#though there's a lot of room for interesting conversation when it comes to an aligned style Deathsaurus

[orbitariums]

older art x younger black reader sugar daddy aspect... short lil smut included with breeding kink... art is grown and tired as ever but the most alive when he's with you.

older! art + younger black reader is something so sacred like. he's absolutely smitten by you, obsessed, and not shy about showing it. your laugh is like tinkling bells to him, and you laugh a lot. you're so innocent in the sense that you haven't been marked with the scar of age that mars your joie de vivre. each time you laugh, really laugh with the full force of your body, throwing your head back so your nose aligns with the stars, he just grins up at you in pure bliss.

you're so gentle with each other – when you're out walking together he always holds your hand, pulls you gently aside when a bike whizzes by. when he's tired after a day of training you straddle his lap on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around his neck and pressing your forehead to his, like you're trying to telecommunicate a feeling of calm. you never fight, at least not the way art used to in his past relationships. if you're upset about something, you listen to each other. you come to a compromise. you sleep on it and revisit it the next day with a fresh mind (but you never go to bed angry). he speaks to you in dulcet, crooning tones — "you okay honey?" "i know baby."

he buys you whatever you want. if you're out with him you might as well leave your wallet at home. art is your wallet. he knows it and doesn't even think twice about it. even when you do try to pay for something, he's already taken care of it or he's stepping in front of you wordlessly and tapping his card. if you want something, it's in your hands in a heartbeat, no matter how expensive. if you even mention a bag you’ve been eyeing, it’s at your doorstep the next day.

you've introduced him to so many new things aligning with your generation. sometimes it's hard not to feel like an old fogey, but he takes a genuine interest in filming your tiktoks, brainstorming instagram post captions, and rating movies on letterboxd with you. his latest favorite has been watching reels and tiktoks of wig installs with you. he's practically begging you to let him do your braid down. you settle on letting him do the voiceover for your grwm tiktoks instead. you even enrich his taste palate — he'd never had or heard of seafood boil before you and now slapping on a pair of plastic gloves and getting king crab legs is your favorite thing to do on date nights.

you've taken to your own nicknames for him — "artie", "pookie", "my love." the most curious one though, and possibly his favorite — is "baby daddy."

you'd said it one time casually in conversation after he bought you a dress you'd tried on in the airport before your flight to fiji, hugging him close at the register and doting on him,

"thank you baby daddy!"

he stills when he hears you say it, swipes his card wordlessly and heads out of the shop with you still clung to his hip. while you're sitting in the lounge at the airport, he suddenly needs clarification,

"baby daddy? doesn't that imply that... i'm the father of your children?"

"huh...?" you were occupied with your nails. you looked up at him, noting the slightly clouded expression on his face. "i mean, technically yeah. but it's just a cute pet name to me. why, do you not like it?"

"i like it," was all art said in reply, and you placed a big kiss on his cheek, snuggling into his neck.

later that night in the hotel room, you're pressed beneath art as he places practically all of his weight on top of you. his hips are rolling into yours, unforgivably deep and penetrating. you can feel the curvature of his body digging against you. he can feel the plush of your breasts and the sweat slicking between the two of you. you're moaning raucously into his ear, fingers combing through his hair, damp with sweat.

"i'm your baby daddy?" he questions, his mouth pressed against your ear. you whimper when you hear it from him, low and imploring, even though he knows you can't respond right now. he's fucking you too good and he knows it, knows when you've reached an unresponsive state while he fucks you into oblivion. "want me to pump you full of my fucking kids? feed your pussy my cum?"

you're pulsing around him like crazy the more he talks, and he pulls away just slightly so he can see your face. his eyes gazing into yours, he asks,

"hmm? you want that? you want me to get you pregnant?"

his thrusts grow sharper and quicker, and somehow deeper. you yelp at the pleasure, and nod vigorously as you throw your hand over your mouth.

"art," you can barely whisper. he nods, his jaw grit so hard it's visible through his cheeks.

"i know baby, i know. i wanna hear you say it. want you to cum around this cock while you say it."

your back arches off the bed as you squeal,

"fuck, daddy, yes! i want you to get me fucking pregnant, want you to fill this pussy up with your cum, please."

it's like that sends him into overdrive and he fucks you at a pace you didn't know was previously possible. you're shaking as he thrusts harshly into you, pulsating around his dick and squeezing him with a vice grip when you finally come.

art's head hangs when he feels you squeeze around him and his thrusts start to grow stuttered and sloppy as he whimpers your name,

"fuck, yn. make me come, yes."

as promised, he shoots ropes of cum inside of you. when you think he's done, there's still more, painting your insides and eventually oozing out of you. two slow, redeeming thrusts to keep it all inside of you, and he's finally slowly pulling out. the both of you watch as some of it drips out of you. art rushes to finger it back inside of your sensitive, sore pussy. but you have no complaints.

he collapses beside you and you immediately bury yourself into his side.

"so baby daddy does it for you, huh?" you giggle.

art sighs deeply, resting one hand on your shoulder and the other on his stomach. even he is in awe of himself. he takes a deep breath, trying to commit the memory of your pussy dripping with his cum to his mind,

"you could say that."

[court-jobi]

Alexa, Play...

((banner by me! I don't own Horikoshi's work OR the mindblowing art of @gsony24~used w permission))

Pairing: Midoriya x reader

Words: 1.6k

Rating: G~

Warnings: Southern US!GNreader, comfort fic, tooth-rotting fluff here y'all, established relationship, language barrier, dancing-in-the-kitchen level self-insert

Summary:

Izuku comes home to spot your grocery list on the fridge written out in your native language- something he sees just as rarely as hearing you speak it. Just when he thinks he couldn't possibly find you more adorable, you strike a match and chuck it into his heart with a touch as simple as a peck on his cheek, a laugh thrown his way... or -like now- when you chat over the phone in an accent he never gets to hear. He wants to hear more so badly, and asks for it so sweetly.

A/N: a short n'sweet one today, folks, bc I was missing writing for this sweet green bean. I have yet to see MHA: You're Next, but have no one to see it with ughhhhh so off to writing fanfic to soothe the pain~

For my My Hero Academia Masterlist, check it out here!

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You're on the phone with your mom when Izuku finds your sticky note for shopping on the fridge. His mindful shut of the door was appreciated by your mouthed apology, but let him know that he'd best occupy himself solo for a bit while you catch up. The time difference between your home country and here leaves your windows to chat limited, so he’s happy when your schedules align like this. 

If you'll be on a while longer, he thinks he can take a quick drive and pick up these few things for you. Inspired by the idea, he plucks the list out from the magnet’s hold.

You've got nice handwriting, a blend between printed letters and a tilted, cursive script. Personality shines especially near the end of a word, when you're rushing to move onto the next thought. 

Painter’s tape

bananas

white vinegar (stupid drain line)

It's so simple, but when it's written in your native language by default, it feels like a secret to be reading even something so simple as a list like this– scribbled out in the way as it appears in your head.

For most formal paperwork, your kana characters are decently executed, though it's always going to be harder when you grew up speaking Japanese rather than filling out lines and lines of bellwork in the kanji style. This isn't to say you've not been trying:

Over the course of your courtship, you've bonded with young Eri as an extension of Izuku's life and have inherited some of her early learning textbooks. You happened on them by accident, when you were helping her paint her room a few months ago. It sounded elementary when you expressed the interest to read and write Japanese better, and the sweet girl was so enthusiastic to help! 

She lent you her books, but of course you weren't becoming an expert overnight. However slow you’d pace yourself, Izuku was plenty proud of you for making the effort. He'd allow you as much grace as he could spare– especially since your notes were still so cute to find here and there~

Across the room, pacing along every other tile on the floor like stepping stones, you look up catching Izuku staring. You’ve been deep in conversation for only about an hour, but give him a wrench of your nose in jest, and begin wrapping up the call explaining that he’s home and you’d like to greet him properly. 

Izuku calls out a quick 'hi’ and ‘bye' to your mom when he motions to go on speaker; you're not one to refuse him, as he well knows. 

You seem pleased on more than one front when he asks to talk to your family, so he continues to do it. For one, you’re touched by how spirited he is to even want to interact with your mother, and his dropping of formalities and reverting to English to speak to her means a lot to you. Neither point is lost on sweet Izuku, based on how your smile brightens when he jogs over to you to be more in speaking range. 

When you hang up, you're quick to pop up and kiss him as a welcome home. Izuku hangs onto you a little longer than usual, thumb rubbing into your cheek as he savors you several times in quick succession. 

Just when he thinks he couldn't possibly find you more adorable, you strike a match and chuck it into his heart with a touch as simple as a peck on his cheek or a laugh thrown his way. 

“‘Zuku, what's that look for, babe?” 

In your sentimental bliss, you're still surprised to get such adoring treatment from him almost a year into a relationship. 

“Nothing,” Izuku chimes back, “I just forget that you're this American sometimes~”

“Whaddya mean, ‘you forget’?!” the concept sounds hilarious to you. 

“I do!” Izuku offers to take your phone to plug it in nearby, “I have to remind myself that Japanese isn't your first language, until I see you on FaceTime with your mom. Out of nowhere, I'll just hear you sound so different, like: ‘byyyye~ talk to y'all later’!”

You snort at his attempt at a southern accent– stiff and stuck on the wrong vowels. Clearly this succeeds in amusing you, because you hop up and down on the balls of your feet like you've discovered a new game:

“Oh my God, ‘Texas Smash Deku’ is the stuff of my fantasies!– oo!! say, ‘I’d like a honey butter chicken biscuit’~”

“WHAT?? N-no!!”

“What YES!! Please??”

Both doubled over in laughter, you're entertained over his thorough embarrassment, but you're both smitten and carefree: holding onto each other despite nearly buckling at the knees.

Izuku tries his best to catch his breathe first, determined to explain himself,

“I can't do it right! It's like- you say things- I don't know how to describe it! It's not just the flat, movie star accent.. It's–"

“What, a-- ‘drawl’? ‘Twang’?”

Izuku snaps at the realization.

“Yes!! That!! The country kind, like that chef you watch!”

You've rolled your eyes, stepping out of his kind hold in favor of checking out what takeout he brought home. 

“-Hey, no, come back!”

“‘Makin’ fun'ah my accent, I outta smack you’.”

You're far from really mad as you tote around the kitchen getting silverware and soy sauce, but Izuku follows you around like a shadow regardless. Eyes full of that puppy love, he does try to block you in from the pantry closet,

“I’m sorry, honey~”

“No you're not.” --but you're grinning out of forgiveness anyway.

Izuku sneaks a hold on you, reeling you in. It’s cozy in your shared kitchen, alight with just the right amount of overhead lighting and enough space for you two to stand and share tasks.

“I do like hearing you talk like that,” he shares contentedly, “It’s nice to listen to that side of you, especially when you have a lot to say.”

“Yeah well,” you turn into his arms, rather than away, “I'm sure you've noticed already, it comes from her side of the family. Guess I can't really ditch the accent whenever I switch back. The more I think about it… I'm gonna be happy if I can keep sounding like her as I get older. Lets me keep something of hers- even if my ‘dashing hero’ of a man over here thinks I'm being cheeky."

“No, I'm not teasing now! I mean it,” Izuku presses into you, “I only meant, you don't hold back or anything when you're chatty with her.”

He wonders if it stems from shyness, your avoidance of using too much English here at home. If you’re jamming out while doing chores -presuming you’re alone- you’ll switch the station once you know you have an audience.

“Not trying to hide it with you! I'm just out of practice here. No one else in our circle really uses English, so it doesn't come up, I guess.”

You make the point with a wistful aire. Occasionally you'll sub English classes as a favor to Izuku’s effervescent coworker at UA, but not often enough to get too much exposure. He's always been impressed with your Japanese diction, and thinks you could very well go into teaching if you ever wanted a career change.

Still, whether its for work or play, it’s a sound that’s intrinsically you, and there’s a magic to it that Izuku finds himself chasing. A secret power of yours, if he could only unlock it.

“--Plus, I don't think a lot of the slang translates over?” you get comfortable in his arms, locking your fingers behind his neck with no intention of leaving as you muse, “You guys have your own here, and that’s hard to figure out anyway.”

“I suppose you’re right.” 

Tenderly, you run your nails through his hair, a thoughtful look up to him, 

“Do you want me to use it more at home? Lay on the sugar for ya?”

A chance to hear you at your core? Watch your handwritten notes come alive?

“If you want-” Izuku softens, “-if you’re comfortable.”

“Can you understand me though?”

“I can hear you. It only gets hard when you get excited, ‘cuz you talk fast.”

You fuss back at him, “Oh, as if you don't.”

Caught under your hypocritical eye, he can only offer an honest chuckle back, “Fair~”

But for all of your feeling put on the spotlight, you seem to hold a soft spot for the way Izuku makes his requests:

“ ‘I guess I can indulge ya, since you asked so nicely.’ ”

–and it’s enough for him to try his hand to give you a linguistic sparring partner right back:

“ ‘Say something else.’ ”

All English flies out the window when he's looking at you like this, as you fall under a fit of nervous laughter, “What am I supposed to say?!” 

“ ‘Sing me a song, my love. Something 'twangy'.”

You giggled, "'Twangy', good Lord…” 

Izuku could write novels on everything from your finest features to even your most pensive insecurities, romanticizing each of them into a beautifully imperfect anthology. He does so in his mind, at least, when you’re barely lucid on the edge of sleep but still trying to engage him in meaningful conversation. He’ll do so in the notes on his phone, when he learns of yet another favorite token of yours, and wants to add it to the list of comfort measures he can refer to when you need it most.

And when you prompt Alexa to play your newly revealed ‘Karaoke hours that will never see the light of day’ playlist -the one that’s chock-full of female power ballads which you begin to sing your own rendition to-  Izuku is certain his mind nor fingers nor heart can catalog how much more he can possibly love you… though he’ll dance in place with you as he listens and soaks it all in.

[the-cosmic-cauldron]

🌸 Spring’s Coming: What’s Happening To You In March Based On Your Moon Sign🌸

February has passed, and now we’re welcomed into a new month: March. The month when the cold days that make us curl up under a warm blanket with a hot cup of tea begin to transform into sunnier days. The sun’s rays shine so deeply into your room that their warmth feels almost furnace-like. When you step outside, there’s still that slight chill in the breeze, but it reinvigorates your body and helps you breathe a little easier. Spring is just around the corner. March is here, and before we know it, the cherry blossoms will bloom, flowers will sprout, the grass will turn greener, and the air will remind us of all the beautiful, precious moments.

Today’s reading is a collective one, based on your moon sign, offering insights into what March holds for you in terms of love, career, and emotional well-being. It may not resonate with everyone, but there should be some truth in it that speaks to your month ahead. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day and have a blessed one.

Aries Moon: Avoidance, Loss, and Impatience

Love

In terms of love, this month feels like a time of avoidance for Aries. You are stuck, heavily reflecting on the past, and there’s a noticeable hesitance in moving forward. The main issue here is avoidance—you’re avoiding addressing the unresolved matters within your relationship that are holding you back from progression. You may feel lost when it comes to how to move forward, and that’s because communication is lacking. You are not talking to the person you care about or are interested in, and there’s a chance they may be avoiding you too.

While there’s a desire to connect, have fun, and make exciting plans with this person, you’re holding back. In order to do so, though, you’d need to open up and have a conversation. This lack of communication makes the energy feel stale and stagnant in your love life throughout March. There is a lot of potential, but without addressing these issues, progress will be difficult.

Career

For Aries in March, there may be job loss or job transition. Some of you may experience being laid off, fired, or choosing to walk away from your current position. This will not be an easy process—it will feel like the job has discarded you, leaving you in a vulnerable financial situation. However, this career setback has a silver lining. Although it may initially feel like a blow, this loss is actually designed to push you toward something better, something that aligns more with your purpose.

As you go through the struggle, there will be opportunities for growth. You’ll be motivated to look for better opportunities, perhaps in areas you hadn’t considered before. Despite the difficulty, this can ultimately open new doors for you.

Emotional Themes

March is a month where emotions are running high for Aries. You’re driven by goals and ambition, and you have a sense of urgency about achieving what you want right now. However, there’s a lack of patience and a struggle with work ethic, making it hard to execute those goals. The desire for immediate results clashes with the reality that achieving your ambitions will take time and effort. This internal conflict could lead to pessimism and frustration.

You might feel disheartened at times, as things are not moving at the pace you’d like. However, there will be a moment of emotional clarity later in the month. During this time, you’ll take a step back, introspect, and come to realize that you’ve been pushing too hard and approaching things the wrong way. This self-reflection will help you regain balance. You’ll understand that things take time, and you’ll start to approach your goals with more patience and organization. Ultimately, you’ll move toward a state of emotional fulfillment and steadiness, overcoming the negativity that may have plagued you earlier in the month.

Taurus Moon: Lucky Lover, New Money, A Break From Someone

Love

For Taurus Moons in March, the beginning of the month brings a tendency to overthink your love life. You may find yourself staying up late, preoccupying your mind with thoughts about someone, or driving yourself crazy mentally. This overthinking is excessive and not reflective of reality. It may stem from past experiences that have caused stress when it comes to approaching relationships.

Despite the mental strain, you’re on a great page with the person you’re dealing with. There’s harmony between the two of you, as you both align with each other’s desires and preferences. Communication is flowing easily, and there’s a sense of reassurance in the connection. Luck seems to be on your side this month, with positive circumstances that bring unexpected good fortune. Some things may happen that you didn’t anticipate, leaving you thinking, “How did this happen? How is this so great?”

Career

In terms of your career, Taurus Moons are likely to experience a fresh start this month. You may have been feeling unfulfilled in your current job and unable to continue with the emotional exhaustion and frustration it has brought. Now, you’re ready to move past that disappointment. March is a powerful month for you to apply for a new job or explore new career paths. You are ambitious and eager to manifest change, no longer willing to wait or take your time. You’ll actively jump on any opportunity that comes your way to make it happen. This is a month of stability and financial prosperity, as you move toward a more stable path in your career. You’re not hesitating to take on this new chapter.

Emotional Themes

Emotionally, Taurus Moons in March will start to feel incredibly capable. There’s a revitalization of confidence and a renewed sense of empowerment. Things that once seemed difficult or out of reach now feel achievable. This shift in perception will bring a total transformation in your mindset and life journey. You’ll feel not only more capable but also more aware of yourself and your surroundings.

However, there may be a falling out with someone this month, likely due to disagreements or being on different mental pages. You may find yourself questioning, “Why did this fight happen? Why did this argument take place?” While you may want to walk away from the situation without engaging in drama, the conflict could leave you reflecting on the intensity of the exchange. You might feel a bit avoidant, retreating into your own world and steering clear of further drama.

Gemini: Non-Committal, Powerful Networking, Unfulfillment

Love

For Gemini Moons in March, there is a lack of commitment in your love life. Some of you may be cheating or being dishonest, sneaking off and engaging with someone else, only to return to your partner as if nothing happened. This dishonesty is causing tension in your relationships.

Others of you may have recently gone through a breakup or will experience one this month. Even if you’re still together physically, there’s a disconnect emotionally and mentally. There’s a lack of affection and intimacy, and the bond feels weak. The relationship may feel like you’re together but not truly united. There’s no real closeness or affection, and the maturity needed to address these issues is lacking. Neither you nor your partner seem willing to resolve the situation or acknowledge the disconnect. You may be avoiding responsibility for the state of the relationship and are focused more on selfish desires, like seeking personal pleasure and indulgence, while neglecting the relational aspect.

Career

Career-wise, March looks to be an exciting and powerful month. You’re in a highly creative space, full of ideas that you can execute. You’ll be making important decisions that could have significant payoffs for your career. There are powerful moves ahead, and you’re in a position to make things happen.

Networking opportunities will also be abundant this month. You’ll meet people who could offer you the potential to level up in your career. It’s a social month in terms of your career, and you’ll be engaging with others who can help you grow. Your desire for exponential growth is strong, and you’re taking the steps necessary to turn that into reality.

Emotional Themes

Emotionally, Gemini Moons are experiencing heartache and pain in March. You’re feeling mentally exhausted and beaten down, and you may be struggling with feelings of unfulfillment. There was an opportunity that you thought would be rewarding, but it slipped away, leaving you feeling disappointed and regretful.

You’re struggling with emotional confusion and fear about the future, and you may feel emotionally stagnant. There’s a sense of shrinking away from others and even from yourself. You’re finding it hard to nurture and care for yourself in the midst of this emotional turmoil. There are a lot of mental blocks and growth obstacles that make it difficult to move forward. In March, you may feel emotionally low and overwhelmed by the challenges you’re facing.

Cancer Moon: Lingering Pain, Tension At Work, Stuck On The Past

Love

At the beginning of March, Cancer Moons will experience feelings of deep hurt. Someone may have wronged you, either by cheating or saying something that deeply affected you. You will likely feel like this is the end, and your hope for love might seem dim, especially at the start of the month. You may spend time wallowing in the pain, as it becomes a major emotional theme in March.

However, this emotional state will linger, though it won’t last indefinitely. As the month progresses, you’ll begin to go out more and engage with others. You may find yourself on dates and enjoying the company of a lover. There may be moments of fun, indulgence, and perhaps even drinking or using substances together, though it’s likely to happen in public settings surrounded by people rather than intimate, private moments.

In terms of commitment, March seems to bring a shift, and by the end of the month, there could be a solidified commitment with the person you are involved with. You may find yourselves thinking about the future and making decisions together. It’s a surprising turn, going from feeling hurt and disconnected to enjoying yourself and even receiving commitment from a partner.

Career

In February, you may have felt like you were burning out at work, overextending yourself. However, in March, you will gradually begin to recover from that burnout, finding a balance and incorporating more relaxation into your work routine. This shift will lead to positive results, and you’ll feel more confident in your career. There may also be recognition and accolades coming your way, which is likely to boost your confidence even further.

Additionally, someone at work may have developed a crush on you or is keeping an eye on you, which could add a bit of intrigue to your work environment. Despite these positive developments, you may still struggle with certain conflicts at work. You may not see eye to eye with some coworkers or have difficulty deciding how to approach specific tasks. While you’re shining in your career, the desire to do too much could lead to overextending yourself again, causing conflict and potentially burnout if you’re not careful. It’s important to balance your ambitions with self-care.

Emotional Themes

Emotionally, Cancer Moons will find themselves relying heavily on others for support, encouragement, and enthusiasm throughout the month. Your support system will be a vital source of strength, helping you navigate emotional challenges and enjoy yourself in various ways.

However, despite this support, you may still feel stuck on something from the past. There could be a mental roadblock preventing you from fully moving forward with certain emotions, making it difficult for you to process or let go of past feelings. These unresolved emotions might cause a sense of being overwhelmed, and you could feel like you’re emotionally unstable or disrupted throughout the month.

This emotional intensity may cause you to feel uprooted or unsafe emotionally, and it may take some time and effort to ground yourself. You’ll likely need to confront these destabilizing emotions and work through them in order to regain emotional equilibrium.

Leo Moon: Cutting Through The Bullshit, Taking A Break From Work, Emotionally Unstable

Love

In March, Leo Moons will experience tension in their romantic connections. There will be too much energy between you and your partner, leading to conflict. Both of you may want each other but have different desires and approaches, causing a clash. This tension will dominate the beginning of the month and could feel like a collision between your needs and expectations.

However, by the end of the month, there will be a breakthrough. The cycle of conflict you’ve been experiencing—possibly since February—will come to an end. A new phase will emerge in your romantic life, marked by change. You’ll be stepping away from old patterns and entering a period where you’re more focused on clear, mature communication. This shift will bring peace, balance, and stillness into your connection, allowing for smoother and more constructive conversations. If you’re in an existing relationship, this will significantly improve the dynamic. If you’re starting a new connection, it will feel clear, communicative, and balanced.

Career

In February, you may have been overworking and using a lot of mental energy in your career. However, in March, you will likely feel the need to take a step back. You may seek rest, take vacation, or prioritize things like early bedtimes to rejuvenate yourself. You’re no longer interested in pushing yourself too hard and want to take a break from the constant grind of work.

Despite this desire to rest, there will still be some blockages in your career growth. You may struggle with feeling grounded and finding your flow, and there may be difficulty flourishing in your work. You will find it challenging to invest your energy into your career in March, and this struggle could lead to tension. You might be torn between withdrawing and needing to do more, pushing yourself hard at times, and not realizing how this might negatively affect your well-being.

This tension between rest and work could create emotional instability in your professional life. You may feel like you’re not seeing things clearly or might overcommit again without realizing it, falling back into old habits of overwork. It’s important to find a balance between nurturing yourself and your career.

Emotional Themes

March will be an emotionally unstable month for Leo Moons. You may feel like you have little control over your emotions, and there might be a desire to withdraw from others. You won’t be as open about your feelings or experiences, preferring to keep things to yourself. This could be a time where you’re focused on deepening your emotional understanding and following your intuition, but it’s possible that your emotions will come up suddenly and strongly, prompting you to act on them without fully processing or considering the consequences.

There could also be difficulty connecting with others—whether with friends, family, or romantic partners. You may feel disappointed or isolated emotionally, leading to moments of acting impulsively based on your emotions. Instead of taking time to reflect, you may make decisions on the fly, which could lead to feelings of regret or frustration later.

Virgo Moon: Emotional Coldness, Unstable Work, Nostalgic

Love

In March, Virgo Moons will experience some emotional coldness in their romantic connections. There’s a lack of nurturance in the bond between you and your partner, which is causing a sense of disconnection. Your focus is still on the relationship, but you’re trying to avoid being overwhelmed by emotional tensions, particularly as you work to balance your personal life and responsibilities.

While you may desire a passionate and sexually charged connection with your partner, it seems that you are suppressing these desires in favor of focusing on the practical aspects of life. You’re trying to see if this emotional distance will pass, while also managing other aspects of your life, including work.

Career

March will bring instability in your career. There are blocks in your progress, and goals may not be completed as expected. Procrastination, lack of organization, and a general lack of creativity may hinder your work performance. You might not feel enthusiastic or engaged with your job, and this lack of motivation will have an emotional impact, leaving you disappointed and dissatisfied with your work life.

However, by the end of the month, you may make an effort to turn things around. There will be roadblocks and challenges, but you’ll likely try to implement changes and take actions to achieve your goals, despite the obstacles.

Emotional Landscape

In March, Virgo Moons will feel nostalgic and may want to reconnect with their childlike self. You’ll crave freedom and a break from responsibilities, wanting to spend time in nature, around children, or engaging in creative activities like drawing or coloring. You may find yourself longing for a sense of playfulness and lightheartedness during this time.

Despite the challenges, March will bring moments of pride and confidence. Something will go well for you emotionally, making you feel free and on top of the world. There are blessings and emotional growth on the horizon, which will lift your spirits.

However, you may also struggle with a sense of laziness, not wanting to do much, and a tendency to be swept away by strong emotions—even if those emotions are positive. This may lead to emotional immaturity, as you might have difficulty grounding yourself and might get caught up in your emotional states. This could result in moments where your feelings take over, preventing you from staying grounded.

Libra Moon:Breakthroughs,Difficult Communication,Disconnected

Love

In the month of March, Libra Moons will experience a breakdown in their love life before a breakthrough occurs. There’s a sense of pettiness and immaturity in the communication between you and your partner. Conversations seem to repeat, and there’s a lack of resolution, with no clear solutions being found. It feels as if one or both partners are more focused on their own interests, making it hard to have a meaningful conversation—one where both are talking to each other, rather than just at each other.

For a period of time, the arguments and mental conflicts will persist. However, a shift occurs, and the energy moves from mental disagreements to an emotional breakthrough. Eventually, there will be a conversation that focuses less on the logical and mental aspects of the relationship, and more on expressing emotions. This emotional revitalization will bring a new beginning, allowing you both to reconnect emotionally and build a deeper bond.

Career

In your career, confusion and lack of clarity will persist throughout March. You may feel uncertain about what steps to take next, possibly due to an aversion to confrontation. There’s a sense of things being left unsaid, leading to a buildup of unspoken tensions. Your fears and overthinking might cause difficulties in communication at work, leading to misunderstandings or heated arguments during conversations. This could destabilize the work environment, making it less exciting and leaving you feeling dissatisfied with your job.

Despite these challenges, by the end of the month, there will be a shift towards more balance and clarity. While there will be moments of emotional confusion and chaos, you will gradually begin to focus on restoring harmony in your work life. You’ll approach work with a more mature mindset, seeking to manage relationships and work dynamics with greater stability. By the end of the month, after navigating through some initial difficulties, you will find a clearer path forward and regain balance in your career.

Emotional Landscape

Emotionally, Libra Moons may experience some coldness and a sense of disconnection in March. You may not feel fully nurtured or aligned with others, leading you to take more time for yourself. There’s a need for introspection as you seek clarity about your next move. You may feel unsure about what direction to take and will likely focus on grounding yourself.

Rather than becoming overwhelmed by emotions, you’ll focus on balancing them by reflecting and spending time alone. This will allow you to restore emotional equilibrium and prepare for a more stable emotional state moving forward, particularly as you approach April. It’s a time of self-reflection as you seek to understand what’s truly important and how to regain emotional stability.

Scorpio Moon: Break From Your Lover, Balancing Work, Standing Your Ground

Love

In February, you were deeply focused on your person, trying to communicate and resolve issues. However, it seems that your efforts were not as successful as you’d hoped. As a result, you’re taking a step back from this person in March. This break is necessary because the situation became mentally exhausting, and you didn’t want to continue putting yourself through that.

However, this break is also causing some instability and powerlessness in your life, as you likely wanted to keep moving forward with this person instead of taking a break. Despite the discomfort, this time apart will be helpful in shifting your mindset. You were overburdened by the situation, and the space is allowing you to start unpacking the mental distress and relieving yourself from the negative thoughts that had been weighing on you. By the end of March, you will begin to feel freer mentally, as the break gives you the space to reflect and reset.

Career

In your career, things will start to ease up in March. You’re no longer feeling as overwhelmed, and you’ll find it easier to delegate responsibilities and tasks. This shift will bring relief, especially considering the stress you’ve been under at work. You’ll find yourself operating at a more manageable pace, and you will have time to breathe, reflect, and even daydream—an unexpected but welcome change.

That said, the beginning of March will still be busy and full of challenges in your work environment. There will be a lot to juggle, and you may experience some frustration due to the demanding nature of your job. However, you will persevere through these challenges, and by the end of the month, you’ll achieve the balance you’ve been seeking in your work life.

Emotional Landscape

Emotionally, Scorpio Moons will be in a place where you’re not willing to tolerate much this month. If someone tries to push your emotions, you will stand your ground and assert your boundaries. This is a sign of emotional growth, as you’re no longer willing to be passive in emotional situations. You’re now firmly standing up for what you believe is right and for the emotional strength you’ve developed.

However, before this emotional empowerment takes place, you’ll go through a period of emotional pain, feeling bogged down by negative emotions. In the early part of March, you may experience pessimism, emotional exhaustion, and hurt. This is compounded by a sense of betrayal and a struggle with trusting others in the future. After this period of emotional difficulty, you will rise stronger, implement your boundaries, and stand up for yourself in a way that reflects the emotional growth you’ve undergone.

Sagittarius Moon: Ice Cold Heart, Locked In, Facades

Love

In March, it seems like you’re feeling unfulfilled in your love life. You desire someone who truly cares for you, nurtures you, and gives to you, but you’re not receiving that from your partner. There’s a feeling of coldness and neglect from the person you’re involved with, which is painful and deeply hurtful. Your heart is feeling heavy, and you’re experiencing significant emotional pain. You’re emotionally upset, and it’s difficult to focus on the situation because you’re overwhelmed by the demands in other areas of your life.

However, despite the emotional turmoil, the end of March brings a new beginning. There’s a shift in your love life, and you may meet someone new, or you may experience a fresh opportunity in your current relationship that can help you break free from the emotional slump you’ve been in. This shift will bring spontaneity and adventurous energy into your romantic life, whether you’re single or in a relationship. The energy of spring brings exciting and positive changes, creating a more exciting and fulfilling dynamic in your love life.

Career

In your career, March is a time for serious focus. You are determined to improve and make great strides in your professional life. Everything you do at work is aligned with your long-term goals. You are highly invested in self-improvement and are dedicated to advancing in your career, whether that’s through a promotion, a new position, or enhancing your skills. You may even be taking courses or going back to school to aid your career growth.

While you’re focused and committed to success, the month will be busy and demanding. You’ll face non-stop action and back-to-back tasks, making it difficult to catch a break. However, the hard work will pay off, as you are likely to see financial rewards. March will be a month where you’re serious about your career and putting in the effort to build stability for your future. Though the workload may be overwhelming, you’re taking the necessary steps to reach your goals, even if you’re struggling at times to handle everything on your own.

Emotional Landscape

Emotionally, you’re going through a lot in March. On the outside, you may be projecting an image of strength and success, showing the world that you have everything together. However, internally, you’re struggling. One of the biggest emotional challenges is your tendency to ruminate on past situations, which has become unhealthy. You know it’s not good for you, but it’s hard to stop.

You’ve spent a lot of time processing your emotions and trying to make sense of everything, but you’re hesitant to admit that you need time to yourself. Instead, you try to act like everything is fine, even though you’re not truly okay. There’s a sense of emotional exhaustion, and at times, you may feel like giving up. You may even entertain the thought of just walking away from it all, but deep down, you know you need to keep going. Despite the emotional obstacles, you are trying to gather yourself and put on a strong front, showing others that you’re fine, even though you’re still dealing with a lot behind the scenes.

Capricorn Moon: Unfinished Business, Blessings, Analytical

Love

For Capricorn Moons, March brings some significant shifts in love. There may be something that has been left unspoken or unresolved in your relationship, and it’s starting to affect the connection. It feels like there’s an unspoken awareness that the connection is fizzling out, but no one is taking responsibility or acknowledging it. For some of you, this might result in a breakup, or simply the relationship slowly losing its spark.

Both you and your partner might have been passive for some time, but things are about to change. Someone is going to step up and finally address everything that has been left unsaid, asserting their feelings and desires. It could be a moment of clarity, where the relationship either ends or moves toward resolution. If there has been a period of disconnect or a break, this month marks a turning point.

An ex or someone with unfinished business in your life might return. This person will re-enter your life with a positive and mature energy, bringing blessings rather than negativity. The connection could feel fated, as if they came back at just the right time. They’ve become clearer and more assertive, and they’ll likely be bold, excited, and passionate when they approach you. This person might even exude a strong sexual energy and be very attractive. Whether you’re open to them or not, expect some unresolved matters to come back into focus.

Career

March is a blessed month for Capricorn Moons in terms of career and finances. Whether you’re starting a new job, getting a promotion, or launching a business, there’s a financial blessing in store for you. You’ve been putting in the hard work, and it’s starting to pay off.

Capricorns are always known for their diligence, but this month, you’re particularly focused. You’re being very intentional with your efforts and working hard to improve your career. There’s a lot of self-control at play, and you’re making sure that everything you do is aligned with your long-term goals. You’re fully committed to your work and not wasting any energy, ensuring that the effort you’re putting in this month will bring significant rewards.

Emotional Landscape

In March, you may feel like you’re experiencing a creative block or lack of inspiration. This is reflected in your career as well, where you’re more focused on practical tasks and routine rather than creative pursuits. Your energy is being directed toward getting things done, which leaves little room for inspiration or excitement in other areas of your life.

Emotionally, you may not be deeply immersed in your feelings. Instead, you’re relying more on logic and practicality. When it comes to expressing yourself emotionally, you’re doing so in a calm, analytical way, rather than from a place of emotional vulnerability. You may even set boundaries this month, with a need to stand your ground and let others know they can’t mess with you. You might find yourself having to assertively tell someone off, making it clear that they cannot sway you emotionally. You’re showing that you won’t tolerate emotional manipulation and will take control of your emotional space.

Aquarius Moon: Toxic Love, Job Dissatisfaction, Indecision

Love

In March, Aquarius Moons may experience disappointment in their love life. It seems that someone is leaving a sour taste in your mouth, causing you to feel like pulling away or walking away from them. This person’s behavior may have left you feeling drained and uncertain about continuing the relationship. As a result, you’re beginning to realize that focusing on yourself is necessary.

It seems you’re dealing with a toxic partner. This person might say things that aren’t true or fail to follow through on their promises. Despite the toxicity, there’s an undeniable attraction—possibly good sex or engaging conversations that keep drawing you back. However, you feel the need to take breaks to regain emotional stability and prevent being consumed by their energy.

Even when you take these breaks and manage to stabilize yourself, this person remains on your mind. You might find yourself feeling stuck on them, unable to move on. It’s possible this person is generally a good and consistent person, but the relationship dynamic has become toxic. The connection may sometimes feel overwhelming, leading to some hot-and-cold behavior—moments when you want them, followed by moments of pulling away to regain balance.

Career

March brings some challenges in the career realm. For Aquarius Moons, it looks like you’ve been dealing with a toxic workplace that hasn’t been a place of peace. There may have been a job loss or the realization that your current job isn’t fulfilling or promising for the future. As you begin to prioritize yourself and your well-being, you’re actively seeking out new opportunities.

You might be feeling disappointed and sad about the current or past job situation, and the job search process may feel discouraging. However, don’t lose hope—March holds a blessing for you. A great job opportunity is on the horizon, whether through a promotion that moves you out of the toxic environment or a financial blessing to help alleviate some of the strain. If you’re jobless, this financial support could be crucial, so stay optimistic and keep pushing forward.

Emotional Landscape

Emotionally, March might bring a creative block for Aquarius Moons. You may not feel as inspired or energetic, which could affect your ability to engage in the things you love. It’s a time when you may feel a little indecisive and unclear about what you want to do next. This can leave you feeling somewhat disconnected from your emotions and uncertain about the direction of your life.

Despite the lack of inspiration, you may find yourself crushing on someone or feeling an emotional pull toward love. This could bring some warmth to your heart, even though you’re still feeling a bit distant from your usual energetic self.

There’s a sense that you’re feeling like a failure or unsure about your progress in life. You may be grappling with the feeling that you’re repeating patterns you’d rather not repeat, leaving you disappointed and unsure of your next steps. This emotional fog is causing some doubt in your ability to make decisions, leaving you with a general sense of lack of direction or uncertainty.

Pisces Moon: Sudden Shifts, Risk Taking, Clarity

Love

At the start of March, some of you are in no contact or are avoiding the person you care about. The lack of communication can feel frustrating, and there may be more arguments than resolutions. This leads to feelings of disappointment and loss of hope, making you question the future of the relationship.

Mid-month, there’s a sudden shift. What started as no communication or distance turns into frequent contact. You may find yourselves spending more time together, having deep conversations, or even going on outings. There’s a noticeable change in the dynamic, going from tense to relaxed and positive. You might even share moments on social media, enjoying each other’s company, taking photos, and having fun in public settings.

This change can feel sudden and almost jarring, but it brings positivity and excitement after a period of emotional lows. It’s as if the situation shifts overnight, going from feeling stuck to enjoying each other’s presence with renewed energy.

Career

The first part of the month may bring dissatisfaction and emotional discouragement about your job. You might feel disconnected from coworkers or unsure about your position, leading to inner turmoil. You may even fear losing your job or feel a lack of stability.

Despite the early challenges, there’s a significant shift in your career by the end of the month. Some of you will take a risk—whether that’s pursuing a new opportunity, shifting positions, or making a bold career move. This risk will pay off, bringing a sense of fulfillment and success. If you decide to leave your current job, you could find better opportunities elsewhere, which will feel like a major accomplishment. Others who take a calculated risk within the job will also see positive results, feeling validated and empowered by the outcome.

Emotional Landscape

Emotionally, March begins with inner conflict and dissatisfaction. You might feel disconnected, disappointed, and unsure of the direction your life is heading in. There’s a sense of emotional imbalance, leaving you feeling unfulfilled and uncertain.

As the month progresses, this emotional turmoil starts to subside. By the end of March, you’ll feel a newfound sense of balance, maturity, and emotional control. The chaos of earlier in the month will give way to clarity, as you find peace within yourself. You will emerge from the month feeling more assured and emotionally stable, having navigated the emotional highs and lows successfully.

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OVERACHIEVING MOUTH

— ❣︎✰︎☮︎ — "let's see how else you can use this overachieving mouth." — ☮︎✰︎❣︎ —

IN WHICH a class project brings two senior students together as an unlikely pair.

content includes: hotnerd!reader, studypartner!eren, athlete!eren, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, possessiveness, slow burn but not too slow, small bit of angst, dom!eren, fingering, a lot of penetration, cunnilingus, slight breeding kink.

"I've done a randomization on who will work with who on this project, so that conflicts will be less likely."

When your film teacher gave that disclaimer, your eyes instantly widened. You don't talk to anybody in this period anymore, and she was likely enforcing this because of you.

With the last project, you allowed a girl who you got along with in this class to work with you, but you found out that she was an inconsiderate freeloader, so yes you gave her a piece of your mind! Maybe you blew it out of proportion, but you couldn't see any wrong in it.

But now this was the outcome, and you were wishing you were calmer about it now. Your teacher went over to her laptop, and on the board, she showed the pairings.

Some people hit a 777, but meanwhile, you were thinking that this lottery was a scam, because how the hell did you get Eren Jaeger?!

You're a girl at the top of your class, most of your grades being in the triple digits and you had already accepted a full-ride scholarship to an prestigious college three hours out of the city. It's your senior year, and this was just one of your electives, but you liked this class, and you like to give everything your all.

So how could the stars have possibly aligned you with Eren? This pretty-boy athlete. You've had a few other classes with him in these 4 years, but never a conversation. You just recognized that his handsome face only pops up in these classes every once in a blue moon.

He was sitting on the opposite side of the room from you. Your head was leaning on your hand, and you glanced over to him from across the classroom. He always sat with his legs spread. Slutty and Obnoxious. He was sitting up straight in his chair with his arms crossed, and then you saw those dark hues of green in his eyes go to you. That's when you looked away, looking down at your phone as if something super interesting was going on in it.

People started to move around to go sit with their partners, so he took the liberty to come up to you. Huge feet made their way under your vision, so that's when you looked up from your phone. Looking through your rectangle frames, you saw his stoic face looking down at you, his hands in his pockets and his crotch uncomfortably near your face.

"Hey."

That deep voice is what you're gonna have to tolerate until the due date next week. But not if you could help it.

"Excuse me." You stood up and moved past him. You went over to Miss Sullivan's desk, and she slowly turned her head to acknowledge you after you said her name. She knew that it was always most likely to be bullshit coming out of your overachieving mouth.

"Yes?"

"Is it alright if I work alone?"

She glanced over to your desk, where Eren had pulled a chair up and sat on the side of it. Then, those judgy eyes moved back over to you. "Go sit down, Miss Johnson."

Your mouth fell open in offense, but you wiped your arrogant expression off. "Can I go use the bathroom, though?"

She picked up a pre-written pass and handed it to you between two fingers. You really did have to pee, and you also just needed a minute to cope.

When you got back, you guys — particularly you — spent the rest of that period organizing what to do with the project. He recognized that you just kept talking, and talking, and talking. He felt like his head was spinning.

"How do you even know so much stuff?"

The fact that he practically cut you off irritated you. "Hm?"

"Like, how could you pay attention to the movie this much? I fell asleep on it."

It was a crime-based movie. It kept you probed. You weren't surprised that he fell asleep though. "It was interesting."

You were a very pretty girl, makeup always on point and displaying personality, even though you had a mysterious aura surrounding you since you didn't talk to too many people here. You had a nose stud and a septum, and the blue evil eye charm layered over your other necklaces stood out. Your locs were platinum blond at the top and went to being hot pink at the bottom, and your bold hairstyles always struck you a compliment that you would smile and give a soft thanks to.

All of this, and no one would think you were such a nerd. Even with your cute glasses.

"Hm. Well, at least I'll see you in homeroom. Can we rewatch it in there?"

Eren Jaeger. Y/N Johnson. It's been four years that you've had to be in a homeroom with him because of how your last names are matched up. But still, to his response, all you could think of was Who is we? "Um..."

You had tightened your lips, but he needed them open so he could get an answer. "What's wrong?"

You scratched the back of your head, "You can't just research it on your own time?"

"You know so much about it though. It would be really helpful."

Was he trying to butter you up? You were really just trying to get this 100. "Uh-"

"Oh, bell rings in 5 minutes." He closed his Chromebook that he had barely been doing work on and put it in his bag. "I'll see you later."

He picked up his bag and walked back over to his seat, just as everyone else who had rearranged did under Miss Sullivan instructions.

You spent the next period dreading what was gonna be after it. Your homeroom took place in the theater. The drama teacher was your homeroom teacher, so after he would call roll, everyone would go to doing their own thing.

You took your usual seat at the end of a row, about 10 rows away from the stage with your bookbag in the seat next to you. Everyone else was usually spaced out, and there were small clusters of groups getting along in their own areas.

For example, the white boys would always banter on the stage, either playing with the props, doing something else foolish, or just laying there talking or on their phones.

Eren was always a part of this group, but after the roll was called today, he easily hopped off of the stage with those long legs of his and moseyed his way on over to you.

Instead of just saying excuse me like a regular human being, he walked over the seat in the row in front of your bookbag's seat, forcing you to look up from your phone at this bizarre act. When he completed that step, he moved your bookbag onto the floor and sat down.

"Hey."

You didn't say anything, just staring at him. He took the liberty to start again. "So, I left my Chromebook up there. Hope yours is charged."

You gave him a few slow blinks, and then you reached past his knee to unzip your bag and take the laptop out. Of course it was charged. You started typing into your browser, but he was confused. "What streaming service are we gonna watch it on?"

This was the third sentence he's said, and this one was gonna be the first to incite a response out of you...

Or was it? Why the fuck were you taking so long to open that overachieving mouth and give him an answer?

"I was just gonna try Soap2Day." Your voice was small and shy, even though he had a feeling you were far from shy. He just wanted to get it out of you, though.

"What's that?"

He saw the website you stated as you pulled it up on the computer, and you began typing in the name of the movie that was the subject of the presentation.

"Ohhh, you bootleg shit. Cool. I'm gonna use this."

When you pulled up the movie tab, there was porn on the side of the screen, and he held in a laugh as you rushed to put the videoplayer in full-screen.

Five minutes into the movie, he was engrossed, but you couldn't tell with how he made the move to put his arm around your shoulder. Even though you were shutting that shit down real quick, he savored the feeling of your soft hand on his when you grabbed him and gently put his arm back where it belonged.

"No?" He asked to confirm his rejection.

"No." You repeated.

He was actually interested in the movie, and he kept pausing it and asking you questions. "So you're telling me she pushed her friend off the bridge? Why?"

If he watched the first time, he would know why. But his entertainment was amusing. "Just keep watching."

About 30 minutes into watching, Eren was completely focused. Then, a certain buzzcut boy made his way down the walkway to you two. "Yo, Jaeger!"

Connie Springer. Don't know why the fuck he was in here, but he was here. You weren't complaining, though. His attractiveness was something you couldn't deny. Sexy ass Columbian basketball player with undeniable charm and a pretty ass smile. You had your head rested on your hand, watching him in adoration as Eren paused the movie to dap his homeboy up.

"What's up, Con. You skipping again?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I was never even here, bro. What y'all over here doing, though?"

"We got paired together for a project in film, so I forced her to stay with me to watch the movie again."

Connie laughed. "Working with him hasn't killed you yet, huh Y/N?"

It's been four years that you've been around this man and you haven't had any significant interaction with him. So you grinned when you heard that he knew your name. "It's probably coming soon."

Eren gave a nasty sneer. He's been bending over backwards all day to try to get along with you, but how come you showed that pretty smile to Connie before you could show it to him?

"Whatever. Connie you don't have anywhere else you could be that doesn't involve bullying me?"

Connie's face showed shock to Eren's audacity, "I'm a bully? Tuh. Actually, my next stop is the snack lady, and I'ma go bully my way into a free honeybun."

He dapped Eren up one more time, "See you at practice." Directing a smile to you, he waved and began to walk away.

You thought it would be best to go straight back to the movie, and that's why you directed your hand towards the space bar, but Eren had something to offer. "You wanna go to the snack lady with me? I'm hungry."

"I have food." You moved your laptop off of your lap and onto his. Partially leaning over his knee again, you pulled a purple bag of sweet and salty flavored popcorn out of your bag.

Crazy. You had other things in your bag besides books. He put his hand out, but you just gave him a side eye and looked back at the computer, pressing play before putting a handful in your mouth.

He was looking at you in disbelief, and it was 30 seconds of his glare poking through the side of your head, but you continued to stoically watch the movie. That was until he smashed the space bar. You slowly turned your head to have your eyes on him.

"Why do you hate me? Seriously, have I done something to you that I don't remember, or what?"

Now you kind of felt bad. "You just seem like bad news."

"How? You don't even know me like that. And you're not even trying to get to know anything good about me. Meanwhile, I'm ready to tear my head off from tolerating your stingy ass all morning."

Your mouth fell open in offense. "If you wanna tear your head off, do it. I wanna do it since I'm paired with you. You just don't seem like the type to commit to an assignment the way that I do."

"Once again: You don't know me. And I gotta admit, you're probably right. I'm not as much of a nerd as you."

You showed offense to the term he used as if he wasn't accurate. "What? I don't mean it offensively. You're like, really smart. I just have a lot of other things to focus on. Sports are more fun than fuckass assignments to me, but I do try to get it done."

"Football season's been over." You stated. With this fact, sports couldn't have had him too busy.

But he was ready to disprove you. "I do baseball and track, too. Since you know every fucking thing."

Your mouth fell open. Maybe you did overstep. "Sorry then... What do you do in track?"

You didn't know anything about baseball, but track & field was interesting to watch. "Long jump, pole vault, long distance, and sprints."

He saw your eyes round with intrigue. "Are you any good?"

You saw the corner of his mouth pull up in a curve. "Come to my track meet tomorrow and find out."

Your glossy lips poked out in decision. "Hmm."

"Come on. After, I can take you back to my house and we can work on the project."

That's where you were out. "Umm, I don't even know you like that."

"Yeah, and that's the problem."

"My mom don't even know your mom or nothing."

"You're 18, right?" You nodded to his question. "And you still have to ask your mom to go places after school?"

He's made your mouth fall open so much in offense that you're surprised a bug hasn't flown in it. You picked up your phone and started typing.

you mama this boy asked me to hangout with him after school tomorrow.

mama dearest Thank God. 🙏

you ???

i don't even know him like that though.

mama dearest If you could tolerate talking to him long enough where he got to the point of asking you out, then get to know him like that.

you omg????

say no!!!!

mama dearest I'll say no to you asking me to say no. 🤷‍♀️

you mama?!!!

what if i'm out having sex doing drugs robbing cars?

mama dearest You a punk!!!

you PLEASE

mama dearest Live outside of academics for a minute please.

In fact, if you come home before sundown today I'm taking your keys away.

you i rode the bus today anyway!!! look in the driveway she broke down again hater 😪

Eren was looking all in your phone, laughing mad hard. "Our mom's funny as fuck, huh?"

You hit his obnoxious ass on his shoulder. "Shut up."

"So, where you wanna meet up after school?"

"Who said I was agreeing?"

"Don't go sit in a library until sundown like the nerd you are."

You pouted, "I was gonna go to Chick-Fil-A, actually."

"If you don't wanna tell me where you'll be at, that's fine. I'm gonna track you down though."

"You scaring me. This why I didn't wanna be around you."

His grinning teeth showed as he looked at you, "Not my fault you're doing this the hard way."

You rolled your eyes, "Meet me at 500 hall's exit 10 minutes after the bell, then."

"The one that goes out towards the bus ramp?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. You should give me your number, in case things get mixed up."

Your eyelashes went up, then down, and every time they did that, he would still be looking at you as serious as ever. Instead of letting those sassy lips say something that would piss him off, he just snatched your phone and swiped to the right of your lockscreen. You tried to reach for your phone back, but he was snapping pictures of him and you, even if it was chaotic as he posed and you hid your face and struggled.

"Boom. Now you got a nice selection for a contact picture. You gotta get my number first though."

"Not happening."

He nodded his head as if he was accepting defeat, but then he directed your phone towards your face with reflexes of a cheetah. "Too bad you're not smart enough to close your eyes." Now your phone was unlocked and you were practically at his mercy.

"What is wrong with you? Why are you going through my phone? What if you find something you don't wanna see?"

Your phone was Hello Kitty themed, and he had to make his way through the pink ocean to get to the phone app. "I'm just trying to put my number in your phone. I feel like in here I'll only find the cure to cancer, or a text from your boyfriend or something."

"Who told you I had a boyfriend?"

He shrugged, "I was just assuming. Smart, pretty, sassy as fuck. Somebody must be crawling after you."

He called you pretty? "...No, I don't fool with nobody like that."

Either you were bullshitting, or you saw him smirk a little as he heard that. He typed his contact name in as "bestieboo eren" with a plethora of hearts and outrageous emojis behind it.

"Eren, please."

"Don't change it, either."

Who did this white man think he was telling you what to do like this? "Or what?"

"Or I'll show you how it is when I'm really scaring someone." He handed your phone back to you, his green eyes staring into you with a layer of cockiness over his face. You took it while your gaze swirled into his. "Got it?"

This was the first time he got a smirk out of you, and your eyes narrowed as you answered him with, "Okay then."

You picked your laptop back up and woke it up from its nap of inactivity, and then you two resumed the movie. He laid his head on your shoulder like he was slick. You pushed his head away, but he laughed and kept his head near. "Come on, let me lay down. The computer's on your lap. It makes everything easier for me."

You just rolled your eyes and complied, and he laid down as he continued to watch, even eating some of the popcorn that you had a change of heart over.

During your last period, he texted you.

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 hi best friend

you please

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 already begging for me i knew it was real

you what the hell do you need?

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 sorry to interrupt you during ur very important class

but i just remembered

i have practice after school

so i can't meet up w you immediately

you thank goodness. 🙏🏾

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 tf you think this is

you're not getting away from me that easily bestie

you 😧

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 u could send me ur addy and i'll pick u up after i'm out

you absolutely not.

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 or u could wait for me here until i get out of practice

you BAHHAA ur hilarious.😭

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 i don't want u riding that dingy ass bus tho

just wait for me stink

you i am not tems no waiting will be done.

how about we dead this me going over to your house idea.

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 here u go again being negative

now i gotta go back to square one

you ?

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 tracking u tf down

you sir???

scary ass individual.

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 yeah ik where you are right now be prepared to see me

you be prepared to NOT see me tf. bye.

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 no byes see u in 15 minutes

You were the first one to walk out your classroom door, so that means that everyone else behind you saw when you got snatched by your arm from the side of the door. Eren was your abductor. He was really serious about it, and now he had his hand on your lower back and a grip around your wrist as he led you away.

"Eren, let me go!" You didn't like causing a scene, but the halls were already crowded and loud with people as soon as the bell rang.

He didn't give you a response, but you could feel the amusement radiating off him. He dragged you to a hall that led to the office. People were still walking through it, but it was much clearer than the hall you two came from.

"What is wrong with you?!" You reprimanded as you snatched yourself away from his grasp.

"Hey. How's your day been without me?" With a smile on his face, he was acting so casual as if he didn't just manhandle you.

"Bye. My bus is first wave."

When you tried to walk away, he snatched your bookbag and easily pulled you back to him. "Let me get this off of you."

You must've softened up, because you allowed him to take your bag off of your shoulders. "How did you know where I was?"

"Your friend Ashyra was in my class. I don't know how she feels about me taking her best friend position, but she'll be okay."

You were instantly ready to beat your actual best friend's ass seeing as she reported your location to this opp. "Eren, I don't wanna stay after school. Why would I wanna be here any longer than I already am?"

"To stay with your best friend, duh."

Not a smile grazed your face as you tilted your head to the side. He tilted his back with sass to match your energy. No matter how bad you thought you could intimidate him, he was gonna double back.

"Whatever. I'll walk to the café across the street, since you want me here so bad."

"And do. If you wanna get something, I'll Venmo you."

"No, you don't have to do that."

"Well I don't have cash on me right now, so that's the only way this'll work."

"Well I kind of didn't ask for money anyway."

"Nevermind on Venmo, accept the Apple Pay I just sent you."

"White boy, stop treating me like a charity case."

"What? I'm not. You're changing your schedule and staying after school just because of me. This is the least I could do. It's just $15. Text me when you get over there, or I'ma blow up your phone, alright?"

You didn't respond, but you had a smirk on as you grabbed your bag back from him turned around. He grabbed your hand and spun you back, "You deaf? Text me when you get over there."

"Eren, okaaay. I will."

"Okay, can I get a hug?"

You laughed, "See you in an hour."

"Come on, I'm gonna get a hug out of you today. Would you rather it be now, or after practice when I'm all sweaty and gross?"

"Never-"

"Isn't an option. Come here, mama."

He knew that when you rolled your eyes, he got you. Usually you would roll your eyes or give him a smirk, one or the other, separate not together. This time he got both as he pulled you in, swinging you side to side as your arms wrapped around his firm and fit torso.

"Okay, I'll see you later, Eren."

"Yeah, see you later."

One thing you learned about Eren today is that he was gonna stand behind his words. He really did blow up your phone 15 minutes later! It took a five minute phone call for you to get him to shut up, and at 4:45, he called you again and told you he was driving over.

He found you sitting in a booth at the McDonald's. Your laptop was open in front of you but you were on your phone.

"You texting somebody that's not me?"

"Or me?"

Two separate voices that both know how to grind your gears. You looked up to see Eren sliding into the booth with your best friend Ashyra sliding in on the other side of him. "Not both of y'all here to torcher me."

"You finally met my favorite white boy! Didn't I tell you he cool people?"

"Yeah, but I been knew you was a liar, too, Shy."

Her mouth fell open, and then an order came out. "Eren, kick her."

You shrieked as you tried to avoid his gruesome, manly feet, but he got your ass. "Ow! I hate that y'all know each other. Y'all are gonna make my life hell."

"You know it. Did you get anything?"

"Nah."

Fed up with you, he rolled his eyes with a "Stand up."

Ashyra got up and allowed him to get up too, but you were still sitting there. "What?"

"What do you want? A cookie? Fries?"

"She has a sweet tooth. Can you get me a caramel frappe?"

"Bet."

"Shy." You called reprimandingly.

"What? He's offering, I'm taking. You smart, but that's something else you can learn."

Eren leaned down, his hand placed on the table. You didn't expect it, and that's why you were looking so directly at him when his face got closer to yours. "What do you want me to get you?"

His voice was so much calmer than it's been before, but it was still commanding. "Can you get me a cookie... and a McFlurry."

"Oreo?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. You wanna stand in line with us?"

"No, I'ma stay right here and pack my bag."

His face lifted from yours, and you allowed yourself to breathe again. "Okay."

For him to have been fresh out of practice, he didn't smell bad. It was a natural musk. Did he hit the showers before he came over here? You would hope so. You're gonna be in a whole car ride with him.

You were thinking all of this through as you put your laptop and binder in your bag, but then, you recognized. You were thinking. About a different person. A boy, at that. You tried to just abort from that, but your homegirl came over ready to put it back in your mind.

"So, you gon' fuck him?"

Chin propped up on her hands, her nosey ass had a cheesy grin on as she looked at you.

"Girl, no. What is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with you? You playin' hard to get with that fine ass boy. He cheesin' you up, paying for your stuff. Be nicer to him, please."

"I'm really just tryna get a good grade."

"Fuck a good grade. Get a D, for once."

Your mouth fell open, and you kicked her from under the table. Then, Eren came over, holding the frappe and an ice cream cone both in one hand, with four bags with individual cookies in the other hand. He put the cookies down in front of you, grabbing one bag and passing it to 'Shy, and keeping one for himself.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

"Oop, my brother outside. I gotta go before he start honking." Shy said as she picked up her bags.

"Okay, I'll go say hi to him." When you got up, you tried to pick up your own bag, but Eren did that instead. You and Eren waved to Ashyra's brother as she got in his car that had music blasting out of it, and then he walked you to his dark grey Silverado.

In the car ride, you and Eren didn't talk much. His music just played, and if you knew a song, you would tap your foot and keep looking out the window as he hummed. He would speak, and you would respond, but you didn't initiate any of the conversations.

In a gated community is when you knew that the ride was coming closer to an end. Every house looked similar to the one next to it, and they all looked spacious and nice. Just like his. He pulled into one of the spots of his three car garage, and then he got out and opened the door for you. Even with holding his sports bag and his own bookbag, he still put in the effort to hold yours.

"Where's your parents?" You questioned, looking around the nicely decorated suburban home when you got inside. He took his shoes off by the door, and you followed.

"Dad's at work."

He was about to walk up the stairs, but you stayed right where you stood, "W-Wait. We're going to your bedroom?"

He sighed, and then he descended from the two stairs he walked up and went over to the dining room. He flicked the light switch up, but nothing changed in the scenery. "Last light bulb went out last night. He's going to get a new box after he gets off."

"Oh, what about your couch, though?"

"My room has a desk. I thought it would be in your nerd rulebook to have good posture when you work."

He saw you considering your dilemma as he walked closer to you. "You still scared of me, or what?"

His deep and husky voice intimidated you, but you wouldn't admit that. You didn't even wanna show it, so you straightened your posture and tried to show a brave face. "I'm not scared."

"Really? 'Cause you've been shaking like a leaf, tough girl."

He was towering over you, so he had a clear view of your two-toned lips falling apart in offense and your eyes narrowing. He laughed, "I'm kidding with you. We can work on the couch."

"No. We can go up to your room."

"Nah, better TV view. I gotta finish watching the movie, anyway." He put all the bags down behind the couch, and made way to the kitchen, "Get comfortable. You want snacks? I'm nicer than you, so I actually plan on sharing."

A scoff left your mouth, "Sure."

He was on one couch cushion, you were on the one next to him. A good amount of space was between you two, and he was still invested in this movie as he munched on some Sour Patch Kids.

Meanwhile, you were struggling to keep your head up and your eyes open. He gave you some chips, but the bag was tilting in your hands, going the same way that your head was going. Down.

It was when the chips started spilling that you jumped up, making even more chips fly out the bag. It made Eren jump too. "Shit, are you alright? You can't do stuff like that when we're watching a thriller."

You started picking the chips up, "Yeah, my bad."

"Oh, are you tired?" Eren paused the movie, and he put a hand out to stop you from picking up the chips, taking that task for his own. "Grab that pillow. Lay down if you're sleepy."

You shook your head, "No, I'm okay. Thank you, though."

He stopped moving, and you saw him looking at you with an unenthusiastic straight face. "Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"You know what I'm talking about." He said as he continued picking up the chips, "You wanna lay on me instead?"

You didn't respond, even though you wanted to say something. A hum, a one-word answer —anything would suffice. But you couldn't get anything out. He put the bag to the side of him when he finished cleaning up your mess, and then he put his arm around your shoulders. "Come on."

You were on auto-pilot, and you leaned into him, winding up with your head on his lap and his hand on your back, slowly rubbing it up and down. It was so soothing to hear his heartbeat as you dozed off, and when you woke back up, Eren was patting you on your back and calling your name softly.

"Yeah? Did you finish the movie?" Your hazy voice questioned as you sat up, moving your glasses to rub your eyes. You saw that the sun was barely lighting the sky anymore through the windows.

"I did. It pissed me off."

You grinned, "Yeah, it pissed me off too. But it was good though."

"Yeah, the ending was a really big plot twist." You and Eren continued to talk about the movie, until your mouth opened and nothing came out since the sound of the door opening paused you.

A matured man with round glasses, stubble, and his straight brown hair neatly running down his back came in. "What's up, Dad?" Eren called.

"Hey, Eren. How was your day?"

"It was nice."

Grisha walked through the foyer, and he saw you sitting next to his son when he entered the living room. You could see the shock on his face to the sight of an unexpected guest, but it subsided after a second. "You have a friend over?"

"Yeah, this is Y/N."

The smile you gave him was probably crooked with nerves, and you waved as you gave him a small, "Hi."

He gave you a tight-lipped smile as he waved back, "Nice to meet you."

He handed a drugstore bag with a box of lightbulbs in it to Eren. "Go ahead and put these in. I'll be upstairs if you need me."

"I know." Eren replied as he put the bulbs to the side of him.

"Wow, you weren't lying."

"You thought I was?"

"Mmm, maybe just a little."

He scoffed out a laugh, "Yeah. I totally just turned a breaker off for the dining room just to not have to sit there with you."

You shrugged, "Doesn't even sound too extreme. It's smart, if anything."

You saw his teeth as he laughed at you, "Thanks. I'll use that next time you come over. Force your scary ass to come up to my room."

He stood up off the couch, and he grabbed you by your hands and pulled you up too. "How am I scary?"

"W-wait! W-we're going up to your— your b-bedroom?" He mocked as he walked over to the dining room.

"I did not sound like that. And it's valid! My first time coming over here and you want me in your bedroom."

"Okay. When should I wait until? Third time? Fourth?"

"How about never?"

Another cocky chuckle came from him, "Second it is, then."

"You wish."

"You're right." He opened the box as you stood and watched him as he stood on a chair, focused as he unscrewed one light bulb and put the next in, the room slowly filling with light as he repeated the process four times.

He got down and dusted his hands off on his pants. "You wanna work on the project now?"

"Okay, we can."

You two sat on the couch, barely an inch of space between you two as you sat on your knees, him having his laptop on his lap. "Do you think this Google Slides template is nice? I like it."

You looked at the one he recommended. "It doesn't fit what we're talking about."

"Yeah, but it's cute."

"Yeah, but the movie is about fraud, scheming, and murder. How cute is that?"

He shrugged, "Depends on who you're asking."

You rolled your eyes, "Let me see." You typed 'crime' in on the website's search bar, and immediately saw a few that you liked. "See? Isn't this one more accurate?"

His face was scary unenthusiastic as you looked at him. "I see why that girl fell out with you after y'all did that project together."

You didn't see where this was coming from. "What? Why?"

"Don't take all the fun out of this with trying to control everything."

Your eyebrows sink down a little bit. "It was just constructive criticism."

"Mmm, okay."

You didn't say anything else after that. He kind of made you feel bad with that line, but maybe he was right. You didn't like that it gave you something to think about, though.

A few minutes passed before Eren's dad came downstairs. "Eren. When you take her home, can you go pick up some food I just ordered?"

"Sure. What did you order?"

"Chinese."

"Bet. Y/N, you ready to go?"

You closed your own laptop, getting ready to put it in your bag. "Sure."

During the car ride, you were silent as he listened to his music. You knew the songs, but you didn't sing along with him. Not a hum or a tap of the foot.

"Come inside with me." He said when he pulled up to the restaurant.

"No, I'll stay out here."

He didn't respond, just tightening his lips as he turned off the engine and got out. Instead of walking into the restaurant, he walked over to your door, and you had to catch yourself as he opened it.

"I said come inside with me." He unbuckled your seatbelt and grabbed your hand, helping you down from the truck even though you seethed with frustration.

You let his hand go when you got down, but he grabbed you by your belt as you two crossed the parking lot. When a car was passing, he pulled you closer to him to make you stop.

"Stop handling me like I'm a ragdoll."

"So your silly ass can get hit? No. You'll be okay."

You had your arms crossed as you and Eren waited for the food. He walked closer to you, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

He knew that was bullshit. "You still tired? Is that why you wanted to stay in the car so bad?"

You shook your head, "I'm fine."

"You know why I couldn't leave you in the car. If I went back and someone had taken you or something I would have to burn the whole city down."

You almost cracked a smile, but he saw you try to keep it back. "Are you mad at me because I pulled you in the parking lot?"

You didn't answer as you looked up at him. "How would you think I would feel if I watched that Dodge Ram squish you like a pancake?"

"Order for Jaeger?" The waitress called. Eren thanked her and took the bag. Then, he grabbed your jacket again.

"To answer my own question, it would not feel good. But if you keep giving me an attitude, I'll be the one to push you in front of the next truck."

In the car, he opened his plate up excitedly. He picked up a fork and picked up some orange chicken, holding it towards you. "Here. Taste this."

Another shake of your head, "I don't want any."

"It's so good. Blow it, because I know you don't want me to do it."

It hovered in front of you for another few seconds before you started blowing it. Before you could put it in your mouth, Eren redirected towards himself and ate it. The obnoxious hums and moans that he exuded as he chewed on the food pissed you off. You sucked your teeth and leaned against the door, looking out the window.

"Okay, okay. I was just playing with you. Here. I'll get a different fork and actually give you a piece."

"No, I don't want it. Drive me home."

"Oou, fiesty again. You're probably just hangry. Eat this."

He held the fork out to you again, and this time you grabbed the fork out of his hand and ate it yourself. "It's good, isn't it?"

"Mmhmm." You answered as you kept chewing. You two ate a little bit more, before he closed the container and started driving you to your house.

When he pulled into your driveway, he got out the car first and opened the door for you, picking up your bookbag. He closed the door behind you when you got out, leaving you standing in front of him. You tried to grab your bookbag back, but he wouldn't give it to you.

"Tell me. What's really the matter?"

"I told you, Eren. Nothing's wrong."

"I'm not buying that. What is it? Did I do something? Again?"

You didn't say anything, only tilting your head to the side.

"It's because I told you about yourself with that project, isn't it?"

You sighed, "I'm sorry. I'm just not good with group projects."

"Nah, from what I learned, you're good at just about everything. Everything but being nice to people."

Your lips poked out in a pout. "I'm trying my best, Eren."

"And I'm trying my best to get along with you too. So I'm sorry for hurting your feelings."

"It's fine. I could be less rude, I guess."

He chuckled, then handing you your bookbag. "I'm just asking you to try to get along with me more. If you do that, maybe you won't hate me when this is all over."

You took your bookbag with a grin, "Maybe I won't."

He walked you to your doorstep, and he gave you a nice hug before you walked inside. You were honestly cheesed up when you got through that door, but to see your birthgiver sitting right on the couch and looking at you made you freeze.

"Sit. I need to hear about this young colonizer."

When you got to film class the next day, you and Eren actually made a little bit of positive progress on the project, but you two did more talking than working. He spent most of the time making sure you would be at his track meet later that day.

And to the track meet you went. You walked in probably 3 events in, holding an icee that you bought from concessions in your hand as you walked over to your school's section.

You heard the aluminum stairs clanging with fast footsteps as you walked over, and you chuckled as you watched Ashyra speed down the steps towards you. "Y/N!"

She jumped on you in a hug, "Hey Shy. I told you I was coming."

"I didn't think you really meant it. Oh my gosh, the hermit really left her Hello Kitty room! I'm so proud!"

"Tch, girl." You began walking up the stairs, "When's your race?"

"I gotta go down there in like 5 minutes. I was 'bout ready to shit myself getting ready for this 200 but you popping out made me feel better."

You laughed, and as you walked up the steps, a handsome buzzcut boy called out your name and walked over to you from his row. "Hey pretty, what's up? I rarely see you come out and support."

He gave you a side hug, and it shocked you and flattered you altogether. "I come out sometimes to see Shy, but I usually leave after she's finished."

"You gonna stay the whole thing today?"

"Yeah, she will." A masculine voice that you've grown fond of called. You were looking for Eren as you walked up, but so many people came to see you before you could see him. So he came to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders in a hug. "You really came."

"I did. I didn't wanna find out what your annoying ass would do to me if I didn't." You told him as you hugged his torso in return.

He chuckled, "Come on. Sit with me."

He led you up the stairs, and you two were sitting in a row behind a bunch of a boys on the team. They would occasionally turn around and look at you both, and while Eren was talking to you, you couldn't even pay attention to him.

You beckoned him closer with your hand, and he brought his head closer to yours so you could whisper to him. "Why do your homeboys keep turning around and looking at us?"

"Why do you think they're looking at us?" He asked at a normal volume as he pulled away from you.

You shrugged, "I don't know. That's why I asked you."

He chuckled, "Probably just because I'm sitting with one of the prettiest girls in this school."

You tried to hide your incoming smirk by drinking from your icee. "What events do you have today?"

"Just long jump and pole vault today. 12'6 is the highest."

"Oh? Twelve feet is high."

"Yeah. You think I got it?"

You smirked, "You know I gotta see what you 'bout, first."

"Mmhmm, you'll see what I'm about."

"Why you not doing any running today?"

"I do not feel like doing any bullshit races. Pole vault is already not for the weak."

"Yeah, you got it, though."

He smiled, "Why you think so? You haven't even seen what I can do yet."

With him wearing his track uniform, his strong, muscular arms showed with the sleeveless shirt he wore. And these shorts were pretty tight. They gripped onto his strong thighs and something else that you liked to see.

You didn't even catch yourself looking him up and down. "No reason. Just predicting."

He clearly saw you checking him out, and it made him laugh. You were gonna ask him why he was laughing, but Ashyra came and gave you a hug, "Wish me luck! I'm about to go down to the field."

You turned around and gave her a full hug, wishing her the luck she asked for even though she didn't need it. Shy was the type of girl to tell the girls next to her at the line that she's nervous, and wish them luck. And then she hits a clean walkover into the blocks.

When that gun went off, Shy was gone. Just about everyone repping your school was stood at the front of the bleachers, leaning on the fence to cheer her on.

After they got past the curve, there was only one girl in front of her. The walk-down that Ashyra gave her probably made her feel wind as she flew by. The race felt like it went by so fast, because Shy made it past that finish line in what had to be a record.

When Shy came back up, she received daps and hugs from all over. Then she came up and sat by you as you sat alone. "Eren went to the field already?"

"Yeah, only like five minutes ago."

She looked through the field for him, and she pointed to him standing by a tent and stretching with some guy from a different school to the side of him who he was chatting with. "There he go right there. I bet I can tell you what his ass is saying right now."

"What?" You asked.

"Girl, he be going down there and telling the people he goes up against that he's new and it's his first year doing this. He is sick."

You laughed at that information, "Are you kidding? So he's good?"

"Bitch, he's great. He grunt like a bear when he run. That's how you know it's serious. Hold on, come close." She lowered her tone as she pointed towards a ginger boy who was sitting a few rows in front of you two. "You see him?"

"That's Floch, right? I can't stand his ass, and he kept turning around and looking at me and Eren."

"Girl, when Eren chooses not to do the 4-by-4, that leprechaun motherfucker right there is the reason we don't make the podium."

"Just taking up space." You were trying to make sure your laughs wouldn't be too loud, in case he would turn around and look at you again. But Ashyra didn't tone shit down, and he looked at y'all anyway.

That's when Shy cocked her neck at him. "Hello? Fuck are you looking at, Floch?"

He turned his ass back around, and you had to turn away as you laughed so hard that no sound came out of your throat until 20 seconds later.

When it got time for the pole vault, you, Shy, and many other people went up to the fence, leaning on it as you all watched Eren's event. When it was his turn, he did the 10' and the 10'6" like it wasn't there, only a few other guys struggling with that one. On his first 11'6", he knocked the pole down, and then he went clean over it on the next attempt.

Once it got higher you all could see that the first few guys who went for the 12' must've been having a bad day. Multiple knocked the pole down on their first attempt, then some doing better on the next attempts. One guy broke the bar and his pole in his attempts. The guy who went right before Eren was pretty good, barely grazing the pole when he went over it on the 12'.

When it got to the 12', Eren was doing high knee stretches before he picked up his pole. On the first attempt, he knocked the pole down, and when he was on the mat, you all could see him cursing as he stood back up.

"You got it, Eren!" A girl who was standing on the other side of you yelled. Others clapped and cheered him on too, but you stayed quiet and just clapped.

With his second attempt, everybody could just feel inside of them that it was gonna be better. Connie was standing to the side of the pole vault lane, watching up close as he and others waited for the men's 4-by-4, and he dapped him up and cheered him on.

As he ran with the pole, his form was absolutely beautiful, being completely upside-down when the pole was at it's straightest height, then not even touching the bar when he went over it.

Everyone watching this who was repping the school was clapping and cheering him on, and him and Connie dapped each other up again and again, so hard their hands were probably stinging when they finished.

"Do that shit again, Eren!" Shy shouted.

Now it was the 12'6". The last one and the highest one. You all saw Eren take a deep breath before he started running. His strides were clean and long, and he repeated the same thing that he did on his last attempt. Same lovely form, just going a necessary 9 inches higher.

Everyone was hype, clapping, and cheering after seeing Eren clear out his first attempt on the highest one like that. Your cheeks were hurting from how hard you were smiling as Shy shook you by your shoulders.

In the next 15 minutes, he was at long jump.  If you listened close enough, you could hear Eren's grunts as he ran. He made it look easy, going so damn far when he jumped that people who weren't even repping your school were paying attention as his feet landed only around a foot away from the end of the pit.

"EREN THAT'S A RECORD! THAT'S A FUCKING RECORD!" Eren instantly jumped up from the sand pit, hype as fuck and matching Connie's energy. Your school section was too gassed at Eren eating this meet the hell up.

"He gotta have a lil' nigga in him." Shy said.

"I'm saying!" You proclaimed. Connie was pushing limits staying and watching Eren's events so long like he wasn't the first leg in the 4-by-4 that was about to start very soon. He had to dash to the line and catch his breath with the time he had, but when the gun shot, he was out of those blocks like that gun was being shot straight at him.

"You better run like they coming to send you back to South America, Con!" Shy yelled, and that's exactly what he did. He got around the track before all the other guys, and the hand-off with Floch could've been better, but it wasn't terrible. Floch was in fourth when he got around the second curve, but he was able to walk one guy down by the next hand-off.

"Okay, leprechaun didn't do terrible." Ashyra commented. The guy who ran the third leg got your school back to second, by the fourth leg, this tall boy who you knew to be called Berthdolt was going stride for stride with a guy from another school.

"RUN LIKE A NIGGA FINNA SHOOT YOU IN YOUR FOOT, BERT!" The whole crowd was loud as everybody cheered for their school. You knew that Berthdolt was quiet, but when it came to sports, he would be locked the fuck in. And that's why with the last 100 meters, he absolutely dusted the guy who he was running against.

That 400 knocks motherfuckers out. After Berthdolt got past the line, he fell off to the side and laid down on the grass next to where Connie had been since he finished his lap. Your section stayed lit way after the race was over, and a bunch of the runners stayed sprawled out way after the race was over.

"Are those niggas ever gonna get up?" You questioned, seeing Eren squirt water into his teammates' mouths from the second bottle he's had to bring.

"Girl, you don't understand the pain."

When all those boys finally did get up and come back to the bleachers, they were receiving daps and congratulations from all over. You and Shy were sitting back down, and it took so long for Eren to get from the bottom of the steps to where you guys were.

"Good job, best!" Shy said as she dapped him up.

"Thank you, thank you."

"Good job, Eren." You'd been waiting for him to get up to you for so long. For some reason you wanted to say more, but that was the only thing that would make sense at the time.

While he was down there, he had put some sweatpants on. He looked calm and tired as he looked at you, and you were surprised as he pulled you up by your arm and embraced you in a big bear hug, balancing his weight out on you.

Your giggles warmed his heart, "Eren, you're too heavy for this!"

"Just let it happen." He said as he rocked you back and forth, feeling your arms wrap around his torso.

When he let you go, he reached into his sports bag and grabbed some money. "Shy, you want anything from concessions?"

"Can you get me a pickle?"

"Okay. Come on, Y/N."

He walked down the stairs with you, and Connie said, "He's taking our good luck charm away, y'all."

You chuckled in flattery as he said that, but Eren kept looking forward. "You know Connie's feeling you, right?" He told you as you both walked to concessions.

"Yeah I can tell. But I also know another guy who's feeling me too." You teased.

"Really? What's this one like?"

"Well, he's a little annoying. But I found out today that he's really good on the field."

Eren chuckled as you two stood in line, "What do you wanna get?"

"Umm, some nachos."

"Okay. Do you get yours with jalapeños on them?"

"No, not usually."

"Oh. Loser."

You hit him on his arm, "Stop it."

"I'm kidding. I'll get my own, since you don't know what life is about."

"Yeah. I wasn't gonna let your hungry ass share with me anyway."

He scoffed, "Why?"

"Because, after all the events you just did? That tray would be more yours than mine."

"Yeah, I showed you what I'm about. How you feel now?"

"I already told you you did a good job, Eren."

"That's not enough. Were you cheering for me?"

"Well, I was definitely clapping."

"I know you hear all the fangirls I have in those stands. How you gonna outdo them?"

"I'm not your fangirl, Eren."

He was very close to you, and you liked the way he looked at you from above. "What do you wanna be to me, then?"

You didn't say anything, and he saw your shock as your mouth fell open. The lady at the counter called out "Next!" It pulled you two out of your moment, and you two moved up in the line and Eren gave the woman your order.

"Okay. The nachos will be ready in a minute." You and Eren stood off to the side to wait, him holding Shy's pickle, and then a matured but fit man walked up and acknowledged him.

"Jaeger, right?"

You and him both shared some skepticism. "Who's asking?"

The man chuckled, "A guy who's glad he came to this meet today. Look, I'm a recruit from Harvard. The name's Dean Washington."

Eren's eyes widened and he firmly shook the man's hand. "Oh, yeah. I'm Eren Jaeger. Nice to meet you."

"I can't believe this. I mean, we've had our eyes on you since your sophomore year. A tri-athlete that gets better every time he hits any field, and today you broke two of your school's records."

"Wait, I broke a pole vault record too?"

"Hell yeah! You're a force, and you'll definitely hear from Harvard soon. Here, take my card."

Eren took the business card that the recruit handed to him, and with a few more polite exchanges and another handshake, the man was on his way.

"Okay, big shot. Is that the first scholarship you've been offered?"

"Nah. The one's I've been considering have been the full-rides from LSU and Notre Dame."

Your eyes were the size of golf balls, "And those aren't the only ones?"

"No. The other ones haven't pulled me enough. LSU's been begging."

"Well that's a good pick for football."

"Yeah, you're right. But Harvard? This is crazy." He said, picking up his tray of nacho's from the concession counter.

"It gives you a lot to think about." You two began walking back to the seats.

"You're smart. Have you gotten any scholarship offers?"

"Well I've taken a lot of merit scholarships, but I did get a full ride that's gonna take me to a nice tech school."

"Where?"

"Umm, MIT." The only reason you sounded shaky when giving him this answer his because this school was in the same city as Harvard.

He smiled, as you expected him to. "Well that's gonna make me consider Harvard more. You still don't wanna be my fangirl?"

You stopped walking, and he turned around and stopped with you. You looked him in his eyes when you said, "You're the best, Eren."

He held his smile back while he poked his tongue through his cheek, staring at you for a while and looking you in your sultry, adoring eyes. His eyes traveled your body up and down, before he grabbed your free hand and said "Come on."

You two got back up to Shy, and you guys ate your snacks, bantered with each other and others who came over, and watched the remaining races. When it was time for awards to be given at the end of the track meet, Eren and Shy just told you to come down to the field with them.

"The highest score comes from the phenomenal Paradis High! Both of today's MVP's come from this team as well. Ashyra Ross for her performance in the 100 meters, 200 meters, and 4-by-1 races, and Eren Jaeger who broke two of his school's records in long jump and pole vaulting." A commentator announced over the speakers.

Everyone who was still here was clapping as Eren and Shy went up and got their medals, taking the picture that represented the school.

Your mom was the one who dropped you off today, and when you told him that, he took the liberty of commanding you to let him drive you home. "But before that, we're going out to eat."

"Oh, so we're not gonna go over to your house and work on the project anymore?"

"Hell no. We're gonna go to Chipotle and fuck up burritos. Shit, I could eat a quesadilla too."

The next day came, and Eren didn't seem too ecstatic at school for him to have been one of the most-valued D-1 athletes walking through this campus. He didn't seem necessarily sad, but he wasn't smiling as much or being as annoying during film. And he was actually working at some minutes, and then the next minute you would find him with his head in the clouds. You didn't say anything about it, but during homeroom, you called it out.

"Eren, are you good?"

He was on his phone but just staring at it before you said something, and your voice calling his name seemed to pull him out of his trance. "Y-Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know, you just seem like you're in your own world. You sure everything's alright?"

He hesitated, but then he answered with, "I'm fine, Y/N. Thanks for asking, though."

You weren't sure he was being complete with you, but you didn't wanna push it. "Okay."

Thursday came, and you didn't see him pop up in first period.

you wya?

mvp sorry i'm busy today

you wow

day before due date too?

mvp you can still come over to my house later tho if it's that serious

you fine then

Your mom pulled off once he let you inside the house. He was wearing a hoodie and some sweat shorts, and his hair was out of it's usual bun, those brown tresses of his grazing his shoulders.

"We're working in my room today."

"Why? The couch has been fine."

"I'm not working on shit if I'm not in my bed."

With proper study skills being considered, that didn't make sense to you, but you didn't wanna question him. His room wasn't bad. It was spacious, and there was a bunch of stylish art, memorable photos, & decor on his dark grey walls. But it was still the room of a teenage boy, so you couldn't help but recognize the unmade bed and the junk food wrappers & empty dishes that were around and on his bed.

"So, where were you today?" You asked him as you opened your laptop while sitting at his desk, him comfy under the blankets of his mattress with his laptop open on his lap.

"I told you. I was busy."

"That's not what I- Nevermind."

About half of a minute passed before he gave you a proper answer. "I was at a dinner."

"Wow. I was listening to Miss Sullivan run her mouth and you were dining away."

"Yeah, lucky me then." His voice was drained of any warmth, and you just decided that it would be best for you to not talk to him unless necessary today.

About 20 minutes passed before you two shared any words. Then, you broke the silence. "When are you gonna add pictures to your slides?"

Looking through the slides, they were good and accurate, proper spelling and capitalization too. That's something you could appreciate in a partner, but the issue with the pictures was the only one you had.

"I'm gonna do it soon."

"Well... Can you do it now? So we can be done."

He sighed, "You're doing it again."

"Doing what, Eren?"

"That control freak in you is coming out." He answered, still nonchalantly scrolling through his phone.

"Well if being a control freak might get you to act like you care then I'll be that."

"It's just like five pictures."

"Exactly. It's just like five pictures. Quick and easy."

"Exactly. That's why you can wait."

"Do you want me to do it for you? Because I'm fine with that since you seem to be in such a bad mood."

"I'll do the goddamn work. Fuck. Just be quiet."

You turned around completely in the chair, "Who the fuck are you talking to? You invited me over here."

"Yeah. We can both probably see why I'm regretting that today."

Your laptop was loud when you slammed it shut, not wasting any time to put it in your bookbag. "Right. So I'll be downstairs waiting for my ride, since you wanna talk to me like you weren't raised right."

"Fuck did you just say to me?" Eren closed his laptop too, moving his comforter and getting out of his bed.

"You wanna talk to me like that, talk to your fucking mama like that, hoe." You would tell that line to any person who got out of line with you, but this seemed to push a button of his.

It took only a few long strides for him to beat you to the door. You had swung your bag over your shoulder, and as you were opening his bedroom door to leave, he was slamming it shut with one hand as he looked down on you.

"My mom's fucking dead, Y/N."

His voice was deep and husky, but it also shook when he said that. Your hard exterior instantly softened, "Eren..."

He took a shuddering breath, and then he turned around and slowly began walking back to his bed. "Why do you think I wasn't there today? I was at a damn memorial dinner."

You put your bag back down, "I'm sorry."

"Thanks." He sat down on his bed, legs spread and arms hung to the sides of them, "You can go now."

You approached him slowly with ease. Sitting down by him on his comfortable mattress, the touch of your hand on him lightened his temper. You ran your hand through his hair, showing his face to you more.

"You're sad. Why would you make time for me if you're feeling like this today?"

"I've been sad for a while. Nothing new."

Your hand traveled down to the back of his neck, rubbing his nape soothingly. "What's wrong today, then?"

He took a second, and then he ran his own hand through his hair before he answered you. "Today makes seven years. It's just different."

"I'm sorry, again."

"No reason to be. You're not Lupus."

"I was giving you a hard time. That's why I'm sorry."

You just wanted to be there for him, especially after being so rude earlier. He turned to look at you, and his eyes were glossy and flooded, and that made your eyes fill up with tears too.

Sad boy or not, he was still strong as hell. So when he wrapped his arm around your torso and pulled you in for a hug, your whole body shifted over to him, and you straddled his lap to be comfortable.

"It's okay. It's your thing to give me a hard time."

You kept running your nails through his hair, and he adored the feeling. He stayed with his face buried in your chest, loving the feeling, loving the smell, loving the care, loving the comfort.

He lifted his face up, his chin nuzzled in your chest as he looked up at you. "I did really good at the track meet the other day."

You saw the damp tracks of his salty tears spread under his eyes. You placed both hands on the sides of his face, "You did."

"Guess who else reached out."

You tilted your head, softly asking, "Who?"

"UCLA."

"Oh. Another D-1?"

A meek close-lipped grin showed as he nodded. You used each thumb to wipe his tears. "I told you you're the best."

He gave you a real grin this time, then laying the side of his face on your chest. "She can't see it, though."

You began rubbing his head again. "You think she's not watching you?"

"I want her to be there watching me. I wish she could— I just—"

You quietly shushed him, holding him close. "She would be proud of you, baby."

He looked up at you. "You think so?"

"I know so... If it helps, I'm proud of you."

His lips were slightly parted as he looked at you, and then he was only looking at your lips. The next thing he knew, his lips were on yours. Slow, soft. He didn't wanna stop. He couldn't be off of you.

He was so gentle, just as you were with him. Your body curved into his, and his hand trailed under your hoodie, slowly running his palm up the middle of your back and keeping you close to him while you subconsciously grinded down on him.

When he pulled his lips away, his hand was unbuckling your bra as you felt him growing under you. "Eren."

His lips were occupied kissing your neck, but he put in the effort to answer you. "What?"

"Are you sure this is what you need right now?"

"I'm sure that what I need right now is you."

He kissed your lips again, and a string of saliva connected between your lips and his when he pulled away. Picking you up so easy, he changed your positions, you being laid on your back as he hovered over you now. "Can I have you?"

"Are you gonna even take no for an answer?"

He smirked, and then he shook his head no.

"Then you already got me, baby."

Your hoodie was off. His hoodie was off. His shorts were getting pulled down. Your jeans were on the floor. The door was locked. His hair was tied up. Your glasses were on the nightstand.

All you saw was his chiseled abs, his defined V-line, and that huge print showing through his briefs, and all he saw was your pretty half-naked self laying on his sheets under him.

You lifted your arms up so he could take your bra off, and then your pretty tits jiggled as they laid out under him. He whispered a curse as he threw your bra to the side. He leaned down and kissed your neck, and you felt shivers trickle up your thighs as his fingers met the sensations in the middle.

"You came here wearing a matching set for me." He grazed his fingers past the pink lace that made the panties of this matching set.

"I didn't think this was gonna happen." Every word coming from your overachieving mouth would be soft and shy, shyer than he knew you to be. He liked that he made you get like this as your pussy twitched under his fingers.

"Mmm, you were ready for me though." He slid your panties to the side, and your back arched off the bed when he drove his fingers in you. You let out a shriek that would've been a moan if you didn't hold back.

It sounded like ocean sounds were playing as he filled you up with his two digits, pulling them out, then jutting them back in again and again. His lips were wrapped around your chocolate areola, his tongue swirling around it like the delectable desert that it was to him.

Your back was arching off the bed, and he just kept hitting a spot deep inside that would turn your moans into whines. He looked up into your eyes from where he lay, and you were looking down at his hand going in and out of you at a dangerous speed. He pulled his mouth away and hovered over your face, and he began guiding you through your high.

"Like that, baby?"

"Yeah, like that."

"You look so damn pretty. So pretty when you're cumming on my fucking fingers."

You wrapped an arm around his neck, holding onto him tight and your back hovering off the bed as he hit that spot again, and again, and one more time before—

"Fuck! Eren!" You flooded his fingers and his wrist, and your hips kept grinding onto his hand as you rode out your high.

"That's it, pretty girl. Keep cumming for me."

When he pulled his hand out, you fell down onto the mattress. Your legs instantly closed, just like your eyelids as you caught your breath with the back of your forehead. He kissed your jawline and rubbed his hand up and down your body, taking your panties off then bringing his kisses down low and reopening your legs, kissing on the warm wetness of your clit.

"Eren." You cooed, and you called his name again but more hastily when he slid a broad lick across your sensitive slit.

He changed positions but left you where you were, now propped up in between your legs and his hands reopening them. He pulled you by your thighs closer to him, leaning to the side to reach in his nightstand and pull out a condom.

Your fat pussy was pressed up against his thick, clothed bulge. He whipped it out, and your shock was evident when seeing his long dick out of the clothes. "Oh."

He laid it on you as he unwrapped the condom, and the tip went all the way to your belly button. "You okay?"

You sat up partially to get a better view of this monster that he was planning on putting inside of you. "Y-Yeah."

He breathed out a laugh at your nerves, sliding the rubber onto his hard length. "You think you got it?"

"Umm, we'll see."

He aligned his tip with your hole, slapping it on your clit a few times. You and him both watched as he began to slowly push inside of you, until you couldn't watch anymore. Your eyes filled with tears and you had to squeeze them shut as you cursed.

"Fuck, are you a virgin? You're tight as hell."

"No, you're just big!"

You could cry and whine all you wanted. Unless you said something, he was gonna do his best to fit his thick cock in your tight hole. He grabbed the ankle of one of your legs that were thrown over his shoulder, rubbing it and pecking it with kisses as he slid inside of you.

"Relax, mama. I need this pussy to stop squeezing me so tight."

You had your toes curled and one hand gripping his sheets, the other holding your breast like it was a stress ball. When he kept pushing inch after inch in, you let your head fall back on the sheets. You hadn't fucked in a while. It hurt, but it hurt so good.

"There you go, gorgeous. I know you can take me." It wasn't all of him. There was about an inch of his shaft that couldn't go in anymore, but his tip was pressed in as deep as it could go.

You let out the cutest, shuddering moan when he started thrusting slowly in and out of you. Everytime that he would go in, he could see the imprint of his dick poking through the pudge of your stomach.

You were leaving a creamy layer of your juices on the condom as he fucked your sweet hole, "All this 's for me, right baby?"

"Yesss. It's all yours."

He held your face in his hand, "Open those pretty eyes and look at me."

You did as he said, caressing his hand with yours and leaning into him. Looking into his green eyes so innocently, yet he knew you were far from that by the way you were taking him. You were so smart. Smart enough to recognize that when you moaned the way that you did, needily called his name the way you did, grinded your hips onto his cock the way you did, that you had him wrapped around your finger.

Your lips parted more as he jutted his hips in deep. A guttural moan from your throat came out as he hit your spot purposely rougher this time. You couldn't help it, especially with the way that he looked so sexy when he looked down at you like this. His thick brows were furrowed, hanging over desiring dark eyes that were hazy with lust. His skin was damp with sweat. His soft lips were hanging open, letting his groans out as your pussy milked him.

"Eren, come closer baby. I need to feel you." You were spiraling with passion, and he was entwining in pleasure from finally satisfying his craving that was you. He leaned down and kissed you, enjoying how sloppy and erotic it was.

"You wanna feel me even more than you already are?"

"I needed..."

Your hand was roaming, holding him close by rubbing at his nape. "Your skin..."

Then his shoulder, "I wanted it on me." then his arm, squeezing him tight with your nails digging into his arm.

"Shit." The low growl that came from him as you left your marks made your whole body shiver. You just repeated the coo of the word "Baby" over and over again, the speed of it mounting as he kept going.

"I know, ma. I know. I'm... Close... Too."

You came first, you releasing a high-pitched moan with your juices that wet him up as his thrusts got more sporadic, yet still giving all his force.

"Ah, fuck." You felt his breath on your face as he pushed out his last few movements of his hips. You both were breathing gently on each other, him holding your face in his hand while you ran your hands through his hair, giving each other wet, soft kisses on each other's lips.

When he lifted up, the condom was filled with a fat heap of his nut before he pulled it off, tying it up and taking a tired walk to the trash can to throw it away.

You were still laying down when he got back over, just propped up on your elbows as you watched him.

He stood in front of you, rubbing your legs. "Were you just looking at my ass?"

You were feeling extremely relaxed, and your laugh represented that. "I was looking at everything, baby."

Even the fresh scars you left on his shoulders and arms. The way his body flexed with every movement, a different muscle being highlighted with every step. His sexy mannerisms, like the way he walked, the way he ran his hands through his hair, or the way he would look back at you. Damn. He was so fine for you.

And he was looking at everything you did. Your eyes were on his, so they were watching as he trailed down your body, looking at your full breasts, the texture of your warm brown skin, and the way that your plump ass still was visible even while you were laid down like this.

"You're so damn sexy."

"Mmm." You lifted up, running your hands up his chiseled body until they got to his pecks, "Let me hear that again."

He chuckled, "You're a slut, too. How did I not know that?"

Craning down, he pecked your smirking lips. "Yeah, I wanna hear that again too."

He bagged not just a beautiful genius, but a perfectly lewd freak. He held you by the back of your neck to give you another sweet kiss.

"Do you think your dad heard us?"

"Hmm, if so, it's a hard day. I'm sure he'll understand."

You grinned as you looked up at him, and he did the same as he towered down on you. You both could tell what was going on behind each other's eyes.

"Do you have any more condoms?"

Laid on your side. He would slow it down then speed it up, harassing that pussy like it wronged his whole bloodline. One hand was under your bent knees, and the other hand traveled from your ass to your neck, gripping your throat and holding you steady when he filled you up with the length of his cock.

You were wise, but you learned more and more everyday. Something you observed from Eren is that he's a feen for a fat ass. That's why the third condom you two were on broke when he was hitting it from the back.

And something that he learned about you was that you craved the feeling of his touch and his warm skin on your own. So when he slowed his pace down with the next trial from the back, he pulled you by your neck closer to him, your back centimeters away from his chest in this steamy room as he caressed your breasts and kissed your shoulders.

And when you slutted him out while riding? He was trying to match your energy first, bucking his hips up while you were slamming yours down. The headboard was rocking into the wall so much that one time it might've been his dad knocking on the door to make sure you two were okay.

He couldn't hear that though, especially over your moans and his combining in harmony. His moans were dragging out of him, exhausted rambles leaving his mouth as he held you close, his face rubbing against your titties as you went up and down on him, leaving a creamy mess between you two.

The last nut from the night didn't need a condom. You were hovered over his face, but then he just pulled you down and put that tongue to work as he jerked himself off, receiving help from you when you could move your body accordingly to your mind, which was almost broken with the persistence of Eren eating you out.

He kept going on for what was probably a whole hour. You weren't sure. He just said that you weren't moving until he was done eating, but when he freed you from his hold, you laid your ass down.

You woke up in a haze in this dark room, a ringing sound filling your ears. Eren was laid on your ass like it was a cushion, and you could hear his soft snoring.

"Fuck, what time is it?"

You had to put your glasses on, and you saw that his digital clock read 1:37. Your phone was ringing, and it was your mom.

"Shit, shit, shit."

Eren was waking up, but his head plopped onto the mattress when you — his human pillow — hastily moved.

"Hey baby. You alright? I've been calling you, it's late."

"Y-Yeah. I'm sorry mama. I just fell asleep." Eren tapped back into consciousness when you turned his lamp on as you talked on the phone and hastily tried to collect your clothes at the same time.

"It's okay if you were doing unspeakable things, honey. As long as you were being responsible."

You sighed, "I love you, mom. Thank you for being chill."

"Yeah, I'm chill, but I'm still a worried mother. I'm parked outside of his house. Get down here, because I'm not letting you go to school in the same clothes two days in a row or a boy's. Bye."

She hung up the phone, so you put it down as you kept getting changed. He rubbed his eyes and sat up on the bed and watched you.

"That's my sock."

You cursed, almost having a white and a black sock on.

"The hoodie's inside out."

You sighed, pulling it off and reversing it.

He got up and put his briefs on, covering his dick up in time to catch your next mistake.

"Jeans on and no panties? Fuck, just stop moving. Calm down."

He helped you get your jeans back off, picking up your panties and allowing you to step into them. Then he helped you jump into your jeans, slapping your ass when you finished that task.

"Stop." You slapped his hand away from your butt.

"Uptight again like you weren't about to break my dick off like three, four hours ago. Okay."

"Quit it." You slid into your crocs and picked up your bag, "Okay, I'll finish the last few details of the slideshow. I'll see you tomorrow— I mean, today, okay?"

"Mmhmm." Despite this tired response that you expected to be the end of the interaction, he grabbed you by your hood and spun you back around, planting a warm kiss on your lips that almost paused all of your panic.

And when you pulled away, it almost came back, until he started talking. "I'll finish the slideshow right now, okay? Go home and lay down, you overachiever."

You breathed in through your nose, "Okay. Make it look pretty, alright?"

"I will, baby."

One more kiss, before you turned around and walked out of the door.

"See you later." He told you.

"Yeah, see you later, love."

You tried to get downstairs quietly, not sure if Mr. Grisha would be down there or not. When you thought you were in the clear, you were proved wrong.

"Have a nice night, Y/N." He was sitting in a living chair, and you couldn't tell how you didn't see him. He shot you a warm smile as he looked up from the book he was reading, and the one you gave him back was probably crooked.

"You too, Mr. J."

You cursed at yourself in your head as you turned away from him and rushed your way out.

In the morning, Eren did most of the presenting since you were the main worker. The presentation was actually fun. Eren kept comically teasing you, but you weren't opposed to it. It actually surprised the people in your class when seeing you smile.

When walking out of the class, Eren held your hand and spun you around for the direction he was walking in. "You told me you have Miss Russé next. She'll be okay if you're a few minutes late."

You grinned and chuckled, "Where you taking me?"

"Just somewhere where I can talk to you." He led you through the front exit passing by the office, just so you two could sit at the empty benches that are out there.

"Do you know how tempted I was to slap your ass when you were sitting back down?"

"Still severely horny, huh?"

Grabbing your jean pocket, he pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, "After last night? Of course I am."

He placed his hand on your jaw as he locked his lips with yours, him leading the kiss. When he pulled away, you had your hands on his chest, "Yeah, I actually wanted to talk about that."

His head tilted, eyes narrowing too, "Yeah?"

"Um, I think— I think it was us getting carried away."

The look on his face wasn't neutral, although others might think that if not knowing the context. But you saw his jaw clench as he swallowed, and his eyebrows slowly furrowing over his darkening green eyes.

"I was in between your legs like, what, nine  hours ago. And now you think it was a mistake?"

"No, no. Not a mistake. I just looked back on it and I was thinking, maybe sex wasn't what you needed at the time."

The way he was looking at you made you feel so small. "Did I not make you feel good? Be honest."

"No, that's not it. You made me feel great."

"I could tell. So what the fuck is the problem?"

"Eren, you heard me. You were very sad and then we just had sex like that fixed everything. That's what's not making me feel good."

He stood up, and at this point you felt like you were buried into the ground, your head being the only thing above the surface so you could look at him. "Why the fuck are you doing this to me?"

"Eren, I'm not doing this to you. I was just saying it! I still adore you."

"Really? I can't tell." He picked his bag up and walked away from you, but not into the building. He walked out into the parking lot, and you walked back in the building before you could see where he was off too.

You didn't cry. No. You just felt like you were crying inside though. This was weird. You haven't thought about boys like this in forever. Then all of a sudden, one charms you on a Monday, and by the end of the week he's rearranged your guts.

At homeroom, you didn't see him. There was a possibility he was just going in his car to cool off earlier, and then there was the possibility that he drove home. He did the latter, and you were kind of relieved. Him ignoring you while being in the same room as you would've made you want to bury yourself in a hole.

Then the day went on. You got home, and you still wanted to sink into the ground. Not because of the reason from earlier. It changed into something else. You were craving him. You didn't care how awkward it would be, or how mad he could get, or how much he would yell at you. You wanted your body on his. You wanted to be around him. You wanted to be laughing with him, cumming with him.

You were obsessed with little shame about it, and that's why he got multiple rings on his doorbell and knocks on his from door at 7 in the evening.

"Wow. You came to see your mistake."

You were wearing another one of your hoodies, and this time a patterned pair of flair pants. Your slides were plush. Probably not the best choice for the rain that was just starting. But you still looked cute to Eren, and that made him even more frustrated.

"I never said that." Your pleading voice was so cute, and he was trying to make sure his dick wouldn't get hard as he looked at your doe brown eyes looking at him.

"Tch, come inside before it starts pouring."

You walked inside, turning around to face him once he closed and locked the door behind him. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a black tank top. He had his hands in his pockets, and before looking at his face, you were looking at his toned muscles and the print showing through his pants.

You were looking at him, and he was looking at you. You saw his Adam's Apple bob as he took a deep breath and got ready to talk. "Well, you drove your raggedy ass car to come see me. What do you have to say?"

You were standing with your hands behind your back, and a courage-building inhale preluded your sentence. "I'm sorry. I do mean what I said, but the delivery could've been better. Especially since it made you think that I don't want you, and I do want you. A lot. I was just thinking about it, and I don't regret what we did at all, but what led to it is what I was thinking about.

"But we can't change what was done. And I don't wanna change what was done, at all. I would sound like a hypocrite if I let on that I did, because a lot of the things that I said last night wouldn't elude that. Like when I said you're the best, I meant that. I mean, you're the best I've had, considering I've only had one other perso— Can you accept my apology already?"

He was smiling at you so hard that his cheeks were hurting. "C'mere."

You took the embrace that he was offering, him rocking you side to side as he laughed. You wanted your hands wrapped around him like this as long as possible, along with the feeling of him rocking you back and forth.

"Who was this other guy you fucked?" He asked you in the hug.

You lifted your face from his chest and looked up at him. "You in my business right now?"

"Yeah. You owe me."

"Why?"

"Because, I didn't say I accepted your apology. After how you made me feel earlier, I deserve something generous from you."

"Really?"

"Really." His hands went down to your ass, and you loved the way he touched on you, rubbing and massaging it. "Answer the question. Who took your virginity?"

"It was my boyfriend from sophomore year."

"Oh, yeah. I used to see you walking around with him. He's a loser."

Your mouth fell open, "Eren, be nice. He wasn't bad."

"Mmhmm." His mouth went down to your ear, "This ass isn't for him though, yeah?"

"N-No. It isn't."

"Neither is that pretty pussy though, right?"

"Right, baby."

"Who does it belong to?"

You looked up into his eyes, your hands on his chest. "It belongs to you, Eren."

"That's right. You belong to me. Don't ever try to fucking leave me or pull the shit you pulled earlier again, alright?"

Your lashes batted, but you still looked at him with adoration. "Okay, baby. I won't."

"Good girl." Gripping your ass cheeks, he shook one in his hold before he told you, "Get on your knees."

You did what he said, and he held your locs in his hand as you looked up at him. "What about your dad, though?"

"He's a surgeon. Working overtime tonight. Now, go ahead and pull it out. Let's see how else you can use this overachieving mouth."

He was right. You tried to overachieve in everything that you did. Even sucking dick. When you pulled his already hard dick out of his pants, you kissed the tip, using his drops of pre-cum as an extra layer of lip gloss.

You jerked him off with both hands, using your saliva from the licks you placed up his shaft as lubricant. Your hand ran up his torso, and you only had your eyes on his dick as you kissed it and slapped it against your lips.

When you actually started taking it in your mouth is when he got more vocal. You would hum every time you would slowly bob your head back and forth, taking more and more of his length everytime, until his whole shaft was in your mouth and you had your hand placed on the back of his waist to keep it there.

You pulled away and caught your breath, looking up at his hazy teal orbs that were looking straight back down at you in awe. "How many times have you fucked?"

All you gave to that question was a smirk, caressing his dick in your palm and using your wet lips to kiss and suck his fat balls. You practically gargled them in your spitty mouth while you sped up the pace of pumping his thick dick in your hand.

"Fuuuuuck." His groan was low and raspy as he took your throat as his own personal belonging.

You took his length back into your mouth, and the more of a mess you made increased to how much he was turned on. He felt every time his inches would go past your plump lips into your warm mouth. Your tongue kept licking that big vein that ran down the middle of his cock.

"Shit, I accept your apology. It's okay, it's okay baby. Fuck."

Your eyes shut and you stopped moving after he said that, and you took a deep breath and wiped your mouth. "I didn't— I didn't cum yet."

"I know that. I was paying you back what I owed." You got off of your knees and walked past him, "You were being really mean, though. Now I feel like I'm owed something. Come on."

You scurried up the stairs, and he didn't even tuck his dick back in to follow you. You were ahead of him, but him skipping stairs when he walked helped close the distance.

"I owe you?" He asked when he met you in his bedroom.

"Yeah. You do." He didn't expect it, and that's why it was so easy for you to push him on his bed. He sat up on his elbows as he watched you pull your pants down.

"Hold on, I don't want you to take your panties off y—"

"Eren, you don't get a say right now, baby. I'm sorry to break it to you."

His eyebrow furrowed, him looking like he was in complete disbelief. "What?"

"You heard me." Your juicy pussy was nude and aligned with his wet and hard cock as you took off your hoodie, then your bra, unleashing your yummy breasts right in his face.

But he couldn't touch them, or even lift up and suck them, because after you helped him take his shirt off, you pinned his hands down to the bed with your own, even humming in sadistic satisfaction when you did it. You used one hand to put him inside of you, and you moaned so sexily that he could've came right there.

But he didn't, he tried to push through. Even when you started bouncing that ass up and down on him ruthlessly, clapping sounds filling the room.

"So good, baby. You feel so fucking good." Your pussy was waiting for him, missing him desperately after last night. You didn't waste a second when on top of him.

You watched as his face scrunched up while you were milking the soul out of him through his dick. He was looking to the side, repeating, "Oh my god." with his deep moans.

He should've known you were gonna double back. Two strong-willed people having sex with each other just seems to lead to it lasting all night. But riding him like this right after sucking him so good and not letting him cum was just cruel.

That's why it took less than two minutes for him to give you the warning, forcing out an, "I'm— cumming." You got off of him, and watched as his spurts of cum came out like a fountain. It got all over his chest and yours, mixing in with the hair from his happy trail and dripping down from your tits to your stomach.

Your hand was on the bottom of his shaft, and you were gently pumping him as he came, so you loved the feeling of his dick pulsating as he emptied his balls. Once he was finished, you dragged your hand up his shaft, and he watched as you licked the cum off your fingers.

"Shit, come here."

You laid down on your stomach next to him and kissed him. "You're such a fucking freak." He told you, intertwining his fingers with your soft locs.

"And you aren't?"

"I never said I wasn't. That's why I like fucking you so much."

After a few minutes of you two making out, a struggle for dominance ensued. He quickly won it though, with him gripping your ass helping him get on top of you.

To your surprise, his dick was still hard, and he laid it over your stomach. "You're crazy, y'know? Fucking me like that without a condom."

"It felt better that way. And, I'm on birth control anyway."

"Hmm, good. Because we ran out of condoms last night."

"Oh."

"So, you okay if I fill you up?" He slid inside as he asked you this, and that familiar imprint in your stomach came back. "Make you mine?"

"Y-Yeah. Fill me up baby."

Eren loved hickeys, but not during the school year. He's literally always involved with a sport, so unless it's a winter practice, they're gonna be seen on him. But thankfully, he loved giving them too. So he took the liberty to grab your legs and fold you in half, allowing himself to lean down and kiss you as he gave you those magnificent thrusts. Those kisses went lower, and his mouth stayed in spots on your neck as his groans easily traveled to your ears.

When he sat back up, his pace got brutal, and you felt every last thrust hit so deep inside of you. "It's deep, Eren. So fucking deep."

Your breathy whimpers turned him on so much. He was focused on trying to make your pussy remember his shape fondly down to every last vein, hoping that he could make every one of his eight inches get in there.

He had a goal, and that's why he was being so relentless. You put your hand on his chest, whining and whimpering, but he moved it away. When he moved his hand back, he decided to hold your hands and your legs in his holds together.

"Fuck! Baby, slow downnn."

He was gonna keep plowing into you, even faster now that you said something. "Take it. You got it, ma."

"Eren, Eren! Fuck!" Your eyes were rolling back, and he was glad to see that he could make your eyes roll back in another way than you having sass.

You started repeating a slur of yeses when you were cumming, and as your body shook with your orgasm, you left a milky puddle of your cream under you.

Now is when he slowed down, to ride out his own high. He kept holding you where you were as his eyes shut, groaning and moaning while he filled you up, as he said he would do.

When he pulled out, the creamy concoction that was left on him was falling out of you. "Come here, mama."

He picked you up, and you held onto him tight as he rubbed your back up and down. "You're mine, baby."

You were mindfucked and hazy, but you still responded with, "I'm yours."

"All fucking mine."

[watatsumiis]

Being A Part of the Sumeru Squad!

I've been thinking a lot recently about being a part of the ‘in’ group in Sumeru - the ones shown to be good friends on screen already (Tighnari, Cyno, Al Haitham and Kaveh!) I feel like there's lots of ways one could slot themselves into the dynamic and it's just very pleasant and fun to think about. 

(Rambles below the cut. Platonic stuff, reader is referred to as ‘you’ and is entirely gender neutral) 

Though the squad is almost constantly making playful little jabs at one another, bickering back and forth and whatnot, they're overall a pretty supportive and kind group and accept you into their midst without too much fuss. 

You soon find yourself invited to a myriad of small, casual get-togethers where the group catches up with one another. It's kind of weirdly formal at first, with so many of them holding such high and important statuses. 

Luckily, Kaveh also ends up feeling pretty left out during these discussions, so you'll have someone to chat with or ask questions when you've lost track of the topic at hand. Plus, he's often got some very funny (and surprisingly astute) commentary to add on, even when the subject is painfully dull. 

Once all the politics are out of the way, the conversation tends to ease right up for a little while. Regardless of whether you're at some restaurant or cafe, or just hanging out at someone's house, there's usually snacks available and things will remain super lighthearted for a bit, all jokes and talks of recently released books or occasional infodumps about hyperfixations and special interests. 

On that subject, whenever the stars align and two or more group members have the same special interest or hyperfixation, hoo boy, you can expect them to monopolise the conversation and somehow always drag it back to whatever niche fascinations that they may have accrued lately. 

If you have something you want to talk about, you can rest assured that at least one person in the room will be able to engage. Everybody has their own collection of equally specific and obscure knowledge - with the occasional kind of hilarious overlap. Kaveh and Cyno’s shared fascination with Fontanian machinery, or Tighnari and Al-Haitham’s in-depth discussions of insectoid languages and their potential overlap with human ones are some of the first to come to mind. 

Of course, disagreements do break out every now and then - but everyone is fairly civil for the most part, if a little bit overdramatic and occasionally loud. It's interesting to see how everyone the group tends to take sides almost as soon as a hint of a possible disagreement rears its head. Al-Haitham once questioned Cyno's sense of humour, querying whether it could really be considered comedy if nobody was laughing, and pretty soon, Tighnari and Kaveh were arguing along as passionately as if they'd been personally insulted. 

You tend to be the tiebreaker more often than not - with such an evenly split group, there often tends to be an even balance between whatever arguments. It doesn't help that Al-Haitham likes to break it all down and give pros and cons for both sides (while still keeping his own stance firm), which may make it impossible for you to decide. 

Luckily, it's easy enough for you to guide the group's attention elsewhere. Just offer to make them some hot drinks or ask if someone wants to play a round of Genius Invocation, and it's like the argument never happened at all. 

It's easy to wind up feeling a little out of place in a group of such highly ranking people, but it's like your friends develop a sixth sense for when you're starting to get a little confused or feeling out of your depth. Instead of poking fun at you (like they do for Kaveh), they'll find a way to rope you into the conversation that doesn't put too much pressure on you. Cyno and Tighnari, especially, seem to have a way of relating things to subjects that are in your area of expertise to help you parse them better so you can find your footing and be debating back and forth with the rest of them. 

Game nights tend to get really intense. It's not a case of if someone will flip their lid, it's simply a case of when. Alliances and subsequent betrayals are all too common, and you'll often find yourself being bribed to help someone one-up another person. 

They even have a ‘trophy’ for winning each week's game night. It's a tiny crown, carved out of wood and painted gold. Collei made it and donated it to the group. Whoever possesses the crown also possesses the ultimate bragging rights until the next gaming night (or until they accidentally sit on it and squash it with their big clumsy butt. Kaveh ). 

Though the group is chaotic, noisy, and constantly teasing one another, they're all so supportive of one another and will stick together through thick and thin. As the conversations slow down, sometimes some pretty serious subjects get brought up, heavy venting and other such similar things. 

Though, they're all very understanding if someone isn't in the correct headspace for that sort of talk, and will happily postpone it or talk about it elsewhere if needed. They're also very used to multiple conversations happening at once, so it's easy enough for someone to dodge around the heavy topics if they need to. 

The squad can be almost violently supportive at times. Sometimes you worry that Cyno may be one hundred percent genuine about abusing his status as the General Mahamatra to threaten somebody who mildly inconvenienced you one time in the market last week. 

Overall, the vibes of the friend group are super fun (if a little intense at times). They may not say it directly, but everyone is super glad to have you around, hanging out with them and getting in on all the goofs they make and shaking up their dynamic a little bit.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagiarise my writing! I do not consent for my works to be translated and posted elsewhere, or copy - pasted into bot or AI technology.

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

I was so incredibly anxious when I first started dating my gf. I was having horrible OCD about telling anyone, I was worried about our compatibility, I was scared we didn’t have enough in common or our interests didn’t align properly.

I would have multiple crying episodes over all of these things. I was comparing my feelings to how I felt with my ex, trying to analyse if I was lying to my gf about my feelings. I got so much relationship and sexuality ocd come up which was hard for both of us. I started getting really bad contamination ocd in a way I never had before , so I was struggling to navigate this new part of myself. I would spiral in terms of my ED a lot too.

Everything felt so heavy. There were times I was convinced it wasn’t working and that I had to break up with her because all these emotions felt like too much.

But I feel like I’m in such a good place with my feelings and relationship at the moment. I feel like we have found a rhythm that works well for us.

When I was with my ex (even though it was for a stupid short amount of time aha ) it all felt so explosive. It was so intense and I was convinced I’d found my soulmate. That I had found the only person who I could build a life with. It was all new. I had many of my firsts with her so that just added to the feelings of intensity. When she broke up with me I was so lost and devastated for years. It genuinely felt like something I would never fully get over.

I was scared and questioned everything when I was with my gf because things didn’t feel like with my ex. There wasn’t this intense explosion or obsession. I was constantly calling my gf in tears confessing to her all this , worried I was leading her on, that I was lying to both of us, that I was going to hurt her.

But it’s just I had a different kind of love with my gf as I did to my ex. My ex was fast, new, intense and like a child seeing fireworks for the first time.

My love with my gf feels more like a fireplace. Took a while to get going , maybe brought out a little frustration because you think you aren’t lighting it right. You don’t feel the heat right away. But it’s there. It slowly warms up the room and feels comforting to the point you don’t even really think about it. But if you step outside you are blasted with so much you know need it and like it inside. Takes a bit of effort to maintain, but it’s worth it.

I feel like I’ve tried my best to meet her where she is at, and I know she has done the same for me.

She is genuinely my best friend, and for a while that worried me, made me feel it wasn’t real love and I was deluding myself. But I think it’s the type of love I’m most suited to. I don’t feel drained being around her. I can be silly with her. I can have deep and intelligent conversations. I can be there for her in my own ways and she can be there for me in hers.

I love having a best friend.

And as we always say: we are different in many ways, but similar in many more.

[icarusdiesatdawn]

Hatchetfield + Magnus Archives

I'm sure this has been explored plenty, but I've not actually seen much of it around so I want to give my own two cents to this conversation. I've been thinking about the Lords in Black and the Fears since NPMD came out, but I've never properly shared my thoughts, so here goes

Basically;

Pokey is the Corruption 🪱

Blinky the Eye 👁️

Nibbly the Flesh 🥩

These are pretty much on the nose I reckon. Tinky and Wiggly are a little more interesting to me personally, so I'm going to elaborate a bit. This ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated - apperantly Ido have many thoughts and feelings on this crossover - so I'm putting a break here.

[Also a fair warning for TMA spoilers]

Wiggly clearly got to be the Slaughter🩸 (at first I thought he might be affiliated with the Hunt, maybe they bleed into each other a little bit)

What I find most interesting though is when you put Black Friday in the context of TMA. Because it is basically just Wiggly's most devoted avatar Wilbur Cross, trying to execute a ritual for Wiggog Y’Wrath, aka the Slaughter, so he can come through to our dimension and bring about the apocalypse in his vision.

Similarly TGWDLM would be Pokotho's apocalypse (apokolypse) if the Web pushes through in a ritual. The fact that the Hatchetfield musicals all seem to be parallel universes works so well with the way the Fears work with parallel universes in TMA lore. Obviously this doesn't add up completely since Pokey's meteor backstory doesn't align with the concept of rituals in TMA, - and of course the whole point was that the rituals would all fail anyway because you need all the Fears together for it to work. But in Hatchetverse the Lords can!

Now I like to imagine what the rituals for the other Lords might look like. This is really scratching an itch in my brain

Also the Black Book is a Leitner, we all know it

Now I still haven't talked about Tinky. This is actually my favourite thing to think about because he's not as obvious to me as the others when it comes to the Fears.

I am very sure that Tinky is the Spiral🌀

The way he seems to enjoy to just fuck with Ted people's lives and trapping them in his toy box - which feels a little reminiscent of trapping people in, say, certain hallways. Fucking about with time and space to make their victims lose sanity seems about right for the Spiral.

Another part of the Spiral is deceit, the It Is Lies, and while this might seem like a stretch - I do think this is just as if not more so important to Tinky's whole deal. It's kind of the main thing he uses to play with Ted. He makes him believe he has anctually chance with Jenny again, makes him believe he's in control and knows what he's doing, when in reality it's just Tinky having a bit of fun toying with his feelings. All of this rings closely to the Web as well, but there two aren't quite off from eachother anyway, since lies and deceits are just a way of manipulation at the end of the day.

We only have Time Bastard to assess Tinky's personality, but it would be super interesting if this story would be explored in a whole play or musical, just to see the length of Tinky's manipulation tactics. Especially knowing they can take form as humans if they want to, he could - like the Distortion does - pretend to be Ted's friend to play his mind games. ...I might actually want to write this now

Okay, but the Spiral is not all T'Noy Karaxis is about. Again, just based on Ted's story, it actually becomes quite clear that Tinky is also the Lonely ☁️

Seriously, Ted's story is lonely coded through and through. Starting with the reason why Tinky picked Ted in the first place. He's at Emma and Paul's wedding, unenvited, unwanted, and probably the most lonely he's ever felt because what could make you more aware of your own loneliness than a room full of happy people who don't want you to be there. He's reminiscing about the time he had with the only person he's had a genuine strong connection to, then Tinky chimes in like "He's perfect, I can work with that"

And it's really just so sad. Ted has to go through losing Jenny again, and then ending up being comppletely and utterly removed from society. He doesn't even get to keep his sense of identity. His life. He just becomes "Homeless Guy", watching the people he once knew pass him by in the streets, seeing his little brother, his younger self - as strangers he lost all connection to. And he can't do anything about it. He is truly alone. Absolutely bonkers insane, I am eating drywall

do you get me???

Also just the Spiral / Lonely combo aesthetically clashes so hard but is actually not far removed. It really shows that the Fears bleed into eachother. From the Web to the Spiral, the Spiral and the Stranger, the Stranger and the Lonely, it kinda drives me insane I love it

Anyway, knowing that Tinky's a fan favourite for many of you, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this, so please let me know what you think!!!

EDIT: as some have pointed out, Pokey much better fits the corruption than the web, you are RIGHT I am an idiot

[radioapplerevue]

Hello!!! I was wondering if u had any radioapple headcanons? :)

Hello! I am... very sorry it took this long for me to reply. I saw the ask at work and then closed it to answer later, but once it was closed and out of my view then in my brain's opinion, it promptly ceased to exist.

Anyway my headcanons are a bit malleable depending on the situation/how they got together/the environment they're in/etc. But I'll try and jot down a few.

Alastor picks Lucifer up a lot. I mean look at him, he's tiny. Sometimes Alastor will have conversations with people with Lucifer slung over his shoulders, hanging from the crook of his elbow, or in the occasional princess carry. Alastor enjoys this because he thinks it's embarrassing for Lucifer. Lucifer enjoys this because he gets to be carried (even if he acts like it's embarrassing so Alastor will keep doing it).

Their coming together was slow, and started by them just learning to be in the same room without going for the throat. Eventually it turned into them talking, and then their chairs getting closer, and then Lucifer showing interest in one of Alastor's hobbies -- probably music. Because they are both overenthusiastic weirdos about their personal interests, and while Alastor doesn't share some of Lucifer's (the ducks, the circus, all things fruity and sweet, etc), Lucifer shares quite a few of Alastor's (music, dancing, cooking, disliking television, well tailored clothes, etc).

One of their favorite things to do is just hole up in a room in their respective spots and read. Their tastes in fiction don't always align, but they learn enough about the other's tastes that they can recognize what they might like when they come across it. Lucifer starts bringing Alastor books as gifts, and eventually Alastor starts to reciprocate, but only by leaving books in places that Lucifer is likely to run across them. If Lucifer tries to thank him, he'll disavow all knowledge.

Lucifer enjoys listening to Alastor's radio show.

Alastor enjoys listening to Lucifer sing.

Lucifer, as an angel, existed long before sex and gender were even things. Thus, he doesn't have any particular attachment to either. He's been in one form for ten thousand years because it's the one that Lilith (and later Charlie) knew, but he's fine with shifting it around as he pleases. Regarding sex, Lucifer enjoys it, but doesn't need it. If his partner isn't into it, then neither is he. What he desires isn't sex, but intimacy. He wants to be wanted, in whatever form that takes.

It takes a while before Alastor trusts Lucifer enough to even begin to allow any sort of sexual activities, but he quickly relaxes once it's proven that Lucifer will not only not force anything onto him, but will not expect anything of him, either. Lucifer will be just as happy if the night ends in a cuddle, or even just lying side by side and talking if Alastor's not up for that.

When they do start having sex, though they will play around with different dynamics as it suits them, Alastor tends to prefer letting Lucifer take the lead. Since his interest in sex is most often not the sex and more about being close to Lucifer and enjoying being the source of his pleasure, he doesn't feel any particular inclination to be the one making decisions. Plus, this way Lucifer has to do all the work, and Alastor's the center of attention the entire time. Why would he pass up on that?

Alastor doesn't feel like he's lacking any control when Lucifer leads in bed. There's a heady sort of power that comes from the knowledge that no matter what they're doing, no matter how close Lucifer is to climax, all it takes is one word or one unhappy noise from Alastor and Lucifer will stop completely. And if Alastor says so, then that's it for the night. He's tested it, in the early days when he was still skeptical, and Lucifer never complains, never pushes. (There's safety in this as well as power, but Alastor tries to think about that less.)

Lucifer, for his part, understands how much trust Alastor is showing in him by allowing himself to be that vulnerable. This makes him feel touched, honored, possessive and honestly, very protective. (Angel Dust has learned the hard way by now not to ask for details about how Alastor is in bed -- and it wasn't from Alastor. Lucifer will protect Alastor's vulnerabilities with his life).

I'm thrilled that fandom has run with the "Alastor's shadow is affectionate with Lucifer" idea, because it's one of my favorites. I also believe that his shadow is an extension of his own feelings, particularly the ones he hides behind his buttoned up exterior -- so when things start to get friendlier with Lucifer, the shadow shows Alastor's growing interest before Alastor himself does. And when they do get farther along... well. Good luck reining that thing in. (SHADOW RIGHTS)

When Charlie first found out, she thought it was a prank on their part in order to get them out of bonding exercises.

That's some of them! Hope that'll do!

[poorlytunedukulele]

Day 2 - Tower/Day 4 - Reunion

Over his years as the Vanguard, Andal Brask finds himself falling into certain routines.   It’s not bad, exactly- he does things for a reason, and without the chaos of a wild Hunter life constantly throwing spanners into his works, those reasons tend towards similar means.  His Consensus days, for example, always begin with a pot of tea.  Enough for a nice large mug to soothe his morning nerves, and the rest to fill a thermos for sipping during the hours-long debates.  He chooses a couple of Crucible feeds with funny commentators to put on in the background while doing busywork.  He acquires a favorite baker’s stall on the concourse.  He takes walks in the same courtyards.

Some habits are born out of necessity.  He finds himself showering at the same time every day (partially driven by a need to sleep in, partially to avoid the crowds in the Hunter dorm’s communal bathrooms).  He becomes a regular at a few restaurants he can drop by for a quick, dependable lunch on his breaks.  He stops short of taking the same route to work every day, but when he’s running late, he knows the quickest path by heart.

Some routines, though, are born of joy.  He has his welcome speech for new Guardians down pat, with just the right mix of showmanship and reassurance.  The look of wonder in their eyes as they take in the Tower never gets old.  (A few years into his tenure and he’s already made far too many farewells.  He tries to savor the introductions when he can.)

His favorites, however, are the reunions.  He can go weeks without seeing his Pack in person.  They come by the Tower more often now, but their schedules don’t always align.  He’s busy.  They’re busy.  So when they do have a chance to get together and catch up, he tries to make the most of it.

Shiro, he tries to ply with new, interesting things.  They visit foundries and armorsmiths, test out guns, debate the merits of just-invented technologies and old relics.  Andal keeps the spiciest bits of gossip and intel for him.  They go out to museums, too, and good restaurants.  There are a thousand cool things the City has to offer, if you’re willing to spend the time to find them.  In his heart, Andal knows it’s not really the sights Shiro keeps coming to see.  He gets the feeling he could start taking the younger Hunter to Thaumaturgy lectures and he’d still keep tagging along.  It’s not the novelty that Shiro needs, it’s the sense of normalcy.  He needs to be reminded there’s a world away from Fallen troop movements and Hive rituals.

When Azra comes back, he’ll take her out to dinner, as well.  Someplace quiet, or with takeout to bring back to his room.  Maybe they go for a walk, or go look at some gear.  But he’s always sure to, at minimum, load her stomach with good food and pack up the leftovers for her (she’s always been the type to just go for the easiest thing around, and he worries).  And he’ll ply her for information on whatever exotic locale she’s run off to lately.  He’ll trade her stories with ones of his own- funny anecdotes from strikes, Vanguard intel that’s technically top-secret, the likes.  They talk about anything that isn’t the City.  Even when Azra’s just touched down, she’s always itching to go.  It pains Andal that he never quite sees her comfortable anymore.  He remembers the bored, ponderous conversations and the lazy musings she used to drop into the quiet of the woods.  She used to nap.  He has to pray that the others are keeping a safe place for her.

Tevis needs a room more than anything else.  A safe place to sleep and a confidante.  His demons have always had sharp claws and a lot of stamina.  Andal knows he talks to Shiro some, and Azra more, but as the two oldest in their pack, Andal and Tevis have always shared a special bond.  So the Nightstalker will drop by and Andal will make him some tea, and maybe they’ll talk and maybe they won’t, but they always end up curled together on the futon when the sun sets.  Whatever’s said in the dead of night, whatever worries are breathed, whatever tears are shed, they stay there.  The morning is always better for it.  Tevis will make omelets, and with the sun streaming through the open windows, they can talk about lighter things.  Andal notices how Tevis’s shoulders sag less when he leaves.  He measures it and hopes it is enough.

When Cayde comes back from some long haul, they always take a night on the town.  Drinking, eating, getting up to general mischief (as much mischief as the Hunter Vanguard can get away with, in any case).  Their time together is always bright and exciting.  Andal notices how it becomes a bit more frantic as the years go on.  Both he and Cayde are trying to make up for lost time, and they’re both always coming up short.  They sing and dance and Cayde’s smile is always a little too eager, his optics a little too bright.  Somewhere, Cayde is realizing that this might be all he ever gets.  Every time the sun rises and Cayde trundles back out into the wilds, Andal promises himself if won’t be.

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[chaintheghoul]

During a RP my mind just pieced together some of Chain’s history. I really need to crack down on his personality and lore (clearly. he’s changed wayyy too much since I started this account) so I guess this will help somewhat.

This might be a mix of a fic and of just bullet points of lore, so have fun reading I guess.(?)

And I just gotta mention that this is basically an AU. Doesn’t have to align with your HCs, this is pretty much how I imagine a character I’ve given a personality to.

It starts off like this:

Chain had been summoned. He was Primo’s first summon ever, summoned to aid in continuing the Ghost project so the ministry could expand and ‘take over the world’. He was a water ghoul, handed a bass and taught how to play. He was definitely interesting, not speaking to many people and he always drew bones on the back of his hand, but he was kind to others. He minded his own business, never getting into arguments because he rarely spoke to his new packmates.

However, Primo noticed how alone the ghoul seemed, and decided to speak with him. Already, because of the bond they had due to the summoning, Chain liked the man, however this conversation seemed to spark a flame in him.

The two got along well, and eventually you weren’t able to split the two up, not even onstage.

BUT ANYWAYS, that’s not what this is about.

This segment is about his sad backstory :(( poor chain 😣

Jshrwisntkqkfktbwo how do i write again?

Chain had been in the band Ghost for a few months now. He’d been happy as ever, enjoying spending time with his favorite person and playing an instrument that he had learned to enjoy, however the ministry had noticed that something was wrong with him.

They noticed how he constantly isolated himself, he zoned out a lot, he constantly spoke to people that seemingly weren’t there, and he constantly shut people out and believed the craziest things, ranging from saying the world was about to explode to telling them that the ghouls around him were making him crazy. It was getting worse.

Noticing that Chain had taken a liking to a chain he had used as a belt, the ministry ‘therapist’ had the idea to use chains and keep him detained… ‘safe’ so he wouldn’t hurt anyone if it ever came to that.

They set up a room for him, similar to what you’d see in a psych ward because they weren’t really used to having to deal with anyone like this but Primo refused to send him back.

They basicallt experimented with him, testing his limits and taking advantage of him because they could. It wasn’t common to find ghouls with disorders like this, so they’d run tests and learn more about him.

So, Chain had been detained, taken to the room after being initially examined and chained to the wall so they could record him. He of course fought back, and they put a muzzle on him, which is what inspired them to put a muzzle on Chain when they locked him up with Miasma. (by that time it was a little more advanced though)

They recorded him, and eventually diagnosed him with his schizophrenia. Chain stayed in the room for months, eventually getting out when Primo finally convinced them to let him out. Of course this means that the pack had to move on, they replaced him with Lake, became Secondo’s ghouls, blah blah.

Whenever he’d go outside the room, he’d be held back by chains and guards carrying them. He’d barely be allowed in the lake since they didn’t want him drowning himself.

Eventually he’d be let off on his own, spending time only with Primo for years until he was inevitably killed, leading to Chain completely isolating himself for years until finally coming out of hiding.

That whole story might have it’s own explanation though, it’s a long thought.

I’m mainly focusing on his time spent in the infirmary. Obviously we know that he was completely mistreated, and stress is known to induce episodes for people dealing with schizophrenia, so of course the whole experience would lead to them thinking he was actually a lot worse than he was. This also means that there was a lot of misinformation around the ministry when it comes to psychotic disorders, because they weren’t common in the ministry. However luckily they’re educated now because Chain’s mistreatment just means that they need to improve and become more knowledgeable on these topics👍👍

I could go on for hours about how all of this affects Chain and his actions nowadays, so let’s rant!!!

I haven’t really been focusing on what I’ve said in RPs. I’m truly just now going through and picking my boy apart, so apologies if it’s inaccurate or doesn’t meet your expectations, I’m trying my best lol

So Chain was generally nice to Miasma when they were locked up. I imagine that this is because that was when he just came out of years of isolating himself, and he knows that he should try to make friends because he knows Primo isn’t going to be back any time soon. He doesn’t enjoy socializing, and being locked up with a ghoul really just meant free friend in his eyes.

And then they tried to kill Copia. This was generally just revenge. Being locked up didn’t really do much to him, but he just wanted Copia to understand that he wasn’t going to be taken advantage of again.

Blah blah, Miasma kills Ifrit or smth and then Primo comes back alive. Primo is literally the center of Chain’s universe, the Jesus Christ of his life because Primo quite literally saved him from the doctors. So of course as soon as he comes along, Chain obeys anything and will literally do anything to make Primo happy. Also Primo is literally re-alived after being dead so it’s a shock and Chain is just happy about it.

And then I generally don’t really remember much else. Miasma became a human or whatever, but we come to the part where Chain is starting to go a little crazy because of everything happening.

Miasma has been kind of influential on Chain’s thoughts. He’s seen his two favorite people doing the most deranged things, and he’s starting to wonder if he could do it to. So he tried to kill Primo in the lake, then he tried to kill Miasma, and in the end because he loves Miasma so much, he tried to kill off whatever is keeping Miasma away from Chain. (Jim.) I can go on about why Chain is so obsessed with Miasma and his attention and why he’s so addicted to the attention he receives from others, but I can go in detail another time, I’ve got some good ideas about that.

What I’m trying to point out is that Chain is starting to think a lot more violently, as shown by his yandere moment of attempting to lure Jim to the lake. And then after, he guts a fish and did the one thing he swore to himself he wouldn’t do, he ate one of his fish.

^^ That is what really changes him, I’d think. I feel like him doing that is a sort of ‘relapse’ into his old habits of needing to hurt something to release dopamine, because he wanted a release from feeling so controlled and watched. He wanted to feel rebellious and like himself and not the perfect ghoul they wanted him to be.

It sounds edgy, but I feel like it’d be true. In their eyes, he’s insane, and he knows he’s not, but he also just doesn’t want to be perfect because it’d be weak, it’d mean that he wouldn’t need to be restrained, that he didn’t need to be watched, that he didn’t deserve the attention he was getting. So if he was crazy, he’d get the attention, and even if it was bad, at least someone was talking to him. Asking how he felt, he could socialize but he didn’t need to do any heavy lifting. He knew socialization was good, he just didn’t want to do it.

Gonna be honest, that doesn’t make any sense psychologically. But I’ll leave it for me to fix later I guess

And then there’s the ongoing RP with Sister Nyx. Basically, Chain has PTSD. And as everyone knows, PTSD and Schizophrenia do NOT mix. Just a recipe for disaster, and it sure is a disaster. Chain is constantly reminded of the memories of being dragged around n shit.

I’m starting to get a little tired so I’ll probably post more thoughts tomorrow. Maybe an entire fic if I feel like it tbh. I’ll probably go more into detail about his time at the infirmary, this is really messy and I kind of hate it. BUT at least I got my thoughts down.

@asksisternyx I know you wanted to see this :3

and @ask-papa-primo sorry for the mention but jusr thought you might be interested.

This was not proofread and I suck at having clear/organized thoughts so I’m sorry if this doesn’t make any sense 😭 Give me like a week to figure it out LOL

In conclusion, don’t listen to depressing Sleep Token while writing character lore 🫶

[glassrowboat]

Could you tell us a little about what you and Mydei get up to together to relax? :3 perhaps for Simone + Reca and Baizhu + Michi as well? I'm afraid to ask for Dokja x you

Wow, I can't possibly imagine why my mutuals think that there's something to he scared about when it comes to my selfship with Dokja. But just for that, I'm adding him, too, sucker. F for Shingen getting no love.

Michi and Baizhu

Listening to the story teller together while drinking tea. They like to talk about the tales after on their walk back to Bubu (Michi is always sure to walk Baizhu back even if it rubs at his pride a little)

Dinners with Zhongli and Hutao!

Nail painting sessions with Qiqi. Baizhu used to do them regularly, but now Michi takes up the job, and he can simply talk and watch the two. They have lots of shenanigans together as a family, but that is a notable one because once Qiqi wanted to paint their nails for doing hers and...it ended up a mess. Still, Michi didn't fix her nails until they were chipping.

Gossiping sessions with Changsheng (though Baizhu will pretend he's not interested).

And Michi will sometimes just see something in his house that looks like it needs to be fixed up and will take the job herself. He usually always insists she stays for a meal after as a thank you.

Simone and Reca

Thrift stores and antique malls. Simone loves them cause she can find more vintage fashion to her tastes while Reca can acquire more realistic props for whatever movie he's planning to work on next. He stands by having something that was actually used and loved is far better than buying a cheap copy that will get tossed after.

Making outfits for AD. Reca will spout on about all the cute little dresses, bows, and hats his beloved Assistant needs while Simone sews them up. And yes, AD loves them all.

Penacony isn't exactly short of events given its attraction as a tourist hot spot, so there's always something fun to do. Reca drags Simone along to check them out so they can experience new and exciting things together. Though sometimes this does end up in them both bumping into fans who want autographs, which is well... a terrible way to end a date...so they sneak off to go get some greasy food at a food truck.

Hanging out with Simone's older sister Irene! This usually ends up in Irene miffed at Reca, but hey, they're getting better at being in the same room together. (They're not).

And it feels wrong not to mention binge watching movies together.

Risse and Dokja

We share a love of books, both online novels and traditional. We read together in the few moments where it's just...calm and can cuddle up together. These moments are few and far between, and we're more likely to find out we both read some crappy manhua before the world went to shit and then diss it to high heaven.

Playing with his adopted kids! Biyoo likes to float around and watch as Yoosung and Gilyoung argue about whether her monsters or his bugs are better. They get pretty noisy, and if one of the kids claims themselves as the favorite, I end up getting pulled into the conversation to help settle their doubts... (His favorite is Biyoo).

Sometimes, we try and see just how much stupid shut we can do before the constellations stop donating coins. It can get pretty absurd, though, because those guys are willing to encourage anything as a means of entertainment.

If he's in his Demon King of Salvation form, I like to bury my face in his wings.

Watching him scroll through the Dokkaebi shop to see what wild items come up. It's...crazy in there.

Risse and Mydei

We're very big into parrel play because a lot of our hobbies don't actually align, but we enjoy being close to each other. So, a lot of the time, I'll be editing a script or something or another to keep myself busy while he's doodling little drawings for his account as Fig Stew is so Yummy! (he makes TikTok animations if anyone hasn't seen those). He likes to draw us as little chimeras together, though most of the time, the one with my color scheme is suspiciously always chewing on some part of the orange chimera -_-

Watching him train. It really started as me needing a reference for a fight scene, but Mydei found himself trying to little bit harder than usual for the sake of impressing me. <- Phainon has noticed this and teases him about it.

Enjoying the baths together. The reason I enjoy this is totally innocent.

Him telling me about Kremonian culture. I clearly don't know a lot, and my self insert doesn't even hail from Okhema so it's kind of hard getting all this history down pat when there's so much false information born simply out of disdain for the other race. Luckily, Mydei is always willing to answer my questions if I ever bring any to him.

After closing night at the theater, the group typically stays for a long time after to have drinks and say goodbye to the characters they were playing in a fairly tame get-together. I tend to invite him, though he is a bit awkward and keeps to himself at first. This is how Mydei met most of the people at the theater who slowly, over time, become more acquainted with him! Shame he has to deal with tipsy Risse because of this, though...

[twstgarden]

✰ ❝ match-up for @doodler17 ❞

━ match-up trades are open. for more information, please visit the catalogue and the rules. ━ a florist sorting through the flowers to find your perfect match. according to the red tulip's petals, your match is...

━ 𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙙 ━

➻ the introverted dormitory manager of ignihyde and acting director of s.t.y.x. appears to be the best match for you, based on your interests and partner preferences.

➻ there will be a mutual understanding with you both, and a mutual appreciation for one another as you can have deep, intellectual conversations with him that keep both of your minds stimulated with knowledge.

➻ your interests align with his. he'd draw with you, he'd watch anime with you, he'd collect manga and figurines with you. everything you love to do; he'll be there to geek around with you.

➻ hearing you play for your school band makes him think he bagged the perfect partner. i mean, someone who loves anime just as much as he does and is very talented? you must be a gift from the heavens above.

➻ he understands your fear and frustration when being forced to socialise, so he, of course, would never drag you out of your room just to talk to people as he does not even do the same to himself. he'd prefer getting comfortable under his blanket with a console in hand and a few snacks surrounding him, all alone or just with you.

➻ just like him, you love to ramble on about your interests and there will not be a second where he won't ever listen. he'd sit silently and let you talk, paying attention to every word you say as you talk about your interests with great passion and love in your eyes.

➻ idia may be a lot of things to other people, but he is one who never sugarcoats his words. if you seek the truth, then the truth is what you get. he never does well with trying to please you by telling white lies to make you feel better.

➻ overall, idia appears to be a great partner for you. one who would make you feel understood and stimulated. though there may be a problem when it comes to emotional support, the best way to tackle this problem is through developing your communication skills.

━ possible matches: ➻ trey clover (a balanced and fulfilling relationship, but may become overwhelming with the amount of emotions and values poured by him into the relationship) ➻ lilia vanrouge (may have similar interests and would work well together as he is an incredibly understanding and selfless partner) ➻ vil schoenheit (a relationship with personal growth as you two can learn a lot from one another. he would never sugarcoat things with you and tell you the truth as it is, having your development and interest in mind. however, he may be a little overwhelming for you.)

© twstgarden 2023 || please do not steal, translate without my permission, or use this to train a.i.

[skitskatdacat63]

How about 2 + 70 Vettonso?

Royal AU x Locked in a Room

Keke I'm assuming you're asking for boy king au? 🤭🤭 I feel like they often get locked in rooms together because everyone is so done with their bickering. Like oh noooo we lost the key, you guys are gonna have to wait in there. Together. Alone. Unfortunately the locksmith lives across Vienna. Btw he’s scared of horse carriages. Oh no.  Don’t worry, Mark makes sure to lock them in a room with a notable lack of sharp objects. I think when they’re away from everyone else, away from their situation, they feel a lot more comfortable with each other. They’re stuck in a room for the foreseeable future with no one else watching, what is the real point of putting up a front anymore in this situation; this is the man they’re going to be stuck with forever after all, just not in the confines of this specific room. They are both a very specific breed of ultra competitive and devoted, so even though they’re having a perfectly “normal” conversation about literature they enjoyed(Fernando: Machiavelli’s The Prince, he says it's a very good, relatable and interesting guide. Seb: Don Quixote, he told Fernando it reminds him of a certain someone), to everyone outside, it’s like “oh god what is that muffled yelling, are they scuffling???” When they’re not being scrutinized by the rest of the palace and court, I think they can have very calm constructive conversations about running the kingdom(no matter how seemingly competitive they sound.)  Also even if Seb cares less about image than Fernando, I think he still definitely puts up a front, it’s just a lot less negative than Fernando; so this situation gives them a situation where they can be their most free and open selves. Yeah yeah they spend time alone together often, like in their bedchamber, but that still has a notable time limit most of the time, and technically one of them could just dip at any moment. So everytime they get conveniently stuck in a room, they come out of it a lot closer and a lot more aligned, and a lot more fond of each other. I say “come out of the room” but more often than not, they’re found passed out, cuddled together on some surface, the furniture and their clothes in disaray. I’ll leave it up to your imagination how they ended up there, and what their state of undress is 🤭

[ivorybled]

╰ ┈ [ sean teale , twenty six , cis man , he/him ] in the time of dragons , ARTHUR HIGHTOWER is entering the game of thrones . said to be intuitive + eloquent , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be calculating + opportunistic . when asked about them , people are always reminded of numerous stacks of books littered throughout a room , satisfaction always barely out of reach , the cold startling touch of a steel sword's hilt . though they are the LORD OF OLDTOWN , their true loyalties lie with house hightower and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support THE PEACE TREATY / THEIR FAMILY above all else . those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come .

i.

full name : arthur hightower .

also known as : art .

official title : lord of oldtown .

age : twenty six .

gender + pronouns : cis man + he/him .

orientation : homosexual .

relationship status : unwed , unbetrothed .

allegiance : house hightower .

ii.

faceclaim : sean teale .

eye color : brown .

hair color : brown .

dominant hand : left .

height : 6'1"

build : athletic .

iii.

weapon of choice : usually has a sword on his hip but good with his hands for self defense .

moral alignment : true neutral ( for the time being at least ) .

inspired by : bronn & tyrion lannister ( got ) , eleanor shellstrop ( the good place ) , wesley wyndam pryce ( buffy / mostly from angel ) , orlo ( the great ) .

pets : doesn't have any :(

iv.

arthur has always been one to prefer the shadows to the spotlight , keeping himself and his circle of companions small . he lost his mother at a young age and though a part of him desired so badly to look up to his father , his judgement over the years drained hope of that away . instead , arthur found safety in his siblings and they became the people he trusted most . they've never been the most peaceful family and their connection is complicated , but even in present time , arthur still wishes all the best for them both .

though being the middle child let him have more freedom and less responsibility growing up , there were still expectations . to marry , to carry on the family name , everything that would help their house prosper . in many ways , art still wants that , but he grew out of living for others in his late teens . he doesn't really care what happens to house hightower tbh but like , he wouldn't do anything to hurt them , you know ? his sisters are cool but his dad can go to hell . also , marriage seems kinda ... dull to him ... he's not looking for anything serious .

he reads a lot , always wanting to know as much information as possible because he's nosy and also thinks it'll benefit him eventually . enjoys nerd things like battle strategies and mapping the stars . has a lot going on in his brain at all times but he's a bit quiet , doesn't really say much unless you initiate conversation . get him started on his interests , though , you might never get him to shut up . he's always trying to be the smartest person in the room .

likes to travel a lot ( his father hates it but he does it anyway ) , has a lute that he strums when he's alone , and is convinced horses hate him because he's been thrown off them three times now . he's very displeased about it . doesn't like violence but loves to sword fight and can defend himself if needed . he's just here to quietly have a good time .

v. - wanted.

pen pals - people art met while on his travels who kept in touch ! could be various people , he likes hearing about other people's stories so if you tell good ones then you'd be a good fit .

past suitors - arthur has zero interest in marriage and would not be subtle about letting someone down if they were interested in a betrothal ... especially women because he has no interest in them either .

scheming buds - this would have to be someone who is more of the devil on arthur's shoulder , since he has no issue doing what needs to be done to achieve his goals , but he is not someone who starts things . he's a loyal follower as long as the loyalty is mutual .

anything really !

[cleverhottubmiracle]

No topic is off limits for Nina Lorez Collins. At 51, the founder of The Woolfer—a digital platform for women over 40—and a mother of four fledgling adults, she is as self-actualized as she is self-deprecating. A big career as a literary agent, then as a writer for Elle and Vogue, led to Nina’s creation of The Woolfer, her highly engaged tribe of sassy, brassy women who congregate on the site or app to serve as each other’s sounding boards, friends and life coaches. Their posts, seminars and meet-ups are lively, candid, awkward and occasionally vulgar—authentic, like she is. What followed was her book, What Would Virginia Woolf Do? And Other Questions I Ask Myself as I Attempt to Age Without Apology, as well as the “Raging Gracefully” podcast. Nina lives in Brooklyn and East Hampton, sometimes with her new boyfriend and all the time with her new poodle, Strudel. She spent a recent afternoon telling Bare Necessities about traversing that long, winding road of life while fearlessly living on-brand. Nina at home, all photographed by Tanya Malott Q: So how did you get here?A: I was born and raised in New York, and I fell into book publishing. First, I was a scout for European publishers, then I started my own company. The idea was to find books to publish in other languages and to option for film. Eventually I wondered, is this all there is? So in my 30s, I shut it down, had kids, and started a literary agency. After about seven years, I got divorced, left publishing and took a few years to write. In my 40s, I got my Masters degree in Narrative Medicine, which is essentially how we talk about death, dying, end-of-life-care and, in a way, about women at transitional times. My mother, Kathleen Collins, was a writer and a filmmaker, and she died of breast cancer when I was 19. She was one of the first Black women to make a feature film, Losing Ground, about the Black female experience. I brought her work back into the light and posthumously published two books by her. In the midst of this, I accidentally started a community that took over my life. Q: Tell us more about the genesis of The Woolfer.A: Five years ago, I started not sleeping very well and realized it was perimenopause. Suddenly all of these things were happening to me I didn’t expect. No one had ever talked to me about this. I posted a joke about it online, which led to a bunch of my friends saying we needed a space to talk about taboo topics. I created a Facebook group called What Would Virginia Woolf Do, because she killed herself in her 50s—my friends are readers and feminists, and they were saying that if she threw in the towel, maybe we should, too. We were kidding, of course, but it struck a nerve. I thought this thing would be for me and my friends, but we ended up with 32,000 members. Q: What’s The Woolfer all about? What’s your mission?A: The Woolfer gives smart women room to talk about growing older: the indignities, the feelings of irrelevance, sex, divorce, living in the sandwich generation. Ultimately, we’re a club. We do a lot of events, which have moved online now. There was a session on unlearning racism; there’s a daily writers’ room, visual arts workshops, a regular sex conversation, a book club, online cocktail parties.… There’s a lot of discussion around health and sexuality, and always a lot of helpful humor. [perfectpullquote align=”left” bordertop=”false” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]”The idea is that there is no shame. We’re aging. We are still interesting and fabulous. We talk honestly about what we’re losing and gaining”[/perfectpullquote] The idea is that there is no shame. We’re aging; this is who we are and where we are. We are still interesting and fabulous. We talk honestly about what we’re losing and what we’re gaining. It’s like always having a girlfriend in your pocket. It’s a funny coming-together of all my interests. I’ve always been interested in women’s stories and how we deal with loss. And even though it’s hard, I like building things. Q:  What drives you?A: Helping women feel less alone, and to know they’re normal. Secrecy is often really not good for people. I want to help others understand how much strength we can derive from each other. Q: What does a typical day look like?A: I’m on the app or on Facebook monitoring conversations, responding to comments, posting and creating content. I’m working on growing and developing the business, and on events like Woolfer Weekend, which we just had with Macy Gray. I like to paddleboard in the morning or take a long walk with the puppy. After hours, my boyfriend cooks and I’ll do the Peloton or hang out with friends. Q: How do you avoid burnout?A: That’s part of getting older. Now that I’m post-menopausal and the kids are out of the house, I’m privileged and grateful to focus on myself. I notice a big difference now in how I approach the issues. In my 30s and 40s, I felt like I had so much to prove and more worries over what I was doing with my time. Now, I feel much more focused, with less pressure to prove myself. I’ve done a lot, and it’s good. I’m more able to take a step back and reflect. It’s easier to remember that life is always changing. I learn a lot from the women in their 60s and 70s in the community. It makes me mindful of the fact that I continue to evolve. Yes, my body will continue to disintegrate, and I know more people who will die, but there is also greater freedom—you feel better physically and psychologically to be done with a certain part of your life. We take solace from each other. We get permission to relax a little. Q: What challenges have you had to overcome, and how?A: I decided to turn this concept into a business. I had to figure out how to build an app. We took a gamble walking away from Facebook, but I knew I couldn’t spend the rest of my life basically working for Mark Zuckerberg. I just had to accept that this is the way I live and that, at times, it can be uncomfortable, and that’s okay. I needed the balls and the naivety to think that I could do this, and it would be fine. [perfectpullquote align=”right” bordertop=”false” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]”I had to accept that this is the way I live. At times, it can be uncomfortable, and that’s okay”[/perfectpullquote] At first, I resisted because I knew nothing about online, technology or marketing. I don’t like to feel like a dilettante, so I formed a team and found an investor who is a spreadsheet person. I am so not a spreadsheet person, but I’m comfortable asking for help with what I don’t know. I also trust my instincts. Now I am intentionally balancing the way I want to live. I know I don’t have to make this a huge business. If I were younger and hungrier, I’d have made different decisions already. Q: What have you learned along the way about how we can best support one another and ourselves?A: For younger women, you should explore working for yourself. People are learning from Covid that they can, and it’s very satisfying. You should also have your own money. Also: It’s so often not even about you! We spend so much time thinking about what others think about us, and most people don’t care because they’re thinking about themselves. Have integrity and do your best because all you can really control is you. To women my age and older: You have no idea how many chapters you’re going to have! If you don’t make bold decisions to move ahead, you’ll never know what’s on the other side. Change is good. THE WORLD ACCORDING TO NINAGo-to bra and undies: Natori Feathers is a great bra, with a little boost, and my favorite panties are black Hanky Panky Signature Lace Retro V-Kinis.Best way to de-stress: Pull down the shades and go to bed.Career highlight: Making Crain’s “40 Under 40” list at 29.Weakness for: Linen sheets. Convertibles. Arrogant men.Secret talent: I am the best parallel parker the world has ever known.Fear you’re trying to overcome: Dying young.Now watching: Radha Blank’s “The 40-Year-Old Version.”Now reading: What Are You Going Through by Sigrid Nunez.Most useful emoji: The shrug.Mood-boosting song: “Fire” by The Pointer Sisters.In a word: Strong. Source link

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No topic is off limits for Nina Lorez Collins. At 51, the founder of The Woolfer—a digital platform for women over 40—and a mother of four fledgling adults, she is as self-actualized as she is self-deprecating. A big career as a literary agent, then as a writer for Elle and Vogue, led to Nina’s creation of The Woolfer, her highly engaged tribe of sassy, brassy women who congregate on the site or app to serve as each other’s sounding boards, friends and life coaches. Their posts, seminars and meet-ups are lively, candid, awkward and occasionally vulgar—authentic, like she is. What followed was her book, What Would Virginia Woolf Do? And Other Questions I Ask Myself as I Attempt to Age Without Apology, as well as the “Raging Gracefully” podcast. Nina lives in Brooklyn and East Hampton, sometimes with her new boyfriend and all the time with her new poodle, Strudel. She spent a recent afternoon telling Bare Necessities about traversing that long, winding road of life while fearlessly living on-brand. Nina at home, all photographed by Tanya Malott Q: So how did you get here?A: I was born and raised in New York, and I fell into book publishing. First, I was a scout for European publishers, then I started my own company. The idea was to find books to publish in other languages and to option for film. Eventually I wondered, is this all there is? So in my 30s, I shut it down, had kids, and started a literary agency. After about seven years, I got divorced, left publishing and took a few years to write. In my 40s, I got my Masters degree in Narrative Medicine, which is essentially how we talk about death, dying, end-of-life-care and, in a way, about women at transitional times. My mother, Kathleen Collins, was a writer and a filmmaker, and she died of breast cancer when I was 19. She was one of the first Black women to make a feature film, Losing Ground, about the Black female experience. I brought her work back into the light and posthumously published two books by her. In the midst of this, I accidentally started a community that took over my life. Q: Tell us more about the genesis of The Woolfer.A: Five years ago, I started not sleeping very well and realized it was perimenopause. Suddenly all of these things were happening to me I didn’t expect. No one had ever talked to me about this. I posted a joke about it online, which led to a bunch of my friends saying we needed a space to talk about taboo topics. I created a Facebook group called What Would Virginia Woolf Do, because she killed herself in her 50s—my friends are readers and feminists, and they were saying that if she threw in the towel, maybe we should, too. We were kidding, of course, but it struck a nerve. I thought this thing would be for me and my friends, but we ended up with 32,000 members. Q: What’s The Woolfer all about? What’s your mission?A: The Woolfer gives smart women room to talk about growing older: the indignities, the feelings of irrelevance, sex, divorce, living in the sandwich generation. Ultimately, we’re a club. We do a lot of events, which have moved online now. There was a session on unlearning racism; there’s a daily writers’ room, visual arts workshops, a regular sex conversation, a book club, online cocktail parties.… There’s a lot of discussion around health and sexuality, and always a lot of helpful humor. [perfectpullquote align=”left” bordertop=”false” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]”The idea is that there is no shame. We’re aging. We are still interesting and fabulous. We talk honestly about what we’re losing and gaining”[/perfectpullquote] The idea is that there is no shame. We’re aging; this is who we are and where we are. We are still interesting and fabulous. We talk honestly about what we’re losing and what we’re gaining. It’s like always having a girlfriend in your pocket. It’s a funny coming-together of all my interests. I’ve always been interested in women’s stories and how we deal with loss. And even though it’s hard, I like building things. Q:  What drives you?A: Helping women feel less alone, and to know they’re normal. Secrecy is often really not good for people. I want to help others understand how much strength we can derive from each other. Q: What does a typical day look like?A: I’m on the app or on Facebook monitoring conversations, responding to comments, posting and creating content. I’m working on growing and developing the business, and on events like Woolfer Weekend, which we just had with Macy Gray. I like to paddleboard in the morning or take a long walk with the puppy. After hours, my boyfriend cooks and I’ll do the Peloton or hang out with friends. Q: How do you avoid burnout?A: That’s part of getting older. Now that I’m post-menopausal and the kids are out of the house, I’m privileged and grateful to focus on myself. I notice a big difference now in how I approach the issues. In my 30s and 40s, I felt like I had so much to prove and more worries over what I was doing with my time. Now, I feel much more focused, with less pressure to prove myself. I’ve done a lot, and it’s good. I’m more able to take a step back and reflect. It’s easier to remember that life is always changing. I learn a lot from the women in their 60s and 70s in the community. It makes me mindful of the fact that I continue to evolve. Yes, my body will continue to disintegrate, and I know more people who will die, but there is also greater freedom—you feel better physically and psychologically to be done with a certain part of your life. We take solace from each other. We get permission to relax a little. Q: What challenges have you had to overcome, and how?A: I decided to turn this concept into a business. I had to figure out how to build an app. We took a gamble walking away from Facebook, but I knew I couldn’t spend the rest of my life basically working for Mark Zuckerberg. I just had to accept that this is the way I live and that, at times, it can be uncomfortable, and that’s okay. I needed the balls and the naivety to think that I could do this, and it would be fine. [perfectpullquote align=”right” bordertop=”false” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]”I had to accept that this is the way I live. At times, it can be uncomfortable, and that’s okay”[/perfectpullquote] At first, I resisted because I knew nothing about online, technology or marketing. I don’t like to feel like a dilettante, so I formed a team and found an investor who is a spreadsheet person. I am so not a spreadsheet person, but I’m comfortable asking for help with what I don’t know. I also trust my instincts. Now I am intentionally balancing the way I want to live. I know I don’t have to make this a huge business. If I were younger and hungrier, I’d have made different decisions already. Q: What have you learned along the way about how we can best support one another and ourselves?A: For younger women, you should explore working for yourself. People are learning from Covid that they can, and it’s very satisfying. You should also have your own money. Also: It’s so often not even about you! We spend so much time thinking about what others think about us, and most people don’t care because they’re thinking about themselves. Have integrity and do your best because all you can really control is you. To women my age and older: You have no idea how many chapters you’re going to have! If you don’t make bold decisions to move ahead, you’ll never know what’s on the other side. Change is good. THE WORLD ACCORDING TO NINAGo-to bra and undies: Natori Feathers is a great bra, with a little boost, and my favorite panties are black Hanky Panky Signature Lace Retro V-Kinis.Best way to de-stress: Pull down the shades and go to bed.Career highlight: Making Crain’s “40 Under 40” list at 29.Weakness for: Linen sheets. Convertibles. Arrogant men.Secret talent: I am the best parallel parker the world has ever known.Fear you’re trying to overcome: Dying young.Now watching: Radha Blank’s “The 40-Year-Old Version.”Now reading: What Are You Going Through by Sigrid Nunez.Most useful emoji: The shrug.Mood-boosting song: “Fire” by The Pointer Sisters.In a word: Strong. Source link