#this is legit my dream home

[thegreateggbandit]

After weeks of work, I’ve finally finished this drawing!!!

I’m actually super proud of this because it was just meant to be perspective practice and it turned into this 🤩

Lately I’ve actually been trying to improve on my art so it feels weird to be drawing and being genuinely proud of it. I feel like an imposter but then I have to remind myself, yes I did draw this, not anyone else, ME!

Big thanks to @dukeoftrash who kept me motivated to finish this and helped me whenever I had no idea what I was doing 💖

[fukashiin]

ACEYUU WOKE ME FROM THE DEAD

book 7 spoilers <3 very long rant im sorry!!

it was never meant to be this way. when he was such an ass to us in the prologue, when he laid those pesky remarks upon us and immediately assuming that we got into NRC as a janitor because we weren't good enough without any prior knowledge of how we were brought here against our will and having to adapt to such an unfamiliar environment where everything - trends, names, history, and even the currency - were different. he didn't know about the throbbing headache we had while the headmage was explaining the school's curriculum and suddenly bringing up the word "magic" into the conversation like it was foreign language.

he thinks he's above us just because we're a clueless student who couldnt cast any spells and took up the miserable job just for the sake of money and to live. he had this one-way "not my problem!!" mindset about us that he dipped the moment after because he never would have suspected that we would grow to be something more important, something more irreplaceable in his life.

he never meant to test the waters, and he's drowning by mistake.

his concern for you gets more obvious as each book advances (or was it always obvious??). you're just an otherworlder oblivious to the dangers that lurk in twisted wonderland, so it's only casual for him to fret about when you've been taken into scarabia with minimal escape routes, to be the first one to notice that you were missing among the entourage of people that have been kidnapped, to be the only one to point out that you weren't in the best condition AND suggesting to bring you back home in case the party was all too much. he knows how vulnerable you are, and he jumps into action as quick as possible because that's basically his brand. nothing deeper!!! (unknown dangers lurk around you on the daily, but you lurk in his mind so much more than he lets on. you're probably more used to the dangers of magic than he's used to the thought of you occupying his mind 24/7. isnt that ironic)

and he didn't consider the complications of how dangerous it could be for the headmage to send us back to our original world, possibly damaging the very fabrics of time and space and ceasing to exist while transporting - he just instantly goes to the part where the news was positive and that we could travel between Twisted Wonderland and earth in one piece, blocking out his surroundings just to see your smile, as that was possibly the happiest you could have ever been in front of him.

imagine each time he hangs out with someone new, or if someone has gained a romantic interest in him once you've left, he tries to find a part of "you" in them in his peripheral vision. whether they have an ounce of bravery that you had, whether they're as understanding as you are to know that he isn't just a human built of jokes and pranks, whether they won't doubt him like the rest did - as you were the only one who truly believed in his capability to truly lead the rest out of danger.

he could beg for other people to believe in him, to see that his skills could draw out much more if he really wanted to, but he didn't have to do that with you. in a flashing moment of possible failure, he turned to you in a heartbeat, uncharacteristically, desperately calling out for you to save him because he had no idea what was happening. he almost started to lose himself and quickly realises that the power he was wielding so suddenly wasn't some lousy spell, that it could possibly cause someone's life, and you were there to steady him when he needed it the most. a rarity of a scene he entrusted his entire body to you with. you believed in him. you ARE the betterment of him.

you held his hand like a vow, to protect each other and strengthen through every obstacle and turmoil that drives you one step closer to becoming a better version of yourself. your hand, tightly coiled around his, radiated the warmth and comfort he needed in his times of darkness and inner conflict.

it should've been you. you're perfect.

and that's why his dream still has you in it. it doesn't have to be one way or the other, you can simply go back and forth to his world and your own in just a snap! he could never dream of you leaving his sight and grasp, hindering him from ever telling you how much you actually meant. he has all the time in the world.

and that's what he wants, but his heart says otherwise, and that's fine. he just wants you to be safe and see him for who he is. you inspired him to take pride in his name, as an ace can do anything!!

[yoshistory]

It has been so awful going home and if I'm not having terrible nightmares I see the job I do when I close my eyes

[werewolfsmile]

This is gonna sound weird but I had a dream that there was another Eliot wolf/werewolf reference in Leverage: Redemption and I was so excited to tell you about it. Today I was headed here to share and then remembered my brain made it up and I don't even remember what it was...

asdlfkjhsdfs that is so beautiful and devastating at the same time!! Now I need to know what your brain came up with!!!!

Huh. But now I'm thinking about werewolf!Eliot again.. and now I want to write... dammit. That's one way to get me working on the next chapter, I guess!

(ps not weird at all i have crazy dreams all the time and always like to share them with people)

[mer-se]

I loveeeee having pets but the trauma that comes with having them that is inevitable . fuckin blows

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[sheeezu]

.Shift by channeling.

Go to your DRs by channeling, again, step to step guide.

This can be used as a separate method, or you could use this when you need a final push.

This isn't the spiritual type of channeling, nor do you need to use AI or something, nor do you get possessed.

Step 1:

Before attempting to shift, choose a person from your DR. It could be your S/O, you can choose to channel multiple people, if you have a friend group or something, but i recommend picking someone whom you have a close connection with in your DR.

Have a voice claim ready, take some times to look at the person's pictures, remember their physical attributes, focus on their personality.

(You can listen to songs which remind you of your relationship with that person)

Step 2:

Lay down, when you're prepared to shift. You're going to start off saying affirmations like it's a normal shifting method.

If you can visualize, i recommend you think of visual affirmations which relate to your DR.

Its a method to affirm, where you go around your DR, whether it's your DR house, room, or a memorable or nostalgic place in your DR, and see your normal shifting affs, carved, written around, for example, your affs formed by clouds, carved into pillars and tables, written on your clothes, finding papers or letter which say your affirmations (so Affirmations ∝ Your DR)

You should try to be hype fixated, so if you are fidgeting, can't stay still, you're too engrossed in what's going on inside your mind to notice your body itching or twitching.

Do this until your symptoms intensifies or reach a peak, everyone feels differently, for some it's more physical (seeing light flashes, tingles, floating) for some it's mental (having a gut feeling, feeling euphoric) so don't get discouraged.

You aren't doing anything wrong.

Step 3:

This is where we come across our special person. While you're seeing your affs, make yourself meet them. Now, if you're confused and going to say this isn't channeling, then just stop. You're creating this reality and undoubtedly every moment you're experiencing, so when you're in a deeply concentrated phase, the only thing that could possibly stop you from having a very real and authentic meeting with your SP is your own self-doubt (anyways, if you're having self doubt then say an aff or two to combat them)

Your SP is standing right in front of you, let yourself loose at this point. No need to force anything scripted, but if you want then you can.

Have a conversation with your SP, whether it's initiated by you or your SP.

Maybe even invite them to drink tea, sit outside, take them to a secret spot.

Now you're having a conversation with them, starting off with your conscious thoughts doing the talking from your part, whatever your SP says is your subconsciousness speaking, or you're directly channeling them (both of which are the same thing, i hate being repetitive, you're creating reality if you believe you're being channeled by your SP, then that's what's happening)

Start off with a normal conversation, like how'd you talk to someone, someone you love and know very well.

Right now, you're going to say a very specific affirmation:

"(your SP's name) is just about to ask me what i was doing in my OR/void reality."

Then let the conversation take a natural turn. That question will eventually be asked, your loved one is just very curious about why you were away from them.

Now, what you will answer back will be the way how to shift.

"Oh, must be a fever dream, i had never had a dream so real, i was touching everything, each and everything felt legit." (best for permashifters, don't be afraid of using this if you intend to come back)

"I guess it was out of responsibility, but don't worry, i'm here now."

"I don't know myself, all i know i didn't like being there."

"I was curious, that's all; you know i like exploring new things, and come on, it was a whole new universe, but now i want to rest at home."

Whatever your SP says in response, whether they're asking you to come join them, or how they're glad you're back, just nod back.

Step 4:

Go to sleep in your DR, if you recall, you're in your home. Go towards your bed, crash down, close your eyes.

From this point onwards, you're going to embody your DR self and fall asleep acting normal, completely abandon the fact that you were shifting, or that you have shifted to your DR, act like a person (your DR self) living in any other world (your DR)

I described this in details in the third phase of my pinned post, you're supposed to do all that.

You'll wake up in your DR.

Why is this method supposed to work?

Connection to your DR environment ✔

Logically explains your involvement with your previous reality, why you were there for so long ✔

Reminds your consciousness that you've successfully shifted ✔

Connection to your loved ones in your DR ✔

Most importantly, connection to your DR self ✔

...

That's the method, you can also shift in between the method as well. There really isn't any reason for you to wake back in your CR, listen to some subliminals to remove intrusive thoughts, then you're good.

You could also make it so your SP had more control over your shift, like they brought you back, you can modify the method according to your wishes.

It's a short and sweet method, believe in your abilities and you'll be out of here faster than lightning.

...

This method is heavily focused on visualizing, if you have aphantasia then your DR SP can just speak to you, when you eventually cross over to your DR self's state of mind (if they can visualize) you'll get the ability to visualize like them, or get flashes of images.

...

Also thanks for everyone who gave me compliments in my inbox I have no clue how to receive them, but I am very grateful (:

[poisonsage808]

No More Dreaming

Vander x Reader

warnings: language, slight spoilers for s2 but set before everything

“It’s a shithole!”

Benzo’s booming voice ricocheted off the walls and made them shake. You were only slightly worried they would crumble if he laughed.

“Ah, not just any shithole, old man!” Vander wagged his finger as he stepped backwards, towards the center of the large room. His arms shot out in opposite directions, a prideful smile spreading just as wide on his face. “My shithole!”

“You’ve been saving up… for… this?” Silco deadpanned.

He slowly turned in a circle, scrutinizing the place harsher than before, if that was possible. He shrugged his shoulders, glaring at every nook and cranny as if it was hiding something special from him.

You couldn’t say you blamed him.

“Yours?” You echoed, brows pulled together tight to match your smile.

At your hesitance, he was suddenly humble and sheepish. The giant of a man fidgeted with himself for a moment. His hands went through his hair, from the back of his neck to cover his mouth as he decided what to say.

“Well…”

Beside you, Benzo snickered and leaned against a countertop, “This’ll be good.”

“I like it.” Felicia decided aloud, nodding approvingly at nothing and no one.

“Liar.” Silco hissed playfully.

Vander ignored his friends, his attention solely belonging to you and what you thought.

“Ours, love. All of ours!” Desperate to pull you where his mind was wandering, he took your hands in hopes it would bring you there, “Think on it! Right here is where we start buildin’ for the future. No more meetin’s in alleyways, no more hidin’ from Enforcers. No one’ll call us kids anymore. We’re legit here. Serious. We’ll show everyone we mean business.”

In his grey eyes was the most beautiful sparkle of unadulterated hope. Vander spoke passionately and truthfully, as he did, but hope? That was hard to come by down here. Your face slowly unwound, your smile turning into one of genuine excitement. "So it's a cover up?" Silco mused, suddenly seeing the appeal, interrupting you as you were about to respond.

Felicia glared at him on your behalf.

"No." You answered for your beloved, eyes never leaving his. "This is home."

A breath of relief left Vander's lips, hands tightening around yours. He nodded firmly, unable to summon anymore words but unbelievably thankful.

You were there with him.

~

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[ramp-it-up]

... As Hard as I Did

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Summary: James Bucky Barnes is an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. You came along and knocked him on his face. Now he knows he wants more than just one night with you, so much more. Do you feel the same?

Word count: 1.9K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This fic is connected to the Knock You Down AU, and comes immediately after KYD IV, but I feel it can be read as a stand alone. It is in answer to this ask. Seb Stan's latest pics and this press run is making me feral. I can write these two ALL DAY!!!! Y'all are gonna have to deal with this for a while, sorry not sorry.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Bucky is in love. The angst! The fluff! The morning after! Bucky wakes you up the best way he knows how, thorough female receiving oral sex, edging, manual sex, teabagging, squirting, nipple play, begging, use of Daddy, bukakke, cum play, Bucky cooks for you, google translate Romanian, the "L" word, allusions to cock riding.

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James Bucky Barnes had slipped and fallen in love.

Steve was so right.

It came out of the blue last Monday when he met with you about a painting, and here he was the very next Sunday morning, holding you in his arms. The ruse of him being a fully legitimate art dealer and not a crime boss had been quickly done away with by the media and your friends, and the fantasy of wooing you met the reality that you did not come to play.

You called Bucky on his bullshit and that made him fall even harder for you. He was honest about his plan to go legit and careful with your feelings, not immediately turning to physicality as he did with every other woman. There was something special about you that was worth the wait.

The five days had been an eternity for both of you, and Bucky had been like a teenager, unable to last very long. He was determined to set that right today, and also to tell you how he felt.

Bucky Barnes knew very little fear, but wondering if you returned his feelings was shaking him to the core.

He held to his original dream of making you smile at him forever, but those dreams had grown to thoughts of a life together, a home you could build together, and the thought of what kids together might look like.

Bucky smiled and held you closer as you snuggled deeper into his embrace and threw your leg over his hip. He caressed the soft skin of your thigh as he argued with himself. He was too old for this; he would be an old man when your kids were just going to college, but that didn’t stop him from making Steve go with him to Cartier yesterday after your event.

Steve grumbled, but he was still smitten with you from his conversation with you yesterday, so he didn’t protest the 5 carat purchase that Bucky made. His best friend just asked Bucky some pertinent questions like:

Had Bucky told you that he loved you?

Did you love him?

Did you even want to get married? To a criminal?

Did you want to have kids with Bucky?

Bucky just stared at Steve, creating the opportunity to goad him.

“But all that aside. If you don’t lock her down, I just might. I’ll close the deal swiftly.”

That left Bucky’s blood to boil while he prepared for dinner last night, but when he opened the door and saw you standing there, every negative vibe left his vicinity.

And now, you were here, warm and beautiful, and naked, in his grip. He was going to take full advantage of the few hours you might gift him today. He didn’t want to risk you running away after he told you his feelings.

He lifted your thigh and positioned himself most where he needed to be.

—--

You moaned in your sleep. You dreamed that Bucky was eating you out again, but you couldn’t quite feel his kisses and slurps to your folds, only whispers of sensation, like air. It was so frustrating, so you grabbed Buckys’ hair and scratched his scalp, trying to encourage him to be rougher.

He moaned and you smiled, calling his name.

“James, please….”

Your eyes fluttered open to the unfamiliarity of Bucky’s bedroom in the morning light. Your legs were spread wide and Bucky’s head was pillowed on your thigh, his hot breath teasing your pussy. 

“What are you doing?”

You looked down to see him staring at your most intimate parts and smiling.

“Mmmm. Good morning Frumoasă. I’m about to check an item off my long list of what I want to do to you…”

He pursed his lips and softly kiss your lower ones. You shivered and continued playing in his hair. You laughed, music to Bucky’s ears. He smiled up at you.

“Oh, so you have a list, do you?”

“Yes, an extensive one at that. I will show you later, but right now…”

Bucky moved to kneel and shoved his hands under your ass, serving you up to him as on a platter. His eyes moved from your fluttering cunt up your soft belly and your beautiful breasts to your face. He leaned forward to give you a sound smack on the lips.

“I was wondering if I was going to get a good morning kiss.”

That eyebrow arched and he moved down your body again.

“That’s all in my plan, Frumoasă. Just be patient. ”

You pulled Bucky’s hair as his long, thick tongue licked through you to your soul. You shuddered and Bucky smiled, then those lips took hold of your clit and sucked ruthlessly as he brought one hand up to push two fingers inside you, the squelch of your wetness so gloriously obscene. He stopped and just pumped those fingers inside you, listening.

“Hear how wet you are for me? It’s a dream come true.”

You reached with grabby hands for him to stimulate your clit as all he did was fuck you with his fingers and hold you open for him. You were on the edge of madness. And it seemed that was where Bucky wanted you.

“Jamie….”

“Atât de nerăbdătoare Frumoasă. savurați momentul.”

Somehow, you knew he was telling you to wait. 

“Please, please, please James. Eat your pussy please!”

Bucky’s eyes rolled back into his head. You begging was his weakness, what he wanted to hear from since day one. Then he realized what you’d said.

“... Did you say… that this pussy was mine?”

You smirked at him, feeling the brat.

“Maybe…”

Bucky frowned and slapped your clit, causing sparks of pain and pleasure to roll up your spine and wetness to gush out over his fingers.

“Ow! Yes! Yes! This pussy is yours, Daddy, please eat it.”

Bucky clenched his jaw and his cock, which was hard against his abdomen, jumped.

“Seems you know the magic words, Frumoasă.” 

Bucky rewarded you with his mouth clamped over your clit and his eyes locked on yours as you watched his tongue working in his jaw. He was eating you out like a professional. You arched into his face, clit hart and throbbing, ready to give him…

He pulled away as you gasp/screamed in outrage, then whimpered and pouted.

“Please Daddy!”

“Oh, you’re ruining me, I can tell. But tell me, Frumoasă, tell me…”

He regarded you now with a new possessiveness. Impossibly, it made you wetter.

“What else of yours is mine?”

You squirmed under his attention and he rewarded you with another finger in your cunt and all three curled against that electric spot within you.

“What about this ass?”

His pinky bullied into your tighter hole, and you arched as he leaned down to suck your clit like saltwater taffy.

“Oh shittttttt! Yes! Fuck yessss.”

Bucky was grinding his cock against the sheets now, possessed by the sight, taste, and feel of you in his hands. He could actually taste that you were close now, and he wanted it almost as much as you did, but he abandoned you again. He looked up at your body.

“What about those glorious tits?”

He reached up to pluck both of them of them ruthlessly over and over as he continued to finger fuck you. His breath was ragged and his face a mask of desire, but he still had a modicum of control.

“They are next on my list.”

“W-what do you mean?” 

You were thrilled and scared at the same time.

“Nu-ți face griji pentru ea frumos, doar ai răbdare.”

And his face was busy again between your legs, which were shaking around his ears. He held one down with one hand as he fucked you with the other.

“Shit, Daddy! I’m gonna….fuck! I’m gonna…”

Bucky nodded and looked up at you, then he told you to cum with his fingers and you shattered, gushing into his mouth and all over his bed.

Bucky leaned up and groaned as he played in your wetness, using that hand to begin to jack himself over your shuddering body.

“Can I come all over you, Frumoasă?”

“Yes, Daddy…”

Bucky groaned and then manhandled your nipples.

“Cum all over me, Jamie.”

Then he roared as you moved so that you could suck his balls.”

“Holy, shhhhhhitttttttt!”

You were circling your own clit as the first hot drops of his cum sprayed over your already heated body. You came one more time as he focused on your breasts and left a hot, sticky mess all over you.

Your eyes were closed as your shivered because Bucky’s hot mouth was sucking his spend off your nipples. He alternated between kisses, bites, and laps against your skin.

“James! Gotdamn! I–”

“I know, I know, Frumoasa. But I can’t get enough...suportă-mă, iubito…”

—---

Later that Sunday, around noon, you sat, twice showered, marked, edged, and fucked to within an edge of your life as you ate the brunch that Bucky made you. You were ensconced in one of his plain white tee shirts and some of his boxer briefs and socks, and he was looking at you hungrily.

You laughed.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Bucky smirked, happier than he’d been in a good while.

“Do you want more…?”

Despite the debauched things you’d spent the morning doing, you blushed and looked down at your plate. You felt like a slut. But in a good way. You loved sex with Bucky. It seemed like even his pleasure was focused on you. It was unlike any other relationship you’d ever had.

“I’m sorry. Do you regret it?”

Bucky stopped eating and tipped your head up by your chin with his fingers. He looked worried and you melted. You bit your lip and decided to go for it.

“No. Because I love you.”

Bucky’s fork clattered to his plate and his eyes grew wide while your bright smile faded. Then he frowned.

“Fuck.”

He looked mad.

“I- I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s too soon. I’m sorry, just forget that I said that.”

“No! Shit…”

Bucky grabbed your head and kissed you, the strawberries and cream from the waffles flooding your senses as his tongue found yours. When he was done, he grinned at you.

“I was pissed for a second, but not at you. What you just said is all I’ve ever wanted. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that I love you, too and here you are, saying it first.”

You rolled your eyes, although your soul soared. You pulled away and took another bite of food.

“It’s not a competition, James.”

You said it through a full mouth.

“Hmmmm. Maybe not. But I do love you more.”

He took another, bigger bite of food and you shook your head at him.

“You are insufferable.”

Bucky grinned.

“Get used to it if you’re gonna be my girl.”

“Your girl? Oh?”

Bucky wiped his mouth, then picked you up and placed you on his lap.

“Y/N L/N. I love you. And I want to figure this thing out between us. I want you to be my girlfriend while I figure out how to be the best man for you. Then maybe… “

You stopped him with your finger on his lips.

“Listen. One step at a time, Jamie. I love you too, James Buchanan Barnes. You are the best man for me. My man. I’m along for the ride.”

Bucky kissed you, then stood up and threw you over his shoulder as he moved to his couch.

“Speaking of riding. There’s my list to attend to.”

You screamed and laughed as Bucky slapped your ass. 

——

Next part Here!

All feedback is golden, babies! Let me know how you feel. ✨

[heilos]

You know what I dream about the most? Like if someone just dropped a billion dollars in my lap one day and said go spend this, my first thought after making sure my close friends and family were good and taken care of would be to legit help people in the industries I care about like the animation industry for example. Can you imagine having the power to make multiple people's dreams come true for say their animated cartoon pilots and give them stability and be able to say "I love your idea, more of this should exist, make 3+ seasons of this with a whole crew of skilled artists and here's some money for merch production and some more on the side for potential bonuses for your workers no strings attached and you retain control of your production and IP rights and I just want this to happen cause I can do that." Obviously it's always great to continue to give to other organizations and to help people abroad and at home who are struggling as well where and when you can, not taking that factor out of it at all and especially now, but this is a dream "what if" hypothetical I've thought about on and off for a long time when I see people sitting on so much money and not wanting to invest in anything "risky."

[n0vazsq]

The loneliest | Pedri Gonzalez x Reader

pairing . . . pedri x photographer!reader

summary . . . It was too late. Too late to capture him, to kiss him, to keep him. And every single day since the separation, you regretted it. That lingering gaze as you looked back meant he was still there. But when it got too overwhelming, he was there to catch you.

request . . . no!!

word count . . . 1.6k+

warnings . . . angst!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . legit copy pasted my cole fic and made it into pedri but like ignore that gang! moodboard kinda shit but ignore that

. . . The stadium was alive with energy as the winning goal went into the net, the roar of the crowd almost deafening. The overhead lights shone brightly, resulting in a harsh glow over the field as the fans cheered on the team, the air filled with excitment.

Hurriedly, you grabbed the massive camera sat next to you as you prepared to run to the field. The smell of the grass invaded your nostrils as distant sounds of the commentators rang through your ear, the pulse of adrenaline pumping in your veins as you set foot on the pitch.

Weaving through the crowd to get to the centre was a tough mission, making you constantly bump into others; partially because of your eagerness, and partially because of the hoard of people gathered there.

Finally, after a few minutes, you made it to the centre of the pitch, where all the players were gathered, posing for the cameras or celebrating with each other.

It all seemed magical; the noise of the fans, the shouts of the players, the joy from the coaches. You knew you didn't want to be in any other place right now. This felt right, this felt like home.

People were scattered throughout the pitch, some still celebrating, others catching their breath, their voices echoing as they shouted to one another. The smell of the grass mixed with the faint scent of sweat in the cool evening air, creating a strange calm amidst the chaos.

Your camera clicked away, capturing the moments, but your focus never truly wavered. You knew exactly who you were looking for. The crowd around you began to thin, the players shifting in position as they moved for the next round of photos.

And then, without catching yourself, your eyes quickly scanned the field out of instinct. Searching for his.

Pedri's.

You could have stopped, could have torn your gaze away and focused on continuing on taking pictures of the other players. You could've totally ignored his presence, pretending that he didn't exist. But no.

As if time slowed down, yours eyes were greeted with his. You didn't want to notice it, you really didn't, but you couldn't help but note the way his eyes glinted under the stadium lights. The sight of him made your heart flutter, but it was fleeting, almost like a dream you could never quite hold onto.

Anticipation filled your chest, at the thought that maybe Pedri felt the same way. Maybe you two were thinking the same thing. That there was a homuncular percentage that his eyes were searching for yours, like you were with his.

You held your breath, heart pounding inside your chest. He still hasn't looked away, the hope and anticipation grew larger. You could just-

Pedri tore his eyes away, and the moment was gone.

Just like that.

He didn’t look back, his focus shifting elsewhere as he started to walk across the field. The familiar sense of being invisible settled over you like a heavy weight.

And then, just as your heart began to sink, he brushed past you, his shoulder barely grazing yours. The touch was brief, and you could've swore that he hesitated, as if a ghost of his hand came over yours. But then he continued walking, leaving you there. Your chest stung with pain, stomach already by your feet.

That touch; a small, unconscious act to people, but what felt like a secret connection to you, now nothing more than an afterthought.

He moved towards a family member, arms opening wide for a hug. You stood there, camera in hand, and watched as he embraced them, his attention fully on someone else, leaving you to fight the growing lump in your throat.

The smile on his face brought back memories; heavy, deep memories that you've kept buried in the back of your mind. Now, they were resurfacing, the remnants of your heart shattering piece by piece.

He was now posing for the other photographers, acting like you weren't even there, like you didn't exist to him.

Once, you were the only one getting those special pictures of him. You were the only one who would see that side of him. The one person he went out of his way to get good pictures for.

"Amor! Stay still!" You grinned widely, the cold winter wind biting at your cheeks. Pedri's laughter rang out as he shifted from one foot to the other, trying to dodge the camera's lens.

The snow crunched beneath his boots, but he was still a blur of motion, making it impossible to get a clear shot.

"How am I supposed to stay still with you acting like this?" he teased, his voice warm despite the chill in the air.

You rolled your eyes playfully, tightening your grip on the camera. "You're impossible," you muttered, but your smile couldn't hide the fondness that came up whenever he acted like this.

Pedri grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Come on, hermosa. Just one good picture, and I'll stop moving."

You focused the lens, watching him settle into an exaggerated pose, his usual grin wide and careless. The wind blew through his hair, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to fade. It was just him; looking at you like you held the entire world in your hands.

Your hands tightened around your camera as the memory played like a movie in your brain. And then suddenly, everything came crashing down; the stolen kisses between shots, the way he'd briefly brush his hand against yours, the little comments whispered as you worked, the glances mid game.

Those things all held a deep place in your heart. And now they were gone.

Gone because your busy schedules pulled you apart, because it wasn't fair to hold onto something that was slipping away. He was always traveling for games, and you had your own commitments. Late night calls turned into unread messages. The time you spent together shrank until there was nothing left.

Deep down, neither of you truly wanted to let go. He told you it was for the best. That it wouldn’t hurt as much this way.

But standing there, watching him ignore you like a stranger, you wonder if he really meant it, or if he just got better at pretending.

Regret seeped into your veins, like the venom of a snake that struck its teeth into your skin. You should've taken more photos of him when you had the chance; the realisation had you clutching your camera tightly, fingers wrapping around it like a python strangling its prey. You wished you had a thousand more moments frozen in time.

The crowd almost felt distant now, the stadium was too big, too overwhelming. Your head spun slightly, and someone bumped into you, almost knocking you off balance.

The click of the camera felt empty now, like capturing moments that no longer belonged to you. You should’ve taken more pictures back then. Maybe if you had, you wouldn’t feel like everything was slipping through your fingers now.

Exhaustion washed over you like a rain shower, causing you to feel slightly nauseous. Everything felt too much; the lights were too bright, the cheering was too loud, the moving crowd making your head spin. You felt a major imbalance wash over your body.

The feeling intensifies when you see him there, standing between the crowd, somehow catching your attention even though he was just another figure. It was too overwhelming. Everything felt weird, your vision blurred and your head spinning like a carousel.

Suddenly, as if a switch had flipped, your knees give up from under you. Your breath caught in your throat, closing your eyes, the drowsiness and nausea getting too much. You braced yourself to hit the ground, but instead, you fell into something else.

You opened your eyes, instantly regretting your decision as they opened to the blinding lights. Pedri was standing next to you, hands gripping your shoulders and waist to keep you from falling. He blinked, eyes scanning your face for any hint of injury.

Even though he acted distant, he still cared for you. His immediate instinct was to catch you, having watched you struggle to stand up straight for the past few minutes. As soon as your knees buckled, he rushed over, gribbing your upper body to make sure you didn't fall.

His touch felt grounding, like something familiar in the midst of chaos. He hesitated for a second, then let go of you, but not before making sure you could stand up on your own.

Pedri noticed your pale face, but he forced himself to step back. He wanted to make sure that you were okay, but he also didn't let himself linger too long. Finally, he spoke, his words sharp and sudden.

"I have to leave."

You shouldn't have been surprised, but it felt like a stab to your heart. It felt like he was forcing himself to create distance again.

He handed you a water bottle, giving you one last stare before he left. He didn't even give you a chance to talk, a chance to say anything.

As you gulped the water, the dizziness faded, but the emotions were still there. It felt like the moment left a deeper mark than just physical exhaustion, it left a big, deep cut right across your heart. The contrast from how grounded you felt when he was holding you and now was almost inconceivable.

And then, as you turned to leave the field, you felt a pair of eyes watching you. His. You didn't look up, didn't glance around to see where he was.

Instead, you took a deep breath and left the pitch, leaving everything that happened behind. As you entered the stadium floor, you looked back and saw him watching, eyes never leaving yours.

Your phone rang, the vibration snapping you out of the moment. You grabbed it, checking the caller ID.

Pedri

Maybe this wasn’t the end. Maybe it was.

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[kenananamin]

I LOVED your girl dad nanami hcs. This isn't a request but I was wondering like, imagine (I whole heartedly agree he's a girl dad) reader and nanami they had three sons. Don't get me wrong. Nanami LOVES his boys so much. And all of them are such gentlemen. He's raising them so good. Exact copies of him in manners and in looks some ways. The eldest son has his blonde hair, the middle son has his eyes and the youngest one has his highschool emo hair. BUT (now to the fun part) Reader is pregnant again and this time it's a girl.!!!!!! How would he react? And the boys too. Secretly they've also been wanting a little sister (that's so cute 😭)

Now, how do you think Nanami would react? I think he would cry, like legit he would. He's always wanted a baby girl. This is like a dream come true for him. And and the baby girl after being born looks exactly like him, hair, eyes, nose EVERYTHING.

While the boys take more after Nanami regarding their personality, meaning they're mature for their age and very well mannered. But his baby girl takes after reader's playful nature and is just so so precious and sweet. Of course she has good manners too. But she's like everyone's princess in the family.

Her brothers love her and are protective of her. And she's just so playful and adorable that no one can get mad even if she pulls a prank or messes something up at home.

It's like, even when Nanami tries to scold her (he never would) or discipline her, she would just giggle and and grab his arms and legs and just hold onto it (IM LITERALLY.. THIS IS TOO SWEET) A heavy sigh escapes Nanami and he smiles knowing his daughter has him wrapped around her fingers and he can never ever even try to talk to her in a stern manner. She's just so innocent.

Sorry sorry this was so Long 😭 even if you don't reply to it, I hope you enjoyed reading this at least.

i'm so happy you liked my girl dad nanami hcs!! thank you for reading it! 😭 and honestly while writing it, i was thinking of the exact opposite too, boy dad nanami but he finally gets his little princess at the end 🥹

so here are my hcs for nanami as a boy dad while secretly hoping the next one is a girl, and the boys praying their next sibling is a girl

is excited to have a boy as their first born, he thinks about the things he will teach him and how nanami plans to show his son how to treat women RIGHT

tells you that he's got this covered and his fiery passionate eyes tell you he indeed does got it

decorates the baby's room with old action figures and comic books/manga from his childhood

rewatches his old cartoons and shows to make sure they're appropriate for his son to watch with him

tells everyone how he has your eyes and his hair and lowkey brags that it's the prettiest combination

is excited to buy mini sneakers and baseball caps but stops with the shoes bc baby outgrows them in 0.2 seconds

likes to carry his son like a football bc it makes him giggle his heart out and nanami knows you're looking at his bicep 👀

is ECSTATIC when you're pregnant again and immediately wants to know the gender. he's excited for his son to have a partner in crime and is happy you saved all the things your first son used (nanami is very very pro-hand me downs and wants to see those tiny sneakers used again)

tells his son to kiss your tummy throughout your pregnancy bc he wants them to be super close from the beginning

on that note, nanami kisses and hugs his boys all the time to start to show them they can be a tough guy and like hugs and kisses just like daddy and not be embarrassed about any of it

is brought to tears almost every time he passes by the baby's room and the eldest is holding the baby's hand through the crib railings telling him "i love you baby"

likes seeing the eldest's patience when the baby is learning how to share and rewards the eldest with ice cream and tickles

tells his boys to open every door for mommy and hold it open if there's someone behind them

plays a little rough with the boys when they're play wrestling but they're all scolded by mommy when someone ends up crying (nanami was poked in the eye by a tiny finger and the boys thought they made their daddy cry)

buys his boys barbies so they can create a realistic fantasy world when they play. the eldest eventually puts the barbies in charge most of the time

nervous when you're taking the next pregnancy test and quietly hopes it's a girl. the eldest wants a girl too and the soon-to-be middle child just thinks it's another regular thursday aka he does not care yet lol

sighs when the doctor says it's another boy, he's happy bc they have everything they would need for another boy but he really was hoping for a girl since this might be their last child

last boy ends up being the blend of both kids, patient and quiet, but can be excited and loud if he's really into something

dedicates special quiet time w the boys to teach them to listen and appreciate quiet activities

takes his boys out to play sports every weekend to give mommy a break from so many boys and chants random phrases with them in the car

make his boys help with dinner, clean-up, and laundry bc he wants them to appreciate everything that's done for them

tells the boys to come into the room while you get ready for date night so they can see everything you do from deciding what to wear to hair to makeup, etc etc. this is when the boys get a front row seat to seeing how much dad appreciates and loves mom

then pulls them into the closet to show them everything he does to get ready bc a man needs to put in just as much effort

has coffee dates w his boys where he'll get his tea or black coffee and the boys will get a lemonade and their cake pops and they can drive around

hugs and kisses each one of his boys when he gets home which in turn makes the boys get used to being affectionate with each other

buys his boys flowers when he takes you yours. he wants to be the first one to ever them their flowers. this leads to the boys going outside to bring back a flower, dandelion, leaf, or rock to their dad. dad now has a collection of random things in his spot of the garden

weekly sit-down w the boys to talk about emotions to teach them how to put their feelings into words

does not explicitly tell his sons to kneel for women but his sons see how dad always kneels for you if you're sitting somewhere low (CUE TO EP 12 W NOBARA AND NITTA, THIS IS CANON)

is in shock when the boys come in for an intervention-like meeting asking why they don't have a sister yet and when they can get one

is impressed with how the eldest pulls him aside and shows him the plan to have a younger sister now so that he can have enough time w her before he leaves for college (eldest is not older than like 10 lmao but he's a planner just like dad)

shows you the plan and is in love with how everyone wants a girl

is very happy to keep trying 🫣😮‍💨

all the boys go w you to get the letter w the gender of the baby and start to plan a big gender reveal bc they all have a "feeling"

all start to cry uncontrollably when the inside of the gender reveal closet is full of pink clothes, blankets, and toys. someone's on the floor (eldest), someone is running laps around everything and everyone (middle), someone is carefully touching your tummy (nanami) and another is asking if they can name her like their favorite anime character (youngest)

all start reading and researching how to raise a girl and are visibly stressed yet excited

nanami starts creating lists of cute clothes and can stay up all night imagining a giggling little girl on his shoulders

cries if he's by himself and in his feelings bc he's so overwhelmingly happy w his life and kids, feels like the luckiest man

goes to lowe's to get paint to prepare his princess's room and the boys are in overalls and ready to paint when he gets home

imagines a little girl joining their coffee dates and the boys giving her their mud pies and holding her hand everywhere they go

sees the most beautiful little girl and is blinded by the love his kids have for each other

will pass by the baby's room in the middle of the night to see all 3 boys sleeping on the floor right next to her crib. grabs his pillow and joins his boys on the floor

buys a new baby kangaroo for the boys to decorate and carries their princess EVERYWHERE

has to break up arguments the boys start to have over who gets to push the stroller this time

the boys dress her up in their old sneakers and baseball caps

all wear tutus and tiaras while they patiently wait for her to pour them their cup of tea during tea time

the two youngest boys teach her how to get someone in a headlock to defend herself and nanami and eldest have to step in

eldest then secretly teaches her men's weak spots and plans to take her to a self defense class eventually

babygirl is always giggling and is so playful, her and mommy have got these boys wrapped around their fingers

nanami is always swaying whenever he’s standing still bc babygirl attaches herself to his leg and he swings her back and forth for as long as he’s standing straight. making a sandwich? swinging the baby on his leg. brushing teeth? swinging the baby on his leg. working on his standing desk? swinging the baby on his leg.

the bros get defensive if someone tries to scold her but they’ll pull her aside themselves and tell her why it was wrong. nanami stands outside the door and listens to them

nanami still asks his boys to go out and at least two suggestions from the boys include the little princess

nanami and boys for sure stare at mommy and princess in awe at random times

they all know the girls have the deciding vote and they run the whole house. and they love it 😌

nanami is so girl dad coded BUT he would be the best dad in general. he for sure needs a little girl somewhere in the mix but he’d win the fatherhood award for sure

[shegetsburned]

WRETCHED AND FILTHY, RIGHT? w. crocodile ⋆.˚ ᡴꪫ

── content. “sir crocodile relationship hcs nobody asked for, because i can and he’s legit my man.”

sfw

barely available during the day for you, but makes up for it when he’s actually with you. it’s long cuddly naps under the covers or fancy dates that await you whenever he does have the time.

you will never ever ever need anything. money? he’s got you covered. clothes? no, your wardrobe is getting bigger and bigger by the week. freedom? girl you can do anything you want and he’ll have everything taken care of.

allows you to sit on his lap while he’s working.

would support the shit out of whatever you’re working towards. any goal or dream you have. also, he’ll probably crush anyone or anything that would stand in the way of that. competition? you don’t have any competition, you’re the best and they’re all terrified to work against you.

he might not be at home often but trust that you won’t ever have to feel alone. he’s got you a cute little pug who keeps you company and a giant aquarium with gorgeous species including one or two caimans.

passenger princess treatment all the way.

lets you wash his hair. he’ll never admit how good it feels when you scratch his scalp and brush his hair so tenderly, applying soft-smelling cream afterwards like you know how to. it became part of his routine when he pulled you into the bathroom whenever he needed his hair done and wouldn’t allow anyone else but you.

sprays some of your perfume on his wrist before a long day at work so he can have some part of you on him at all times.

nsfw

fingers you with his rings on. the cold metal makes you flinch and it almost pinches you, but the pleasure overcomes the pain when his slender finger goes in. the diameter of his rings adds up to his already huge finger and it feels heavenly.

undoes your bra with his hook. the threatening steel of it sends shivers down your spine when it brushes against your naked back, but it’s so fucking hot for no reason and he’s seen the way you clench your jaw to contain the pleasure which only turns him on more.

fucking loves when you’re riding him.

loves mean sex. when he’s pressing his weight against your back so you take him all in and your curses are muffled by the pillow. he’s holding you down with his hand around your throat and just as you’re about to have a life-changing orgasm he pulls out, his tip teasing your entrance with no intention of going back in. your whines bring an dirty smile to his face.

constantly leaves marks. you’ve got biting marks, small scratches he’s done with his hook and red marks on your ass from his tight grip on your flesh.

© shegetsburned 2024 please do not repost/edit/or claim my writing as your own.

[quitealotofsodapop]

I decided to just post as is legit could not think past thay part.

It was late when the knock came. Wukong frowned as he looked up from the movie he was watching, some action film based on Erlang of all beings he was only a quarter invested in and was more simply using ot for background noise while he laid on his beat up old couch. It was well past midnight and he definitely wasn't expecting any company. Cautious, he groaned as he stood up, tail flicking as the knock came again, much more loud and aggressive this time.

"Alright, alright! It's well past midnight, you better have a the hell of a good reason for banging on... my.... door." Wukong grumbled loud enough for his impatient guest to hear, all but tearing the door off his hinges in his frustration as he aired his grievances, only to trail off into shocked silence when he sees exactly who his unwanted visitor was.

Wukong blinked twice at the sight of the figure shadowing his doorstep, not quite believing his eyes. He pinched himself and even flashed his Eyes of Truth to ensure it wasn't a dream or illusion. The dark furred monkey with a red butterfly eye marking did not disappear from sight or suddenly transform into something else. In fact, his already sharp grin became even more pointed and wide once he noticed Wukong had opened the door.

Wukong slammed the door shut, pressing his back against the wood as his heart began to race, knowing that the barrier of wood between him and the other monkey would do absolutely nothing to keep him out. How the hell- why is Macaque there!? What did he want!? Even as the thought crossed the former king's mind he knew the answer. Macaque was there for him!

Thinking quickly, he locked the door, activating the barrier spell he'd preset on the door years ago, and began turning every light he could on as he locked it and then fled to his bedroom, closing the blinds and trying to prevent as many shadows as possible. It was a foolishness endeavor, this house lighting was a few dim bulbs, one for each room, and the one above the front door always flickered. At most it'd buy him a precious few seconds... at worst it'd be a waste of time and those precious seconds used to turn the lights in could have been put to better use getting as far from the door as possible or escaping. Either way, Wukong knew one thing. He did not want to know what the shadow monkey wanted with him!

In his haste he slammed to hard against the corner of that hallway that led to his room, knocking a picture from the wall with a crash as at the frame shattered. He didn't have time to pick it up, choosing instead to run through the broken glass and ignore the sting and the bloody footprints left behind as noticed the shadows at the entrance begin to darken, trying to to think about the content kf the photo and how MK's graduation photo would now probably be ruined and covered in blood. A sharp sting to Wukong's power reserves told him that the barrier had easily been torn through, and now Macaque was in his home. It was a weak little thing, meant moreso to keep mortal thieves out than to prevent anyone with any real power from entering, Wukong hadn't thought he'd need something stronger.

After all, a simple mechanic would have no need for a guardian level barrier spell on his door.

'Then again,' Wukong had a hysterical thought as he all but burst down his bedroom door and flew across the room, rummaging under his bed for his bolt bag, 'Most simple mechanics aren't actually demon gods in disguise!'

Cursing as he wiggled under the bed, regretting that he kept it so far into the corner that he had to practically shove his entire body under the small space to reach it, he could sense the area around him getting cooler and his ears flicked back and forth as a reverberating laugh began to bounce off the walls around him. He's out of time!

His heart was bearing so fast he could hear it in his own ears, and so he knew his unwelcome guest could hear it, as he resched as far as he could and just barely managed to snag a claw on the beat up old bag's strap. He smiled at that, a small flame of hope beginning to burn in his chest only to be swiftly snuffed out as he felt something grab his leg. With the yelp, he was pulled from under the bed, stars exploding from behind his eyes as the harsh tug caused him to bang his head on the wooden frame as he was exposed and made vulnerable before his pursuer. Dazed, he could feel himself being turned over onto his back as something dark and heavy grabbed at his wrists and pinned them adjacent to his head, the straddling his stomach as he leaned over him, face inches from his own.

"Hey there, You're Majesty!~" Macaque's dark, silky voice purred out, his breath against Wukong's ear as he finally blinked the spots away and took in his position. "You are not an easy person to find, you know that!?"

In another life, Wukong might have felt agitated and annoyed by Macaque's tone, might have mocked him and pointed out that that had been the whole point of taking on a new identity. He might have fought back or slammed him against the wall, demand he leave his home and go skulk off somewhere else. Shown him the power of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven as he chased him away from this very realm. But this isn't that life. Wukong isn't that person anymore, he hasn't been for many, many years.

He didn't ever want to be that person anymore.

"No matter, I found you in the end." The Macaque continued, realizing the king wasn't going to speak, "Bit of a dump, huh? What sort of place you running here, Wukong!? This is far from your usual grandeur and wealth. If you hadn't been so bold and attention seeking during New Years I might never have found you!"

That's because Wukong isn't a king anymore. He gave up his crown centuries ago, and now he is a simple mechanic living in the upper apartment of his garage. He turned his head, not able to find the words to explain to him that this is his own way of protecting everyone. That the Monkey King is no more, that what happened on New Years had been a fluke, a that the Spider Queen had forced his hand. Sun Wukong was, as far as Wukong himself was concerned, supposed to be dead and buried. It was safer for everyone that way, where the monster in China's history is forgotten and faded into nothing more than myth and legend where he can't hurt anyone ever again.

"Well!? Aren't you going to say anything!?" Macaque demanded, growing frustrated at Wukong's perceived disinterest in him, his hands releasing the golden monkey's wrist, grabbing at the front of his filthy tank top instead to slam him against the ground. The metallic taste of blood hit his tongue as one of his sharp fangs nicked the inside of his mouth. Wukong reflexively squeezing his eyes shut as the wind escaped his lungs and his head banged once more against a solid surface, this time the slightly softer thin carpet of his floor. "Where's your silver tongue, now!? No excuse? No comeback!? What the hell is wrong with you!?"

Miscommunication, thy name is Shadowpeach.

Wukong is convinced that Macaque is there to try and kill him. And why shouldn't he?!

Ignores even his own injury from trying to run just to put more distance between them.

And Macaque is angry. Not just because of their fight and his death. But mainly because Wukong seems So... Not Wukong! This isn't the prideful King he knew and fell for all those centuries ago! Where is he?!

Wukong is trying to stop himself from saying that his mate is "As beautiful as the day I lost you." between desperate pleas that Macaque just stop and leave him to his mortal existence.

Eventually the shadow monkey gives up, and seeing Wukong "like an idiot" ran through broken glass; decides to start grooming and tending to him. Wukong is so puzzled and tired that he just rolls with it.

Wukong awakes to a bandaged foot, the smell of breakfast, and a super protective jealous not-ex-anymore husband in his kitchen cleaning up the shop like it's their new nest.

[unwashedunsatisfiedmeowmeow]

fanboy!Noah x idol!MC

"My personal hater" visual novel AU in which Noah is your most loyal fan.

(art by me)

So imagine that you're a popular idol who got famous not so long ago. You've been working towards this goal of yours for quite a time before you were finally aknowleged by the masses. You're very grateful for that and now you're using this popularity by working even harder! You make music after music after clip after clip and so on...

Eventually you grow tired. It was a matter of time when this will happen and deep down you knew that will happen sooner or later... But it appeared in such a problematic time. Live concerts, shooting music videos for your released songs as well as recording new songs to keep the fans "well fed"... To say that you were fucked in the ass by work (metaphorically) would be an underestimation at this point.

Despite having a big crew of professionals from different fields managing a lot of the tasks for you - it's still not enough to make you breathe out with ease. You're always on the verge of crashing out and running away for good. Things have gotten so bad that you start to regret becoming an idol - the only dream job you once thought was right for you.

One day you go back home as usual from a long day of work. You enter an elevator with a person in it without even looking at who it was. You didn't give a fuck at this point. And of course you looked like a mess. Not that cheerful and cute bbg you pretend to be for your hungry fans.

It was plain oversized clothes, medical mask, greasy hair and a tired look you had. You were spacing out and ready to sleep in that damn elevator as usual.

What an irony that the guy who was obviously your fan - wasn't noticed by you. But he on the other hand - recognized you right away, even if you didn't look your best. However instead of talking to you, Noah just stood there dumbfounded. His idol, the one he supported from the very start was in the same elevator as him!!!

"HOLY SHIT!!! FUCK, IS IT REALLY MC?! OH MY GOOOODDD!!!"

He is legit your first fan ever. He supported you with evverything he could support you with. Words of encouragement, binge listening to all your songs on repeat. He was even creating new accounts for that reason alone, so the platform you're releasing your songs in will promote them to other people. He also donated you fat coins whenever you decided to stream and to talk to your fans. Noah was the first one to buy all of your merch and wearing it (if it was possible).

Basically he was and still is your one and only true fan. He doesn't mind being called a simp by his friends and close ones either. After all, your music saved his life when he was really depressed and was planning on committing suicide. You will always be his cute little angel whether you like it or not.

Back to the elevator scene though:

Noah's breath hitched and he couldn't look away from you. For the first time in his life he saw you in real life! AND IT WAS ALONE IN THE ELEVATOR WITH HIM! Not in the fan meeting like he thought it would happen too?!

"It has to be fate. We're meant for each other! I knew we will meet sooner or later MC~"

Although he was itching to just tap your shoulder, feeling a little bit of your body and ask for an autograph with selfie, but he behaved himself. Why? Because Noah knows where you live now. It would be wasteful, to throw the chance of pretending to meet you naturally just for these temporary things.

He will save these requests of his for later, when you will be deep into the relationship with him.

Thanks for reading my AU drabble of Noah fanboy! Bye!