, Requested: no | yes; originally came from a prompt list, but i don't remember what the prompt was... Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! I honestly hate how most of this turned out, but I hope you like it. If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes there’s nothing you can do about it. Like feelings. You can’t control your feelings. Like the ones you’re currently feeling for your coworker, Steve. You had started at Family Video a few weeks after Steve and Robin. She was the one to ask about your three favorite movies, to which you gave her.

When she immediately said you could either start that day or the following day, you were ecstatic! Having loved movies all your life, you always wanted to work at the video store in town, and you were glad you got the job!

As you were checking out a customer, you felt a body behind you before you put on your best smile and handed the person their rental back. “There you go! It’s due back on Thursday. Have a great night!” After the customer left, you sighed, resting your elbows on the counter, your face going into your hands.

“Well, that was brutal.”

Looking at the body next to you, you gave a deadpan look to your coworker. “I see you didn’t jump at the chance to take care of her.”

“Eh, she wasn’t my type.”

“Who isn’t your type, Steve?”

He looked up, thinking for a moment before shrugging. “Lots of girls. I just have my eyes set on someone else.”

“A total babe, right?” Robin asked, winking when you turned to look at her.

Standing up a little straighter, you looked between them as you sarcastically said, “Oh, she must be very special if she’s a total babe.” 

They looked at each other, confused looks on their faces at your response.

“Uhh, yeah,” Steve said. “Total babe.”

“So,” you said. “Tell me about her.”

He lightly chuckled, looking down for a moment before saying, “Uhm,” and describing your features… that flew right above your head. “She’s just amazing. She makes me smile every day that I work with her. She’s sarcastic and funny as hell–”

As Steve kept describing this girl, you couldn’t help but feel your face fall, knowing that he was talking about someone else… and not you. “Well,” you said, interrupting his rambling. “She sounds like a pretty nice girl.”

“Oh my god,” Robin breathed, going back to put the returns into the computer.

You tried to busy yourself with organizing things below the counter that… didn’t need organizing. Breathing out a breath, you stood up, hands on your hips as you pucker your lips in thought, humming to yourself before looking up from where you were staring, seeing the cart of returns that needed to be put up.

Rounding the counter with a bit of pep in your step, you grabbed the cart and started moving it through the aisles, humming to yourself as you did. With every movie you put up, you tried to picture yourself on your couch with a date… that date being one Steve Harrington.

What you weren’t aware of was the hushed conversation Robin was having with Steve.

“Just ask her out,” she whispered. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Uhm, she rejects me,” Steve whisper-yelled. “I can’t take another girl rejecting me. I’ll go insane.”

“You’re already insane,” Robin said, more of a question than a statement.

“How?”

“Oh, my god. If you don’t ask her out, I will.”

Steve gawked at Robin, mouth hung open in shock. “You wouldn’t.” All Robin did was smirk before taking a breath, gearing up to ask you on a date, but Steve’s hands going up in surrender had her mouth shutting. “Okay, okay, jeez. I’ll ask her out.”

“Ask who out?” you asked, pushing the now empty cart to the counter, putting more returns in it to put away later once it was full.

“That girl he’s been dreaming about,” Robin said, looking over shoulder at Steve. “But he’s too scared.”

Your face dropped, not going unnoticed by the duo. The image that popped into your head was Steve standing from your couch, essentially breaking up with you to go out with someone else that very same night.

“I-I’m sure she’ll say yes,” you said, meekly. Straightening up, you smirked a little, before you said sarcastically, “I mean, who wouldn’t say yes to King Steve.”

Okay, that hurt. Hurt to say, hurt to see the look on his face change from wide eyed to… well, hurt.

Sighing, you rounded the corner, walking up to Steve to wrap your arms around his middle, your cheek pressed to his chest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you King Steve. It’s just a force of habit.”

Steve sighed back, resting his cheek on the top of your head at the same time he wrapped his own arms around you. “It’s okay. You’re forgiven.”

“Good.” You smiled, happy that the image from earlier has completely vanished. You’ve always wanted to know how it felt to be in his arms, and now that you are, you never want to leave. You felt so safe being wrapped in his arms.

Reluctantly, he unwrapped himself from you, another deep breath escaping him. “Before I lose the courage-”

“Yes,” you said. “You don’t even have to ask. Yes.”

“Okay, uhm,” he chuckled. “Friday? 7:00PM?”

Nodding, you smiled. “Friday at 7.” You just knew everything would turn out great.

~~~

Friday was here and things were not turning out great. First off, your car ran out of gas on the way to work, so you had to walk the rest of the way, not passing a payphone to call the video store.

Second, you kept picking the wrong movies that people were asking for, taking them to the wrong genres. Someone had asked for straight romance, you took them to the romcom section. Someone else asked for thrillers and suspense, you took them to horror. 

Needless to say you lost about five customers that day to Steve and Robin, the customers leaving your help to ask them. When the last customer was out of the store and pretty much out of sight, you rested your elbows on the counter, sliding your face between your hands, groaning.

“Everything okay?” Robin asked, placing a hand on your back.

“No! Everything is turning out incredibly wrong. I mean, what if my date tonight goes horrible?” you said, crossing your arms and resting your forehead on them.

Unbeknownst to you, Robin had looked up at Steve, noticed a crestfallen look on his face. She never took her eyes off Steve as she replied, “I’m sure it won’t.”

Picking up your head, you looked between your coworkers, whispering to her, “It’s with Steve. Hawkins’ very own resident playboy.”

He chuckled, your eyes shifting to his as he looked at you. “I used to be. There’s a big difference, sweetheart.”

Your breath hitched at the choice of nickname. Seeing the smug look on his face, you rolled your eyes at him before casting your eyes at the door, hearing the bell chiming above the door, a customer walking in.

“Game on, playboy,” Robin muttered. You could hear the smile in her voice.

Steve breathed out a quick breath that gave the vibe of game on… which ultimately had your face falling, a crestfallen expression crossing your features that didn’t go unnoticed by Robin.

She rubbed your back, a sad smile on her face that you returned, the images of you wrapped up in Steve’s arms on the couch dissipating, the day going to ultimate shit.

A few hours went by, your eyes always drifting towards Steve as he flirted his way through his work hours. After he had abid you and Robin goodbye for the day, you sighed exasperatedly as his car drove off.

“I know this is a dumb question to ask, but… are you okay?” Robin asked, watching you sort the movies out by genre and title names.

“Yeah, why?” You looked up at her through your lashes, seeing an unamused look on her face as she crossed her arms. Sighing, you dropped your head. “Okay, fine. I’m nervous. It’s freaking Steve. What do you want me to say?  That I’ve had this massive crush on him since high school that I’ve buried deep down? That I’ve pictured a small life with him; marrying him, having his six lil’ nuggets, having about 30 lil’ grandnuggets? Is that you want to hear? Or-or that I’m scared everything will be a fucking disaster because knowing my damn track record, it will be.”

You sighed, feeling like you just ran a marathon with all the words you just spit out. Huffing out a breath, you noticed the smile on Robin’s face. Deadpanning, you asked, “You just wanted to hear me confess all that, didn’t you?”

“I’m not the only one,” she said, looking above your head.

With confused brows, you turned your head over your shoulder, seeing who she was eyeing. “What do you want, Edward?”

Sporting a shiteating grin, Eddie asked, “Why are you nervous about your date with Harrington?”

Closing your eyes with a sigh, you muttered, “Dustin Wade.”

“Nope. Don’t bring that twerp into this. I can see it all over your face.” All you could do was sigh before Eddie continued his words, “Come on. Let me take you home so that you can get ready for your date with Harrington.”

Taking him up on his offer, you nodded, going into the back to clock out, telling Keith that you’d be back for either opening the next morning or you’ll just be late for your shift… to which he just waved you off.

After returning to the showroom, you sighed, walking up to Eddie. “Let’s go, Munson.”

~~~

“Dustin! Where did you hide it?” you yelled.

“Hide what?” he said, a smirk on his face. He had been standing at your door frame with a can on Pringles in his hand, snacking on the delicious crisps. “And you don’t have to yell, I’m standing right here.” You glared at him, giving a look that said I’m not fucking around.

“Oh! You mean, this?” He held up a tube of your favorite lipstick.

“Yes! Where was it?”

Shrugging, Dustin replied, “I let Max borrow it.”

“Max doesn’t wear makeup. Next.”

Dustin sighed, closing his eyes before tossing the tube in your direction. “I let her borrow it for El.”

“Well, you could’ve said that to begin with-”

“BUT!” he interrupted. “Max wasn’t sure on how to put it on her, so Nancy helped her, but then she kept it until Robin told Max about your date with Steve tonight. So, Nance brought it back over just a little while ago.”

“They couldn’t have asked me for it?”

“If it helps, we used brushes for it!” Nancy said, popping her head into your room. 

“Clean ones, I hope,” you muttered, opening the tube to swipe the color across your lips. As you examined your whole look, you nodded once to yourself, saying, “It’ll do.”

“By the way, Steve’s here,” Max said, also popping her head into your room.

Seriously, how many people are going to randomly pop up? The whole crew, apparently, everyone shouting your name.

Walking into the hallway, you rolled your eyes. “What the hell is everyone doing here?”

The moment Steve came into your view, you knew why; they either were betting on it, helped set it up, or just wanted to see the two of you finally going on a much needed date.

Steve’s eyes were almost bulging out of his skull at your outfit. He was expecting you to look normal for your date; after all, he had told you the day prior that he wanted to take you to the movies. What he was not expecting was pure. fucking. perfection. “Wow,” he breathed.

“What?” you asked, smiling shyly. Watching him look you up and down, you decided to look down at your outfit before looking back up at him. “Is it bad? Should I change? I should probably change.”

As you started to turn around, Steve reached a hand out, yelling “No!” before you turned back to him, giving him a quizzical look. “I mean, it’s just that you look great and the movie will be starting soon, and I just… well, I don’t want us to be late.”

Smiling a little at him, you nodded your head, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Yeah, okay. That’s fair.”

“Now, you two have fun,” your mother said. “Don’t keep her out too late, Steve.”

“Yes, Mrs. Henderson,” he said. “I won’t. She’ll be back at curfew. I promise.”

Turning towards your mom, you smiled and told her that you loved her before turning to the Party, giving them all a scowl that they all just smiled at. When you turned back to look at Steve, your scowl turned from just that to a small smile. “Okay. Let’s go.”

~~~

“Why didn’t you tell me they hung upside down?” you asked Steve as you walked out of the theater. He had surprised you by taking you to see The Lost Boys because you had said once that Kiefer Sutherland was a good actor when you were helping a customer one day. “That was so scary!”

“No more vampire movies,” Steve said, nodding. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Taking in a deep breath, you looked in front of you to not crash into anyone while the two of you walked. “So,” you said, releasing the breath. “Where to now?”

“Well,” Steve said, putting his hands in his jeans pockets. “I was thinking I could take you out to eat and then… I don’t know. Whatever you wanted to do after.”

Fuck, he was so thoughtful. Not planning the full night without having your input made you smile and made Steve feel like a true gentleman. 

You had known who Steve was in high school, the both of you being in the same graduation class, but never having the same classes. However, you did glance at him from time to time in the hallways and at his basketball practice when waiting for your little brother to finish with his AV club.

Walking with Steve, you thought about old feelings that you had thought were tucked away before you started working with him at Family Video. Furrowing your brows, you stopped walking. “Steve, I have to tell you something.”

Steve stopped in his tracks and turned to look at you. “Was this date a bust?”

Chuckling, you turned your body to face him. “No. This date has been amazing so far. It’s just that… I have to get something off my chest before I lose all the courage to do it.” At his nod, you took a deep breath. “I like you. Like, a lot. I have since high school before you and Dustin became friends. I think it just… amplified from there.”

Looking at him, you saw a look on his face that made you question your decision to even open your big mouth in the first place. “Look,” you said, turning to walk off. “J-just forget it.” Before you could even think about putting one foot in front of the other, Steve gently grabbed your arm to turn you back to him.

“Just hush,” he said, before placing his lips gently against yours. It wasn’t a big kiss like in the movies or books you’ve read where they crash their lips together. No; this one was sweet and gentle, like he was testing the waters. When he pulled back to gage your reaction, he smiled a little at seeing your lips still puckered with your eyes closed. “I have a feeling that you were gonna tell me that you know I don’t have the same feelings for you when the truth is… is that I do.”

Opening your eyes, you locked eyes with his hazel ones that drew you in every single time you looked at him. “You do?”

Steve nodded his head, eyes casting down towards your lips for a moment before bringing his hand up to soft cup your cheek. “You didn’t think I didn’t notice you sitting on the bleachers watching us practice? Or with your nose in a book? Or you doing homework? Because I did. Every time I was sitting on the bench to let other players do their thing, all I did was watch you.”

“Stalker much?”

“Okay, now you’re starting to sound like Max.”

The both of you laughed for a moment before going quiet again. “Listen; I’ve liked you since high school, as well, and I want to be with you. I just didn’t know how to approach it before you started working with us.” Tilting his head a little to the side, he smirked that damn Harrington smirk that made all the girls weak in the knees. “So, can I test the waters again? Or are we just gonna end this date right here and not speak to each other ever again?”

Giggling, you nodded your head. “Yes. You can test the waters again.”

Steve kissed you like you’ve never been kissed before… and let’s just say… the two of you didn’t make it back to your house that night. You ended up back at Steve’s, making out like a couple of high school teens, lips swollen from the amount of kisses you shared, stopping before things could go too far, your relationship way too fresh for any activities that were clothing optional. 

As you snuggled up next to Steve on the couch with a blanket draped over the two of you with the latest episode of Family Ties on the television, you came to quickly realize something about Steve as you tilted your head back to look at him;

You. Are. In. Love.

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