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luciferlightbringer · 9 months ago

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Love In a Hopeless Place

Chapter 2

Here we are with chapter 2! Lucifer and reader meet, enjoy! xoxo, Dany :)

Chapter 1|Chapter 2|Chapter 3|Updated through Chapter 12 Lucifer x prostitute fem!reader

Word Count:5.2k (I'm so sorry, lol) CW: Trauma, panic, flashbacks, Smut(ish/mostly lead up), angst, comfort, sub/dom dynamics, prostitution, anxiety, depression

Lucifer was in his study working on another one of his many rubber duck creations when his phone started to buzz on the desk with a text message. He jumped a little with a small 'Ah!' at the vibration, and the duck flew out of his hands and into one of the many piles of ducks that filled the room.

"Shit, welp... not finding that one anytime soon", he said running his fingers through his hair while looking out at the sea of ducks, before turning his attention to his phone.

The preview of the text from his driver on the front screen read, "On our way back with our guest." Lucifer stared at the text, and his stomach immediately tightened with... excitement? Anxiety? Was he going to throw up- no he was fine... Right? Yes. No? Fuck. Why did this feel so scary?

Lucifer did not know what he we feeling, he just knew he only had a few minutes before his guest for the evening would arrive... and he had no idea what he was doing. Lucifer started pacing and pulling a little at his own hair, starting to stress and talk to himself.

"Should I have been preparing something? Maybe I should clean! No... wait I have people for that... M-maybe I should pick up some of the ducks? Why would I need to pick up the ducks? Maybe she would want to see the ducks? Lucifer, why would a prostitute want to see your stupid rubber ducks?!" Lucifer said as he paced back and forth on want little open floor space their was in the room, before he stopped, took a breath, and smoothed back his hair and tried to breathe.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm cool. I'm fine." he said as he rolled his shoulders and straightened his bowtie as he walks out of his study and back down the hall to his room. "I'm the King of Hell, and I'm the customer. Who cares? I'm sure girls all over Hell would be dying for the chance to take care of and service me. She is the lucky one here that I even get to grace her presence!" He stopped in front of the mirror in his room, popping on his hat and grabbing his cane before posing in the mirror and flashing a toothy grin at himself.

Lucifer looks over his own reflection in the mirror, and the longer he stared, the more his smile faded and his shoulders slumped. He wrapped his arms around himself in a half self-hug, "So then... why do I feel like... such a loser?"

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The car soon pulls up to a big beautiful manor and parks, the driver gets out and comes to open your door, offering you a hand to help you out.

"Thank you," you say with a sweet and flirty smile as you grab the man's hand and step out of the car. You try hard to hold your confident expression and stifle your surprise as you get out and see your new surroundings, looking around admiring the beauty. Your normal cantor you use with most clients suddenly feels like it might be inappropriate here, so you hold your tongue.

Internally, though, your thought process runs wild, 'Whoa, wait, what the fuck? I've worked for some high rollers before, but this... this feels like its on an entirely different level.... Who the fuck is this guy?'

The driver breaks your slight panic as he gestures for you to follow him. You are escorted up the front steps and into the front entry way past the giant ornate front doors. In the front room off to one side were a few red chairs and a couch with gold trim, all centered around a white marble coffee table. The driver gestures towards the seating, "Please, have a seat while I inform your host that you have arrived."

You curtsy in respond because you were starting to feel like that was the right response for this type of place, and watch as the man turned and started to walk down the hallway. You go to sit on one end of the red couch, damn it was a nice couch, and you start to look at the room around you. You're inner voice continuing with the general track of 'What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? How is this place even bigger and nicer on the inside?!' playing in your head.

Who could this be? This guy is crazy well off, seems to like red, white, and gold, it was everywhere in the decorations. Also he... had good taste in decorations. It looked way nicer here than anywhere else you had ever seen in hell. Not just because of the amount of money in the place, but also because of how the design felt. It almost felt like a slightly edgier version of what you would expect buildings to look like in heaven. Lots of little details and motifs in the crowning on the walls and art around the manor. Lots of stuff like apples, snakes, little things that looked like angel wings-

Your thought process freezes as the puzzles start to fall together into an answer.

Wait.

Apples?

Snakes?!

ANGEL WINGS?!

You start to shake a little and fidget with your dress a little. You may have not been in hell long, but there were some things you pick up on quickly, even in new places. 'There is noooo way. That's impossible. Right? Where were other people who are known for that symbology... right... Who else in hell...? Maybe it's someone you just don't know? Uhhhh.... Oh! Wasn't he married? Well... that doesn't mean anything half of the time, you've fucked married guys. More importantly, if this is who I think it is... what would the LITERAL KING OF HELL, need a call girl for? No, there is no way it could be him, that would be stupid...'

Then, you hear a cane start to tap down the hallway, and time feels like it slows down. You turn to look in the direction of the sound, and down the long manor hallway, you can make out the unmistakable features of Lucifer, the fallen angel, the King of Hell himself, followed by his driver. You feel your skin grow hot and your heart rate pick up as you swallow hard, watching him approach.

He was... much softer looking than you expected. Many of the angelic features were still present, pale near-white skin, golden blonde hair, soft facial features, and they mixed in well with his more demonic features, red and gold eyes, sharp grin, and dark ashy claws that held his signature apple cane. You'd seen his face on magazines and maybe once on tv, but now upon seeing him in the flesh, you realize that pure imagines didn't seen do him any justice.

You realize you have less than a few seconds to calm yourself and get ready to make a first impression. You take a deep breath, let it out, straighten yourself in your seat and think, 'He's just another client, that's all I need to focus on. My goal is to fulfill his wishes'.

As he gets a few feet closer you stand, and curtsy with a confident smile on your face. "Your majesty, what an unexpected surprise this is. Oh, I apologize, I mean... Lance."

Lucifer responds with a hearty chuckle before putting up a hand, "No need for formalities or code names here. Just Lucifer is fine. You must be (y/n)?" he says as he starts to examine the woman in front of him up and down.

You straighten up from your curtsy and place a hand on a slightly popped hip as you look at Lucifer, "I am, and I am honored to be serving you tonight."

The driver comes up and asks for your coat. You slip it off as elegantly as you can, fully aware that your show for Lucifer had already begun, and handed it to the driver. He tells you where he will be when you and the master have concluded your visit for the evening, puts up your coat in a nearby closet, and walks into another room close to the main door, and closes the door behind him.

Lucifer watched the sultry way you slipped off your jacket, and the alluring dress that was revealed from beneath it. Simple, black, sleeveless, a v shaped neck line that showed the perfect amount of cleavage, hugged your body in all the right places, and also allowed for a long slit that showed off plenty of the soft skin of your leg. The woman before him was beautiful, but in a way he didn't expect. Not in a "porn star, big boobs, stereotypical bimbo" kind of way, but in a soft... normal kind of way. It made him feel a little calmer in a way. A couple new emotions started to join the mixture that swirled in his stomach, curiosity, amusement... lust... Nothing had even happened yet, and Lucifer could already start to feel heat start to rise around his collar.

You and Lucifer where now completely alone in the main area of the manor.

You turn back to see Lucifer eyeing you. You smile.

"You like what you see, Lucifer?" you purr as you take a few steps towards him.

Lucifer shifts a little as he stands as his cheeks tint pink, feeling almost guilty for being caught staring, before remembering he was allowed to, "Oh uh... y-yes. Yes, I do." He says, returning to his curated confident grin.

You giggle, stepping closer and offering your right hand to him, which he takes with his right hand, "I am yours for the night to use as you see fit" you say with a sly flirty smile.

'Fuck, I hope this is coming off ok', you think to yourself.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,' Lucifer thinks, trying to will his cheeks into not turning a darker shade of pink, 'Oh she is VERY good, and I am very out of practice.'

Lucifer returns the sly smile, "Oh I intend to." he says looking you up and down again as he kisses your hand.

'Fuck, he is good', you think at the same time.

Lucifer continues to hold your hand as he turns in closer to your right side, looping your hand under his left arm so that you and now holding it, and he looks at you with a "Shall we then?" before he starts to escort you further into the manor.

As you start to walk through the manor with Lucifer, this is when you really notice how he was a bit shorter than you expected, especially with the heels you were wearing. Nothing wrong with that, just not something you expected. He was a cutie, and you were excited that you were going to be able to help make him feel good that night. Honored even.

Lucifer felt transfixed by every inch of sensory that came from being in contact with you, the way your hand held onto the sleeve of his jacket, the way you would shift against him as you walked, the smell of your perfume, it was borderline intoxicating. His brain was running a million miles a minute between your touch, smell, what he would say next, what would happen when you both got to his room, how he wanted to keep himself from turning into the room and immediately pouncing on you. He felt like he might lose his mind.

All you could see of Lucifer was a sly grin and a confident walk towards his room.

The two of you entered Lucifer's large bedroom and you let go of his arm so that he could go to close the door behind you. He put down his cane, and started to undo the clasps of his suit jacket. You walked up behind Lucifer as he finished the clasps, slid your hands over his shoulders, hooking your fingers under the collar.

"May I?" you cooed softly in his ear.

He gulped and nodded as you glided it off his shoulders and down his arms, trying as best you can you make sure your fingers made contact with his arms as much as possible.

Lucifer had to fight a soft moan from escaping his throat at your touch. You deviously smiled to yourself behind Lucifer at the sound of his stifled moan as you took the jacket and carefully hung the jacket off the side of his mirror. You turned back around to see Lucifer taking off his hat and setting it down on a nearby surface, trying hard tame the hunger in his eyes as he looked at you, a visible bulge starting to form in his pants.

Seeing the King of Hell's eyes hunger for you gave you a devious idea to try. 'I wonder what role he likes to play?' you think to yourself.

You chuckle, and start to walk a circle around Lucifer, eyeing him back as if he was your prey, which makes Lucifer swallow hard again and make him lose a little of his edge, less of a dominant energy and leaning more submissive as he watched you circle him.

'Interesting', you think.

"Tell me. Do you prefer to lead, or follow?" you ask with a coy smile.

Lucifer thought for a moment, what did he usually do with Lili- errr... in the past? He liked not having to think. Not having to lead would be really fucking nice actually.

"Follow", Lucifer said in a soft tone. This didn't surprise you, most powerful men wanted a break from it in the bedroom, from your experience. Getting to order Lucifer around was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and it got you excited just thinking about it.

You gave Lucifer a wicked smile before slinking up to him, softly grabbing his chin, getting your face very close to his before whispering, "Boots off. On the bed. Now."

Lucifer's heart beat started to pound in his ears as he took a moment as he processed the words, a shiver of pleasure jolting through his body, before quickly moving to throw off his boots and crawl onto his bed. He knew nothing in the moment beyond following your command. Lucifer got into place and then looked over at you, waiting for your next order for him.

'Fuck that was hot' he thought as he felt the heat spread across his chest.

You look towards Lucifer, turning you body to face him in his new position on the bed. You smirk and start to slowly slink towards him, making sure to roll your hips with every step to emphasize your curves, staring at him with your own hunger eyes.

Lucifer sat, transfixed by the way your hips swayed from side to side, the way your eyes felt like they were burning into his soul, his cheeks burning read. No thoughts existed in his head at that moment besides the thought of your curves coming towards him and the way that his cock throbbed for you in his pants.

You sat yourself on the end of his bed and kicked up your right leg over the other to unbuckle the clasp on one of your heels, making sure to position yourself so that Lucifer could see more of your leg through the slit in your dress and so that you cleavage showed more prominently from the V-neckline. You look up at him through your eyelashes to see him tremble a little, his breathing starting to labor. Oh lord, you could see just how much he needed this, and that excited you even more.

You finished unclipping your heel and you let it drop to the floor with a light clatter. You straightened up and looked over your shoulder at Lucifer, "Does my good boy want to help me with my other shoe?"

Lucifer gave a little whimper and bit his lip a little as he gave you an enthusiastic nod. He was so cute and desperate, if his tail was out it would probably be wagging.

You move a little closer and kicked your left leg up onto his lap and propped yourself up to watch his work, giving him a quick cheeky look of 'Well? Get to it!'

Lucifer took a few moments to look at the red heel that was connected to the gorgeous leg that now sat in his lap. Lucifer took a breath, and then with trembling hands worked to try undoing the clasp of the shoe. It took a little longer than it took you, but he eventually got the clasp undone and let the shoe slide off the bed to the ground. Lucifer took the opportunity to slowly slide one of his hands up your leg, up to the hem of your dress, and back down in admiration. Holy hell, her skin was so soft and beautiful.

You closed your eyes and hummed softly as you soaked in the sensation of his touch on your skin, "What a good boy you are, Lucifer." You cooed, removing your leg away from his reach. He looked sad for a moment, but it would not be for long. You hooked a leg over his body and got up onto the bed, now straddling his thighs.

A surprised breathy moan escaped Lucifer's lips as you moved onto his lap and he started to dig his claws into his sheets on either side of his body.

You chuckle again before you look down at him from your new position. You had never felt more power than you did right at that moment, and it was beautiful. Seeing the King of Hell under you, desperate for your next command or touch... now that was dangerous.

As Lucifer laid under you, defenseless and breathing heavily, he released his claws from the sheets and lightly picked up the edge of the skirt of your dress on either side of you and held them softly in his hands.

"M-may I?" he asked with pleading eyes, lifting the skirt up a little to show his intensions to remove your dress.

You cross your arms and put a finger up to your cheek in an action pretending to think about, making Lucifer wait.

"P-please?" he said after several seconds, sense of urgency in his voice.

You dropped the act and smirked down at him with a pleased smile and nodded. Lucifer excitedly, but carefully worked to pull the dress off of you and tossed it onto the ground to join your shoes. Lucifer now looked at you and you saw his eyes turn from soft desperation back into a deep animalistic hunger as they raked lustfully down the new view of your body.

You sat proud of yourself as you sat straddled across Lucifer's thighs wearing a deep sapphire blue lacy bra and a matching blue thong that, frankly, served no purpose other than to be something to be ripped off of you.

Lucifer softly ran his claws up your thighs, up your hips, across your abdomen, over your breasts, up your collar bone, other your shoulders, down your arms, and down you your hands, taking in every inch of your body that he could see in that moment. You tip your head back and allow long moan to escape you as his hands glide across your body, soft but electric and hot.

You tip your head back down to look at Lucifer, his hands in yours. You release his hands and start to slide you hands up his chest to his bowtie.

"Alright, baby, your turn," you coo, starting to undo his bowtie. Lucifer began to shake and breath heavily under your touch. You toss the bowtie to the ground, slowly undoing the first few buttons of his shirt, exposing his soft pale neck. You nuzzle your face into his neck and plant your first soft kiss on his neck.

Lucifer responds to the contact with a deep and long moan, he almost couldn't take any more of this torturous, slow teasing. And yet he also felt like he couldn't get enough of it. He felt energetic and alive for the first time in what felt like forever, it was pure bliss. He never wanted it to stop.

You giggle again at his response, and continue to unbutton the remaining buttons down his shirt. You lean down to look into Lucifer's eyes and say "Now Lucifer, I want you to tell me something."

He looks up at you with shiny, lust filled eyes, "Yes?"

"Tell me... what is it that you truly desire?" you say with a smirk, as you continue work on his buttons.

Lucifer thinks for a few seconds, thinking about all of the sexy, blissful ideas he wants to tell you and then... for some reason... he turns his head to the side of his bed... her side of the bed... all of the sound goes quiet, the room starts to go blurry, everything starts to shake, and then...

It all goes dark.

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He no longer feels like he is in his bedroom, its just him... and Lilith... looking at him with her bright smile, before the smile fades, and she turns to walk away into the darkness. Then it's Charlie... happily giggling on his lap, small, clapping at his stories, before Lilith picks her up off his lap and walks out of the room with her. It's his old workshop in heaven full of his wonderful dreams and creations, now a dark red room full of endless piles of ducks. It's giving the apple to Eve, then standing in an arena of the Heavenly Council, and then the deep long fall into hell, watching his hands pale hands turn to claws, watching the white feathers of his transform to turn a deep crimson, his halo shatter into space and long red horns grow in its place on his head before he crashes to the surface of a newly created Hell.

What does he desire? What does he TRULY DESIRE?! He wants back everything he has ever lost! He wants to know why everyone has cast him away and abandon him. He wants to know why everyone had to think his dreams were so fucking dangerous. He wants to remember what it was like to not hate himself so much!

Lucifer pulled at his hair and screamed into the void of his mind as he fell to his knees and cried.

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From your perspective, you ask your question, Lucifer's eyes go from full of life and lust to empty, his head tips to the side, and they start to fill with panic as he start to hyperventilate.

You drop your current persona and start to assess the situation. You quickly move off of Lucifer and go to his side instead.

"Lucifer?" No response. "Lucifer? Talk to me, what do you need?"

Something in your voice makes Lucifer snap back from his dissociative nightmare land, but he continues to hyperventilate.

'Fuck! Think! Didn't you learn something about this on earth? '

You think for a minute, shaking your hands as you look around the room, at him, trying to think. You softly take his hand and start gently rubbing the back of it with your thumb. Lucifer snaps to look at you, so quickly, it almost startles you.

"Hey," you say with the calmest and warmest smile you can muster, "I'm here, you are ok. You are safe here with me." Lucifer continues to look at you with panic in his eyes, but with recognition there too.

"I'm a friend, you are at your house, in your bed... in... hell. Uhh... you are in the Pride ring... Nothing is going to hurt you here, you are safe," you continue to say as you continue to rub the back of his had. If you had said half of that sentence back on Earth, it would have probably made things worse, but here... hopefully it would be more grounding.

Slowly, Lucifer breathing slows its pace and he looks around the room more. You look around the room and see a cup on a nearby table.

After waiting a few more minute, you ask, "Do you want any water?" Lucifer thinks for a briefly about your question, and nods his head.

You squeeze his hand and say "I will be right back." You set down his hand, go to grab the cup, and run to the bathroom to fill it with water. You come back to Lucifer's side and give him the cup, Lucifer slowly starts to drink some water as his breathing continues to slow down to a normal rate.

After a few more minutes, he shakes his head.

"Hey," he says in a defeated tone.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" you say in a gentle voice, giving him your full and concerned attention.

He sighs, "Not great..." He was so scared, sad, angry, disappointed, full of guilt, shame.

You tip your head down in shame, "I... I'm so sorry." Lucifer looks over at you with a confused look. "I was reckless and I hurt you. Can you ever forgive me, your Highness?" Now it was you that was starting to shake a little.

Lucifer sighs, the guilt coming to the front the most out of all his current emotions. How could he explain to you just how wrong you were? But he could understand why you would think that. In his current state, he could only partly process how differently you now tended to him, how you looked at him. Almost like, you cared? That you were worried about him?

He gently put a hand on your head "Please, Lucifer is still fine, and this was not your fault, it.... it's complicated. I... thought I was ready for something like this, I was hoping I was. A small baby-step to moving forward, but no..." Lucifer tightened his left hand. "I'm not"

You looked up and his tightened hand, and for to first time noticed the gold band on his ring finger. This was not the anger and sadness of a happily married man, or even an unhappily married man, this was something... much more complicated.

You sat with Lucifer in mournful silence for what felt little forever, but it was probably not more than a few minutes.

Eventually, Lucifer sighed and broke the silence, "You should go..."

You looked up at Lucifer, whose head still hung in shame, his hand gripped tightly.

"Are you sure?" you ask softly.

Lucifer shrugged, "I'm not going to be much fun now, I don't think I'm cut out for this. Not yet anyway. Its me not you, trust me. You were amazing... it was fun while it lasted" He looked up at you with a weak smile, "You should try to enjoy the rest of your night while you can. No use letting and old sod like ruin your night."

You look down at your dress and shoes still on the floor, you sigh, pick up your dress and put it back on. You pick up your shoes and start to head to the door. You put your hand on the doorknob, prepared to open it, wish the King goodbye, and walk away... but you don't. You stand there for a second.. thinking.

Lucifer noticed you pause, and looks up at you. You turn back to meet his gaze, his face decorated in a look of half confusion, half sadness.

"May I offer one last thought?" you ask with calm confidence.

Lucifer tips his head in curiosity, "What is it?"

You take a couple step back towards him, "I wonder... I think... you had the right idea with searching for intimacy, connection, but maybe we started in the wrong direction."

Lucifer cocks an eyebrow, giving you a puzzled look, "I'm... not sure I follow."

You search again for the right words, "I mean like... uhhh... well... ok, when was the last time you just got a hug, not like a quick one, like one that made you feel cared about?"

Lucifer's body stiffened, then looked down and curled his legs close to his body, "It... its been... a long time."

You smile, and take another step towards Lucifer, and you open up your arms to him with a soft smile.

Lucifer looked up at you and perked up for a minute. Was she serious? Why did she continue to try? Why didn't she leave him to his own misery? She didn't need to care about his feelings right now... and yet... she did.

Lucifer slowly started to slide out of his bed, shirt still most of the way unbuttoned, hair all a mess, and started to walk over to you. When there was only a few feet left between the two of you, Lucifer paused, and then practically ran the rest of the way into your arms and wrapped himself around your waist, as you return the embrace.

You stand there, hugging him for a minute, 2 minutes, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, and after the first few minutes, you feel Lucifer start to shake in your arms as he started to cry. Lucifer tightened his embrace around you the harder he cried, burying his face in your shoulder. At one point he tries to wail out an apology, but you just shush him and let him continue to cry as you rubbed his back.

After about a half hour of him crying in your embrace, you ask him if he wants to continue standing there or if he wants to sit down. In response, Lucifer releases his arms from you waist and reaches up to wrap his arms around you neck instead. You adjust and decide to just go for it and pick him up, carrying him over to his bed. You sit in his bed with him hugging you around your neck as you hold him in your lap.

Lucifer could not stop the tears that flowed from his face, he didn't remember the last time he had cried this much, cried this hard. And for some reason, in your arms, he didn't care. The tears felt good. Liberating.

You don't know how much time passes, but slowly his crying starts to get quieter and quieter, turning to sniffles, until you realize that the King of Hell had just fallen asleep in your arms.

You carefully move to get up at set him down in his bed without waking him up, and you tuck him into his bed. Before you leave the room, you quickly find a piece of paper and pen, and write out a quick note. You leave the note on his side table before grabbing your shoes, turning off the light, and giving him one last look before closing the door.

You make your way back down the long manor hallway, back to where the driver said he would be, and you let him know your visit was over. You grab your coat, put on your shoes, took one last look at the beautiful inside of the manor, and walked out to the car with the driver.

Who knows if you would be back here again, but it sure was interesting while it lasted.

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lhswon · 20 days ago

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CRAZY TIPS = CRAZY FEELINGS

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: yandere!lee heeseung x tsundere!fem!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: non!idol, enemies (one sided) to lovers troupe, kinda slow burn, teeth-rotting fluff, heeseung is a softie, you and enha are in the same age for the sake of the plot

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: cursing, not proof read, typo/grammatical errors

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙖/𝙣: yeyy! chapter 2 is finally here! sorry if i couldn't update last night, i was so busy. anyway, happy halloween, loves! 👻

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩: @ily6968 @kyunlov @strawberiiiiess @riribelle @nshmrarki

chapter 2

you keep on lightly tapping your ballpen against the table while impatiently looking at the wall clock from time to time. it was almost lunch break and you need to find lee heeseung to give his money back. your professor was talking about your upcoming group project and all you could think was heeseung's actions last night. it was odd for you since you and heeseung never really had any real interaction inside or outside school despite being in the same university for years.

"i expect your projects to be submitted to me next month, alright?" the professor said as the bell rang.

"yes, sir." the whole class said in unison. they all stood up, chattering and mumbling about other things while you hurriedly exit yourself in the classroom.

you went straight to the cafeteria and looked for him, jake sim. in order to find lee heeseung, you must find jake sim first to ask for his friend's whereabouts. heeseung doesn't go to cafeteria that often, god only knows what he's doing every lunch break.

you knew where heeseung's friends sits every lunch, they have their specific space and no one even dares to sit where the reigning kings of the university sits. the thought makes you scoff, really. why? because they're just a bunch of spoiled-rotten guys with massive superiority complex. at least that's what you think about them.

wandering your eyes as you arrived at the cafeteria's door, you searched for jake sim's tall figure including his friends'. when you saw him lining up to get his food, you were shocked to see lee heeseung standing just right behind him. it was like a miracle seeing him here at lunch.

without further ado, you walked towards their direction. jungwon who was behind heeseung saw you walking towards them so he nudged heeseung who quickly looked at your direction when jungwon pointed at you. you saw how a sly smirk formed in heeseung's lips. it was like he was amused to see you here, walking towards them.

the moment you arrived in front of them, you cleared your throat, you even catched jake's attention now who gave you a confused look. you didn't even acknowledge his presence or even his other friends except heeseung who you faced with face full of bravery and a little hint of irritation because of heeseung's expressions. with force, you extended your arms that is holding a small paper bag where you put heeseung's money.

"aw, is that a gift for me?" heeseung teased. jake turned into heeseung's direction with his face looking even more confused.

"stop bullshiting me and just take your money back so i could eat my lunch in peace." you said which made jungwon and jake's eyes grew big.

no one even really dared to speak to them or to lee heeseung like that, just you, and heeseung's friends are starting to wonder what's going on with the two of you. your sudden interaction with lee heeseung made his friends and the students around you looking like it was some kind of a miracle.

"eat lunch with me then." he said full of confidence. his annoying smile never leaving his gorgeous face.

you got taken aback by his words so you spaced out a bit before rolling your eyes at him. realizing that heeseung wouldn't take your words seriously, you put down the paper bag beneath him and turned your back to him, ready to leave.

just when you were about to walk away from them, you almost crash with a tall and beautiful girl holding a tray. only strong hands wrapping around your wrist to pull you back stopped the crash from happening. you bumped into the man's chest due to force and when you looked up, you almost cursed yourself out when it was lee heeseung.

"careful." he said thickly without looking at you, he was looking at the girl who you almost bumped with. you almost didn't know who he was talking to. the girl and heeseung locked eyes for a whole minute before you realized your position right now so you quickly backed away from lee heeseung, making heeseung look at you instead.

you were so embarrassed and the judging stares of other students didn't help at all. the girl cleared her throat which made you look towards her direction, you just noticed how gorgeous she is. she could pass being a princess just by her visuals alone.

"i'm sorry about that." the girl said, even her voice sounded so angelic.

"i'm sorry, i was so reckless." you said as you bow your head towards her. she chuckled a bit before waving her hand cutely. she looked at heeseung behind you one last time before leaving with her friends.

you stood there not moving an inch while thinking what you'll do next when heeseung dragged you to the line. he squeezed you in between him and jake. you gave him a confused and irritated look.

"what the hell do you think you are doing?"

"woah calm down, tigress." jake in front of you mumbled after hearing your harsh tone.

"i said, eat lunch with me." heeseung said. he reached for the paper bag beneath him and handed it back to you.

"i ain't doing that." you said, brushing his hand away from your arms. he clicked his tounge before grabbing your arms again.

"i said, eat your lunch with me." he said slowly, emphasizing every words. heeseung looked at you intimidatingly with his dark eyes. impatience slowly creeping his eyes.

you sat at their table silently. heeseung was sitting closely next to you while peacefully eating, his friends were eating in silence too. you started thinking that your presence was the sole reason why there's a big elephant in the room right now.

"so.. you're y/n, right?" you turned your head towards sunoo who flashed you with a warm smile. you slowly nodded.

"since when you're friends with heeseung hyung?" ni-ki suddenly asked. sunoo elbowed him making him groan. even jungwon gave their youngest a threatening look.

"oh, we're not really friends. i just want to give him back something that belongs to him." you shook your hands lightly at ni-ki. his other friends darted their gaze at heeseung who was silently eating his lunch next to you.

"what do you mean? i gave it to you so it's yours now." heeseung said in a "matter of fact" tone.

"no, it's not!" you retorted.

"woah, alright. before you two fight again, let me just ask where you met heeseung?" jake asked. he must've been really curious, specially since jake has known you for years and despite not being friends with him, he always acknowledges your presence compared to his other friends.

"none of your business." before you could even answer, heeseung said. you looked at him suprisingly while he just ate like he didn't care.

with a defeated sigh, you started digging into your own meal that heeseung ordered for you. hunger started eating your state so you ate slowly while thinking what would happened next and what will you do to lee heeseung.

he's just driving you nuts at this point.

you walked side by side with heeseung while his friends were walking in front the two of you. they were teasing each other while the two of you followed silently. your grip tightens around the strap of the paper bag, trying to find the courage to give him back his money again. he's been awfully silent since that encounter with the girl, he even started acting differently.

"heeseung." you started.

"don't even think about giving it back to me again." he said seriously, you felt a shiver run down your spine with just how cold his tone was.

you stopped on your tracks and took a deep sigh. he stopped a few meters away from you and looked at you lazily.

"why did you give me this money?" you asked again. wishing that his answer will clear your mind.

"it's a tip. you served me so i tipped you." he said, bored. you didn't realize that his friends left already, you were left with heeseung at the empty hallway.

"heeseung, it was just one glass of rum, i wasn't the one who even made it. the amount you tipped was too much." you said, obviously in distress.

"the old man tipped you a hefty amount just for a bottle you didn't even serve and you took it without saying anything, why can't you do the same for me?" he raised an eyebrow at you.

so now he's starting to give you attitude?!

"i told you, he's my regular! he tips me everytime and i accept it everytime as per my manager's request and for my own benefit as well!" you explained. you looked at his expression but it looks like he's not buying any of your bullshits.

"and i also told you that i'll be your regular starting that night."

"t-that's not how it works. just please take your money back, i don't want to owe you anything." you said lowly.

he stared at you for a minute before sighing. just when you thought that he finally gave up and ready to take his money back, he flashed a smirk and you already know that what's his going to say next will cause you even greater amount of stress.

"do me a favor then." he said. your heart started thumping with anxiety. you waited for what he'll be saying next with anticipation. just when you're about to ask him what favor, he said-

"date me, y/n."

you felt like the world stopped when he said those words.

"WHAT?!"

chapter 1 here

short update for my cupcakes :D the fun starts at chapter 3 so stay tuned for my next update!

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loganwritesprobably · 4 months ago

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I Can't Do This Anymore

Inspired by some chatting about Shanks I was doing with @fanaticsnail and @maritimebird

Content/Warnings: Shanks/GN!Reader, breaking up, arguing, hurt/no comfort, Shanks is characterised as a bad guy/ kind of toxic

Four years. Four entire years of your life dedicated to Red Haired Shanks. He was globally revered and respected, considered one of the strongest of a generation, a real contender for Pirate King as an apprentice and honorary son of Gol D. Roger. He was also a scumbag. It seemed like you were the only person who knew that, though, and frankly you were ashamed it'd taken you this long.

You'd woken up today feeling stronger than you had in ages, and when you sat for breakfast alone once again, you knew it was over. You were already gone, you'd emotionally left your partnership months ago, you'd just been hanging on for the sake of nostalgia, because of the man he'd been at first, who you'd wanted him to be. Who he hadn't been in a long time. Plus, you were finally coming up on an island and the Red Force would be docking, so you'd be able to completely leave Shanks, the ship and the crew. A clean break.

He wouldn't wake up for hours, you knew that now. No matter how many times you'd told him it would be nice to spend the morning together, to be quietly present for each other when you first woke up, he never stirred til after noon. It was because of his drinking of course, and you knew that, but he wouldn't cut back on that either. Why would he do that?

You left the kitchen before Lucky had even finished preparing breakfast with just a slice of toast in hand. You didn't feel like food this morning.

You sat on the deck with Beckman while he smoked, and you explained to him what you were about to do. He accepted it, had even seen it coming, and agreed to help you leave without Shanks clinging on or lingering on the island to try to make you come back.

When Shanks finally emerged after lunch had already been served, you headed to take a shower while Yassop and Hongo helped to pack up your stuff from Shanks' room, wanting to cause as little suspicion as possible.

Freshly washed, in the perfect outfit for the occasion which made you feel confident, you returned to the deck. Shanks sat with Beck, one smoking and the other drinking, idle chatter occasionally passing between them.

"Shanks, I need to talk to you." You said, interrupting whatever they'd been speaking about. "Sorry doll, I was just chatting with Beck, can you give me ten mi-" "No. I can't. This is more important." You said, voice firm, expression stony. "Oh c'mon just a few-" "No Shanks. Not this time. We can have this conversation here and now if you really want, I don't care, but it might be better for your ego to go somewhere more private." You said, and Benn awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, clearly wishing he was anywhere but there. "Go on then, gorgeous, what's up?" He asked, taking zero regard for your serious tone or the look on your face. Of course he didn't, nothing ruffled the feathers of Red Haired Shanks.

"You are, you overgrown child," you hissed, surprised as the words came out of your mouth, you'd been intending on separating peacefully but clearly that wasn't going to be happening, "I am sick of you, and your bullshit Shanks! This? Us? It's over, I'm done. I'm getting off at the next island, and I'm not coming back." Shanks paused, looking temporarily confused, before a smile came back over his face and it made your blood boil. "Oh c'mon, is this cause I missed breakfast? You know I try, I just don't do mornings. I'll try again tomorrow." You'd never wanted to strike someone more. "I don't know why I bothered even trying to have a conversation - I can't even have a damn argument with you! I'm fucking leaving, you cannot grin and laugh your way through or away from that. I'm leaving this ship, this crew - I'm leaving you." You couldn't stop your anger from pouring out in your words, your hands slightly trembling from the rage coursing through you. "That feels like a bit of a rush decision, love, are you sure you've really thought about that?" Shanks replied, now looking concerned for you, as if you were experiencing some sort of meltdown.

"Oh- I've never been so fucking angry. Rush? I've been planning on leaving you for months! I'm so tired of the way you treat me, Shanks. You treat me like I - and frankly like nothing else - matters! You can't just laugh and shrug all your problems away, and ignore my attempts to communicate and tell you when there's a problem in our relationship. I have dedicated four years of my life to you, and most of those years were spent being delusional and convincing myself that it wasn't that bad, and I just had to remember how could things could be. But they never went back to being that good. I'm not even sure they were that good to begin with, you just charmed me with your words." It was a lot to scream at someone in public, knowing the crew had all stopped what they were doing to listen to you, to witness what would happen when you raised your voice at the Captain like that. "There's no need to yell doll, c'mon. This should be private." You couldn't believe him. A wave of unstable, humourless laughter overcame you that you couldn't help releasing, and Benn eyed you warily. "Oh you are so lucky you're stronger than me, because if I thought I had any sort of chance, I'd attack you." You told him, still laughing just a little. It was a cruel sort of power imbalance between you really. "Is that a threat?" Shanks asked, and you pinched the bridge of your nose, the humour passing and being replaced by just.. exhaustion.

"Benn, my stuff is all packed, I'm going to go sit with it until we dock and then I'm gone." You said to the first mate before turning on your heel to walk away. "Where are you going? Are you seriously just walking away from me like that?" Shanks yelled after you, standing from his chair. "Yes! That's exactly what I just told you I was doing!" You replied, but you didn't turn to look back at him, just continued on your way.

When you docked, Shanks appeared to have disappeared. You hauled your stuff from the ship, and hugged the crew goodbye. It wasn't fair that you'd lose your friends just because you'd split with Shanks, but that was just the way of things. They were his men, not yours. You sat on top of a crate, rubbing hands over your face as you shoved down the rising tide of emotion in your chest.

"Hey," Benn said, stepping up to stand beside you, "if you ever need anything.. I mean it anything, just call." He said, handing you two pieces of paper. One piece held the number for his den den, while the other was blank - his vivre card. "Thank you." You said emphatically, and then he walked away, back to the crew.

You sat there, just observing, as the crew ran to quickly board their ship with their small restock, and undocked from the port, Shanks stood on the deck observing you.

The red force sailed away, and you heaved a deep sigh of relief. You finally felt like you could breathe again.

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misguidedasgardian · 1 year ago

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I want to steal the bride (3)

3. Measuring tape

MASTERLIST

Summary: Aemond accepts the hardest mission of all, infiltrate your own wedding at his own expense

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x BestFriend!Reader, Cregan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, use of “stereotypes”, Men seeing each other's pee pee, NUDITY, I don’t want to say “eating disorder” but I do will say inaccurate methods of dieting, extreme dieting even, might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 4k

Notes: I'm sorry I'm sticking to the script so religiously, I will get more creatie, no spoilers but I'm changing the ends a bit!

“Maid of honor”

Aemond nodded, looking at some point on the horizon, while his friend and his brother laughed his asses out

“That's funny stuff, but you're a guy”, laughed Aegon

“Go ahead, just get it out”, he said, finally looking ahead of him as they walk trough one of the main streets of King’s landing

“Oh, my…”, his brother whined rubbing his face

“So... so, what did you say? Did you say "yes"?”, asked Adam

“No”

“No?”, he asked, scandalized

“I didn't know what to say. I told her I'd think about it”, he said dismissively

“You need to think about whether or not that dress is gonna make your ass look big”, laughed Aegon

“Give me a break. Come on”, whined Aemond.

He felt like shit

The first time he realized his feelings, the very first time he thought of a woman who he’d like to spend his life with… you pull that on him, he didn't know how to deal

“Okay. All right, let me think'', said Adam, right now, he was the man Aemond trusted the most, “she really into this guy?”, he asked then

“Oh, you should have seen her, staring at him all moony, like he shits unicorns”, he barked, Aegon hissed

“Ohh, that's not good, bro”, his brother muttered

“I'm thinking you're gonna have to do this”, said Adam after a while, “you're gonna have to be the maid of honor”

“What?”, asked Aemond, “no way!”

“I'm serious!”, he answered, “think about it! This would give you an excuse to be around (y/n) all the time!”, thinking about it, it didn’t sound so bad, “helping her out, being the man behind the curtain... Huh?!”, Adam hit him slightly with his shoulder

“He is right!”, said Aegon

“You'd be her confidant!”, he continued

“And then you could use that time to point out to (Y/N) that this is really crazy and that she doesn't even know this guy at all!”, snapped Aegon, like he just discovered gunpowder

“No, no, no. I'm not gonna do that. No way. No”, said Aemond

“What?”

“No”, he sentenced, “I can’t”

“Look. Aemond, I don't know what your other options are, you have a better chance of stopping this wedding from inside than from another country!”, said Adam

“Besides, I don’t see how else you could get close enough to that bozo to poison him otherwise!”, added Aegon

“Ignoring that last part!”, chided Adam, “Come on, man, if you're serious and you really want (Y/N) back from this guy, you're gonna have to do whatever it takes!”, he said

That renew Aemond with hope

He was right

“Whatever it takes!”, he said, more confidently, they were passing by a store, and when he looked at the showcase, he saw himself… over a mannequin that was holding a dress like it was fitting him

“Whatever it takes!”, said Addam

“Besides, your maid of honor dress is going to be so beautiful”, giggled Aegon, and they both started laughing again

“Thank you”, Aemond said

So when he came back home, he called you with the good news

You had a maid of honor

So that had him the next day, right next to you, waiting in the lobby of an hotel

“I am so happy you're gonna do this”, you said, giving him the brightest of smiles, and the tightest of hugs. He placed his big hand by the side of your neck, just like he sussed to do and gave you a big kiss

It wasn’t strange, he used to fo that all the time

“My love, is my pleasure”, he purred, then he had his arm wrapped around your form, squeezing you by his side, where you belong, he thought, “for this wedding, I am willing to do whatever it takes”, he said, looking down at you, you wrapped your arm around him too and squeezed. He was so familiar to you

“Oh, I'm so excited”, you giggled

“Yeah, me too”, he said, his eye wouldn’t leave your form

“All right. So, let me tell you who the other bridesmaids you're gonna be”, you said excitedly

“Okay”, he was truly amused

“All right, there is Baela…”

“Baela? Great, I like Baela”, he said, content

“And she loves you”, you said back

“Oh, good”

“And my friend Walda from camp…”

“Walda? I don't know Walda”, he said dismissively

“Walda Frey, she's the best”, you said with a wide smile

“Okay…”

“And Cersei….”

“Oh, no”, he whined

“I had to, Aemond, she's my cousin!”, you said with an apologetic smile

“No, she hates me”, he said back,

“Well, you broke her heart…”, you muttered

“She broke my nose”, he said angrily

“That was an accident”, you said dismissively

“She hit me with her fist!”, he answered, chuckling, pointing at his nose, now he was worried, “I was completely honest with her when I said lLook, nothing serious", and she agreed…”

“Well, sometimes our hearts don't match our mouths”, you said lightly

“Oh, that's good. You should put that in the vows”, he hissed, you were still hiding something from him

“And…”, you began

“Yeah?”

“She's wanted to be my maid of honor since we were 5 years old, so now she's really gonna hate you”, you laughed, waving at the group that just go in, “There they are now”, now the Targaryen was truly worried

“Okay, well, as your maid of honor, I promise to keep the peace”

He did this for you

To win you back

The three of them walked towards them like they were in a a movie, your best friends, your cousin, the family you choose, they were all here because they loved you and cared for you, you were so happy, Aemond was terrified

Baela he knew, he liked her, she was smart, cunning and sweet all at once, of course he tried to… charm her… but she disarmed him in minutes, he was so impressed he ended up liking her even more

Walda seemed nice, he didn’t know her, but as you hugged her tightly he knew she was as sweet as you.

You were one of the best people you knew, so your friends had to be cut from the same cloth,, he was not going to find allies in them, they were good, kind, sweet

And then there was Cersei Lannister

“There she is!”, exclaimed Walda excitedly, you haven't seen her in a while

“Hello, good to see you”

“Oh, the bride-to-be!”, said Cersei excitedly, hugging you tightly

“I'm Aemond”, he gritted, offering her hand

“I'm Walda”, she answered, “very nice to meet you”

“Nice to meet you”, he said with a warm smile, “Baela, how are you doing? It's so good to see you too”, Baela was the only one who hugged him, and he hugged her back

“You too Aemond”

“Are you kidding me?”, barked Cersei, when she was the only one left to greet him

“Look at you, Cersei. How have you been?”, he said politely, she just drew a disgusted face and kept walking like he wasn’t even there

“That went great”, he whispered to you, you only stroked his arm calmly.

You walked inside the restaurant in the hotel, and took your seats around the table, you were looking all around them, excited. You ordered tea and sweet and salty treats, and they were brought to the table quite swiftly

“So, Aemond, have you met Cregan yet?”, Asked Baela, trying to make conversation

“Yes”, he answered shortly

“Isn't he dreamy?”, she asked back, smiling widely, excited for you

“Oh, absolutely”, he said with a smile so fake it hurted his cheeks

“Could someone please pass me the Splenda?”, Asked Cersei, faking a smile. Aemond went hastily, grabbing the ceramic bowl, “could someone who's not a misogynist pass the Splenda?”, she asked again, with disdain on her look, Aemond just left it there and Baela was the one to pass it to her

Luckily for you, your phone started ringing, you picked it up quickly, to avoid this drama that was being cocked

“Hello?”

“Thank you, Baela”, muttered Cersei

“It's Cregan, you guys”, you said excitedly, and the table resounded all the comically romantic “aws”

“Hi, babe, one sec”, you stood up from the table and walked away to be able to hear him better

“They're so cute”, Walda said with a smile

“Okay, we only have nine days before we leave for Winterfell, so we have to act quickly”, started Baela

“Exactly. I've been a MOH six times so I'll organize everything that needs to be done”, said Cersei quickly, “even though I'm not officially the MOH here”, she said sipping on her tea, a frown on her face

“What is a MOH?”, asked Aemond, looking at all of them

“M-O-H”, bit Cersei

“Oh, maid of honor”, said Baela with a calming smile, “that's you”, she said pointing at Aemond

“Oh, that's clever”, he said, he was trying, he was, but having Cersei throwing daggers at him wasn’t helping

“So, we've got the bridal shower, the bachelorette, dress fittings, the kilt…”, said Baela who had actually brought pen and paper and was writing everything down

“I'll do the kilts”, said Cersei

“Okay”, nodded Baela, writing this down, “Uh, we also have to go shopping for (Y/N)'s trousseau”, she said with a suggesting tone and moving her eyebrows up and down

“That's gonna be fun”, offered Walda, smiling cheekily

“Trousseau? What is a trousseau?”, asked Aemond

“It's lingerie”, said Baela, and Aemond coughed roughly, “for her wedding night”

“Oh”, he whined, uncomfortable, while Walda rubbed his back to offer comfort

“How do you expect to be a good MOH if you don't even know that?”, mocked Cersei

“She's talking to me”, admired Aemond

“No, I didn't”, she said back

“You just did”, he said, already losing his patience

“Oh, I'm sorry, Aemond, did I break a rule?”, she said her unnerving calming demeanor

“Oh, um, how about we focus on the wedding part?”, offered Walda with as sweet smile

“Good idea. Let's do that”, said Aemond

“Okay, I need dress sizes”, muttered Baela, who wanted all hands on deck

“I'm a four”, said Cersei

“Eight”, muttered Walda, the table was quiet all of a second

“You know, Walda, uh, do you think that maybe you'd just be more... comfortable in, like, a 12?”, asked Baela hiding her face in a cup of tea

“No, it'll be fine. I'm doing the dr. Riverbed fast”, she said excitedly

“Oh, yeah”, acknowledged Baela

“What is that?”, asked Aemond, starting to get a bit scared

“Uh, water, peach resin, apple pectin, shark extract and Lawry's seasoning salt”, said Walda, taking out a bottle from her purse

“What about food?”, asked Aemond, horrified

“Look, I am going to look amazing in that dress, I am going to meet a Northerner man and I'm gonna be happy. Write down an 8” , she said decisively

“Got it”, said Baela, concerned

“You don;t have to do that Walda, you look great…”, started Aemond

“What's your dress size, maid of honor?”, mocked Cersei, interrupting him

“I don't know. What's your jock size, Cersei?”, he bit back

“Okay, guys. That's enough. It's enough!”, snapped Baela, everyone got quiet around the table, “Sorry, but will you guys look at (y/n), please?”, you waved awkwardly when all the eyes of the table were in you, that were still speaking to Cregan on the phone, “Okay, she's happy, finally”, she said then, turning back to them, “so, could you please, (y/n), let's all just get along, hook a smile on our faces and pretend like everything is perfect”

“Okay, fine. Okay”, snapped Cersei. The air around the table was tense, very tense, but as soon as you approached, they all broke into aa nervous, and obviously fave, laughter

“Oh, my God. That's great”, you said, visibly relaxed

“What did he say?”, asked Walda, “How's he doing?”

“Oh, he's so sweet”, you said with dreamy eyes and an excited smile on your face

“Isn't that great…”, muttered Aemond

“How's it going?”, you asked, nervously

“Great”, said Aemond simply

“Good. Really good”, admitted Baela

“Fantastic. Fantastic”, said Walda sipping on her beverage

“I mean, it is pretty much done”, said Baela, “all organized”

“Perfect”, muttered Cersei, you looked at all of them, doubting them seriously

“Really?”, you asked, amazed, “you guys don't know how much this means to me”, you said smiling widely

The reunion ended shortly after, and, soon you were getting ready to leave, Baela pulled you aside, to speak to you about something important, while Cersei approached Aemond

“Aemond?”, she called, he rolled his eyes but then turned around with a smile, preparing for another round

“Yes”, he said, seeking patience out of unknown places

“Here”, she said, giving him a colorful card with a woman’s name written on it

“What is this?”

“Uh, she does bridal-shower entertainment”, she said dismissively, like this act of “kindness” pained her, “I hired her for Baela's sister's shower, and (y/n) loved it”, she continued with a shy smile, “she reads tarot cards and stuff”

“Oh, that's great”, said Aemond, visibly relieved, “Thank you, Cersei”

“I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for (Y/N)”

“Okay”, he accepted that, nodding, they were all here for you, weren’t you?, “thank you,

for (Y/N)”, he nodded and she rolled her eyes

“It should've been me”, she mumbled as she walked away

Again, as you were saying his your goodbyes, Aemond wrapped an arm around you, protectively, it felt out of hand but no so strange, he was touchy with you, always has been

“I'll talk to you tomorrow”, promised Baela, “bye, Aemond”

“Goodbye”, he said with a smile

“Bye, Walda”

“See you. Nice meeting you”, she said, smiling widely. Once they left, Aemond turned to you

“I just had a very nice bonding moment with Cersei”, he said with a wide smile

“i’m so glad!”, you answered, surprised, “Can I ask you a favor?”, you asked him with that sweet voice Aemond has no choice but to say…

“Sure”

“My mother and grandmother are coming into town tomorrow and I have so much to plan, I was wondering if you and your boys could entertain Cregan for the day”, you asked excitedly

“Entertain him?”, he asked, frowning, that made you worry, Cregan was to be your husband, and Aemond was your best friend, you wanted them to get along

“Yeah, just kind of get to know him and stuff”, you explained, with hope in your voice

“Sure”, he said simply. You hugged him tightly

“Thank you!”, you finally released him, to Aemond’s dismay, and, looking up at him

“This means so much to me, really, I love him and I wish you both can get along, I mean, I love both of you. It is only natural you get along too, right?”

Love

Aemond’s chest tightened

“Yeah”, he tried to smile, and you seemed convinced

“I need to go, meet him, but, I’ll see you”, you said with a wide smile, “I’m so excited for you! you’ll expand your horizons! in the North!, meet some nice Northerner women”, you teased

“Yeah, I’m not so sure about that, i don’t want to ruin anything”, he said

“Thanks”, you gave him a kiss on the cheek, and you walked away

This was going to be harder than the both of you ever imagined

“So, from Winterfell, uh? Tell me, are you more proud of Winter cheesecake or frosty butter fingers?, asked Aegon to Cregan

“None of those things are from the North I think”, he answered weirdly, Aegon just pouted comically

“So, wait, you invited this guy to play ball with us?”, asked Criston to Aemond

“Yeah, he's the competition”, explained Aemond, it sounded better on his head, “I need to get to know his strengths and weaknesses”

“That is smart actually”, said Addam approvingly, “Is that… shirt yours?”, asked Addam, awkwardly

“Yeah, it's my shirt”, muttered Aemond, he didn’t want to admit it, but regan wore it best

“That's your shirt?”, asked Criston

“Yeah. Looks good on him, huh?”, he said sadly

“Looks real good”, laughed Criston

“Why don't you play with him?”, asked Aemond, Criston could see he was concerned so he just nodded, understanding that his friend needed to… measure himself against this guy. “thanks”

“Hey, Cregan, have you ever played basketball before?”, asked Addam lightly

“We would call this netball”, his accent fascinated the friends, “Um, back in Winterfell, it's more of a woman's game”, now they didn’t find him as endearing, “so, no, I don't have much experience”, he said, bouncing the ball on his hands

“I do”, said Larys Strong, “you need one more?”, he asked wiggling his eyebrows

“We're good”, dismissed Criston

“All right”, he adjusted the transparent plastic glasses he used and ran away from them

The boys placed themselves over the court, everyone looking at each other,

“All right, boys, you ready?”, asked Aegon, finding this whole ordeal very entertaining

“Yeah. I am”, so the whistle indicated the start of the game and the five started moving quickly

Now, Addam, Aemond, Aegon and Criston played constantly together, so they moved swiftly, as they started passing the ball between each other with skill, and avoiding the other team swiftly

Cregan immediately was struggling

“Gotta use your hands there”, corrected Addam, as it was too easy for him to steal the ball fro the Northerner, who growled frustrated

Criston and Aemond were not playing nice either, Aemond was revealing his lack of skill with the ball, and enjoyed taunting him as he passed him.

“You alright there?”, asked Criston, already losing his mind

He managed to steal the ball from Aegon, and passed it over to Cregan, who tried to pass by Aemond

“I'm open, I'm open!”, said Addam, Cregan attempted to pass the ball onto him, but it was easily intercepted by Aemond, who scored right after

“There we go”, he grunted happily.

Cregan might be handsome, strong, big, rich, may own a distillery, he may have won your love and admiration, may be your fiancé, but Aemond was winning on basketball, a sport Cregan didn’t even play, and he felt so good because of it.

“You gotta hold on to the ball, man”, growled Criston, frustrated

It was almost too easy

They kept playing, Criston tried and tried to connect with Cregan, and he was struggling, didn’t get the rhythm, he managed to catch the ball and avoid Aegon, tried to pass it on to Criston but Aemond was there ready to intercept him, and scored himself

“There you go”, muttered Criston, seeing some improvement, “that was good”

Cregan and Criston got the ball again, actually Cregan managed to pass it on and Criston scored for their team

“Here you go”, Criston grunted, a bit more pleased

“Okay, back to you! put it in the basket1”, he demanded as they kept playing

Aemond was weirdly quiet, measuring his “enemy”, seeing when to strike and he did it good, he was actually good at this game

The other team came up strong, retaking the ball and playing Criston and Cregan back up again

“The guy's a chump”, grunted Criston to Aemond, who only smiled widely

Criston stole the ball from Addam, and looked up to find Cregan standing close tot he zone

“Yo!”, he called, more decisively

Cregan was just in the zone, and Criston passed the ball, he managed to grab it against his chest firmly, he looked up, but seemed lost as he had an incredible opportunity to score

“Just put it in the basket!”, demanded Criston who was about to start ripping his hair with his own hands

“Go ahead!”, screamed Addam, “put it in the basket!”, Cregan didn’t need to be told again, and in a movement that seemed like he was doing it in slow motion, he jumped, so high they couldn’t believe what they were seeing, and then with both hands, buried the ball in the basket, almost grabbing onto it

The four guys stared with their mouths wide open as Cregan landed easily on the ground, after giving them the greatest dunk they had ever seen en amateur basketball

“Sorry, guys, huh?”, he said, when he didn’t understand why they were so impressed

“Did you see that!?”, asked Aegon, who wanted to faint

“Probably not allowed to stuff it in the net”, he said apologetically. He thought he did something wrong as everyone was looking at him amazed and surprised

“He dunks the ball!”, said Criston, he couldn’t believe his eyes

“Sorry, sorry”, continued Cregan, grabbing the ball again, ready to keep playing

“He dunks the ball!”, said Addam, horrified

“That was awesome!”, said Criston, as Aemond was throwing daggers at him, “you can dunk!”

“He can dunk”, muttered Aemond, defeated

“That is awesome”, said Criston, looking at Cregan

“Wait, if that's allowed, why don't you guys all do it?”, he asked

“Yeah, if we could, we would. Right?”, mocked Aegon

That is all that Cregan needed to beat them alongside Criston, they ended up playing two against three and they dunked the ball so many times they lost track of the score

Cregan was happy to be able to keep up with the boys, and sadly for Aemond, all his friends seemed almost charmed with the Northerner, as he was completely horrified

His enemy was even more formidable than he expected

The worst part is?

Cregan is not even competing with him!

the bastard wasn’t even trying!

“Good game, yeah. Good game”, they greeted each other as they went back to the locker rooms. Cregan went straight to take a shower, while Aegon and Addam approached Aemond, who looked like he had seen a ghost

He's gonna be more competition than he thought.

“I love that guy”, Aegon laughed

“You all right?”, Addam asked, palming Aemond on the back

“Yeah”, he said without any energy left

The approached the open shower, where Cregan was cleaning himself, Aemond was about to get in, getting undressed, he could see that Cregan wasn’t shy, he was there naked in a room with a bunch of guys he had never met before, but when he turned around, Aemond could see why

“Holy…sh-”, he cursed, as he seemed to by looking straight at the sun

He, Criston, Aegon, Addam and even Larys stood there, watching Cregan who was smiling back at them, cleaning himself

“Look at his meat sausage! ITS HUGE!”, mumbled Larys, Criston, who was by his side, covered his mouth, and the spell seemed to wear off as they all looked away

Aemond’s hand instinctively went to his lower belly, thinking, horrid, how you probably had sex with him already, shit, did it hurt? How could he compete with that? CREGAN WAS FUCKING PACKING

“We gotta get some dirt on this guy”, said Criston as soon as he got him alone, “I got a guy I use when a spouse suspects infidelity”, he said quickly, speaking about his jobs as a lawyer, “everybody's got skeletons in their closet, nobody's squeaky clean and my guy's the best”, he said firmly

“I don't know, it just seems so cheap”, whispered Aemond

“Don't worry, it won't be. I'll charge double because you're rich”, he said with a smirk

“I mean, it's a cheap thing to do”, he said seriously

“He plays cheap”, he answered simply, “you gotta match that”

“How does Cregan play cheap?”, he asked then

“That thing with (y/n), being Northerner, making her fall in love with him in Winterfell…”, he said, frowning, “when she was up there, alone… with his… basketball abilities…”

“That monster thing of his…”, chipped in Larys. Aemond seemed to think about it

“Fine. Get the dirt”, he said simply

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moonlight-starlight-lady01 · 9 months ago

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[Warnings: cussing, planning to manipulate, bullies, harassment, that's pretty much it]

(A/n: Sorry, I've been inactive, but now im gonna write on this blog. Im just gonna write invader zim shit and other stuff made by that creator.)

"Hey y/n, i got a dare for you!" One of the dumb popular girls yelled out loud to you at the lunch table.

"What is it. Im all ears!" You yelled back. Not wanting to look like a coward to your friends you agreed to it.

"I dare you to hook up with a cringe lame ass boy in this school and then break their heart after." She said confidence running through her.

"Sure, anymore details?" You asked, not gonna lie you wished you hadn't agreed. That's fucking mean. Who would even think of that.

"Ok so. Heres the plan, you get with a boy at this school. Make them fall in love with you. Then ask them out to the dance next month, and right when they announce king and queen were going to dump shit all over him then take pictures. Then after were going to post it on every single social media platform there is." The dumb girl said with a mean glint in her eye.

This made you think for a second. This was cruel. Mean. Why would you have fun doing this. But, you dont want to look like a coward to your popular friends.

The dumb girl smirked and looked around the cafeteria. She had looked for a bit and gasped with her eyes widening. She then went by you and whispered in your ear. "I know who you're going to prank."

"Oooo, who will i be pranking then?" You said with a fake smirk on your face.

"Dib membrane."

Dib membrane?! The kid believes in aliens and ghosts and paranormal shit. The kid that is the son of the professor membrane! Sure, nobody really liked him. BUT, of all people, the son of Professor Membrane! Does this girl want you to die in real life? What would happen if he gets pranked tells his father, and then his father fires your dad from working there. Then you would have no money. Your mom and dad would lose your home, and then you would be homeless. Then you would be-

"EARTH TO Y/N! Hello! Earth to y/n!!!!"

"Huh, wha-"

"So, you want to prank him or not?" The mean girl spoke with pure venom in her voice.

This was bad. You should have said no. You should have just not skipped detention. You looked at the mean girl and then sighed.

"When do i start?"

It was the end of the day, and everyone was leaving the "hi-skool." You planned on finding Dib at his Locker, then walk home with him. You live in the same exact neighborhood he does. You're basically his neighbor. But guilt filled your gut. This was gonna be mean. But you have to. Dont look like a coward, is what you say to yourself all the time now.

Going around the corner in the hallway, you see Dib at his locker fidgeting with something. You slowly walk up to him. He didn't even realize you were there until you cleared your throat.

He looked up to you in surprise. His eyes widened a bit in shock that a popular girl was right there by him.

You finally got to see his full face. He had his signature round glasses on, but he has piercings in his ears. Some pimples hear and there. You also noticed that he painted his fingernails black.

"Hey, there!" You said with a big grin. Trying to be the most welcoming you have ever been. But, he just stared at you in confusion.

"Hey....?"

Woah, you forgot that Dib is maturing. Since when did his voice not sound like a kid anymore?! You asked yourself in your thoughts. Of course, you guys were in the 12th grade. But like damn.

"Isn't your name Dib?" You said, pouting your lips out to look cute. And then, using your fingers to fidget with your long h/c that was tied up in a high pony tail.

He looked at you like you were crazy. "Yea..?" He said, confused, then he grabbed his books and shoved them in his backpack, and started to walk off.

This made you panic. Was he not into you?! You had to think and fast before he left the school.

He stared at you and said; "Look if you're trying to make fun of me, just dont ok. I know your little popular group of fake friends is around here somewhere!"

"Uh, so! What are you doing after school?" You asked, running up to him and starting to walk with him.

Actually, none of your friends were here they were at cheer practice. "Nooo, i just wanted to know what you were doing after school." You said, still fidgeting with your hair. Plus, all of my friends are at cheer practice"

He gave you a skeptical look. But, sighed. "I was going to go home." He said with slight annoyance, stirring in his voice.

"Oooo, me too. We live in the same neighborhood, we can walk together!" You said smiling again and then grabbing your purse strap.

You could tell Dib didn't want to walk with you. But, luckily, gaz walked with Dib, so he didn't talk much, nor did Gaz. But you had a trick up your sleeve.

"Hey, is that a piggy slave game?"

Gaz eyes widened in shock. "You know the piggy slave games?" She asked in all honesty.

"I sure do. I have 'piggy of destruction 1' and 'piggy of slaves 2' AND 'piggy of the bacon clan 3'.-" you looked around to see if anyone was listening."-i even have the 'ultimate piggy slave'."

Gaz face turned in surprise. The ultimate piggy slave was so rare to have.

Meanwhile, you and Gaz were talking. Dib was staring at you in suspension again. 'One of the popular girls is here trying to talk to Gaz and me. This is definitely Zim's doing.' Dib thought to himself.

"So, Dib, what's ya got there?" You asked, going right beside him and looking at the weird device in his hands. It looked like a controller that would control a remote car. But it had a scanner on the front, and it kept beeping. Weird symbols that you didn't recognize popped up on the little rectangle green-ish screen.

"Oh, u-uh. It's a ghost reader. It can detect ghosts and spirits. Most of the time." Dib said in a teaching tone. He was suspicious of yours, but he would never miss a moment to teach someone about the paranormal, let alone give him their attention.....

"WOW, that's cool!" You said, looking at the device with a big grin. Dib was shocked. He was ready for a smart ass remark. Or a "ghosts aren't real."

"R-really?" Dib said in shock. "You mean it?"

"Well, duh, of course. I've seen them." To this statement, Dib eyes widened, and he went right in your face and said.

"YOU HAVE?!" After that, Dib was barbonding you with questions. 'How old were you?' And 'what did it look like?' And 'were was it at?', Ect.

You thought it would be hard for him to open up to you and actually talk to you, but you thought wrong because now you have his number and Gaz. You made a mental note later to text him.

The walk to your guys neighborhood was short from Dib talking and rambling.

After walking with them up to their home. You stopped at the fence.

"Well, that was fun. I will see you guys tomorrow?" After a pause, you saw them nodding. "Well, then goodbye, Gaz! Goodbye Dib~." You said, making sure the Dib part sounded flirtatious. You could see a pink dust fall gently on his cheeks as you turned and walked along the sidewalk to your house.

Hopefully, you could get this done before the dance.

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meili-sheep · 2 years ago

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How do you think Diluc’s harem would react to someone flirting with Diluc?

/nf I don’t even know if your still doing these things 🧍

I am always up for more Diluc Harem! I am sorry this is so late. I've been in the last hour of school, and it's been a weird "stop AND NOW RUN!" I have been nearly forgetting everything. But I put alarms on my phone for a reason!

ANY WAY SORRY THIS IS A LATE HAREM WITH SOMEONE FLIRTING WITH DILUC. GO!

Albedo

See, Albedo is probably one of the more confident people here. And like real confidence. Not prideful, and not faux confidence. Real pure confidence.

So someone flirting with Diluc would be totally unphased. But he might start taking not to see what Diluc is respective to. Because he knows Diluc would not be respected at all and does his best to shut it down. But if there is a slight reaction, Albedo would like to know and then try the line himself because if it managed to break through Diluc's defense with a strange what would happen if he said?

And Albedo loves nothing more than Diluc's reactions.

Ayato

Ayato is a little more jealous. He does try not to because he trusts Diluc. But he's just a little more possessive. So while his initial reaction is to be annoyed, he sort of likes seeing Diluc get a little aggressive and put people down. He'd probably watch a moment, and then if the person would not give up, he would probably step in and just kiss Diluc in front of everyone. Much to Diluc's great embarrassment, but Diluc's not gonna protest that much. He's just gonna need a moment that Ayato will happily accompany.

Childe

So Childe is impuslive. He kind of just does a lot of stuff without thinking. But he's also a little clueless about certain things. So it would take him a minute to realize that someone is flirting with Diluc. It probably would end up with them getting touchy with Diluc.

And well depending on the touch, there might be a lost hand. But that would totally be passed on Diluc's comfort and reaction enough. Because you can't tell me Childe isn't a King of respecting boundaries. Like He just pulls out a knife and diluc just gives him a look that says "No don't kill him, but you can kick him out" and Childe is just a happy puppy he picks up this person and literally drops the kids them out.

Eula

So Eula is a little more insecure. And has this thing about not wanting to taint Diluc's image with her name. So she would just sit quietly. And just a little sad. But Diluc would quickly notice and probably ignore whoever was flirting with him and go sit and have a good time with Eula.

Itto

Now if Childe is a dumb golden retriever boyfriend Itto is 10x worst. He would totally not realize the person is flirting with Diluc and would actively join in thinking they are just talking bout how great Diluc is. And he would get so super into it and just energetic that I think the person flirting would just give up. Because they just can not match Itto's energy and just pure love.

Kaveh

So we all know Kaveh has a lot of pride. And I think that would extend to his pride in being a good boyfriend. So he combined with his total faith in Diluc as the "sweet person," He would really only feel the end to outdo the person in flirting.

And While I think he's a little awkward and dramatic at times, it's all charming because he's simply so passionate and care so much. Diluc probably liked that best about Kaveh, just how much he can care and keep caring despite how hurt he might get.

Thoma

So there isn't a lot to say here because Thoma's just a sweet guy, and he and Diluc would just both kind of ignore the person flirting until they got the message.

It might be a little different afterward, with Thoma feeling like he needs to give Diluc more attention and affection because clearly, people haven't noticed that Diluc's in a relationship with him.

Xiao

Xiao is the kind of person who tolerates other people for Diluc. But he would not tolerate someone flirting or touching Diluc. So the moment it starts the person flirting with Diluc would just feel a murderous aura. And see the Adeptus just glaring at them from probably like a rafter or something and then they leave, letting Xiao take their seat. While Diluc just chuckles to himself.

Zhongli

Now Zhongli has age and confidence on his side. But he'd take an interest in new flirting techniques and, like Albedo would watch a moment before going up to the person flirting with Diluc and asking them questions. Definitely does a "back in my day" line and tries an old pick up line on Diluc. Which to be fair, it is only effective because Zhongli is using it.

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fandomworld9728 · 3 months ago

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Only Love Can Hurt Like This - Chapter 4:

"Come on Angie. Stop your mopin' and party with me. It'll make ya feel better~"

This wasn't working. Angel came out with Cherri as a way to distract himself from the pain and all this new free time. Usually, the Sinner would be hanging out with Luci on his rare days off. However, that wasn't an option anymore.

"I'm sorry Cherri. You know I love seein' ya, but I don't think I'm up for this scene tonight."

"Alright. Talk to me, bitch. What's got your party breaks on and stuck?"

"...You know how most hellborns hate us Sinners? Well, he told me that I was restorin' his faith in Sinners. Then I go and pull shit like this!"

"Holy shit..." Lightly rubbing her best friend's back, the cyclops hadn't realized just how happy this guy had made him.

"I don't know what to do Cherri. The pain and guilt are eatin' me alive. Especially since he confided in me."

"Then get your ass over there and be with this guy."

"But Valentino-"

"Fuck Valentino."

"Cherri Bomb!"

She tried so hard not to laugh at the scandalized sounding gasp that came from the spider demon. This shit was serious, and her bestie needed her. She could laugh about it later.

"This guy, Luci, makes you happy, yeah? Like for real happy. And probably has the power or connections to get you out of this crap ass deal. so, just go for it."

"The whole point of leaving was so he wouldn't get mixed up in my shitty problems! And one of the best things about him was that he respected my decision to handle this myself..."

It was wonderful. Luci would always remind Angel that he would help him with anything. All he had to do was ask. But at the same time, he trusted him to handle himself. Believed that he could take care of himself. The only time the other demon would cross that line was if Angel was in major trouble.

For the first time in years, Angel truly felt like himself again. For once, someone saw him as more than just the porn star or the fun party guy. He could just be... Anthony.

"Then all I got left to offer is getting fucked up enough to forget about it all for tonight."

Why not? No different from what he usually did to cope with it all. What was one more night of self-destruction?

"Lucifer. You need to get out of bed. It's been a week. I mean, I'm glad you aren't completely neglecting yourself, but you need to bathe. And change your bedding."

Dirty dishes and old take-out containers littered around the large bedroom told Asmodeus that the king was at the very least eating. While that was a good sign, not leaving bed for a week... It was like Lilith had left him all over again.

Which meant he had been right. Lucifer had fallen again. All the signs were there, yet the other Sins wouldn't believe him. If they saw the mess their brother was right now, they'd finally get it through their thick, stubborn skulls. But that wasn't important right now.

Right now, his baby brother needed him. If this demon had meant so much to him to warrant this reaction, why had he let go so easily? The Sin of Lust was tempted to find out who this guy was and demand answers. Why had he hurt Lucifer so badly? Though that investigation could wait. First thing's first. Getting this man a bath.

That task had been easier than he had thought it would be. After Lilith left the fallen angel at least had some fight left in him to try and be stubborn about being 'babied' and wanting to just be alone to wallow in his own misery. What happened to his brother?

Clean and dressed in a fresh pair of clothes, Lucifer finally spoke up while Asmodeus was towel drying his hair. That was a good sign that they were on the right track.

"He didn't know that I was the King of Hell, Oz. He didn't care about my position within Hell. H-He actually knew, cared about, and wanted just me."

Ah. That's why this is hitting him so hard. "I am so sorry Lulu. Do you know why he broke things off so suddenly?"

"No. All he said was that he couldn't see me anymore."

"Well, you don't need him baby. You are Lucifer fucking Morningstar. The King of Hell. The Sin of Pride. The best person I have ever met. An adorable, loveable dork. A badass who can get anyone he wants."

"Thank you, Ozzie. But... I don't want anyone else. I want him. He's just so... you know?"

Oh, he knows. The Sin of Lust had his own troubles in the love department. He knew exactly what his fellow Sin was trying to say.

"Who is this guy anyways?"

"Anth- ... A-Angel Dust."

"The porn star? Never thought you'd fall for a guy like that. He must be something special for you to lose yourself because of a Sinner."

"Yeah. He really is."

It was going to be a long and hard road to recovery, but Asmodeus would be with him every step of the way.

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motogpnewbie · 1 month ago

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Finally got around to continuing my Marc race binge

Catalunya 2010 125cc Race (Notes and Commentary under the cut)

Them talking to Aki Ayo about if Marc is feeling the pressure and his saying “no, I think he was hungry to win, still now but he is a very calm boy, I think Marc understands that the championship is important, I hope he remembers that during the race” *stares at 2015 season* Marc how where you more level headed as a 17 yr old like come on you could have had a 9th title if you weren’t so committed to throwing the bike down the road if you weren’t winning (glad you learnt from that king, sorry it took a painful divorce to do it but glad all the same)

the 9th title also could have happened 2011 or 2020 but nope injury

At this point in the season Marc is 3rd in the championship on a run of 3 wins going into this race, Pol is 2nd and Terol is 1st.

(Not the point but the closer I get to Aragon the more I feel a massive rant about Krummenacher coming on once I get there)

Why do I keep forgetting that Zarco is older than Marc, like Marc is one of the youngest on this grid

(Also not about this race but I just remembered seeing something about a race weekend during 2011 or 12 were Marc got fined because he flipped Scott Redding off at the end of practice because he said something rude)

Front Row does Marc, Pol, Bradley Smith, and Terol

There’s a guy with the last name Rossi on this grid but I don’t think he’s Italian

WARM UP LAP (its always so fun to see how different riders do their warm up laps)

There talking a lot about the temperature (worried about tires maybe)

Also I forgot that Catalunya wasn’t near beginning of the season back then

Marc is 11 points of 1st place

The commentators saying its gonna be tough to beat Marc

Marc on and leading from pole (I am shocked 🤥)

NO Tito crashed ( I don’t know much about Tito but I know he’s really friends with Marc and Alex)

Marc lying during the press conference saying oh I don’t think its a race someone with get away at the front, Marc you liar you know you could have done it (he truly is the most humble person ever but he also has confidence the rest of the grid wished they had

Not them pitting Pol and Marc against each other because there Catalan and its their home race

Marc having fastest lap likely place for him to be

Marcs dad really has had thing finger crossing habit since the beginning (also Alex hey he looks so young but at least he looks his age at 14 unlike Marc who looked 8)

Gap over a second Marc again you liar what do you mean you think no one will be able to break away

(Also forgot to add this at the beginning but they said Marc reminded them of a young Dani)

New circuit record from Marc and guess who he took it from yep Krummenacher (was Aragon his revenge like dude I’ll never be over that like why, was it worth the disqualification)

Well at least there’s a battle between Pol, Bradley and Nico to keep it interesting because Marcs checked out

Another crash a French rider, I think he hurt his ankle he got taken off on a stretcher

Also I need Marc in darker leathers again like truly 2010, 11 and 12 the leathers were immaculate

Zarco down in 13th at least it prepared him for his Honda years

Another crash by a Norwegian rider

Not really much of Marc he really has checked out with his 2 second lead and their more focused on the battle for 2nd

Pol just took fastest lap

Them interviewing Aleix give me a Alex interview

Talking about tough times in Spain as a reason for empty grandstands (was there a financial crisis at the time?)

Bradley Smith back up into 2nd

Marcs whole career he’s either had really shitty starts or really good starts like terms no in-between (he had a good one here)

Also a 4 second lead Marc don’t humiliate them like that (like 125cc is marketed as close racing Marc your ruining their promotion)

Although there’s still battles further back just not for the win

From 5th to 6th there is 21 second gap that’s kinda crazy

I forgot how much i missed Gavin Emmett and Nick Harris has commentators (I’ve only watched Marcs 2013 season fully, I’m gonna rewatch it when I get to his premier class career so I can take notes)

I’m also thinking of going back to the start of the video pass (2003) and watching vales career and taking notes like a am for Marc and I might alternate between which one I’m watching

7 laps left still a 4 second gap

I’m waiting for the commentators curse to kick in with my hands covering my eyes cause they keep saying everyone thought Marc would win and know I’m nervous

Terol and Pol keeping it interesting with their battle for 3rd

If Marc wins this with the results remaining the same (Smith 2nd, Pol 3rd, Nico 4th) Marc is gonna leave here leading the championship (3rd to 1st)

Its the way no one had him as a contender at the start and now there like wow he may win this like that a crazy 4 weeks for him (Mugello to this race)

They are really running when this Marc reminds us of Dani (so my question is when did the comparisons switch from Dani to Vale

Marc 4 1/2 seconds in the lead (Marc your incredible)

Love that they call him the pocket rocket

Gap from 4th to 5th 34 seconds again that crazy in 125 race

They really love Bradley (I also like Bradley, he was on the podium when Marc was booed and chanted Marcs name (it was pre sepang as well I think which makes the booing more insane))

Marc already has a big fan club, I love that

1 lap to go

No Bradley (he gone from 2nd to 4th)

Pol and Nico could have just crashed each other out

Terol crashed out which means he loses the lead and Marc is now leading the championship (hope he’s okay it looked nasty especially for his shoulder)

Marc the youngest to win 4 in a row (I think he takes that record from Vale)

Podium is Marc 1st, Smith 2nd, Pol 3rd

Emilio calling Marc and incredible boy I’m moved (what happened between them, why did they part ways?)

They just said we look for the new Rossi (they said they was a bit unfair to say) but they said they’ve found the new top youngster

Burnout for Marc love it

Love that he won his home race

Bradleys best result of the season

Them saying the only thing that can stop Marc is Marc and ain’t that the truth

They called him a rare talent

Also hello again Alex

Marc and his emotional attachment to his red bull

He’s a lot calmer in parc ferme here

Poor Marc not being allowed champagne on the podium (he was in mugello but that’s cause the age is lower) he’s shaking his little red bull can instead

Onto Sacshenring

#Marc races #marc marquez #kinda love that as soon as marc got that first win he was like oh i can do this all the time now #everyones like omg and hes like what like its hard #i love him #also his baby face #its not as bad as 2008 but its still there like thats not a 17 year old

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theomnicode · 2 years ago

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im curious- do you think saitama has romantic love on the mind at all? is romantic love a high priority for him(after all, he's only human) or do you think that personal connections is all he needs to create fulfillment and meaning in his life? i personally dont know if he could even be in a relationship, he's so depressed. i think his deep relationship with genos(whether platonic or romantic) is what makes him want to move forward and live and grow... i dont think that their relationship being platonic would make it any less deep tbh.

anyway i ask this because a lot of people, especially reddit, is so focused on who saitama wants to date when im not really sure if thats in the cards for him. i also dont think the only alternative to the silly psychic sisters/saitama ships is saigenos, as much as i enjoy it. what do you think as someone who is a lot more involved in this fandom? i think your analysis is always very interesting to read and would love to hear your thoughts, sorry for rambling so much lol x

Oh do I think Saitama has romance in mind?

Yes, yes I do in fact, I have made bunch of meta centered around Saitama and romance and it has been asked of me in the past and I cannot even recall every single one, you'd probably have a to dig a lot. But most notable hints are ofc the media Saitama consumes, which center strictly around both romance and battle shounen and shoujo specifically. One doesn't really consume media on their free time if it holds no interest to them.

Saitama being romantic at heart

Love is in the air

Saitama's journey in self-confidence

And literally pertaining this:

Me when people say Saitama doesn't seem like the romantic type

But it's not just limited to that, but also the amount of shoujo elements and romantic elements in seinen, like sunsets, sparkles, late night dinners, cozy slice of life, romantic outros (ending anime songs), references, you name it.

Reason why it's so appealing to the female demographic in japan I bet when most of OPM fans are ladies instead of guys in there, or so I've heard haha.

Also, Saitama is depressed yes, but he's finding a lot of help to his depression from the people around him, the lack of connections being one of the biggest reasons for his depression after all as he says in the King chapter. Not having relatability with others causes him to feel Othered by the society itself and not know how to live in it.

Tbh, I'd personally want him to find more happiness in life like he wants in the audiobooks. :)

I'd be kinda sad if he didn't find that kind of fullfillment eventually. That and it would definitely break my heart if Genos found nothing but platonic response from Saitama, after all and everything he has done so far. But such is life sometimes. It doesn't make their relationship less deeper even if they did nothing, but still. :/

(Tbh Genos hasn't been very platonic in a long while lol, he even borrowed Saitama's underwear in hotpot as Murata-sensei said. It's hard to not notice and I think Saitama has.)

I just think Sai is very subtle lol. But we'll see if he actually gets physically affectionate with Genos, then you know for sure hah.

Genos already armless glomped him, we need a glomp back to get even.

But yea, if I saw a good dynamic for Saitama specifically, I might also check out that avenue in terms of shipping. I just don't personally think romantic SaiBuki or SaiTats are my thing. Some people ship SaiKing which is wholesome but again, I tend to personally think them as great friends. SaiAmai would be...interesting. I'd like to see more of Amai-mask in general, their chemistry and how their character dynamic evolves. One fling man? Genos would disagree.

One of my friends ships Sonsai (zombieman x saitama) which I think is a fun dynamic because they're both quite funny characters. But again, I need to see more of their chemistry to get into it myself.

I have something else in mind though, but I kinda wanna see more of this character first. No it's not Suiko or anybody you'd be able to guess.

I'll give that person a cookie if they can guess who I am refering to without outside assistance lol.

#opm #one punch man #opm meta #saigenos #genosai #romance #shipping #asks #character dynamics #character chemistry

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ssg-nagareyn · 8 months ago

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Nagareboshi

Smooth as a cactus flower

Cold as a supernova

A shooting star among dragons

Nigga I was always the jack of odd balls

I'm sorry, all trades and master of one-of-dones

Life really hasn't been a rave considered fun

It's a game that's pay to win

Pay your debts bitch

Money talks

Cash is king

Credit don't mean shit

You're too far in it to quit

I am nothing without my れ

From a time when all I knew

Was a name that stained my soul

As permanent as the tears I've cried

The night I learned too young

What it was like to stain your lips

From an overly curious boy

That you had called your family for hours

And you were deathly afraid of the consequences in telling anyone

Because “Heaven Knows” it was more of a crime “if I turned out gay” than if I was SA’d

Well it's no fun when you're the one tasting the bitter blade

I weep for my previous name because he

Never had a chance but I am thankful

For him because he birthed me

A birth that I spent too long hiding behind the same mask that I was born in.

I was never him, I never knew what me was.

What I saw on my computer screen were friends being free

Guys wearing skirts who would eventually become beautiful women

Bro I wasn't thinking of any of that I was too busy trying not to get picked on for being a weirdo

A quiet MF who stayed in the corner of the class playing on his Gameboy in lunch breaks

Told that piece of shit called my father that it was the village who raised me from a teen

Some of my best homies I met at one-thirteen are still a touch away if I need them

But not even they know the real me

Because I never knew who that bitch was until the eve of losing my life.

My mother. She was my life.

It has not been be same since that eve.

It's ironic isn't it? I spent two years of my life feeling the most liberated I felt.

The one person who I would be terrified and curious of seeing me like this is not here.

How would you feel? What would you react?

You'd tell me to clean my fucking room first off

You'd gasp and have a heart attack for seeing how I treat your wig

You'd see my photos and those focal points of anger would melt away

Even close confidants of us say that we look alike

Heck, we always did even when I was him

And when I told you I was non-binary you still accepted me even though you didn't get it.

I think you would have been a big help in my path of knowing how to use makeup

How to present myself

I've been going to lounges and open mics, bars and house shows with my friends

Isn't this what you used to do during The Garage and Roseland era?

I find myself protecting my homies much like a guard on standby

But I have fun because I know I'm protected.

So what did you do when you didn't feel protected?

When Jeannie passed, what went through your mind?

You left the apartment in a storm, grabbed your Newports, and I stayed up

I had school the next day but I had a stomach virus

But I didn't want to leave your side the following day and nothing you said was going to get me to go to school

I lied, you woulda forced me but promised me you'd be okay

I couldn't face Jeannie on her deathbed. I couldn't face you with the sheet over your body.

This wasn't meant to be a letter to you!

But…you are me, are you not?

When someone asked if my new name is my birthday, I said, I wasn't sure if I could call it.

But when you gave birth to me, you said it was a second birthday to you, right?

So, maybe, this whole Flow thing…was…like a second birthday for me.

When I lost you… Flow was born…

She…and you…became my second birthday.

That is in my name.

Malik was the middle name given to me by my mother.

My father gave me Naquan. In her words, he felt the name sounded cool.

But Malik had meaning. It meant King.

You looked up to Malcolm X.

That was his name. Malik el-Shabazz

I played Elden Ring two years ago

The main antagonist, her name was Marika.

There are no “Ls” in the Japanese language

So you can see the correlation, Malika, which means queen.

A tragic tale as antagonists don't really exists in that game

Just people with their own duties to fulfill.

But even that felt too similar to my old self.

Reyna was the result of weeks of sitting alone after work, high out of my mind

Because it is the only way I have solace these days.

It means Queen but it's so fucking versatile! Reyn sounds close enough to Nay

Reyna is Re:Nay. Rebirth of Nay

And to emphasis that

The middle name’s Renée

The last name’s Nagare

Because that's just how it flows.

No, seriously, 流れ means Flow.

But if you take the れ away…

It becomes 流 (In person imagine me saying Ryu)

And this is also a part of me because there are many Flows to my essence.

I got many styles, all this time this was a poem

But I'm having a conversation with you

On some crazy stream of consciousness shit

Streams and flows, that's what it means when you take away the れ

But the “Re” is what makes me, me!

Without the Re, I'm not Reyna, a sovereign

I'm Nay without a birthright.

Renée without the Re is stillborn, much like how I spent two-thirds of my life

I can be a shooting star among dragons

But that's not my true calling,

That's like in the Street Fighter movie

Where they gave “Ryu” the name “Ryu Hoshi”

He is not a “Shooting Star” he a “Rising Dragon”

I am the Spark to your Soul among the stars

And my Soul is a fucking Satellitare

Pardon my Italian tongue

But I'm as beautiful as a Rose

And I almost fucking forgot that.

If only I wasn't staring at the Torii gates mentally

Mix my soul with the Spirit Realm

Walking around with a halo over my head

Even Lazuli got caught lacking among the Z-Fighters

No one is wasting a prayer on me with the Dragon Balls

It was a good run but all stars fade.

#i lost everything #i lost my mind #i lost my entire will #protect trans kids #protect your friends #this is a cry for help #please...i don't want my star to fade...

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theonesigngle1 · 11 months ago

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One piece: highschool modern au (3)

New people:(3)

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Upon arrival and seeing the exterior of the school. The difference in architecture is vast. There was an obvious split in materials that make up a highschool being the grand line and college being the new world. It was busy full of on campus peers.

Most people were going in one exit or the other. Luffy leading me to the left wing being the grand line highschool. Popular side considering so many students that showed up on orientation day and first day of class.

Everyone was led into a gym after putting away your bag if needed too. Many friend groups of past middle school groups stuck close while many glared at each other throwing paper and spit balls. There was a loud scoff and everyone looked at the headmaster. Being the said principal, He had white hair with various wrinkles while looking stern. The man next to him just laughed. Headmaster Sengoku and Garp. Seems Luffy knew him as Luffy immediately stopped Socializing and hid behind me, avoiding the gaze of the older male. The older male, Garp, was eating rice crackers while staring directly at Luffy.

The man was rather aggressive walking right up to Luffy giving him a fist of Love. Luffy whined and rubbed his head.

I giggle slightly and just smiled. I make eye contact with a boy, pink hair, he looked too young to be here..nervous too..she wondered if he got chosen like her. He looked kinda cute..Rather than rigid like all the other boys that smell like B.O or Axe body spray instead of some normal deodorant. A boy next to him seems more out there and cocky. A chin that looked like balls and a haircut much uneven to the boys confident personality.

Though this was a boring first to entrance assembly talking about dress code, and hall passes. Though we were introduced to our home room teachers. And club coaches. Like a male who has a sword on his back and a fancy hat and a cape too, while another was rather.. Old per say. An old woman with wrinkles. I couldn't see her name badge though.

I got my schedule when it was finished. Yikes.. I made it to my classroom sitting next to Luffy at a table of 4. The small pink haired kid also sat next to us. He seemed shy or rather nervous close to pissing himself at the very least. Next was the green haired fellow that looked rather lost led in by a pink haired woman. She looked cutesy. Jeez, do any of these guys know how to take a shower? Both Luffy and the green haired guy smell like 10 cans of bounce dat ass if you get me… i side eye them as the green haired with swords i realized just glared back. The pink haired midget seemed even more nervous.

It was an awkward tension but Luffy seemed to break it quickly grinned while wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"Name's Monkey D Luffy wanna be king of the pirates! And this is Y/n!"

He grinned, hearing captain Morgan..a stand in waiting for our real teacher in the background. Must be waiting for Mr.Aokiji.. Was his name?

"What about you guys!"

"K-koby.. I um..i want to be a marine…"

Luffy then stared at the green haired swordsman

"And yours"

Zoro just glared and rolled his eyes

"Roronoa Zoro.. Plan on being the worlds greatest swordsman.."

He spoke quietly his piercing eyes glaring. A fat woman then approaches Koby.

"Koby. Why aren't you sitting at my table scrubbing my shoes."

"I…i'm sorry alvidia.. I'll quickly do that"

Koby got up and i felt a slight twinge seemes Luffy had the same idea..(if he even has any of those..)

"Hey Koby aren't you gonna be a marine? Why go over there with that mean pig".

I rose a brow and luffy backed me up

"Yeah, don't you want to be a marine or something like that. You don't take orders from pirates yah know"

"The fuck are pirates.."

I mutter and Zoro explained standing up

"Pirates are the gangs in this big city that got accepted into this school.. People usually make these with friend groups as jokes or try to climb the podium.."

"Cool.."

I smirked and Luffy cracked his knuckles grinning.

"Zoro! Be apart of my pirate crew! You too y/n!"

"No thanks.."

"No.."

We both say at the same time. As Luffy has a shocked expression his eyes popping out.

"Why not?!"

"I don't want to be a pirate

"I'm a pirate hunter"

We say yet again at the same time

"P-pirate hunter Zoro! I heard of you…attacking lower gangs to climb the totem pole. And to make a little extra cash behind the scenes"

Koby squeaked and i shook slight

'Damn.. I'm gonna piss myself.. I'm seat mates with crazy people..'

I thought while looking down. I sit in my seat already calling quits and a calm voice yet cool say Casually

"Roronoa and Monkey. Back to your seats. Alvidia and Koby sit in a seat and stay."

This was..Mr.Aokiji, our home room teacher

#one piece #one piece luffy #straw hat luffy #roronoa zoro #coby one piece #koby one piece #reader insert #monkey d. luffy

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qoeww · 2 years ago

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WELL, I LIKE THE PROM IN THAT WAY

You need someone to take you to the prom and softshell turtle is here for help.

Character: Donatello

Writing type: Headcanon

Warnings: None just fluff <3

Author note: I'm sorry if I made grammatical mistakes, English isn't my first language ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

Prom night was approaching. Everything was almost done. Except for one thing: Cavalier.

Two days left to the party and unfortunately, there is no one to take you to the prom. Why did everybody find their date at the beginning of the year? While thinking anxiously, you ripped off the skin near the nail with your teeth.

"Hey, what's that anxious aura?" Leo pressed the skateboard with his foot and caught it in the air.

"I'm just worried about prom."

Now you caught all turtle brothers attention. Perfect.

"Prom? Where you dance to music with your friends?"

You nodded. "Yep Mikey."

"Aaah, Doctor Feelings loves the prom so muuuuch!" Mikey crossed his hands on top of his chest.

"Oooh, and don't you choose queen and king end of the night?" (You could see reflection of he is imagining himself sitting at the throne in his eyes.)

"Prom..." You turned your head to the purple turtle when you heard his muttering. His eyes were shining and eyebrows had lifted.

When he felt your eyes on him, he cleaned his throat and looked another way. Classic Donnie, trying to act like irrelevant, bad boy behavior.

There was no one who didn't know that he loved school so much. He always finds reason to come to school.

Like one day you just texted him "I lost my cat eraser ;-;" After 2 seconds he was holding a new eraser (Purple. Purple eraser.) And stayed for the whole day.

"Hey D. Do you want to go to the prom with me?"

Well, for one minute absolute silence reigned in the lair.

"YOU ARE TAKING DONNIE?"

"I wanna come too." Mikey gripped your left leg and hugged.

"Well, (Y/N) I don't think this is your best idea because we don't look like hu-"

"AHA- YES, yes I'm coming. Which hour did you say?" Donnie proudly stood up and stepped in front of Raph.

You give every little detail about prom and leave the lair like how you did 1 proud and 3 disappointed turtle.

And yes, Donnie showed off how you choose him over them.

After Donnie gives himself a break to drink water, Mikey said "Wow, you are going on date with them."

He spat out all of the water in his mouth

Realization hits him now.

He. Is. Going. To. Prom. As. Your. Date.

OH SHOOT

Maybe it is a friendly proposal, maybe it is not. You two had not opened your feelings to each other and he was sure you have things for him but he didn't want to understand wrong and make himself look like stupid.

But no worries, his brothers are here for help!

2 days passed like hell, he tried to listen to all his brothers tactics. (Except Leo's cheesy lines because he believed if he says them to you, you would bust your ass out of party)

When the day come, he wore his suit and come to your door.

He pulled back his hand everytime he tried to knock the door and it took almost 5 minute.

You opened the door because of the noise, there is a Donnie fighting with Mind Raph.

He tried to smile at you but... It is kinda scary but you didn't tell him

He doesn't know what to do, don't blame him

"Ah D... You look so handsome." You tried to stop yourself from laugh

Ah, yes. The compliments he deserved and waited for long time

While walking to school he gave compliments to your look

Oh boy, if your clothes his color, it will boost his ego and will be more confident (You guys are matching and looking like a real couple)

After coming to the party, it didn't took so much time to Donnie understand this place isn't for him.

Yeah, he likes dancing, fun (and proving his dance moves are better than others) but he didn't like the idea of doing it in a cramped space where bodies collided.

But he is refusing to tell, he is sipping the drink you took for him and trying to talk like a "normal human teenager" (Splinter please tell this child teens don't act like at Rivalde)

"D, come with me. I have a thing you would love"

You hold his hand and dragged him to the schools corridors.

After arriving technology club's door, you took out the keys

Teenagers don't notice what was taken from them while dancing

"Since we are in the last days, dead electronics will be thrown away. Soooo I thought maybe you would like to take them"

Donnie instantly forgets all the stress and dives between the pieces inside the box.

"OH MY GOSH, I can use this for my Mixer-3007-A and these pieces will let me update Sheldon's..." He explains to you what the pieces will do or not, excitedly and shouting a little

His face is looking so cute: eyebrows are frowning and his cheeks are slightly red from excitement; he looks like a crazy but cute scientist.

After analyzing all the pieces, he turns to you to tell how he is happy

But you are not here

BROKEN HEART HURTS SO MUCH-

Where are you? Did you get bored and leave him? He starts to fell unconfident

Mind Raph yells at him to find you so he do

He opens the door rapidly and almost bump at you.

"Where are you going D-"

"I THOUGHT YOU LEFT ME"

*sigh* "I just told you I was gonna get some snacks"

Let give him a minute to have a little flashback and remembers it.

After remembering he quickly apologizes and helps you to carry snacks.

You both sit on the floor and grab Donnie's hand and pull it towards you.

"Donnie, you don't have to be so nervous, just be yourself. The time we spend is really fun, don't push yourself."

Donnie really doesn't get it, yes it's nice to spend time with him he admits but that's not even the point of the prom. You need to dance and hang out with your friends.

You just need to explain the thing important is not prom, him. You liked the prom in that way.

The night is progressing very sweetly, you two even dance to the music heard from all over the school thanks to the speakers. (Donnie even shows you his moves to justify his username. Just. Wow-)

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #donatello #donatello x reader #tmnt headcanons #tmnt donatello #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt headcanons

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itjazzbicch · 2 years ago

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The Heat of The Summer

Pairing: Pat McAfee x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader has been talking to Pat McAfee in her private life and grows suspicious when Pat's recent rival, Corbin, starts coming around her more often. After rejecting him, Corbin insists on making a move and when Pat sees, he can't help but grow protective, engaging in a fight with Corbin, but the reader makes sure they both end their night on a good note and officially become a couple…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Oral M & F receiving, bit of rough sex, swearing and dirty talk)

My first time writing for Pat so I hope that I did well!

Word Count: 2.6k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart @seeingstarks

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

“What’s a fine girl like you doing out here all by yourself?”

While waiting for Pat, of course, Corbin just happened to cross paths with me. It’s not the first time that he’s hit on me but lately, he’s been coming around a lot more.

Pat and I were just a thing, had something serious growing, but not official. I was worried about him after Corbin attacked him. Thank goodness he was alright and since I didn’t get to see him due to our busy work weeks, tonight we were going to go out for the night to have a good time.

No one knew about us and Corbin hitting on me like this made me suspicious.

“How many times have I turned you down?” I laughed at him, “Take a hike, man.”

“Why do you always have to be like this?” He didn’t lose any confidence, “You never even give me a chance like, don't you know who I am!”

“Because-“ I was ready to rip him a new one, but I took a step to the side instead, seeing Pat, massive attitude, yanking Corbin around by the shoulders to face him:

“Why are you still here? She told you to take a hike, so take a hike! Or I won’t wait till Summerslam.”

Pat loved to get straight to a fight, was damn good at it, and Corbin? He was the king of instigation:

“Who are you to stick your nose in her business, huh?”

The look in Pat’s eye said it all and Corbin noticed quickly, continuing to poke at him:

“Aww, Pat’s crushing on Y/N! Isn’t that cute!”

“Listen Corbin,” I stepped between them, wanting this to end, “We just had a long work night. You can save this for Summerslam.”

“He started it,” Corbin scoffed at me, slowly pushing me out of the way to say in Pat’s face, “Besides, he’s just mad because it wouldn’t be the first time that I stole a girl that he liked.”

I jumped at how hard Pat punched him dead in the face, knocking his hat off and just going to town, watching in shock, some guys in the locker room started breaking them up.

It was already bad enough that Corbin attacked him, now messing with me and talking trash like that? He could only take so much and I could see how pissed he was.

“Pat, hey! Hey!” I said quickly, pushing away the guys holding him back and holding his shoulders, “You know that I would never entertain him. Just ease up and we can go out and have the fun night we planned on having, okay?”

I couldn’t blame him for wanting to beat him up, but this had to end. Thankfully, my words worked. Keeping his arm around my shoulder, he made sure to have the last word at Corbin:

“Just wait till Summerslam. Your bumass is done.”

“Come on, baby,” I whispered to him softly, hoping some sweetness would help and it was nice to see him smiling, turning with me, and heading off.

“I’m sorry about that, Y/N,” Pat sighed, hopping into his car with me, “He just-“

“It’s okay,” I held his hand while sitting in, lifting his mood a little more, “I won’t lie, I loved watching you punch him in the face like that.”

“He must’ve forgot that I know how to fight,” He chuckled, starting up the car and then holding my hand again, kissing it softly as he drove out of the parking lot, “And I don’t play when it comes to my baby.”

Hearing him call me baby made my heart throb, squeezing his hand and holding it for the entire ride.

The small bar we went to had such a mellow vibe and it helped relax the both of us, getting a small dinner to share, some drinks to unwind, and quickly, he was the Pat that had me falling.

While wrapping up, he was paying the tab and I was on my phone for a moment, seeing a post that Corbin made, making it look like me laughing at him was me flirting along in the photo he posted on his story, trying to make it look like we were talking.

“This fucker,” I mumbled under my breath, having Pat look over to see for himself.

Just like me, it radiated our anger, but he was always on the fly, grabbing his phone and setting up against one of the empty glasses on the table.

“Pat?” I was smiling so much when I noticed him pull up his camera, setting a timer on it.

“He wants you? Too bad,” He smiled, pulling me over and kissing me as the timer ticked down, “Let’s show him who’s boss.”

“Hell yeah, baby,” I smiled, kissing back, smiling brightly against his lips.

“Officially my girl?” Pat pulled away softly, knowing that I wanted to same, but also wanted to be sure.

“Officially your girl,” I smiled, kissing one more time, relaxing against his chest, and rubbing his thigh while he took his phone, posting the photo everywhere he could.

I couldn’t stop smiling at it, thinking how we were just in the middle of a fight two hours ago and now here, happy as can be.

“Let’s get out of here,” he squeezed my hand once then slid out of our booth, dancing goofily while bringing me under his arm, “Our fun ain’t over.”

“Oh yeah?” I shimmied into him, giggling and being waved over with a rush at his kiss on my ear, listening to his sexy whisper:

“We’re having all kinds of fun tonight.”

That alone had me feeling hot and when we got into the car, it was so hard to contain my excitement. While driving, he was holding my hand again, but I let it wander, drifting down to his inner thigh, leaning in my seat a little, seeing how his phone was lighting up from his post.

"We're really causing a stir."

"Stirring it all up," He looked down briefly for a moment, referencing my hand more, biting his lip when I began to palm him, whispering to him:

"But never mind that. Wanna tell me about the kind of fun we're going to have?"

My whisper on top of my hand made his hard-on grow, rubbing up and down softly to feel his length, having him slouch back a little, groaning at the traffic in front of us:

"Just hang in there, baby. You're about to find out."

I noticed the traffic too and we were going to be stuck for a moment. The night sure was dark and even with all the car lights around us, it was dark in the car, so worked up that I wanted some of that fun, also wanting to make him feel good because of that fight earlier, hinting:

"Looks like we're going to be stuck in this traffic for a while, but I know a good way to kill some time."

His smile lit up the darkness around us and he was already unbuckling his seatbelt, "Yeah? How so?"

"As long as you can multi-task," I kissed his cheek softly, hand unbuttoning his jeans and slipping into his boxers, stroking his shaft softly and learning how hard he was, smiling more while we were at a stop and he pulled his pants down a little, "I know just how to kill the time and make you feel good."

"Show me," He smiled, sitting back and sighing softly at my head dropping, my lips kissing the tip of his cock, humming when I took it into my mouth, sucking hard and hollowing my cheeks shortly after.

Keeping myself low, I deep-throated all of his cock, bobbing my head quickly when I came back up, feeling his hand on the back of my head, pushing my head down a little further as I took his cock back down my throat.

"Ah, fuck," I heard him groan softly, leg shaking when he had to put his foot back on the gas pedal, easing up as I rubbed his thigh, look at him:

"I'll stop if you need me to."

Shaking his head, he focused on the road, but was still in a deep state of pleasure, "You keep those pretty lips around my dick, baby. I got this."

Smiling, I gladly listened, bobbing my head quicker than before, stroking the length of his shaft that I didn't take while sucking his tip hard, letting my tongue swirl all over it and his slit to catch a few breaths.

"You're gonna get a mouthful if you keep on doing that," He huffed, driving a little faster with a fist of my hair, feeling how he was tensing up.

"Think I have a problem with that?" Giggling, I did it more, alternating between that and deep throating again, having his cock throb softly, but we came to a stop.

"Keep it up, baby," He pushed my head softly as he parked, closing his eyes and sitting back, "I can handle more than one round."

Knowing there was going to be more after we got up to our room made me work harder, having that throbbing come back around quickly, sucking his tip again and stroking him as quickly as I could, gasping in my hum at his seed shooting into the back of my throat, looking up to see him laid back and moaning slightly at the small drops of my head while swallowing it all down.

"Wanna go start round two?" I wiped the bit of saliva off my chin as I sat up and he shot up quickly, fixing himself back into his pants, taking the keys, and hopping out with a chuckle:

"You're in for it."

Grabbing my purse, I jumped out too, rushing in and when we stepped into the elevator, he backed me into the corner, kissing and feeling all over me, proving his words to be true with how hard he grew again, making sure to grind against me to feel his hard-on.

"Get the key," I tapped his shoulder as the elevator came to a slow stop, his hand ripping it right from his back pocket and holding my hand to take me along with him to our room, opening the door and picking me up with one arm, letting the door slam shut and tossing my purse into the chair in the corner and I began to tease:

"I showed you what my mouth can do. Trying to show me what yours can?"

"Oh, I planned on it," He chuckled, following along with me as I began to throw my clothes off, but made me raise an eyebrow when he laid back on the bed, fixing his chain:

"Come lay it on me, baby."

"You want-" I started to follow, crawling on top of him and impressed by his strength, taking me by the thighs and setting me above his face.

"Time for my taste," He opened his mouth and pulled me down by the hips, kissing and licking through my folds, breathing in deep and enjoying all of the wetness against his face, growing hungrier when I began to moan, rolling my hips at the electrifying pleasure.

"Get all you want," I gasped, holding him by the hair and grinding more with his tongue shooting into me, flicking and finding that sweet bump, definitely like the grinding when his hands latched to my hips and made me rock quicker.

I could feel the wetness getting all over my thighs, hips locking from the nonstop stimulation, not even worried about needing air, only wanting me to cum right on his face and he really sent me, somehow sucking on my clit while his tongue worked up and down, pushing me up a little further when my moans got louder, signaling my orgasm.

"Sweet Jesus, Pat," I tried to keep myself as best as I could, his hands running up my stomach and holding my breasts, squeezing and keeping me upright, mouth wide open and groaning pleasurably at the drench dripping out of me.

Raising myself up to let him breathe, I was shaking, looking down to see him smiling at every part of me, noticing how my orgasm affected me:

"You're not out just yet, right?"

"You wanna give it to me?" I smiled down, squealing at the spank on my ass and how quickly he pushed me down to my back, sweeping his legs under me first so he could be on top, positioning himself and chuckling:

"Told you that you were in for it."

"I remember," I giggled, feeling his chest and moaning softly at his tip nudging and teasing my entrance, "Just turns me on so much when I hear you say it."

"I know how much you like it when I talk dirty to you," Pushing in deep put me into salacious moans, still shaking and no time to fully process my first orgasm, not a lot of time to adjust, but blown away by his quick thrusts, then the delicious burn of our hips grinding together, "Let alone when we're getting it on."

"You drive me crazy, Pat," That was truer now than ever, pulling his chain to kiss, "Fuck me up."

"Feeling naughty?" He bit my lip, smacking his hips into mine and keeping my lip in his teeth during my squealish moan, so good to relieve the slight ache in my neck when my head dropped:

"With you popping off all night, what did you expect?"

"You like seeing the bad boy side of me?" His smile on my neck turned into soft bites, marking me up and starting a series of rougher thrusts, "Bet it gets you so fucking wet."

"Hell yeah it does, baby!" Latching around him, I was jerking and shaking harder than before, the rubs on his back converting to scratches, head throwing out some wicked moans, his name the only word my brain could form.

The bed felt like it was caving in, even the immense softness of it being rattled and shifting at times, his hand gripping my ass and thigh like hell, lifting me up a little to pounder harder and thrust his cock in deeper, unable to let him go, still scratching up his back with my other hand pulled at his hair.

"Got damn, I got you tight," He snickered, lifting up my hips completely to roll his hips fast then slamming me back into the bed, planking himself a little and really going off, voice growing louder, "Cum for me, baby. I know it's there."

"Right there! It's right there, Pat!" I cried out, trying to breathe just for air to get stuck in my chest, trembles pushing out dry gasps while my walls had him fitting like an extra small glove, screaming out at the gush of heat around his cock, "Oh my god, Pat!"

"Fuck yeah, baby," He panted out, unable to hide a few moans, throbbing again from working the same pace meanwhile my orgasm drove him into an over-sensitive state too.

"You really fucked me up," My body felt so heavy with his body resting on mine, but didn't mind in the slightest, still in a dream world of pleasure, "That was so incredible, baby. Damn."

"Can't help but go wild after the night we had," He slicked his hair back and took a breath to kiss me, "And it was a damn good one."

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #wrestling oneshot #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe fic #wwe smut #wwe oneshot #Pat McAfee #Pat McAfee x reader #Pat McAfee imagine #Pat McAfee fic #Pat McAfee smut #Pat McAfee oneshot #read and enjoy

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(Austin! Elvis x reader)

Year: 1956

Summary: you and Elvis meet at club handy after being apart for a short period even though you both know you’re bad for one another you can’t leave each other alone.

Trigger warnings: dark Elvis angsty a bit… mentions of a break-up sexual tension, slight smut.

You were a young singer from Memphis Tennessee and the recent ex-girlfriend of the one and only Elvis Presley. Even though the break-up was mutual that didn’t mean it hurt any less… you couldn’t help but feel like you’ve lost what was yours. Sure you and Elvis fought as any couple did. It was normal….

Until one day you caught him with another girl and that’s when you left. You fell tired of your home town, and even though you tried not to, for a small moment you saw a little house on a hill and small kids running around… you felt like a fool falling for Elvis Presley only fools fall for him. Elvis was exactly your type, seeing as you didn’t like them innocent or face fresh. You wanted them wearing leather, and in full honesty, you like the bad guys… sad eyes… a mouth full of little white lies. The ones who kissed you in the corridor but quick enough to tell you goodbye. So, Elvis was that exact type of boy you liked, and oh boy you fell hard so hard you landed flat on your face.

So here you were on Saturday night doing your friend B.B king a favor by singing at his club. Even though you knew you shouldn’t… you wondered if Elvis would be there tonight… you even wondered if he heard you singing on the radio, maybe even turned it up. You downed the rest of you’re water as B.B looked over at you. “Good luck Lil birdy I know you can do it!” He said with a charming smile. It was a nice confidence boost. You looked over at him and smiled gently.

“Thank you B.B,” you giggled and made your way to the stage. You started your first song by moving around the stage dancing and singing with your background singers. You loved your girls and your girls loved you. Your head moved towards the door while you were having fun as two familiar blue eyes met yours.

You sighed softly at the sight of Elvis a part of you really wanted him to be there while another part.. was still so hurt by what he did… you couldn’t forgive him. The moment Elvis saw you, his eyes went wide. You looked beautiful as you flashed the crowd a smile and asked them how they were feeling. Elvis walked over to B.B and looked at him ordering a drink. B.B raised an eyebrow as he watched Elvis down the drink.

“Why is she here B.B.” He choked out as he turned toward the stage. Your voice rang out the whole bar. Once again, he made eye contact with you.

“you’re so art deco out on the floor Shining like gun medal cold and unsure Baby you’re so ghetto you’re looking to score When they all say hello you try to ignore Why cause you want more”

After you finished your set and walked off the stage, you got pulled outside by Elvis. Before you could even say a word he crashed his lips on yours. Before you knew it, you kissed back… he tasted like alcohol. You didn’t mind it one bit. Well, that was until you noticed what you were doing and looked at him.

“W-what….what the hell, Elvis! You c-can’t just cheat on me and then kiss me as if nothing happened…” You said as tears started to threaten to spill from your eyes. Elvis looked at you and pulled you close as you cried into his chest.

“I’m sorry baby…I….I don’t know what took over me, and it just happened and… I- the Colonel said….” He stammered since he couldn’t think of a better excuse. You pushed him off of you “What did he say, Elvis.” You looked at him annoyed. Elvis let out a sigh.

“God dammit mama, he said you weren’t good for me and that I’m not good for you. That I should just get rid of you. Ever since you left, y/n, I felt lost please… please come back I… I need you, baby, I’m a wreck without you I’ll fire him I’ll do anything…. I need you and you need me…” He said as he slowly pushed you up against the bathroom wall… pressing his lips against yours. You kissed back as desperate as he did. He brought up one of your legs and placed it around his waist, gripping your ass out of neediness.

He pulled away for a moment and whispered another “Please take me back mama please” He pulled away for a moment and whispered. You nodded and choked out and “Okay.” You nodded and choked out. As Elvis's lips attached to your neck he put you onto the counter. He locked the door quickly and his lips reattached to yours. You kissed him pulling him close as his hands slid up your dress. He moved his hand over you’re pink-colored underwear and started to rub circles onto your clit. You moaned softly in his mouth as there was knocking on the bathroom door. Elvis groaned as you’re background singer spoke up. “Y/n, we have to get back on in 3 minutes.” You sighed softly as you got off the counter and opened the door.

“I’m coming. I’m coming” your background dancer nodded and walked off as you got pushed against the wall by Elvis again. You looked at him but before you could say something he looked at you. “I’m not done with you yet, mama, now go on sing your little heart out for me, and after that, I’m gonna have my way with you.” He said, voice dark and raspy with arousal. His eyes were darker than usual. You kissed him and he softly taped you’re ass. “Oh, and, y/n…. remember you’re mine,” he said before you walked on stage

Elvis watched you sing on that stage as he leaned against the door. And in that moment he realized that you were his everything and that he was never ever letting you go again he was gonna tie you down one way or the other no matter what.

hii uhm creator here idk what to say about this just enjoy lemme know if i missed trigger warnings tho

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miekasa · 3 years ago

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Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it.

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby.

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad.

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on.

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying.

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside.

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place.

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone).

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way.

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for.

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch.

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés.

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this.

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it.

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well.

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program.

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do.

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk.

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes.

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to.

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye).

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester.

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other.

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand.

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right.

#anonymous #when.... when.... WHEN IS IT MY TURN #aot x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #aot imagines #no because he's the love of my whole life #jean fluff #jean smut #eren x reader

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