#[ i tag it with mini study but is it really a mini study? ]

[orchideae]

A few tiny things off top of my head that Yelan's SQ that ended up staring me right in the face, even if they oversold some of them a little bit at times (or done a little oddly)— but it's all about nuance, nuance.:

— Tianshu. She wasn't joking about being interested in the position of the Qixing's Tianshu, Uncle Tian didn't just take her at her word, he actually simply read her well. Regardless of whether she denies it by the end of the SQ, it is a position that someone with a mind like Yelan's is perfect for, and she knows that. The SQ does a decent job of showing that she understands multiple facets of intelligence (planning ahead and oversharing vs. adapting and divulging information only when the situation calls for it), she understands the difference of when people are driven by their emotions or their logic (and how to adapt to both), she knows how to socially play right into people's hands in ways that appeals to them; all in all, she's perfect for a position that revolves around information and people. Perfect. The only problem is that it takes her out of the field, and being in there is exactly what she enjoys the most. Her entire character plays around the defiance of boundaries, so why would she willingly place herself within such constraints? Besides, there is also the question of the Chasm. It is my firm belief that as dangerous as it is, and how monumental of a problem it's posed for Liyue in its history, she will never let that responsibility fall onto anyone else's shoulders. So in essence, to become Tianshu, she would have to restructure the entire position to be able to properly forego the bounds that Liyue Harbor would pose on her and leaving, which just like she is vulnerable to now, puts her at risk of capture or death. That is too high a risk for someone that would fill such a monumental position. So was Uncle Tian wrong for reminding her of the 'joke' that she made? No, for it was never a joke— it is simply not something she wants to turn into a feasible option. In other words, Uncle Tian is also very good at what he does. Good man.

— Identities. Here I go again, but this time to note: I'm not too big on how they depicted this bit in her SQ when we're going about the harbor's wharf. She fumbled a little too much at coming up with identities on the fly (and Paimon/Traveller gave her too much praise), or in better words: she hesitated too much. I understand that this may have been done to give her some flaws (or I'd have to account it to sub-par writing), but making something so baseline of her profession to hold a clear flaw isn't consistent with her character, her achievements nor her reputation. Numerous of Yelan's flaws lie in her personal life, they are pointed out in her character story, but they are minimal in her work. This isn't unrealistic, she's written to be an exceedingly rational and logical individual who thrives in her work, and it doesn't require to hold the same flaws as the other portion of her life to be well-written. Any way, I digress; another reason why I found this element of the SQ to be a bit inaccurate in terms of consistency: Yelan primarily operates within Liyue (Harbor), why would she be so careless with her identities and how she presents herself? Now of course I don't expect Hoyo to change her entire look simply for her SQ, but her first character story does seem to insinuate that she changes up her looks to match her identity— she frequents the same pharmacies without the pharmacists recognizing her. So realistically, I think we can deduce from this that, in all reality, she would have changed up how she appears at least a little: a coat, a hat, a change of hair. Someone she re-visits going 'Have I seen you before?' versus 'Ah, it's been a while since I've seen you!' are two vastly different things. On top of that, madam does not fumble— she actively shows in scenes that she is very patient, and we've seen her smile and take an extra few seconds before she speaks, that's how she handles 'hesitation', rather than being too hasty and speaking much too soon.

[owliellder]

Two's A Crowd

College Bully! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)

Description: College is proving to be a lot harder than you imagined. You cannot fail this math class. So when you've tried everything else, a well-known student is recommended to you by your professor for tutoring lessons, not really leaving you with much of a choice but to work with him.

Warnings: Not proofread, No Use of Y/N, Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Bullying, Yelling, Cursing

Tags: College AU, Bully! Leon, Shy! Reader, both are in their early 20's, Leon is Rude AF in the beginning, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, Fingering, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Tags to be Added

Author's Note: Yay!! New multi-chapter fic in honor of 800 followers!!

I'm a sucker for tropes and mean Leon is one I can't keep out of my head. If you're not good at math then this is the fic for you! (also don't mind me slipping some Sky lore in here...)

Cross-posted onto AO3

Chapter 1

Growing up, college had always been a big dream of yours, leaving you fantasizing day in and out about all the possibilities that would open up, along with actually getting to live through the renowned “college experience”.

In reality, college was a lot harder than you were expecting. Your parents had told you to jump right into it after high school, fearing taking a gap year would ruin your good streak. The stress was starting to get to you and it was only a semester into your freshman year. All the tests, projects, and general studying really wore down on your mental health, not to mention you were failing the one math class you had.

You couldn’t tell your parents, no, they’d probably have a heart attack, especially since that math class was a prerequisite to another class that you needed to take. They were already worried enough that you hadn’t picked a major yet, so who knows how they’d take the news that you were failing right off the bat.

It was hard enough that you were feeling homesick. This was the first time you’d ever been this far away from home, studying at a university when you would’ve been perfectly content going to a community college closer to home. Your roommate was nice, but the two of you weren’t growing any closer than mere acquaintances, so it always felt awkward to just exist in your own dorm room.

Your eating habits worsened with the lack of any real food within five miles of campus. Sure there were a couple fast food chains on the campus itself, but they closed incredibly early. By the time you finished studying, which was around six in the evening, it had already closed. Not to mention that when they were open, the lines were comically long. University food was out of the question after you got violently ill from their “chicken nuggets”, so you were left with the little money your parents provided once a week to order takeout or make quick trips to the store to buy a frozen meal. Only one, since the mini fridge in your dorm was almost always occupied by your roommates stuff.

Everything was so exhausting and you were way out of your comfort zone having to use the community bathrooms for all your hygienic routines. Walking in always made you feel like you were interrupting a meeting in the president’s oval office with how many nasty looks you were given when all you were trying to do was brush your teeth.

The first thing you saw whenever you opened up Canvas was a massive F staring you down from the little box that comprised the majority of your math assignments and tests, making you feel less than worthless. This one semester alone helped you understand why so many people dropped out, this was hard.

By now you’d already gone to your math professor multiple times asking for redos or extra credit work. He was probably sick of seeing you since you showed up after almost every single assignment’s grades were submitted.

“Heeeyyy, Mr. Lebovic..” You said after knocking your knuckle against his open door to grab his attention. “Listen, about that last quiz, I-”

He cut you off with a wave of his hand before gesturing towards one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk. You hurried to sit down, watching nervously as he slowly pulled his eyes off his computer and onto you. “I get it, you don’t need to explain yourself.” His relaxed tone and faint smile was enough to ease your nerves a bit, letting your shoulders slump with a sigh. “You’ve been trying really hard, I can easily recognize that.”

You nodded eagerly, licking your dry lips as you opened your mouth to speak, only to be cut off again. “I’ve been looking into studying options that might help you. Resources are scarce for this material, but I think I finally have a tutor to help you out.” 

A wave of relief washed over you at the mention of tutor. Maybe you wouldn’t have to face the wrath of your parent’s disappointment after all! “Oh.. o-okay…” you stuttered, eyebrows furrowing as you silently beckoned him to continue.

“I teach another math class, it’s higher level, but I have a student in there that’s just taken up tutoring the material you’re learning.” Your professor seemed just as happy as you were about the opportunity. “His name is Leon Kennedy, he’s got one of the study rooms in the library from three to five in the afternoon on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.”

It took you a second to process everything Mr. Lebovic was telling you before you scrambled to pull out a sticky note and a pen to write all the information down on. You heard the older man chuckle softly, looking over at him when he held out a small piece of paper to you. “I wrote it down already for you, don’t worry.” You wished you could’ve thanked him tenfold, but his office hours were closed for the day now, so you said a quick goodbye and hurried back to your dorm, holding onto the piece of paper like a lifeline.

Contrary to what your math professor thinks, you knew the name “Leon Kennedy”. You had a couple friends that you hung out with occasionally out in the grass in front of the science building and they’d brought him up before. The few vague bits of info that you’d heard weren’t flattering, painting this Leon in quite a bad light; the stereotypical jock in a frat flying by on a full-ride scholarship. However, he was your saving grace now and you needed to develop more of an unbiased opinion of him if he was going to help you raise your grade from an F.

“Yeesh, sorry I’m not better at math or I would’ve helped you.” One of your friends, Sky, spoke up as they read the piece of paper your professor gave you yesterday from over your shoulder. “Even if you were better at math, I still wouldn’t trust you.” Ella, your other friend, laughed out.

“Ha ha, yeah, Sky failed math four times. Big whoop.” Sky waved their hands dramatically before walking over to sit down next to Ella in the dead grass. “Seriously though, you’re better off taking a failing grade and dealing with your parents. Kennedy is the devil incarnate.”

“The devil incarnate sounds easier to put up with than my parents, so I’ll take my chances..” You grumbled, taking a seat on a medium-sized rock close to the pair. “Maybe he’s turning a new leaf? Deciding to tutor?” 

Sky crossed her arms and rolled her eyes which made Ella elbow them in the side before giving you a sympathetic smile. “Maybe so, but please just be careful. I don’t want you having to put up with some jackass that has an ego bigger than Texas.” 

You nodded with a slight frown, moving your foot side to side lazily to push the grass blades around. You didn’t even think to consider the repercussions of studying with some random junior. “I’m sure it’ll be alright. Besides, just tell Sky and I if he’s giving you any trouble. I know damn well no man likes to put up with two women yelling in his face.” Sky nodded and pointed to Ella for added dramatics. “Yeah, and I bite. My top six teeth are porcelain so that shit hurts. Trust me.”

Your friends never failed to make you laugh, a slight resolve in a pool full of worries, you suppose. “Don’t worry, you guys’ll be the first to know if Leon is mean.”

“Good. Now, when’re you gonna go see the guy?” Sky rested their arms on their knees before looking up at you. “Uh.. in a couple hours I guess. I already made the appointment.” Your response seemed to surprise both of your friends, giving them a confused look in response to their shocked ones. “Is that.. Is that not a good time?”

“No no, just.. I thought you would’ve maybe taken a little longer to go and see him.” Ella shrugged, reaching a hand up to scratch behind their neck. “Proud of you, taking the initiative like that.” She then looked at her phone before pulling herself off the ground with a small groan. “I got class in a couple minutes. Good luck with the frat boy.” 

She patted your shoulder as she walked off towards the larger building on campus, leaving you and Sky alone for the rest of the time. Part of you wished both of your friends could walk you to the library when the time came, but having Sky was enough. “So.. Leon’s bad bad?” You needed a bit more clarification on the guy you were going to spend one-on-one time with, something to calm you down after running through countless scenarios in your head.

“He’s not all bad, 'least I don't think. I’ve exchanged a few ‘hello’s’ and ‘excuse me’s’ with him here and there since we apparently frequent the same building.” Sky scooted over to the rock you were sitting on, placing the back of their head on your legs. A couple brown leaves blew over from a nearby tree which they grabbed and crunched with their hand. “I haven’t personally experienced any bad happenings around him, but he is part of a pretty notoriously rowdy frat, so you have to promise me that you’ll only study with him on campus and never go to that frat house or any frat house in general, alright?”

Sky pointed up at you, poking the underside of your chin which made you laugh again and swat their hand away. “As much as I rave about wanting to have the stereotypical college experience, going to a frat house was never part of my daydreaming.”

“Good. Keep it that way.” They switched their fingers to give you a quick thumbs up before letting their arm flop down into their lap, eyes closing with a sigh. “Anyways, besides all that, wanna go get some food? I don’t have another class today and you’ve got about an hour and a half to spare, so actually you have no choice. Get up.”

You stood up with a shake of your head once Sky pushed off of your legs who stood up as well with a small stretch. “Don’t burn me at the stake, but I kinda want grocery store sushi. I’m feeling lucky.”

“Please don’t.” You sighed, pocketing the piece of paper before beginning to follow behind Sky as they started to walk across the grass. 

After the two of you shared a sandwich from some random shop not too far off campus, Sky walked with you up to the library, stopping just before the front desk. They agreed to not wander in with you under the condition that you’ll go to their dorm straight after to discuss details.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. Most of what you heard about this guy meant he was bad news, though you really didn’t have much of a choice when it came to seeing him. Like your math professor said, there weren’t a lot of options when it came to studying the material you were learning. Sure you had the internet and other students in the class, but you preferred the idea of a tutor since you’d already exhausted yourself trying to follow along with various youtube videos. You needed the in-person teaching, it just stuck better in your head that way.

Slowly starting to walk, you made your way over to the study rooms lining the back of the library. The rooms seemed pretty private with the only window being on the door, which had glass nearly top to bottom. Thankfully the rooms were numbered and Leon had texted you which room to go to when you made the appointment with him, you had no idea what he looked like and you didn’t want to look like a creep eyeballing people through the door until you hopefully found the right person.

Standing off to the side, you could see the number you were looking for sitting above the door, taking a brief moment to collect yourself and hype yourself up to talk to someone who didn’t have the greatest reputation. Set aside everything you’ve heard and just hope for the best..

You took in a deep breath as you strode over to the door, glancing inside through the window before knocking to let him know you were there. The table was angled off more to the left so you didn’t immediately see him until he leaned over the table to see who had knocked. Confidence left you as soon as you made eye contact with Leon due to the groan you could hear through the door. It took you a couple seconds, but you eventually managed to get your body to work with you, hand turning the handle to let yourself in.

“-the last thing I need..” You caught the end of his little rant to himself as you opened the door. The saying “fake it ‘till you make it” is harder than it sounds since your entire body decided to betray you, deciding that shrinking in was the best move. Quietly, you shuffled over to sit across from him at the table, placing your backpack in your lap in some weird way to provide comfort in this situation.

“You weren’t supposed to show up.” Leon grumbled, sitting far back in the tilted chair as his feet lifted the front end of the chair slightly. His arms were crossed and he was giving you probably the nastiest look you’ve ever seen, next to your parents, of course. All you did was sit there giving him a blank stare. It was obvious what he’d said, yet the sheer forwardness of that snide comment had you more than confused. “What?-”

“You weren’t supposed to show up.” Apparently he felt the need to repeat himself with some added bite, barely letting you get a word in. “No one ever shows up to these shitty tutor- whatever the fucks.”

Wow. Okay. “Uh..” You didn’t even know what to say to that. It completely caught you off guard. You’d run through countless ways this interaction would go in your head, but this wasn’t one of those ways. The two of you sat in a very tense silence with Leon just glaring at you from across the table, continuing to rock back and forth in the chair.

Without uncrossing his arms, Leon lifted a hand and waved it around slightly while shaking his head. “Are you actually still gonna sit here orrr…?” The sound of his voice finally snapped you out of shock, causing you to shoot your gaze down to your backpack, fumbling with its partially broken zipper. “I-.. Mr. Lebovic recommended you..?”

You pulled out a few of your failed assignments from your bag before setting them down on the table with shaky hands, keeping your eyes glued to the papers to avoid that burning stare the man in front of you has. “I need-.. I need help..?”

“Do you?” Leon let the chair fall forward, his sarcastic tone starting to make your whole body tremble. “You don’t sound like you do.” He snatched one of your assignments from the table and held it up, pursing his lips as he studied the various red marks made on it closely. You chose to not respond to that, letting your hands rest on top of your backpack so you had something to squeeze.

He turned the page around, the sound of the paper wobbling the only thing you could hear right after the sound of the central heat blowing through the vent in the room. Suddenly, Leon started chuckling to himself, shaking his head incredulously as he flipped the paper back and forth a couple times before letting it fall back to the table. “This is terrible!” His laugh grew louder as he tilted his body to the side to pull out his phone, taking a picture of the assignments you’d put on the table. 

How on earth were you supposed to react to that other than just sitting quietly? He was actually making fun of you right to your face. Hell, he might as well point and laugh if he’s going to be this brasen. 

The most you could muster up was a quiet yet high-pitched “... huh?” in response to him. This whole ordeal was spiraling a little too fast for you to keep up with. You were expecting to put up with some grown man with a bratty attitude or even just a very uninterested, not all there jock with how Leon’s been described to you, not blatant bullying.

“Huh?” He mocked, taking one last look at his phone while loudly sucking on his teeth before pocketing it again. “Anyways, this is actually sad. How are you managing to fuck simple math up like this?” He roughly grabbed all the papers on the table and stacked them before partially tossing them back at you, some slipping onto the floor. “You’re too far gone, even I can’t fix that.”

You let out a gasp when the papers were tossed at your face, scrambling to catch some of them. Pushing the chair back, you leaned over to grab the few that fell on the floor, desperately holding back tears. “Please, you don’t understand.” You pleaded, voice cracking as you tried your best not to start crying in front of him. “I-I need to pass this class. I’m passing everything else, I just can’t keep up with this one!” You were speed-talking to try and argue your case, sitting back up with the small pile of papers that you struggled to stack properly.

Leon started rocking back in his chair again, arms back across his chest as he watched you with squinted eyes. The corners of his lips soon turned up into a smirk, taking in your sorry state before rolling his eyes with a dramatic groan. “Alright, alright, stop whining, jesus..” He cleared his throat, letting his head fall over the back of the chair. “I’ll help you only because I feel bad for you.” It’s not like he was going to admit that he was being forced to be a tutor, no one needs leverage over him like that

You couldn’t help but give a small smile despite his implication. It was a start. “And I’m not gonna do it today, either.” Well, the sooner the better, but still, it’s a start.

He then stood up from the chair, fixing his jacket with a sigh. “If you show up even a minute late on Friday, I’m not helping” and before you even had a chance to reply, he walked out of the room, the door shutting with a slam which made you flinch. Luckily, you were a very punctual person when it came to this kind of stuff. This was important, so if you had to show up early, so be it. You hurriedly shoved your assignments back into your backpack, not even fully zipping it up before rushing out of the study room, back through the library, and to the dorms.

“He said that?!” Sky yelled, quickly wiping their hand over their mouth to quiet themself once you shushed them. “I don’t really feel comfortable with you going to another ‘study session’ with that guy if he’s just gonna bully you.”

“I wouldn’t call it bullying-”

“He was bullying you.”

“OKAY! So what if he was?!” You fell back onto Sky’s bed with a sigh, arms splayed out with your legs dangling off the side. “I can handle it. As long as I get my grade up, who cares?”

Sky sat down next to you on their bed, giving you a sad look as you sat yourself up with your elbows. “I care. So does Ella. You shouldn’t put up with that just for a grade. I’m sure if you explain to your professor and-”

“And what? Tell him that I’m a grown woman getting bullied over something I should know by now?” You sat yourself up fully now, leaning forward to place your elbows on your thighs as your head rested in your hands. “It’s only until finals are over and we’re already halfway through October. Maybe I won’t even need that much time, maybe I’m just missing one simple… math move and it’ll get the gears in my brain moving again.”

You tilted your head to the side to look at Sky, head now resting only in your right hand as you took in their annoyed look. “Trust me. I can handle this.”

“If you say so.” They ran their fingers through her hair before looking away from you, directing their attention forward to stare off at nothing. “Just remember that I bite and I’m not afraid to use my fake chompers on that no good-”

“I don’t wanna think about escalations right now, but thank you.” You chuckled, playfully nudging Sky with your free hand before moving it back to hold your head up with the other. Though you were trying to convince Sky on this, you were mostly just trying to convince yourself that you could handle this. Handle Leon and his.. alluring charm..

Only until finals, maybe even sooner.

[ne-nene-ne]

♡ How to gain the dragon's affection ♡

-> things you can do to make this handsome fae weak in the knees

malleus x reader (fluff!)

Wear or carry the things he's gifted you!

Whether it's a necklace, bracelet, or even a mini gargoyle statue, have it on you! Malleus will beam with pride when he sees it on your person. I feel like he's a bit of a possessive person, so he'd love seeing you dressed in the things that he, himself has chosen and gifted you.

Indulge him in his passion for exploring ruins and his love for gargoyles!

If you show even the tiniest bit of interest in gargoyles or ruin exploring, you will see Malleus' eyes light up immediately and he will begin talking about it for hours. Please allow him to do so. Not many share his passion or are interested in these types of things (if at all), please listen to him ramble on. Heck, join the Gargoyle Studies Club! Give this dude some company because he's pretty much the only member there. 😭 And look, he's aware that not everyone is interested in the same things he is, but if you at least put in the effort to listen and try to understand, he'd be a happy fae

Include him in your activities!

We already know how much of a complex he has towards being invited/uninvited, so if you constantly make it a point to include him in whatever you're doing, he will feel loved. I don't think he'd be picky about what kind of activity you'd be doing. He'd be open-minded to whatever it is. In fact, he'd try to find possible ways to make it easier on you if it's a difficult task. If it's an artsy/creative activity, like painting, there's a chance he'll either be pretty good at it at first try, or he'll end up making a bit of a mess. I also don't think he'd mind much of this either, even if he did end up looking silly. He would laugh it off heartily and probably be like, "How interesting...!" He's curious about your ways and is very much willing to learn. His adoration for you will just increase if you try to teach him

Help him raise his tamagotchi!

He absolutely loves his Roaring Drago and so if you offer to help him "raise" it or offer to watch over it whenever he's busy, he'll fall more in love with you. Not only will he feel closer to you as you both nurture the little creature, he might even begin to see a future with you and your own little ones (if you ever had that in mind) and oh, how he knows how much he'd love that life dearly if it was spent with you.

Share that full-sized cake with him!

This one is oddly specific but as seen in his profile, Malleus dislikes full-sized cakes because he tried eating one entirely by himself 😅 (ofc he wouldn't feel great afterwards). You might be met with a resistant attitude or sour face from him (out of instinct) when you bring out that whole cake, but show him that it isn't as bad as he thinks when he shares it with someone. Maybe he'll like it! And if he doesn't, well then you guys can smear the leftovers on each other's faces and have a bit of fun!

This poor boy has just been left out on a lot. Make him feel welcomed, wanted, and loved and he will adore you forever 🥺❤️

a/n: not really proofread tbh but it was a fun one! I might just turn this into a series and do the same for other twst charas. I'm thinking of Azul or Leona next, hmm

And OKAY so I originally posted this on @lyneira (my brand new writing blog) but my posts on there aren't showing up in the tags yet so I guess I'll still be posting some of my writing here until tumblr allows them to be seen 😭 somebody pls interact with my new blog so that tumblr doesn't think I'm a bot 😔

[water-to-drink]

Drinking Water

(Pairing): Neuvilette x gn!reader

(Synopsis): You can’t taste the difference between water from different sources much to Neuvilette’s irritation

(Tags/Warnings): reader messes with Neuvi (if I missed something lmk)

(Word Count): 400

(A/n): Based off of a conversation I had with my mom and the irony isn’t lost on me, a blog called “water to drink” making a mini fic about drinking water

Art by: Sophie Sachs

“It just taste the same, Neuvi.” You said as you put the glass down on the table next to the other glass cups filled with water

“Perhaps you’re not focusing on the taste.” Neuvilette argued

“You said that when I tried the 4th sample.”

“I’m trying to understand, how you don’t notice at least the at least a slight difference between them.”

“I don’t know, it’s just water.” You said as you looked at the man making you do this

The two of you have been doing this for a couple of hours, the sun has already begun to set and you two are still at this. This situation had been spurred on when Neuvilette caught you about to drink water from the tap. He immediately became a lecture on how tap water has many additives that effect the taste and quality of the water, which you told the Chief Justice you really don’t care as long as it doesn’t taste weird or look heavily contaminated

Apparently this response didn’t pleased him, so he went and got all of the samples of water he had in wherever the world he keeps them and made you sit down and drink them. Water from Mondstadt’s Cider Lake, Liyue’s Qingxu Pool, and a bunch of other places you can’t be bothered to remember the name

You can taste the slight difference, but you decided to mess with him for a bit. Saying that all of the samples taste the same to see the usually composed man slowly become frustrated with you not noticing any differences. It’s just water

You reach over and grab the cup filled with tap water, you can tell it apart from the others because it’s the only one that isn’t in one of the fancy glass cups that Neuvilette always insists on drinking from whenever he drinks his precious water. You watched as the man in front of you grimaced as you drank the “unclean water”, a devious plan hatched in your head on what to do next

“Actually my tap water tastes better than that water.”

“I… I…” The muttered before standing up from his chair. “I need a moment.” Neuvilette walks into his study and closes the door behind him. After a few minutes rain starts coming down hard

You get up from your seat and make your way to his study to apologize

[bamdelune]

utterly, unbelieveably in love pt. 1 ░ scara x reader modern!au ★ mini series

summary ➜ he has six months to win you over. the famed scaramouche of tevyat unviersity wants the honor of owning a place in your heart. you want to see how far his feelings hold true.

genres/tags ➜ fluff, scara is genuinely head over heels for you, fem!reader, scara is your brother's best friend, courting, new writing style.

Your brother bringing home friends from university wasn't a surprising occurence. He'd do it all the time. The only thing surprising was how a real human being could bear to even form a friendship to someone akin to a persistent little fly that buzzes in the shell of your ear.

This time, the person who welcomed himself through the entrance of your home was none other than the flamboyant Scaramouche. Academic by nature, with ladies and gentlemen swooning over him at every stride of his feet. Sure, a little too confident over the scale but still charming nonetheless. Your brother was on the popular side of the school tier, perhaps it was a matchmade in heaven.

"I'm home." He would say, after the lock clicks free. You were hunched over a laptop on the couch, with a screen that displayed two tabs as you accomplished your essay due in about... seven hours? A hum of acknowledgement slips past your lips, eyes still trained on the bright screen in front of you, too busy to even notice the fact that he brought a new friend today but it was a sight of familiar indigo streaks of hair.

For the next few times, Scaramouche would become a frequent visitor at your apartment and you had grown accustomed to the routine. You would be studying by the time the both of them get to the apartment, you'd acknowledge them, and Scaramouche would leave an hour and thirty minutes later. But today was a different case.

Your brother, being the trustful guy that he is, apparently gave Scara his key to the apartment telling him to go ahead and use it as he did some short errands.

Now here you were sitting in silence with the ever-charming boy from uni, with his eyes shooting glances he thought was subtle enough for you not to notice.

"You've been staring." You begin, your focus shifting from your laptop to his direction, although not directly into his eyes.

He hums, "I'd say the same about you."

Well, shit. Cover blown, does a life in the countryside tickle your fancy in any way?

Heat brushes your features but you are quick to school them.

"I'm curious as to how my brother thought this whole thing through."

Scara tilts his head, eyebrows furrowing in question. "Thought what through?"

"You. Giving you the actual key to our apartment. He's never done that so there's something different about you." Your eyes squint at him suspiciously, hands reaching for the top of your laptop and it shuts it closed. "Why are you here?"

"You're pretty cocky if you think I'm here for you." Scara blurts out in response. You raise an eyebrow at him.

"I never said that though?"

His face flushes a shade of pink and he takes a big interest in the crown moldings of your ceiling.

"You're weird." You mutter.

"Right back at you."

You scoff at his reply, albeit a small tug on your lips curls them upward. Just then the knob of the front door turns clockwise. You send Scara a 'you didn't lock the door?' type of look and he merely shrugs as your brother comes inside.

"I'm home— oh, you really did use the key." Your brother says, settling his belongings down on the marble counter. You swear you caught a small smirk playing on his lips but he was far too quick at concealing it.

From now onwards, Scaramouche would become a reoccuring character in your life. How long will it take for you to fall into the wraps of his charms?

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Hello :3 how are you doing? Hope your okay, Im your new follower and I really love Your writing sooooo I have an idea for a request

What about mk1 men (liu kang, kung lao, Raiden, Kuai liang, Bi-Han,Tomas, johnny cage, kenshi, gares, Syzoth, shang tsung and rain) with fem S/O have a pet bird? A Sun conure and budgie parrots? (I have two sun conure and budgie about ten and they are very cute) and she treats them like her babies, just how I do like overprotective mother, what would be their reaction? Do they gonna love them the parrots?.

Please I love your writing please 🥺🥺🥺

I'm on it!

Mk Men x Pet-owning!Reader

A/n: Omg, this concept is so cute, I love it! Sorry for the wait, this took a lot longer than expected, hope you enjoy💗 Tags: Request, MK1, MK AU, Fluff, The birds! C/w: None

Liu Kang

The man is both confused and lightly amused by this. Before you introduced your pets to him, you often would talk about them so passionately that he assumed they were your child. So imagine his bewilderment when he finally meets them and they're a bird. He finds your connection to the bird strange at first. But as he gets to know the birds, he becomes overly fond of them.

He thinks it is adorable how protective you are of this creature. he finds your dynamic with the bird, in general, very cute. It makes him love you even more with how tender you are with them.

He begins to love your pet so much that he begins to think of them as his own children. When you'd get to the point in the relationship that you trusted him enough, he would start taking care of the birds when you were away. Even when you weren't away he'd sometimes ask to take the bird with him to take care of. He happily parades them all around the Wu Shi Academy and introduces them to the monks.

Your shared love for the bird also brings you closer together as a couple. Whenever you two talk about it's like you are two gloating parents talking about their child. In a way, you two are truly a family, a strange family, but a family nonetheless.

Kung Lao

Okay, he can't lie: he's weirded out by this a little. It's one thing to like your pets, but it's a whole other level to like...love your pets. Also, why do you need so many? That's how he thinks at first.

At first, he doesn't see what you see, he just sees a colourful bird. He often times ignored it whenever he came over, and quickly changed the subject whenever you started to talk about it, etc.

But as he gets closer to you, he also gets closer to your pet as well. He becomes strangely fond of them. He especially starts to love them when you mention how much they like him. Now he really likes these guys. Anyone with that level of good taste has his love. Afterwards, Kung Lao and the birds are basically besties. They're basically inseparable from then on. They are always on him whenever you let them out of the cage, crawling and pecking at his head, screaming into his ear, he likes to take them almost everywhere to show off, and he brags about you and your pet often. He especially likes to show off the Sun conure.

Kung Lao, you, and the bird seem to have formed some kind of close bond. He loves you, you love him, your pet loves you both, and he loves himself. It's a win-win situation for everyone.

Raiden

Raiden was a farmer for most of his life. Because of that loves plants, he loves working in the sun, and he loves animals. So it is no surprise that he loves your bird. He loves their colours, the way they act, and just everything about them.

He sometimes uses his electricity to put on a mini-light show to entertain them. He loves the way they react to the use of his powers. Another thing he loves is how protective and nurturing you get whenever something involves your pet. He can't help but fall in love with you all over again, especially when you threaten to hurt someone for them.

He somehow knows everything about your pet, no doubt thanks to the years of farming as well as from studying at the Wu Shi. He likes to spout random facts of knowledge about them whenever he gets the chance, no matter how awkward the situation might be.

He and the birds are extremely close, it's almost like he can speak its language. You often see them together and seemingly having the most profound conversations. He also likes to get their help whenever he wants to make some form of romantic gesture towards you. Like training it to give you love notes, send you roses, etc. He even begins to teach Morse code to them...somehow.

Kuai Liang

He has never really been an animal person. But he has such a soft and caring nature that he automatically loves them. He somehow understands your close bond with the birds and appreciates your devotion to them.

Being a Warrior and protector of Earthrealm all his life sort of hardened him in certain ways. Thus, he always has to be on edge and willing to spring to violence in an instant. That is part of the reason why he loves the bird so much. With the bird, he has the opportunity to be gentle, and vulnerable even.

He's happy he's met you, and this bird. He loves spending time with the both of you. Whenever he visits he doesn't hesitate to show the bird with gifts. He even does research about the bird just so he can understand it better. His life is so violent, he loves just having moments to step away from it all and have this small and simple life with both of you.

Whenever he sees how gentle and loving you are with these birds, it somehow makes him think about how you would be with a child. He wants to start a family with you someday, but for now, he's content with both of you calling these bird your children.

Bi-Han

He finds your affection for the bird... embarrassing to say the least. "Why care for such small and insignificant beings? You do realize that they'll die eventually, right? Why would you bother to take care of those thongs? What's the point?''As you can guess, he doesn't understand.

He views your love for the birds as "weak" and "pathetic". He doesn't bother to hide his disapproval either, he sometimes backs snide comments about your relationship with the bird.

Bi-Han was raised to be a hardened warrior and leader seasoned to the harsh climate around him, he was never taught gentleness and kindness and he never bothered to try like

Kuai or Tomas. To him, these types of feelings are basically proclaiming to the world that you are weak.

Deep down, he's jealous of your love for them. You don't seem to care how weak this makes you look, you aren't ashamed to love this bird and show it off to the whole world. He admires that, but he'll never let you know.

He isn't so harsh to your pet though, he has tender moments with it. But he doesn't want others to see it, not even you. He does small things for them like giving them small bits of fruit to snack on, he softly holds them in his rough hands, and many other things. He...loves you and the birds, he's especially fond of the two Budgie Parrots, they remind him of his broothers. But he just isn't ready to express it like you.

Tomas

The moment Tomas lays his eyes on your "babies" he is instantly in love. He is obsessed with you and them. He tries to visit as much as possible even if it is just a few hours or seconds. He likes to hold them in his hands, he finds them so cute that sometimes he almost cries with just how adorable he finds them.

He loves the way you get so defensive when it comes to the bird, it reminds Tomas of his mother and the way she'd used to be so protective of him and his sister. It all is such an emotional thing for him, he instantly has a connection with the bird and even considers it a child of his own. For some reason, they remind him of Kuai and Bi-Han for some reason (Maybe because of the color schemes), he feels a strangely close connection to them either way.

The soldiers at the Lin Kuei can't seem to go a day without hearing him gush about you two. He can't help it, he basically views you as his family and he will happily show you off to whoever has an ear.

Besides Kuai, you two are all he has, so he is sure to cherish every moment he gets. He'll even start to suggest that you should get another bird, maybe even more than just one. Why just have one or three? Heck, why don't you have an entire miny bird clan?

Johnny Cage

Okay cool, that's Johnny's first and honest reaction to your close relationships with your pets. Normally he's much more of a dog person, even then, he refuses to let pets into his house out of fear that they'll mess something up.

As you can guess, Johnny has never really been an animal person, he has always preferred the glitz and glamour of the silver screen. The most he has ever been involved with animals were acting roles, he was never really crazy about the concept of pets and doesn't often. But he is always willing to add exceptions to that rule for his s/o, for you this is no different.

He thinks it's adorable all the ways you interact with him, it surprises how close you two are. Once, he slipped up with them and you literally threatened to break his nose if he did it again...he couldn't deny it, he found that kind of hot.

He likes to watch all of his old movies with them. Often interrupts to give a random bts story he remembers when he filmed it. He strangely appreciates how much they listen.

Afterwards, they become unimaginably close, and Johnny begins to spoil the rotten. He buys them limited edition, state-of-the-art stuff for them to enjoy. Only the best for them. You even notice that in his next movie, he has a character that has a bunch of pet birds.

Kenshi

Though he seems like a rough man, he can be quite the big softie. Your bird is adorable, or he thinks he's adorable at least. The man is blind after all so he doesn't have much to go off of about your bird. But he can hear though, and he loves to listen to your birds as they sing and such.

He likes to feel them in his hands, though he can't see them, he can tell just how precious they are. He likes to pet them and feel their feather and their heads. He enjoys the feeling of them eating birdseed and fruit out of his hand. It's all strangely calming for him.

He wishes he could see them. He can see them a little with Sento, but he is certain that isn't enough to do them justice. How he wishes he could see at them, see you.

He likes it when you tell him about them, stories about them, what they're doing right now, your plans with them. It all means so much to him that you share these things with him no matter how small and unimportant you personally think they. Sometimes, you are the ones who keep him sane.

Geras

He is an eternal being, existing for aeons and whatever comes after. So it would only make sense that he would view you and your bird as insignificant, right? No, though he'll no doubt outlive the both of you, he is infatuated with you and your birds. He doesn't seem to notice or care that your existence is just a spec in the timeline compared to his.

He finds you, the birds, and your connection to them beautiful. You and they fascinate him. He has never seen such an adorable thing throughout the timeline he has lived through. He is quite obsessed with the two of you, though he is so stiff and awkward when it comes to displaying his emotions to properly show it.

Whenever he isn't looking over the hourglass, he makes time to visit the two of you as much as possible. He often accidentally scares the both of you when he teleports right behind you. He also leaves sand behind, so that's fun.

He likes to watch you and your birds play, he likes to listen to them chirp, and he also is enthralled with how they look as well. You often find him staring at them with intrigue. He will always refuse to hold them, out of fear of hurting them. He sees you all as fragile, so fragile that he needs to hold back every time out of fear of hurting, maybe even killing you by accident.

Syzoth

Earthrealm is a very strange place compared to Syzoth's home. For one, pets. There aren't a lot of animals in Zeteran Provinces, and they're all likely to violently murder you if you get even a bit close. They all also believed that animals belong to nature, thus they all should be free.

So imagine his surprise and confusion when he gets you a Sun Conure and Pudgie Parrots as pets. Most of Earthrealm's inhabitants have pets also.

He is perplexed by all of this, the way you just keep them in the house, how they let you feed them, how you consider them your "babies". What shocked him the most is that you keep them in some kind of a cage, he finds that quite disturbing.

Still, he has to admit your love for them is quite adorable, weird, but adorable. Syzoth finds the way you are so nurturing to them quite alluring and beautiful on your part, even though he doesn't understand why you'd do it in the first place.

Shang Tsung

He at first thinks of this as a very amusing thing. The way you faun over them as if they were your children entertains him. He can understand the feeling, he has had many pets that he has adored. Well, they were horrid abominations he made in his lab...but close enough, right?

He finds them cute, so cute in fact that he insists that you let him experiment on them to "perfect them". He has a twisted mind and he wishes to do sick things with them if you let him and he is very confused about why you won't let him.

He'll totally respect your wishes and won't conduct experiments with their DNA, right?

...right?

Before you know it, your house is overrun with clones and hybrid versions of your birds. They vary from perfect clones to twisted reflections mixed with another species, an "improved version of them" in his words. He loves them all just as much as you love the originals, he gets upset whenever you tell him anything negative about his creations. You often find yourself arguing with him because of this, "These are my babies, Y/n, they matter to me just as much as yours do to you."

Rain

As a high mage, Rain has seen many things throughout his life. But he has never come across someone like you. The way you care for your birds and share every important moment, how they seem to be your closest friends, it's all so strange to him.

He likes to watch you, study you, everything you do with them, he watches and he takes notes. Don't get him wrong, he considers you more than a test experiment, it's just that him coming across someone like you is so rare, that he has to write this down.

The Animals of Earthrealm are a very foreign thing to him, so he is drawn to these birds. He doesn't know much about them or what exactly they are, but he conducts a lot of research to understand them. Once he does, he tries to get close to them and form a relationship just like you do.

This relationship consist of Rain, petting them, using his powers to bathe them and do tricks for them, he loves watching them react to his powers, he also does a lot of trauma dumping onto them He appreceiates the way they just listen and stare at him.

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Slip of the Tongue

A mini series I 18+ I Enemies to lovers

Chapter three

Chapter Summary: Things turn sour in the days after you scramble out of Eddie's trailer, leading to an interesting confrontation at your old alma mater.

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It’s been a week since that day in Eddie’s bedroom.

During that time, you hit the books, powered through your shifts, made it to every lecture and finished your midterms, now holding the fruit of your labor in your hands.

You managed to score in the 90’s again, relief filtering into your lungs with deep, calming breaths because it accounted for 25% of your final grade. With your academic progress still intact, you slipped the glowing results sheet into your bag, allowing yourself to think of your neighbor again.

And as weird as it is to say, you do feel strangely grateful for his contribution.

You’d awoken the day after bolting out of Eddie’s place with your head already crowded with thoughts of him but admittedly, having slept better than you had in a long time. He’d talked a big game and he delivered – the encounter having unwound you enough to get back to work with renewed focus.

So yes, you were grateful but also, you were furious.

Seven whole days had passed by and you hadn’t seen Eddie once.

You tried not to read into the fact that for that entire week, you didn’t hear him play his guitar once. Tried not to let your chest cave in when you didn’t catch him outside working on that tetanus trap on wheels he called a van when you took off for work. Tried not to grit your teeth when you didn’t run into him even when you returned home. Every trace of him gone.

It wasn’t that you wanted to see him exactly, but you couldn’t ignore how his absence made you feel – like a mistake he was trying to run away from.

On day four, the day after your exams, you’d even gone so far as to try wheedling some answers out of Wayne when you passed by the older man on your way to work, attempting to be as inconspicuous about it as possible.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to share a few polite words with Wayne whenever you ran into him but it was out of the ordinary for you to bring up his nephew in any other context that didn’t have to do with a noise complaint.

Segueing into it as gracefully as you could manage, you tried to make it sound as offhand as possible, like a casual observation rather than the heavily rehearsed thing that had consumed your mind all day.

“It’s been pretty quiet in the park lately. He sick or something?”, you asked him while toing at some nearby gravel like your own interest in the question was waning.

You refused to say Eddie’s name, afraid that just by mentioning it, it might put a crack in the eggshell thin mask that holds your hurricane of emotions at bay.

As you had expected, Wayne regards you with some surprise – catching his nearly imperceptible squint, his craggy brow crinkling too. It was both unavoidable and understandable. You would have reacted the same way if you were him.

The weight of his second long silence borders on excruciation, something almost surgical about the way he assesses you. Dissecting you is what it really felt like but thankfully, he shows you mercy.

“Says he’s got things to do at school – doubt there’s any studying involved though”, he lets out a huff, a dry, almost laugh that conveyed his long suffering history with his nephew’s unbeaten record for flunking.

Eddie willingly spending more time at school? The same boy who once climbed down out of a second story window, slipped and hauled ass on a sprained ankle just to get out of taking a math test?

So he was avoiding you.

Despite the bitter taste clawing at the back of your throat, you mustered up a laugh of your own and hoped it was convincing enough, waving goodbye to Wayne as you parted ways.

For those seven days you blocked out the thought of Eddie as best you could but now that your exams were no longer a concern, you were finally free to confront the spineless louse.

If he thought he was going to be safe holed up at your old alma mater he was dead fucking wrong.

Treading fire onto campus, you marched through waves of highschoolers, making a steady beeline for the drama room, remembering that was where he held those weird meetings with his weirdo friends in their weird matching t-shirts.

The teenagers hastily parted off to the side in an effort to get out of your way, some of the seniors who recognized you beginning to whisper, speculating as to what brought you back and looking so incensed.

Stomping up to the room, you let loose all that had been simmering inside you – all that frustration from being evaded and those acrid feelings that felt too close to rejection, parting the doors open forcefully with both hands. It makes for your desired entrance when they swing back and bang closed behind you like a thunderclap, startling the boy who’d been busy scribbling in his notebook getting ready for his next campaign.

His pen clattered to the floor from where it flew out his hand and bounced off a nearby theater prop. You can’t be sure given how abrupt it was but you think he might have yelped too, a high pitched eep like some sort of puppy who had its tail stepped on by mistake.

Sitting askew on his carved wooden throne, Eddie’s cast in warm hues of orange and yellow underneath stage lights and candlelight but nothing shines brighter than the sheer surprise overwhelming his face. It pleases you more to recognize the unmistakable tinge of fear he’s incapable of hiding behind his wide eyes when they land on you.

Good. He should be scared, your mood far from friendly as you turn to lock the door behind you and retrieve the key, clutching it tight in your palm.

Was this overkill? locking him inside with you? You didn’t think so. Not after he’d weaseled his way out of talking to you for an entire week. You weren’t about to leave room for him to plan an escape route too.

You stepped closer to where he cowered at the D&D table, your lips pulled into an imitation smile, curved up exactly like one but so clearly absent of any sweetness or warmth, only radiating danger.

To Eddie, your menacing saunter resembled a cobra leisurely winding its way up to cornered prey, jaw seconds away from unhinging to swallow him whole.

He flinches when you slap down your results sheet on the table, now crumpled from how you had it clenched in your fist on your way over here. Better the paper than his neck you supposed although truthfully, you were still on the fence about that.

“Uh, what’s this?”, he finally dares to speak, a nervous croak of a sound that scratched its way out of his throat, cautiously leaning closer to examine the paper. The spiteful devil perched on your left shoulder chittered and sneered, whispering all sorts of encouragement to make you reply with spite, to make some underhanded remark about how you’re not surprised he couldn’t recognize anything that didn’t have a row of F’s stamped all over it given it’s his second time repeating senior year.

But the lenient angel on your right shoulder leaned in and spoke reason into your other ear, dulcet but insistent reminders that you only came here to inquire, not injure.

The devil withers away with a snarl when you clench your jaw, holding your tongue at bay, unable to spit that kind of venom at Eddie.

Before now, your main gripe with him was his disruptive influence, the way he wedged himself into your life like a splinter caught underneath your fingernail with his head rattling music and blood boiling snark. Grinning like his biggest pleasure in life was annoying you enough to darken his bedroom window day after day with a face full of fury and a mouthful of fuck you’s. He was too carefree for your liking as well, able to shrug off his plummeting grades when a minor slip of yours would have you digging out your emergency pack of cigarettes to chain smoke the stress away in secret. But taking shots at his intellect like all the other assholes you went to school with felt too…slimy.

The same assholes who had looked down on you and your trailer park background. The same assholes who rolled their eyes when you got accepted to your College of choice. The same assholes who cackled when you had to enroll in a nearby Community College instead when your family’s finances fell in the red.

Maybe you weren’t a cobra after all, only masquerading as one.

“My midterms. I passed”, you answered him flatly, watching recollection flash across his face.

The stress it had caused you was the reason why this all started in the first place after all.

 “Couldn’t have done it if you hadn’t helped me out”, you added pointedly, tone almost accusatory.

Even under the vivid stage lights that paint his complexion like a sunset, you can still make out the way his cheeks pink up at the vague mention of what had happened in his bed that day.

“Oh, uh– that’s great”, he offered you something that resembled a smile, face so twisted with nerves that he couldn’t get his lips to curve up the right way. Jesus, you’d never seem him like this before. He was barely recognizable and for the first time in your life, you found yourself preferring his usual tornado presence and boisterous anti charm.

“Yeah. So, why’ve you been avoiding me?”

His jaw tensed at that, throat bobbing as he swallowed. Obviously, you hadn’t come by to say thank you.

“Listen, the club will be here in an hour. They already know I’m in here so just give me the key and…we’ll talk about this later, okay?”, he attempted to negotiate with you in the same way one might try to approach a skittish horse, overly cautious with an undertone of fear, holding out a shaky palm to collect the key but you weren’t about to give in now.

“What, so you can find somewhere new to hide?”, you sneered.

To show him you’re serious about seeing this conversation to the end you make a show of dangling the key to the drama room in front of his face – his only hope of escape, but it’s what you’re doing with your other hand that gathers his attention.

Hooking a finger into the neckline of your t-shirt, you pull it low enough for your cleavage to show, soft swells sitting high on your chest, framed by pretty lace. And despite the dread trickling down Eddie’s spine, thick like tar, one thing becomes abundantly clear in that moment.

He’s only a man.

The little flash of tit is enough to trigger his hormones. Stupefied, he takes in an eyeful, committing the contours of your breasts to memory – the newest entry into the sordid vault of his spank bank before he’s able to snap out of it. He attempts to snatch the key from you but he’s too slow, stomach cartwheeling as he watches it disappear into your cleavage when you tuck it away for safe keeping in your bra cup. Honestly, he can’t decide if he’s more upset about it or turned on.

Face twisting with exasperation, he locks his eyes back on yours.

“You’re being ridiculous!” he accuses with increasingly reddening cheeks.

Unbothered by the claim, you shove a couple of dice and a few of his notes aside to sit yourself on the edge of the table, arms crossed underneath your breasts, showing your defiance.

This isn’t like when he’d gotten you to beg for your release, chipping away at your resolve with his touch and tongue until you crumbled under the weight of ecstasy. You’ve molded yourself into an imposing shadow of the girl who came undone on his sheets, obstinate and immovable and it’s clear that you’ll sooner wear him down for an answer even if it means being stuck here in this room all night than leave without one.

Eddie’s hardened expression falters as he realizes this, sighing. Relenting.

“Fine”, he slumps back in his chair.

“I didn’t mean to…I didn’t know what to say– “

“Bullshit”, you cut him off with an icy scoff. Eddie Munson at a loss for words? Sure. And Steve Harrington’s a bald virgin.

“It’s not bullshit”, he attempts to deny, some heat behind his words.

“Do I need to remind you that you’re the one who offered to help me “relax” in the first place?” you bit back with heat to match.

Your rebuttal has him silent – both of you knowing he can’t argue otherwise.

“Where’d all that bravado go, Munson?” you poke again just to see the vein at his temple bulge but he doesn’t answer, jaw set firm.

You’d hoped to scare it out of him at first or even force it out of him by locking him in here but for once that metalhead menace is tightlipped and damn good at it.

Taking another moment to consider your options you gird yourself to ask the one question you’ve been dreading. Casting your eyes down, arms tightening under your breasts, the key shifts into an awkward angle, jabbing your soft flesh but it’s not nearly as unpleasant as what you have to say next. You weren’t sure if you wanted to hear the answer but you force it out, tongue turning more sour the longer the question sat there unasked.

“Do you regret it?”

It’s the way your tone loses all of its heat, crumbling slightly at the end of your question that makes him feel like the world’s biggest jackass. Another awful second of silence passes before you’re startled by him shooting out of his seat, chair screeching noisily against the floor as its forced back so quickly, his hand reaching for yours but he stops short of your fingers touching.

This close, you can smell him again. That same scent that clung to his bed. That same scent that hung on your hair. The same scent you reluctantly washed away in the shower that night you got back home. It makes you feel woozy, like a cloud full of pheromones to the face. If he takes one more step, you’re afraid you might leap up and bite his chest through his shirt like an animal in heat.

“I don’t regret it”, he answers you, gentle. Honest.

And just like that, all the anxiety you’d carried around for a week unravels with those four words. In its place, relief strummed on your ribs like nimble fingers plucking strings on a harp, a hopeful tune building up to a crescendo inside your chest. But you don’t let it show – forcing an impending smile away, keeping your expression unreadable because you liked the way he looked back at you, sweating with uncertainty.

“Okay – then you wouldn’t mind me returning the favor, would you?”, you rose up from the table, placing a palm in the middle of his chest.

“Huh?” he stumbles back, the back of his knee connecting with his chair.

“Fair’s fair right?”

With a little effort, you push him back into his seat, dropping down to kneel between his legs when they spread for you.

“Shit shit wait- really?”, he sputters as your fingers climb up to his belt, working open that damn handcuff buckle you’d become curious about to the point of near infatuation in the last few days.

You roll your eyes in reply like his question is a nuisance to you, growing excited under the surface.

Popping open the button on his jeans and pulling down his zipper, you can see that he’s already half hard underneath his boxers, a thick outline of his cock growing more prominent.

He’s warm in your hand when you pull his jeans and boxers down to grasp him, watching it spring up, feeling him grow harder by the second. Your fingers are dwarfed by the size of him although you already expected that after what you had seen in his trailer.

Eddie tenses when you bring your face closer, lips parted, breath puffing against his flushed, throbbing tip. Just a little more and-

“But before I do, you’re going to tell me why you avoided me”

He blinks back at your wicked smile and sharp eyes, plummeting.

“You’re fucking evil, you know that? First you hold me hostage and now you’re going to interrogate me with your fist around my dick?”

You grin back, squeezing him mostly gently, the warmth of your hand alone enough to make him feel compliant.

“Do it or I’ll stop”, you threaten sweetly.

Somehow, he likes the sound of that even less than the fear of you doing something like snapping it clean off.

There’s something so perversely satisfying about getting to use his words against him – withholding his release in the same way he had done with you. Being on the other side of it, you now understand why he enjoyed it so much, the potent thrill of being in control.

“Fuck okay”, he lets his head fall back to thud against the back of his throne, the column of his neck stretched and bared for you to see the way his Adams apple bobs in his throat with a thick swallow.

“I thought about you all the time…” he starts, tipping his chin down to look at you again, eyes dark and shadowy from this angle. “Shit, I couldn’t sleep after what happened in my bed – had to get away because I knew if I saw you again, I’d just drag you back there”

Something about the image of him manhandling you, maybe even hauling you over his shoulder, all overcome with unbridled cave man lust for you as he takes you back to his bed brews excitement in your bones. You only hoped it didn’t show on your face.

“And I knew that- well, I thought, because you didn’t actually say, but all you wanted was a one time thing…right?”, he asks, a hint of disappointment in his tone.

That was your intention when you first climbed into his bedroom, yes. But now…

“You seemed to hold back just fine when I came in here”, you skirt around the question in favor of focusing on what he’d said before that, starting to stroke him slowly as a small reward for his honesty.

“You scared the fuck out of me”, his breath grows shorter now that you’re moving your hand. “And we’re in school – didn’t think you’d actually come down here. You liked this place less than I did”

That’s true, you did. You just didn’t expect him to have noticed, let alone have remembered that fact. Guess all that ganja didn’t total his memory completely.

“Well, I couldn’t just let this go on after everything that happened”, you state plainly, twisting your wrist slightly around his base before pulling back up to trace his tip with your thumb.

This time he doesn’t shy away from the vague mention. You can almost see the memory reflecting off his umber eyes as it replays in his mind.

“Didn’t even want to throw my sheets in the laundry”, he admits, a throaty timbre to his tone that makes you stroke him faster.

“That’s gross, Eddie”, you deride, nose wrinkling but he can see right through it. He recognizes it easily – the same forced disgust you’d showed him when he flicked his tongue at you and offered to get you off, trying to hide how much you liked it.

“Could still smell you on them even after they were washed you know – even though I knew they were clean. Like one of those subconscious things or whatever. Every time I thought of you, I felt like I could still taste you on my tongue”

He’s clearly done holding back, no longer the shrinking Dungeon Master you’d stormed in on not too long ago. This is the Eddie you knew well and knowing the thought of you had affected him to the point that it impacted his senses, haunting him even, makes you rush with pride.

“I never got to taste you”, you suddenly recalled, surprised you’d forgotten even for a moment considering how much thought you’d given it in the few days prior.

And with that you leaned forward, lips parting, tongue seeking his cock, licking from the bottom of his veiny shaft up to the head.

The slow, wet drag of your tongue along his sensitive skin is the kind of sensation that will not leave him quietly, groaning around all kinds of expletives as his palms clamped down on the armrests of his chair, knuckles turning white.

Taking the first few inches into your mouth, you wrapped your lips around him and sucked slowly. Swirling your tongue around the leaking tip, you get a proper taste of him, collecting a dribble of precum before pulling off. The texture of it is silky on your tongue as you sucked the mix of tangy and salty sweet onto the roof of your mouth, letting it slide down the back of your throat like honey and swallowed.

“What else did you think about?”, you asked, missing the sound of his voice as you moved to lick along his shaft again, tongue feeling around the veins adorning it.

How he’s able to keep up a conversation when you’ve got your mouth on him like this he doesn’t know. Maybe it’s the fear that you might threaten to stop again. Maybe it’s the way your eyes look up at him all cloudy with need and your thighs clench together when he talks about the thoughts he’s had about you.

“Everything we didn’t get to do that day. I know we only agreed on helping you out but after watching you tidal wave my bed I couldn’t help myself”

The crass description nearly makes you snort against his dick despite yourself; your whole face going supernova with a mix of amusement and embarrassment. It makes Eddie grin.

“I thought about this a lot. I couldn’t believe it but I knew – you wanted me in your mouth back then too, didn’t you?”

Imparting a little honesty of your own, you answer him with a whisper, licking off another clear bead of precum from his slit. “I did”.

Eddie's eyes lit up, lips turning up into a smirk. “Watching you leave after that was torture, you have no idea. You’ve ran that smart little mouth of yours at me for years – hated missing my chance to shut you up for once”

That earns him a deadpanned look and calls for a warning.

You bring a hand down to squeeze his balls and smirked when he groaned, this time nearing on pained, hands releasing the armrests with his palms held up in surrender.

“Okay okay! Easy. You’re a soft spoken delight, alright?”

With a pleased chuckle bubbling up your throat, you relinquish your hold to massage them gently instead, rolling them in your palm, continuing to stroke him with your other hand.

“Did you think about fucking me?”

“Yeah…”, he answers at the end of a thick gulp.

“How?”

“Huh?”

“How would you fuck me, Eddie? rough?”

He considers it before answering. “Not at first…but yeah, I’d – fuck, do that again? – I don’t think I could be gentle for very long because I know you can take it”

It’s like he’s reached inside of you and flipped a switch you hadn’t even been aware was there. You’d been wound so tight for so long. You needed him to use you.

“Could you be rough with me now?”, you asked, triggering a sly quirk of his eyebrow.

“You asking me to fuck your face, sweetheart?”

There’s that cocky edge again and you're quick to spar with it.

“Yes or no, Munson?”, you return, all stony faced. There won’t be any begging from you today.

He frowns when you pull out his last name again.

“Aren’t we beyond that now?”

You grin back, too stubborn for your own good.

“No”

Eddie's frown fades, a grin stretching across his face to match your own.

“Open your damn mouth”

Ringed fingers weave into your hair as you part your lips for him, allowing him to breach the wet velvet of your mouth. His girth puts some strain on your jaw but you’re able to accommodate him, tongue cradling the underside of his cock as it glides over the muscle. You’re doing well so far, letting the hand on your head, firm but gentle, guide you down until the tip of his cock bumps the back of your throat and you gag.

“Go on – choke a little for me”, he grunts.

Tears wet your eyes as you try to breathe through it, throat squeezing back against the intrusion, saliva pooling in your mouth as it begins to drip past your lips.

Eddie starts to thrust into your mouth and you take him as far into your throat as you can manage. Your nails dig into his thighs through the short, ragged pumps, past even what you thought to be your limit when your nose presses close to his pelvis, brushing the thatch of hair at his base. You find that you like how he smells there too – musky and masculine.

The sounds you pull out of him make your core ache – every hitch of his breath, every choked off moan, every rumbling groan and throaty grunt. But you stamp down the hot roiling in your belly and ignore the sticky need pooling in your panties because you really did mean what you said about returning the favor. It was your turn to please him, sidelining your own pleasure for the time being in the same way that he had done for you. Not that there wasn’t any pleasure to be derived from being in your position.

The part of you that was greedy savored every sound and liked knowing you were making him feel good – that all those noises he was making was because of you. And the part of you that was competitive took pleasure in knowing you were proving he wasn’t the only one here with a skillful mouth.

Growing more and more used to it, you take it well as he fucks your throat and he tells you as much.

“Knew I was right about you. Knew you could take it – Christ, yes, just like that”

The praise makes you bob ardently, saliva soaking his cock, trailing down to his balls. You’ve adopted a pace of your own now, Eddie’s fingers still tangled in your hair but no longer guiding you.

"Shit– I’m gonna cum. where do you– "

You pull off his cock, his eyes trained on your wet, swollen lips gasping for air, your hand taking over to pump his spit-soaked length.

“Do it in my mouth”, you finish for him, desperation staining your tone.

You take him in your mouth again, not all the way this time, using your hand to stroke what you can’t fit past your sore lips anymore.

“Fuck – oh g- fuck”

Eddie’s hips jerk and then it happens – you feel the hot lines of his release begin to spurt onto your tongue, tangy and creamy thick. You swallow it down with his dick still in your mouth, throat contracting around his twitching, spent length. You pull off slowly until it’s just his tip your lips are wrapped around, lingering on it, sucking it like you don’t want to let go. You’re forced to let it slip from your mouth when his groans near pained again, sensitivity proving too much for him now.

Sitting back on your haunches, you watch his chest puff up and down while he recovers, head thrown back against the back of his chair.

When he’s able to, he puts his softening cock away, redoing his jeans before he pulls out a bandana from his back pocket and offers it to you.

“It’s clean I promise”.

The sweetness of the gesture makes your stomach flutter. Managing a meek ‘thank you’, you use the dark material adorned with bones and skulls to wipe your lips and chin of the sticky mixture of saliva and Eddie’s spend.

Next, he offers you a hand and you take it, letting him help you off your knees and on to your feet.

“Listen, I’m sorry for last time. When you had to leave, I mean. And for avoiding you after that”, he informs you, much more tender than you're used to with him.

“I didn’t even get to uh…”, patiently, you wait for him to finish but he doesn’t, watching his face twist, all conflicted. You can see the thought ping pong around inside his head, wishing you could just reach in and pluck it out for yourself but he brushes it off before he’s able to share it with you, leaving you wondering.

“Never mind. Jeff and Gareth are going to be here soon and you probably don’t want to be seen in here with me like um, thisss”, he drags out the single syllable, unsure of a more tactful way to phrase it.

You don’t need to ask him to know that “thisss” means you look like a fucked-out mess because that’s exactly how you feel with your unruly hair and your sore jaw.

Just as before, there’s too much that’s been left unsaid but the threat of another close call has you reluctantly fishing the key out of your bra, tossing it at Eddie while you attempt to tame your hair back into something presentable, wiping off your damp cheeks too. You’re yet to realize that you haven’t returned his bandana, still clutching it in your hand.

Eddie catches the key though he doesn’t make a move towards the door, staring down at his palm like he’d just been gifted a bar of gold.

“It’s warm”, he says quietly, one of those thoughts that wasn’t meant to be said out loud but slipped past the barrier of his lips quicker than he could notice, you surmised.

It’s kind of cute actually – that dopey, spellbound look spilling over his face.

“Unlock the door, Eddie”, you sigh, subduing a laugh. At least you didn’t accuse him of being gross again like you would have an hour ago.

“Oh, right”

He steps over to the door while you gather yourself, daylight shining into the dingily lit room when he unlocks it and pulls it open.

After a quick look around outside to make sure no one sees you leaving, he steps back and holds the door open for you but you linger.

…all you wanted was a one-time thing…right?

No. Not anymore.

You weren’t sure what the two of you were now. Neighbors who got each other off? Former enemies but not really friends with benefits?

The specifics didn’t matter. At least, not right now. All you knew was that you didn’t want whatever this was to end.

Turning to Eddie, you say something you never thought you would. Not to him.

“My family’s gone for the weekend. You can come over tonight…if you want”

The smile that crosses his face is both warm and cocky, much like the one he’d flashed you from his window when this all began.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”, you soften but only slightly. Unsmiling but not inimical.

“Oh, and if you stand me up?”, voice heating up, you jabbed a finger against his chest, right between the L and the F of his Hellfire shirt. “Try to run away again?”, you jab again and he staggers a step back, wincing when you press over the same sore spot again. “I’ll nail your balls to your front door, understand?”

For a moment he stares back at you. Stunned. And then, true to the freak riddle that he is, he smiles back even brighter.

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[diorsluv]

feather , part 11

“ i got you blocked ”

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next chapter notes ) so my wifi was out for half the day and it really set me back and that’s why this is kinda bad.. BUT IT’S FINE WE BOUNCE BACK 💪💪

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[azmaarts]

And That's How I Met Your Dad (Part I)

Recently read some really fluffy RoyJay fanfics. So, here's a mini fancomic AU where Roy meets Jay who came straight back after the Pit and continued his studies!

If you see any wackiness in coloring... please ignore. I was half asleep drawing this. (Legit fell asleep while coloring Roy. IDK how I did that.) :,D

Out of curiosity, who do you guys ship with Jason (or is it just no one)? I might try some ship drawings, so please list any you guys like in the comments. Thanks!

Edit: (Cuz my dumbass can't figure out how to properly reply to a reblog :,D)

Thank you for cleansing my soul with those tags. XD

Edit 2: Bro. I am wheezing reading the reblog tags. I love the collection. We've got the straightforward ones, the sweet-and-I-wanna-hug-you ones, and funny-AF-tags-that-could-be-a-whole-post ones. Thanks, guys! (ᕑᗢᓫ∗)

Here's the link to Part II now! :D

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Let me be everything you’ve wanted

tags: alhaitham x reader, intended to be fem reader but no pronouns used (girly perfume mentioned but thats it tbh), academic rivals to lovers, fluff, so much damn fluff, this is literally just comfort, lots of teasing, sharing a bed 😈, entirely sfw, probably cringe um

work count is like 3.6k BRO

Masterlist

notes: for those unaware with akademiya stuff: house of daena is the library, amurta is the study of flora and fauna (biology)

this is probably ooc but do i care? no.

12am. House of Daena.

Tucked away in your own little corner, your desk is sprawled with books, blueprints, singed scrolls—anything you could get your hands on.

Ironically, your palm is now the only support your head has now as you near closer and closer to the slumber your eyes long for. Exhaustion clouds all rational thoughts, and you find yourself longing for something you swear to hate the most.

Those familiar footsteps are like music to your ears, and you’re suddenly grateful for those shoes you’ve teased him about never changing.

He slides a chair out, stealing the very same seat as those many nights ago.

“What are you still doing up? It’s almost closing hours.” That cold expression never leaves his face, his piercing eyes narrowing at your state. It’s a trademark of a sort.

“I could ask you the same thing, Al-Haitham.” You retort with a little ‘hmph’. You’re already cramming for next week’s exams, and you do not want to deal with your rival too; he’s a handful as it is.

“I’m not the one who can’t even turn their head to face me because that’s too much of a strain on their tired brain.” His expression remains the same—cold and stern—and so does his attitude with the constant insults. Though this time they hold an undertone of concern and he looks a little… weary.

It confuses you so much. You always wear a smirk on your face around him, especially when you finally get under his skin. You take pride in your efforts, feeling successful that you managed to beat his cold exterior. He, however, remains the same, even when he one-ups you countless times. No happiness, no pride, not even a hint of amusement. Are you really just another annoying nuisance to him? You shake that thought away quickly; you’re sitting beside him, and you cannot let this opportunity pass to break that shell. After all, you’ve done it countless nights before; it won’t be hard to do it again.

“Really? Because you look as tired as I am.”

You speak firmly, ready for his inevitable rebuttal. The piles of work is the last thing on your mind now, mentally pushed to the side as soon as he had walked in.

“I’ve taken many breaks while studying, actually.” He scoffs, but you notice the way he suddenly seems interested in the scattered notes in your folder, turning his face as if to hide his fatigue.

You slam the notebook shut and smirk; this is your time to shine.

“Are those dark circles under your eyes from the smudge of ink then? Perhaps from the number of times you’ve rubbed your eyes to stay awake?” You shift in your chair to face him better, your gaze forcing him to meet your eyes now.

“Your hair has flattened from the number of times your hands have run through it, and you can’t even keep up your glare longer than usual.”

The cross of your arms indicates the end of your mini-counterargument, and you look at him proudly, waiting for how he’ll try to get out of this.

You think you catch a hint of surprise flickering across his features, but he’s already shadowed it with a roll of his eyes.

“You’re oddly perceptive today; perhaps you’ve taken a liking to admiring my face.”

His lips curve slightly for a mere second; your stern, cold, ass of a rival is teasing you. “What’s wrong? Did I catch the mouse?” His tone is still harsh and blunt, but he lacks the bite he always has when conversing with his rival.

“I only admire you when you’re asleep in my bed.” Your voice is smug, and you’re leaning in, closer and closer, breaths away now. “Come on, we’re both tired.”

You plead in your most convincing tone. He cant deny it; it has been a long time.

He freezes as you gently take his hands, his pride shattering with remembrance of two weeks prior. Al-Haitham narrowed his eyes. He didn’t want to deal with his rival more than he needed to. But… the library is vacant right now. It’d be so easy to slip off. No prying eyes and a chance of rumours. Just two sworn rivals, tired and sleepy, desperate for a long rest before they have to remember all their duties for tomorrow.

He scoffs, “I’d rather not. You know exactly what happens each time, and I’m not spending 8 hours in bed with you again.”

He could see the pleading in your eyes, and if he were being honest, he wished he could’ve stayed longer last time.

“You make it seem like it’s a crime.” A grumble and then a small huff— you’re clearly adamant about this. His eyes lock onto your enticing ones, but he knows your tricks all too well.

“You’ve got some nerve asking me again after last time.” He scoffs again (you wonder if he can go a day without doing that), pulls his hands from your grasp, and gets up from his seat.

“Oh, come on, last time wasn’t that bad. You’re exaggerating.” A roll of your eyes, and you’re already starting to pack up your papers. Even if he doesn’t allow that, he will drag you out if you decide to keep studying instead of sleeping.

“I had a lecture at 8:30am, and your body clung to me until 8am. Your room is 20 minutes from the campus, and I hadn’t even a chance to eat breakfast because of you weighing me down.” A heavy sigh escapes his mouth as he remembers the glances he got from the presenter and the other students. Being late was a rare thing for Al-Haitham, but being late, dishevelled, and having to ask for paper and a pen from other students? They thought he must’ve gone insane.

On the other hand, your jaw has found a home on the floor. Yes, you vaguely remember him shoving you off and muttering a string of not-so-nice words, but you swear it wasn’t as bad as he described! Clinging to him—you? never.

“Ha, as if I’d ever-“

“Cling to me? I had a feeling you’d say that.”

Your pride is shattered in a matter of seconds, never to be rebuilt again, you would say. The evidence is shown before you, and even worse, it’s in photo form. Your arms are slung tightly around his shoulders, your legs are intertwined with his, and worst of all, your cheeks are smushed against his neck.

“I..” Nothing can save you now; there’s no coming back from this one.

“Exactly.” He’s got a smug look in his eyes now as he glares at you, knowing you’re very much stuck.

Well, when you can’t agree or deny it, just change the entire subject. At least that’s your newfound motto.

“The point is, you don’t have classes until 1p.m. tomorrow, and you know I never wake up that late-“

“How do you know my schedule?”

“…”

The silence is deafening. Well, congratulations on changing the subject. How do you even know his schedule? You don’t remember specifically trying to find it.

“Did you seriously remember the days when I left the room without a fuss and worked out my schedule according to that?”

That’s exactly what you did. Of course, you’d never outright look at his schedule or snoop at his things (he’s crazy observant, he would know). But you find yourself figuring him out more and more each time. On Thursdays and Tuesdays, he’d leave with no fuss, even giving you a small ruffle of your hair (which you never admitted to being awake for). Naturally, as his rival and for only that purpose (obviously), you decided to look up each and every class for that day and slowly work out his timetable based on the subjects you had seen him study for.

Stalking? No. One step ahead of your rival? Yes.

You sigh and place the pile of books you had borrowed earlier back in their rightful places. You’d be going home regardless. ‘I don’t need him. He’s useless, and i can sleep perfectly fine on my own. I’m going to go home and get all cosy and have a long, peaceful sleep.’ Convincing yourself isn’t as hard as you thought, unlike trying to keep a neutral look on your face.

“I can see you sulking.” Al-Haitham remarks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Will you shut up? Ahem, if you have nothing useful to do here, I suggest you leave too.” The monotone sound surprises him, one brow raising at you. He puts a hand down on the table in front of you, stopping you from moving any further. His eyes narrow, scanning your features.

“Stop using your student council voice with me; I’m not some troubled first year.”

“For further support, you may talk to-“

He lets out a reluctant groan and picks up your tote bag, slinging it over his broad shoulder. It sits perfectly, just like every other time. Calloused skin connects with your soft palm as he interlocks his freehand with yours.

“Fine. We’ll have a sleepover. Happy?” He finally gives in, though not without an exasperated sigh. You both know it’ll end this way, and you also both love the little game you play.

“Very.”

He lets you pull him towards your dorm room. A smug smile is permanent on your face, free to roam in the silent corridors as if it existed just for your leisure. You fiddle with your pockets, eventually pulling the keys out. The door swings open after a bit of lazy fumbling, and he follows in beside you. One hand rests on the small of your back after noticing your sudden sleepier state.

“Are you hungry? I have bagels.” You glance back at him, already zooming into the kitchen for a late-night snack. He sets your tote bag carefully on the floor, careful not to crush the notes within.

“You’ll burn it again.”

“Hey, I adapt and move forward, you know!”

You prepare him a bagel as he takes a seat on your plush couch. His eyes scan over the shelves, which are filled with all sorts of trinkets and mementos he’s almost begun to miss. On the other hand, his dorm is plain, with nothing more than the essentials. Is that the reason he always ends up sleeping over at your place? As if the answer wasn’t obvious from the countless times he’s laid awake in an empty bed, he finds himself questioning his emotions once more.

A ceramic plate is swiftly placed in front of his face, interrupting his thoughts. A toasted bagel is placed at a certain angle with extra sesame seeds scattered on the plate and butter spread fancifully on the side. Azure eyes meet your wide ones as you smile cheekily down at him.

“Who are you trying to impress? Gordon Ramsay?” He couldn’t help but let it slip out of his mouth. They were sworn rivals after all, and they’d have to be imposters if they went a day without getting a quip at one another.

“I could make Gordon Ramsay beg for my food.”

You watch eagerly for his reaction as his teeth bite into the soft, warm bread of the bagel and into the filling.

“Fine, I suppose it’s decent. Still overdone by about 20 seconds.”

“Oh, shut up!”

He cant help but let a smirk rise on his face as you storm into your bedroom, leaving him to eat the bagel in the quietness of your living room. He won’t admit it, but there was something about tasting something you made that satisfied him more than his favourite food usually did. Perhaps it was your focused look as you layered the fillings, or maybe it’s the way you proudly presented it before him. Regardless, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

You’re dressed in a plain t-shirt and plaid pyjama trousers when you return, a pile of clothes in your hands. “You left these at my place last time.”

“You didn’t wear them, did you?” His eyebrows raise as he looks at you suspiciously.

“Ew.” Disgust forms in your expression, and you roll your eyes at his accusation.“I washed it for you; be grateful.”

The neatly folded pile of clothes is taken in his hands, and he is surprised by the kind gesture. Or maybe you’re just a germaphobe, which seems slightly more likely. He slips on the freshly washed garments, closing his eyes as he inhales the sweet scent. It’s wonderful; like he’s sitting in a field of flowers at this very moment. It overcomes all his senses, being subdued by the comfort of your perfume—Wait. His eyes widen at the sudden realisation, and he lifts the thin fabric to his nose.

He was right; it is your perfume.

Of course, only you would practically drown his abandoned clothes in your most girliest perfume just to piss him off. Well, his cheeks are rather pink now after it had the complete opposite effect than intended. He supposes he should consider this a warning to ensure he takes his clothing with him next time.

The vanity light illuminates your soft skin in the dim bedroom. In front of you, bottles, tall and small, are laid out. Each cream,serum, and cleanser is chosen specifically for each of the steps of the routine. His crossed arms prop him up as he leans against the doorframe, trying to avoid disturbing you with your rather cute ministrations. You’ve changed a few of your products, even going so far as to change some of them to his that you had tested at his dorm. He mentally notes the new additions, already planning for when you next stay over.

If he were being logical like always, he could’ve kept it all in a drawer or a bag in his closet, but your little corner of things in his dorm brings colour and life to the dull room he’s never once considered his home. Something stirs within him—the reflection of his ‘spare’ bathrobe on the back of the bathroom door, a smudge of lipstick on the hand towel, an empty coffee mug that is waiting in the cupboard. He can’t forget the box of vitamins on the dining table as he eats his breakfast. You insist they will keep him healthy (they’re kiddie gummies).

He blinks, returning to the moment. A content sigh rumbles through his chest as he watches you in awe for a moment longer before finally taking a seat on his side of the bed—something he had unintentionally claimed not too long ago. His hands settle on the soft linen of your floral bedsheets,which only ever seem to change colours and never lose the embroidery of your beloved plants. Despite your incessant complaining, the Amurta major in you always seems to shine through in the smallest things, or perhaps he’s the one constantly looking for it. Just now, he had seen the water droplets on your pyjama shirt, signalling that you had just watered all the plants that hang across the walls of your bedroom. He wonders which sage you coerced into allowing you to have this.

He watches you from behind—the way your soft fingertips rub the serums into your skin and the focused look on your face as you look into yourself in the mirror. It makes him feel warm as you admire your face in the reflection. He thinks you’re perfect, and he wants you to think it too. But he’s also getting a little impatient.

“Begged me for a sleepover but won’t even join me?”

Despite the annoyance held in his words , his tone is calm and soft; he’s never been the same Al-Haitham when in your room. The soft fairy lights illuminating the adorable polaroids littering the walls soothe his mind; it makes him think of you in a different light. He could never be so cold towards you now that he’s seen so much of you, and now he intends to lay himself bare, without his armour.

“Just a moment..”

You give up on your witty comebacks as you succumb to what you’ve craved for far too long now. Your warmth encases him as the bed sheets rustle once again in your presence this time. He brings his face closer, not wasting a moment until he coaxes you closer, an arm wrapping around your waist to pull you into his side.

“You need to rest.”

He states, but its more of a question of whether you’ll listen and sleep or defy your needs to tease him a little longer.

“Oh, I’m the one who needs to rest, do I?”

You say it slyly, giving him a playful grin as you enjoy how his arms feel around your torso. Your hands sneak up to his hair, ruffling it out of its flatness.

“Yes, you. Who else?”

He rolls his eyes at you, and pushes your hand away from his messy locks. One hand reaches up to gently thumb the dark circles under your eyes. “No skin care routine is going to fix this, so you better sleep on time for whoever you’re always trying to impress.”

You hold your mouth shut. Think about it.

Sure, you can argue that you do all of it for yourself. But it’s a complete lie. All of this, this rivalry, this overworking yourself, these antics. They’re all to one up him, all to be smarter than him, in hopes that one day you will beat him. Or maybe something else. Maybe you want him to acknowledge that you beat him. Maybe you want him to acknowledge you.

A small scoff is heard as you rest your head near the crook of his neck, one arm over his chest as you tuck yourself into his side.

“ ‘m not tryna impress anyone.”

The words are mumbled as the dim room gets to you, coaxing the tiredness out of you. His hand moves to your head, running his fingers through the strands of soft hair.

“Did you know if you sleep earlier, then you’ll actually retain more information? If you did that, maybe you’d beat me.”

His voice is low, lulling you to rest as you begin to doze off. He can feel your head growing heavier and his gentle strokes growing slower as he watches you drift off. Your responses turn into inaudible mumbles, which he lets out a small chuckle to.

Maybe, deep down, you do yearn for his attention. Perhaps you do yearn to be better, wish that one day this pretense will be broken and you can love him without holding back.

His gaze is fixed on the way your hair falls around your face, stray strands on your cheeks. He can’t understand why you push yourself so hard. He’s seen your efforts, everyone has, its clear as day. But its rather amusing to see you try so hard to prove yourself to him. You just need to step back and look at your achievements and you’ll realise it all.

“Maybe you’ll see that you already have everything you’ve wanted here already.”

He whispers the words softly. And who knows, maybe one day he’ll say it when you’re wide awake.

[dudeitiskarev]

Maybe Someday | Ch. 2

A Spencer Reid mini-series

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female reader

Chapter summary: you’re a good liar and you do need Spencer’s help.

Word count: 1.9k

Tags/warnings: food consumption; reader is HIV+; abortion.

Author’s note: apparently reader is not so tough!!!! Thank you for the responses on the first chapter 🥰 I hope you like this one too!

PREVIOUS CHAPTER | SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

Spencer fell asleep fully clothed over the bed covers and the phone buzzing inside his front pocket woke him up.

He reached for it half asleep and kind of whispered as he answered, “Hello?”

His mouth was dry.

“Spencer?” Your soft sob woke up all of his senses. “I’m a good liar and I lied earlier. I do need… to get out.” Your voice cracked between sentences.

“Where are you?” He cleared his throat and blinked a couple of times while sitting up. “Where are you exactly?”

“I’m uh, at Motel 66 but I—”

“O– okay, don’t move. I’ll be there soon, just… just stay where you are.”

He didn’t wait for your answer and flew out of his hotel room down to the lobby. Thank god Morgan and Rossi took a taxi to the airport and left him the SUV. He rushed to the parking lot and unlocked the car. He may have driven one of these once or twice in all these years, so it took him a while to get the car starting and once he did, he turned the twenty-minute ride to the motel into twelve minutes.

You were sitting on the sidewalk with your face buried in the crook of your arms, folded over your knees. He flicked the lights instead of honking to get your attention. You looked up, revealing your soul-wrenching teary face.

Whatever happened to you, crushed your shell and left the little girl and her red shoes exposed to the world.

You wiped your nose while standing up and walked towards him, opening the passenger door.

He took a moment to subtly study you as you entered. The hem of your shirt was torn, your thin tights were ripped on your scraped knees, and your makeup was all smudged compared to how he saw you earlier.

“Wipe that look on your face.” You looked down at your ripped clothes. “I fell trying to defend myself and it worked. No one touched me. I swear.”

He leaned forward and opened the glove compartment in front of you, taking out a small first aid kit and handing it to you. “Take this.”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” You brushed it off but still took the kit, leaving it on your lap. “I’m sorry about this. It’s so late. Or too early.” You glanced at the time on the radio creen.

5:03 AM.

“I don’t mind. Wasn’t really sleeping,” he lied.

You looked out the window and avoided his face. You were embarrassed about something.

“I’m staying at a hotel.” Spencer broke the ice. He could only assume you had nowhere to go. “You… you can stay with me. There’s a spare bed.”

There wasn’t. But he could get you a room if you let him.

You turned to him and merely nodded as you smiled, your chin slightly quivering.

Your eyes stayed gloomy and lost in the void throughout the whole drive to the hotel. This time he drove at an appropriate speed. He figured you needed a quiet and slow ride, where you could feel serenity for at least a few minutes even though he had no idea what was going through your mind. He’d glance at you at every red light and stop sign, and would catch you wiping off some tears with anger.

There was no point in asking if you were okay or if there was anything else you needed, so he kept quiet until he was parked right outside the hotel.

“We’re here,” he softly said.

You huffed out a breath and adjusted on your seat, forcing a smile. “I’m right behind you.”

Once you two were inside, Spencer guided you to a comfy chair and got you some water from the dispenser. “I don’t think I can just sneak you in so I’m gonna let the front desk know.”

He did more than that, though.

He was back with an extra key. “It’s right across from mine.” He handed it you.

“I get my own room?” Your eyes filled with tears.

“Of course.”

Your chin quivered and a pained frown took over your face, your voice barely came out, “Thank you.”

You walked together to the elevator and only then Spencer noticed you weren’t carrying any bag or luggage, but he didn’t mention it.

“Are you hungry? They have room service twenty-four hours.” He glanced at his watch. “I can order us some while you shower and get all cleaned up.”

“Do I look that terrible?” You winced with a bit of humor.

“Sorry.” He gave you a tight-lipped smile. “But it’ll make you feel better.” The elevator doors dinged open and he gestured for you to walk out first. “I’ll make sure they send it to your room.”

“Actually… Can we eat together?” You turned your body to him.

His throat tightened and his voice came out slightly high-pitched as he responded, “Y-yeah yeah, we can.”

“Okay,” you exhaled a laugh, and for the first time, he knew what happiness looked like in your eyes. At least, he liked to think that way. “I’ll knock on your door when I’m ready, then.”

He figured he could use that time to run a quick errand and get you some new clothes from the CVS around the corner.

It wasn’t as quick as he intended it to be. He just wasn’t sure what clothes you’d feel comfortable wearing so he went for some sweatpants and a slightly oversized shirt (plus some underwear).

When he made it back, he asked the front desk to leave it in your room so it’d be there waiting for you after your shower.

He really should join Derek on his morning runs because his heart was racing by the time he was back in his room. Still, he didn’t slow down and ordered the room service until he was out of breath. He ordered two continental breakfasts plus dessert, mostly because of you. He remembered you had a sweet tooth.

Or maybe he made it up.

Maybe he made you up.

“No,” he muttered.

Whether it was a dream or his exhausted mind, he patiently waited for you and hoped the gesture of bringing you new clothes wouldn’t be too much. And if it was, he hoped it wouldn’t make you uncomfortable.

Roomservice came moments later and there still weren't any signs of you. His stomach rumbled when the delicious smell reached his taste buds, but he didn’t want to start without you.

So he kept waiting and got entertained by Morgan who called him to get some update on Spencer’s very personal case.

“Has she called yet?” Derek asked. His tone was serious, but Spencer could swear Morgan had a teasing grin on his face.

“She did, actually.” Spencer tried to hold back a smile.

“Oh.” Now his grin was more audible. “Am I interrupting?”

“No, not at all. It’s nothing like that,” Spencer answered while four knocks on his door stopped everything around him. “Talk to you later. I gotta go.”

He hung up before Derek could say another thing and took a deep brave breath as he opened the door.

To his surprise, you were wearing every piece he’d bought you.

“Sorry I didn’t come sooner.” You stayed at the door.

You seemed so much younger, all cleaned up and without makeup. He swore more memories were trying to come afloat.

A park. Children laughing. You and him, sitting on a bench under a willow. Your red shoes and his worn out converse.

“Oh, don’t worry.” He shook away the thoughts away and stepped aside for you to come in. “Food’s still warm.”

You walked in slowly and said, “You didn’t have to do all this,” while sitting down and avoiding eye contact.

“I meant it when I said I could help you get out.” Spencer sat on the armchair next to yours.

“You might be the nicest person I’ve ever met.” You smiled.

It was the least he could do, but he still took that as a compliment.

The Grand Budapest Hotel came on TV and it became good company while you both ate in silence. You’d laugh every so often at some scenes that weren’t funny (to him) but he’d still join you, letting out a small laugh. It seemed like it’d been a while since you were this relaxed which brought him a sense of peace.

Then your phone rang repeatedly.

“You’re not gonna answer?” Spencer asked.

“I…” You glanced at your phone. “Yeah, I guess I should.” You cleared your throat and picked up hesitantly, “Hello? Yes. Mhm. For today at ten. Thanks.”

Your entire demeanor changed because of that ten-second phone call.

“Is everything okay?” He put his fork down.

“Yeah, I just…” You did the same, putting your half-eaten dessert aside. “I have an abortion scheduled for tomorrow. They called to confirm my appointment.”

His eyes widened. “You’re pregnant?”

“Not for that long,” you said with a bit of humor.

Why? his face asked.

You sighed deeply and hesitated for a moment.

“I’m HIV positive. I was born with it,” you began, keeping your head low. “My mother had it, and she passed it on to me. What kind of mom would I be if I decided to go through with the pregnancy?”

Spencer stayed quiet. It was a lot to take in.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

“What do you mean?” You looked up at him and frowned with confusion. “I—I don’t want to bring a sick child into the world.”

“Why would you?” he was quick to ask. “Do you take your medication?”

“I’m not as constant as I should.” You shook your head.

“Either way. There’s a one percent chance that your baby will be born with HIV. Statistically, your child is more likely to be born with Down Syndrome than you passing your disease on to the baby.”

You paused and your face melted with disbelief in the process. “One percent?” You blinked a few times.

Spencer nodded.

“I– I should go.” You stood up and made your way to the door like a misguided ghost. “Thank you again. For everything.”

Spencer stood up too, and opened his mouth to ask, Do you want me to go with you? but nothing came out.

Instead, he let you walk out in silence.

He didn’t sleep much that night, haunted by the thought of you getting an abortion out of ignorance.

The way your face dropped when he told you about that one percent showed him you didn’t know, but it also made sense. You belonged to that one percent. Tough luck.

But no matter your decision, he wanted to be there with you. There was a strong pull inside him. Some sort of need or even obligation to do everything he could to stop you from sinking.

He dozed on and off for and hour or two with you as a constant star in his mind and soon, the sun was climbing up behind the mountains, flashing gentle rays on his face.

At 8:48 he was up, showered, with changed clothes, and knocking on your door.

There was no answer.

He scrunched up his nose and tried once more, this time saying your name loud enough close to the wood.

“Looking for someone?” A housekeeper approached him with her cleaning cart.

“Y-eah, my friend.” He gestured to the room.

The lady put on her reading glasses and said, “This room is empty,” while carefully reading a piece of paper; some sort of report.

Had he actually made you up?

“It can’t be,” he muttered to himself.

“Sweetheart.” The lady slid her glasses to the very tip of her nose to look at him over them as she said, “The girl left before dawn.”

Chapter three teaser👀:

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“Um, is it really only a one percent chance?” you asked with a pained frown.

“If you take your medication?” He asked, waiting for your nod. “Zero point five, actually.”

You brought your hand up to your chest, slightly nodding. “Then maybe someday.”

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[viking-raider]

Cake & Minis - Cotton Candy Fluff

Summary-> It's just you and Henry for his birthday. But that's all right, the two of you have cake and Warhammer Minis.

Pairing-> Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count-> 1.1k

Warnings-> PG: FLUFF, Cotton Candy Fluff, Nerdy Banter

Inspiration-> It's Henry's 41st Birthday! Happy Birthday, Puppy!

Author’s Note-> This is a work of Fiction!

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“So, Birthday Boy, what do you want to do for your birthday?” You asked, as you sat at the kitchen table with Henry, sipping your cup of tea, while he sat across from you, browsing the Highlander Script.

“I don’t know, babe.” He frowned, brow creasing at the page he was on. “Most of my family won’t be able to come in for any sort of celebration until next week. So, it’s just you and me.” He said, setting the script aside. “We could go out somewhere, have dinner.”

You studied him, holding his gaze. “You don’t want to though, do you?” You asked, voicing the glint you saw in his blue eyes.

“Not really.” He confessed, chewing on his lip.

Something came to you. “I might have an idea.” You said, excusing yourself and went upstairs, retrieving the gift you’d gotten Henry for his forty-first trip around the sun. “Why don’t you go ahead and open that.” You suggested, handing over the wrapped box and taking up your seat again.

Henry carefully removed the wrapping paper and a grin instantly touched his lips. “The new Blood Angels Minis.” He chuckled, opening the box to examine the little gray pieces.

“I could start your birthday cake and we could assemble those bad boys.” You suggested, pressing your lips together, while cocking your head at him.

“You want to spend my birthday painting Warhammer Minis with me?” He asked, quite skeptical.

“Yeah, if you want to, that is?” You replied, wide eyed. “I could leave you to your own devices with them. It was just a suggestion, I’ll do anything you want for your day, Puppy.”

A soft smile touched his face. “I’d love to spend my birthday assembling and painting minis with you. Especially if there’s cake eating involved.” He laughed, touched that you would express an interest in one of his hobbies, even for a day or few hours.

“It’s a deal then!” You beamed, excited. “I’ll get everything for your cake going, why don’t you get everything for the Mini building set up, then I’ll join you!”

“Sounds like a plan.” Henry nodded, taking up the Minis and headed for his man cave, where he had a whole station for building and painting his Minis.

Henry hummed happily to himself, bustling about the room, pulling out plastic containers, zip-lock bags and cases of items that contained glue, tools, paints and brushes of all kinds to cut out the pieces, assemble and paint them. He meticulously laid everything out, ready for the two of you to start the long process of building the six Blood Angel figures. Once that was done, he joined you in the kitchen.

“All ready.” He smiled, finding you in the process of mixing the red velvet batter; his favorite cake. “Do you want any help?” He asked, moving around the island to stand behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Nope.” You replied, shaking your head, slightly resting back against him. “You just mind yourself and I’ll bake this.” You told him, rocking side to side with him.

“Do I get to lick the spoon?” He smirked, nuzzling the side of your face.

“Mmm, I suppose so.” You answered, filling the cake pan with the batter, before holding the spoon up for him.

“Mmm.” Henry hummed, flicking his tongue out over the back of the utensil, collecting the rich-red batter. “Tasty, can’t wait to have a slice.”

“I’m sure.” You smiled, wiggling out of his arms to slide the dish into the pre-heated oven. “Mini building time!” You beamed, setting the timer and placing it on the island. “Let’s go, my God Emperor.”

“As you wish, my little Primarch.” Henry laughed, heading for his man cave with you. “I’m sure you’ll end up painting one of them to look like Chaplain Rafael.”

“Burn the Heretic! Kill the Mutant! Purge the Unclean!” You declared, quoting your beloved Chaplain from the Blood Angels Space Marines chapter. “I still mourn your death, Rafael! Baal will remember you forever!”

Henry snorted, shaking his head at you. “What a nerd.” He teased, sitting down at the table.

“And unashamed of it!” You replied proudly. “Right, where are we starting, Puppy?” You asked, looking over the laid out items.

“We need to free the little buggers.” He told you, picking up a pair of, what looked like, well used nail clippers. “These are sprue cutters.” He explained to you, picking up one of the templates of Blood Angels. “All you have to do is snip this little bit here and set the piece aside, once it’s free.” He smiled over at you, brows lifted to make sure you understood.

“Super easy.” You smiled back at him.

Henry laughed, shaking his head and held the cutters out to you with a template. “It’s the only easy part in building these things. Other than buying them.” He quipped, grabbing a second pair.

The two of you took your time freeing the Space Marines from their confines, enjoying being close to each other and the sunny day that trickled through the tall windows around the room. When the cake timer went off in the kitchen, you shuttled off to check on it, pulling it out and setting it up to cool, before returning.

“So, are we going for authentic original Blood Angel look for their paint or are we going freestyle?” You asked, the tip of your tongue pressed to the corner of your upper lip as you used the sharp edge of an exacto knife to smooth out the edges of where the piece had been attached to the template.

“Hmm.” Henry hummed, sitting back in his seat, doing the same task. “I do normally prefer the traditional look for them.” He said, studying the arm he had between his fingers. “How about this? You paint three of the six your way and I’ll paint the other six my way?” He suggested, a little smirk tugging up the corner of his mouth.

“Oooh.” You cooed, liking that idea. “You sure your perfectionism isn’t going to drive you nuts?”

“I’m sure.” He assured you. “I looked forward to it. Our little army.”

It was long and tedious work, but neither of you cared, especially not Henry. It filled him with a bubbly happiness to look across his Warhammer table to see you zoned in on gluing together a model, shifting its little body until you finally got it in the pose that satisfied you. You paused long enough at one point, to put the icing on his cake, slicing you both a piece and bringing it back to your work station, singing happy birthday to him.

“I hope your new trip around the sun is as memorable, healthy and successful as your previous.” You toasted him, placing a tender kiss to his curls as he blew out the candle you lit.

“As long as I have you and Kal on the journey with me,” Henry replied, pulling you into his lap. “I know it will be.” He smiled, kissing you on the lips.

[bertinworms]

I Wish You Would

Pairings: Tangerine x gn!civilian!drunk!reader

Tags/Warnings: cursing/language, alcohol alcohol consumption, drunk character, mention of gambling/betting, bar atmosphere, kissing/make out, mentions of fire arms/weapons

Word Count: 5.3K

Summary: You are drunk. Not “black out and forget the entire night “ drunk, but white girl at the club with her friends drunk. One of your bestest friends is getting married soon and tonight you and the rest of your eccentric friend group are club/bar hopping to celebrate the engagement! Your friend group told you to think about it like the bachelorette party before the bachelorette party. Whatever that means… The group isn’t a big group, only about seven people, but the seven people all come from various backgrounds. Three of your friends come from pretty well off families and happened to be in university for law school. One of your friends works for some huge tech company with something to do with security. One of them comes from a line of surgeons and happens to be in residency for surgery. Your best friend and bride-to-be comes from an extremely wealthy and famous family, you aren’t really sure what for, but you know it has to do with tycoons and business and yada yada. And then there was you. You were in university too, at the same establishment as the rest of the group, but you didn’t come from lines of money. You were in school for education. 

Various backgrounds or not, your bestie for the restie wants to go absolutely ballistic and celebrate her girlfriend finally popping the question, so of course your study buddy group just has to go out! With the intentions of bar and club hopping, you all end up at an arcade? Or a bowling alley? You aren’t really sure, but the place has heaps of alcohol, arcade games, a place to bowl, mini golf, and also some cute patrons….

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You honestly could not believe that you had agreed to this. You had been friends with your group for almost five years and you had always said you would do anything for them, but you never thought it meant being out since about 7:00 PM celebrating Ava May’s proposal. When you had gotten the notification that afternoon with an image attached, you were hoping that her partner, Jordan, had finally popped the question and you were right. And of course the groupchat had blown up.

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“Girls, Gays, & Daddies $$$”

Leoni: SHUT THE FUCK UP DID THEY REALLY PROPISE THIS TIME!!>>??!>!? Mateo: here comes leon with the typos 🙄 BUT OMG CONGRATS AVA!!!!!!! Camilia: HOOOOOOLYYYYY SHIT!!!!!!! FINALLY!!!!! THEY HAD THE FUCKING BALLSSSSS You: OMG YESS!!!!! WHEN’S THE WEDDING!!?? Elijah boo: FORGET the wedding!!!!! bitch, when are we CELEBRATING!!!!!! Naomi: omg can we PLEASE go out tonight!!!!???  Wrenster: omg ava congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it took them long enough!!!!!! Ava Bear: omg y’all already KNOW we’re going out tonight!!!!!! b @ my house 5pm SHARP troops 🫡

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Of course five o’clock came, and everyone in the group chat was at Ava’s house. You all got to congratulate Jordan and Ava on the engagement, and say hello to both their family’s, but quickly carried Ava away to party the night away. That was of course after all seven of you pregamed getting ready.

The group was a close knit one. You all were giggling and laughing and dancing around each other while getting ready, raiding Ava’s closet and her accessories and checking yourselves in the mirrors. Everyone had gone for outfits that made them stand out, but complemented their features. You had ended up in some brightly colored crop top that Ava had shoved into your hands, your sneakers, and some designer jeans that Mateo had said would have your ass looking like you did 500 squats a day. You had laughed and rolled your eyes at that. You were pretty sure Mateo just wanted you to feel sexy. 

The rest of the group had picked similar outfits. Some exposing skin, other’s exposing less skin but featuring skin-tight clothing pieces. Some had added accessories to their hair, their neck, their wrists and more. With six other bodies dancing around, you honestly hadn’t gotten a great look at everyone’s outfits – but you figured it didn’t matter anyway because by the end of the night most of those outfits would probably look a lot different from how they looked currently. And once everyone was ready, you all headed towards Ava’s car where a driver was waiting. And you all climbed in and pregamed some more.

Half of the group tended to be “partiers”not crazy party goers, but they liked to spend time when they could out having a good time. That didn’t really happen to be up your alley. You were a little more introverted than your friend group, especially since you didn’t necessarily have the same funds your friends did. The group loved paying your way through parties though and always made sure you were included, but the combination of feeling bad and not loving the party scene meant you didn’t go out with them as much as they probably would’ve liked you to. But this night was different. Everyone in the group had already sternly told you that tonight you and Ava were not spending a dime on anything. Mateo telling you that tonight that they were celebrating Ava’s engagement and also the rare occasion of you going all out tonight with them. 

You didn’t disagree.

And that’s how you and your friend group ended up at some club? Arcade? Bowling alley? Bar? You weren’t sure what to call it, but the place seemed to have it all.. There was a bar with many-a-drinks, bowling alley lanes, an arcade, neon minigolf, laser tag, and televisions everywhere, each featuring a different sporting event which you assumed was for people betting on games. 

It was loud, and dark, but also brightly lit all at the same time. You were cold, but kept comfortable with the warmth of your friend group buzzing around you. You were very out of your element. You would’ve been slightly uncomfortable if you hadn’t already had about seven? No, you think eight? You weren’t sure, but you and the rest of the group had a fair amount of alcohol in you. 

Right then, everything seemed a little fuzzy. You had glanced at your phone and thought you had read some time around 11:00 PM, but with Rihanna blasting over the speakers in the building, it was a little hard to concentrate. 

The group was currently at a bar-like table. Mateo, Elijah, Ava, and Naomi were currently on their fourth round of bowling with Ava still somehow in the lead. Leon, Wren and Camilia had snuck away from the group either to get more drinks or maybe to play mini golf, you really couldn’t remember. 

Your glossed over gaze was disturbed by Mateo standing up and stretching as long as he could, his arms reaching up a little revealing a bit of his stomach. 

“Okay, I am going back to the bar to get another drink, anyone else coming?” He said, eyes bouncing around the faces at the table. Nobody responded as they all seemed to be involved with something else at the time, so you stood up quickly.

“Mmmmmmm, I’ll come with Matty!” You smiled and trailed after him as he led the way to the bar.

“You know there’s some cuties here, you should try and chat one up.” He says, side eyeing you as you both arrive at the bar to look over what you want.

You roll your eyes and playfully push his shoulder. “That would be a grand idea except I’m drunker than a skunk currently and we’re here to celebrate Ava, not find me a date.” 

Mateo rolls his eyes as he orders both of your drinks and collects them. 

“Okay, yeah we are celebrating Ava, but you know good and damn well if I told that girl you saw a hot guy looking your way that she would jump on the idea of you making a move tonight.” Mateo chuckles as he finishes his sentence and starts walking you both back to the table, curving through the different people.

“I know, but tonight I’m just hanging out with you guys. I’m honestly shocked that nobody has attracted any spare wild men to the table with how loud and obnoxious we’re being tonight.” You laugh, a tiny hiccup slipping out of your mouth.

As you and Mateo round the corner to your table, Mateo sees the group before you and busts out into laughter. “Oh my dear, have you truly jinxed yourself tonight.” He walks the few steps to the table, puts the two drinks down. “Hellooooo boys!”

When Mateo steps aside, you're greeted by the eyes of two men who look like they don't belong here. They both are extremely attractive, but both appear to be in suits. Like suit suits. Like they could be working at the bank. You recognize the two as workers for Ava’s father. Bodyguards. Or honestly the word babysitters fit the situation too. ‘Babysitters with bullets,’ you think to yourself as you look down at one of the men’s waists, catching a glimpse of a not-so-hidden weapon.

Your thought is cut off by that said man speaking and your eyes trail from his waist to his face. He holds eye contact with you before speaking. “Sorry to crash this here lil shindig, but you lot should be wrapping all this,” he twirls a finger around in the air, referencing the group, “up pretty soon. It’s getting late.” 

Once he finishes his sentence, it’s now his turn to look at you. You watch his eyes look up and down, scanning what felt like every inch of your body, before he looks back to Ava as she begins to speak.

“Oh my god! Look, I know Daddy sent you two to “look after me”’ Ava uses huge air quotes, “but I’m old enough to make sure I don’t get fucking dragged off drunk off my fucking ass. We’re just celebrating, just chillax, yeah?” Ava lets out a giggle as she clearly slurs her words and then playfully slaps the shoulder of the man that hadn’t spoken yet. 

“Come on Tangerine, just let them be, yeah? They’re not doing any harm and they're all in one spot.” The man says, putting a hand on Tangerine’s shoulder, giving it a little squeeze and shake. If you remember right, you’re pretty sure he goes by Lemon. Or that’s what you’ve heard Ava’s father call him.

“Yeah Tangerine! Just let us chilllllll” Naomi drags out the last word as she tries to put a hand on his chest. He takes a step back away from her, his face slightly puckering up as it seems like he stifles a face of annoyance.

 You sit down next to Ava, across from where the open seat in front of Tangerine is.

“Look. Ava’s father gave clear instructions to make sure she doesn’t make any fucked decisions tonight. And seeing as sh–” Tangerine’s speech is cut off once more, this time surprisingly by Elijah.

“Look man, if your concern is making sure Ava isn’t dead in a ditch, why don’t you two just pull a seat up at the table. It isn’t like we’re going anywhere else tonight, just fucking sit and relax. Have a drink!” Elijah almost barks this out before returning to the game of bowling. He’s currently in second place, behind Ava and you know he’s dying to beat her. 

Lemon gives a nod before sitting down at the bar, grabbing Ava’s half finished beer and taking a swig. Tangerine on the other hand reluctantly takes a seat in front of you. You watch his demeanor once he’s sat. It seems like he’s avoiding your gaze, and you’re not sure why. You watch his face as he observes the people around you. You can’t tell if he’s just surveying the place or if he’s just uncomfortable. His body language looks stiff and his hands are clasped on the table in front of him.

“You have pretty eyes…” The sentence slips out of your mouth as you stare at him, rubbing your own eye as you feel yourself getting a little tired. You were hoping to break the silence. “Also pretty arms.” You let out a little giggle as you prop your head on your hand, continuing to stare at the pretty man sitting across from you.

You talking seems to bring him back to the group at hand. Or at least brings his attention to you. He gives you a weird look, seeming to calculate what to say. “And you seem pretty drunk, love.” He reaches across the table, grabbing your drink and taking a sip from it before returning it to you. “And that’s a pretty strong drink you got.”

You give yet another giggle, reaching for your drink and taking a sip. You were drunk all right, but you needed more liquid courage if you were going to be in the presence of this man. Your brain had fallen quiet and your friends seemed to not be coming to your rescue in this one. 

You recall a comment from Mateo earlier in the night about ‘letting you do your thing if you ever came across a hot ass man tonight.’ 

You had been around Tangerine and Lemon before. From what you could recall, they weren’t truly employed by Ava’s father. You’re pretty sure it was more like a freelance thing? They weren’t always around Ava and her family, but they were hired common enough for you to know exactly who they are and remember Tangerine. 

The first time you had ever met the two, the group was at a soccer game in the city. You were in Ava’s family’s suite at the game having a blast. You remember spotting Tangerine and asking Ava just who the tall man was exactly. After that, any time Tangerine and Lemon were hired to babysit Ava, you always basically gawked at the man. After Tangerine and Lemon left for the room, your friend group, especially Ava liked to tease you. Ava and Mateo knew you had a thing for Tangerine. Ava liked to get her father to hire the two as much as possible, especially if you were present. It meant you saw him often. It meant you thought about him often. You thought his curls were pretty and you could imagine what it would feel like to run your fingers through his beautiful hair. You could recall the accent he had. You thought the tattoos he had were attractive, or maybe it was just because they were on his arms. And god did he have pretty arms. 

You’re once again brought out of daydreaming, this time by Naomi sitting down by Tangerine and placing a hand on the back of his shoulder, and one hand on his chest. You don’t listen to what she’s saying, but by the look on their face, you know she’s flirting. And hard. You hear her let out a giggle as she makes some sort of comment about the man before you swap from sipping your drink to straight up downing it. 

You slam the cup down on the table and shoot up. “I’m off to get another drink..” You twirl around, maybe a little too fast, and begin heading for the bar.

You know the announcement of your departure was a little stern. You don’t know why, but it almost got on your nerves that Naomi was making a pass at the man. You let the jealousy stay for a second before rationalizing the thought. 

‘I’m not actually jealous. It’s late and I’m drunk, it isn’t that big of a deal, I’m just being silly.’ You think to yourself as you arrive at the bar, propping both elbows up onto the ledge and waiting for a bartender to notice you. You wipe your face hoping to clear your mind. 

While waiting your eyes slowly are drawn to one of the television hung above the bar – some wrestling match was going on. You notice the other people at the bar, their eyes glued to the screen. ‘I don’t understand why they are so invested.’ You think to yourself as you turn your attention back to in front of you, looking at the drink choices before noticing a man standing to your right. You turn your head and are happily met by the pretty blue eyes of a curly headed man.

You grin.

“Tangeriiinnnneeeeee” You draw out his name. You aren’t quite sure if it is on purpose or if you’re just drunk, but it didn’t matter as you watched the man’s lips twist into a smirk itself.

“Interested in the match, are we?” He asks, nodding back to the television.

“Mmmmmm, not quite. I’m not much of a sports fan.” You give a glance at the match before turning your attention back to him, noticing his shirt. He usually had it buttoned up all the way, as professional as you can get. But tonight, you notice at least two, maybe three buttons that seem to be open. You can see a tattoo peeking out from under his shirt. You take a deep breath before your eyes return to his. He had watched you check him out yet again.

You clear your throat before asking, “Are you a fan?”

He doesn’t break eye contact. “I am tonight.” 

A noise escapes your throat, almost a hum. He still hadn’t broken eye contact. Maybe it was just you, but it seemed like it had gotten hard to breathe. You felt like you hadn’t taken a breath in ages. “And why’s that?” You ask, still looking at him and still maintaining eye contact. 

In the moment you felt like the only thing in the room was him. 

“Got money on the small guy. Everyone likes an underdog story, yeah?” The smirk returns to his face.

You nod your head in agreement. Once again, your brain has gone blank. The sudden movement of his lips catches your attention as your eyes quickly dart down to his lips, and quickly dart back up to his eyes. He had watched that happen too.

As your eyes meet, your body forces you to take a deep breath. You notice he does the same. Maybe his breath had also been caught in his throat. You realize the sound of the world around you also comes back to you. 

You’re brought back to the real world completely as a bartender greets you and Tangerine, asking what you two will have. But before you can answer for yourself, Tangerine speaks for you.

“Water for this one, and whisky for me.” He says before telling the bartender exactly what he wants. As soon as the bartender turns to go grab the materials, you turn back to Tangerine.

“I can’t order for myself now?” You jokingly ask, your voice getting a little higher in disbelief as you raise both your eyebrows in fake disbelief.

He looks at you and gives a scoff. “You can, but I don’t know if you should be at this particular time darling.” He gives you a sly smile, one probably meant to comfort you. 

And you lose your breath again and you avert your eyes. You thought you had gotten confident, but you weren’t expecting him to call you that. You clear your throat. And start to mess with a laminated menu on the bar.

“So why exactly are you here tonight? You know this isn’t the first stop we’ve made, right?” You ask, trying to change the subject. Or at least to get him talking.

“We’ve been hanging back most of the night. Nothin’ suspicious has happened, but a few o’ you idiots are getting a little too far gone. Ava’s father sent us specifically to watch her. The rest of the group is just an added bonus. Don’t wanna make any rich parents mad, do we?” He asks the last part rhetorically. 

This time he’s the one looking away. He takes a drink while looking off. You can’t read the expression on his face, but it isn’t quite neutral. He looks like something is on his mind. 

“You don’t seem all that excited to be babysitting a bunch of adults. Why do you even take the jobs offered by Ava’s family? I assume there’s other things you could be doing.” After speaking you realize your tone seemed a little snippy. You hadn’t meant for it to come out rudely, but it did just a tad. You really were on a roll tonight. 

You didn’t want to necessarily influence the man to stop taking the jobs, but you were curious. You could tell by what he was wearing that he had money. In previous interactions, you had drawn the same conclusion. You weren’t extremely up to date with the latest fashion trends when it came to wealth, but you did know that the watch on his wrist looked very similar to one that Elijah had. And you knew it wasn’t cheap. Plus the extensive wardrobe the man seemed to have also led you to believe he was pretty well off for himself.

He half turns his head back to you, side eyeing you with a scrunched eyebrow.

 “A little touchy on the subject are we?” He asks you before setting his drink down. He rubs his chin before turning his face to yours.

 “Ava’s father pays well. The jobs easy, quick and usually clean. Easy money.” He pauses and you watch his eyes move down to your lips and back up to your eyes and then down to the drink back in his hand. “It's an added bonus that sometimes you idiots can be entertaining.” 

“Well. I’ll agree that they – we – can be quite entertaining. I can imagine it can be a little obnoxious at times.” A few times come to mind.

Like this year's New Years Eve party held at Ava’s. Camilia had drunk way too much champagne and had eaten quite a few shrimps. She was in the midst of a nasty break up with a pretty popular actor and had seen the reports of him attending a party that night with his co-star. A smile comes to your face as you remember the look of absolute horror on Tangerine’s face when Camilia had thrown up on him. You remember Lemon’s gasp.

Or the one time you, Ava, and Leon had somehow ran into one of Leon’s father’s old clients who had recently gotten out of prison. You three had been out shopping at the beach when the man confronted the group. Calmly at first, but very quickly drew a gun and began yelling at you three. Tangerine and Lemon had resolved the situation as quickly as the man had appeared.

Or one of the most recent events. For Ava’s birthday, she had thrown a huge, fancy party out of the country. Some place in Ireland, with almost a Bridgerton theme. Somehow you and Tangerine ended up in a room on the outskirts of a castle while the party was booming in the distance. You remember how close he had gotten to you. How close his face had gotten to yours. How he had stared at your lips for what felt like ages as you spoke. You remember the silence that happened after you had finished speaking, and the way his eyes darted quickly back to your eyes to just as quickly return to your lips. You also remember the way he had drawn away from you as Jordan had busted into the room looking for Ava. You weren’t one hundred percent sure, but you were pretty confident that if she hadn’t done so, Tangerine would have kissed you.

“I wouldn’t say ‘obnoxious’. Not all of you at least.” Tangerine says. He seems to have a distant look in his eyes. You wonder if the memory of you two alone in Ireland had come to mind. You hope it had. 

Eventually you and Tangerine began reminiscing on some of the funnier moments that had happened while him and Lemon had been present. 

You two had moved from the bar to a small table in a corner. Tangerine was still able to see the rest of your group, most importantly Ava. Even then, it wouldn’t have mattered anyways as Ava had convinced Lemon to join the current round of bowling. The group didn’t seem like they were going anywhere and neither did Lemon. 

The place was still as loud as ever, but in the corner it was a little easier to hear each other. The neon lights that were reflecting off of most everything in the building was giving Tangerine a glow. The lights were giving his hair a darker complexion than normal, while highlighting his blue eyes. If you weren’t sitting so close to him, you wouldn’t have noticed the details. But fortunately for you, you were. 

You were close enough to him to smell his cologne. He smelled almost like citrus. Or maybe like sandalwood? Or maybe like the inside of a linen closet? You weren’t exactly sure of the scent profile, but he smelled good. He smelled familiar. 

“Do you remember Ireland? That birthday party was insane! I don’t know how you two kept up with Ava that week, it felt like every ten seconds we were going somewhere new!” You let out a small laugh remembering just how crazy it had been. 

Tangerine rolls his eyes with a smile on his face. “You honestly think I would forget? I felt like I needed a leash on that girl. I wish she would have stayed around me or Lemon like you had during the trip.” His eyes light up a little as he scans your face. 

You hadn’t realized you had been so obvious on that trip. Most of the friend group had paired off in Ireland and you remember hoping to talk more to Tangerine on the trip. You hadn’t made it your priority of course, but during down times or sightseeing activities you had hoped to hear his thoughts.

The air got thin once more. You realized that you both were leaning in towards each other. You were sitting in your chair sideways. Your right elbow propped on the table, with your hand propping your head up turned towards Tangerine, your back turned to the group’s table. Tangerine was turned towards you, almost leaning into your space with his right arm draped over the back of your chair, his hand hung in the open air between the back of your chair and your side. His left arm draped into his lap. Your legs sandwiched in between his. 

You hadn’t realized just how physically close you too were. Talking with him and drinking water seemed to have sober you up some. Realizing how close you were to him also helped to sober you up in the moment. Your eyes trailed to his lip as you went to speak.

“Well, I’d never pass up the chance to be around you all day.” You say, a little softly as you had grown even more distracted by each and every centimeter of his face. You think about how soft his skin would feel in your hands. 

You readjust yourself, trying to redirect your thoughts. You sit up a little straighter and let your hand that had been previously holding up your head fall into your lap. It unintentionally brushes Tangerine’s knee and you watch it slightly move, almost shocked by the touch. Sitting up like you were now meant that your face was even closer to his. You really hadn’t realized how much you two were leaning into each other. 

You're staring at Tangerine’s lips when your eyes rush back to his as he places a hand right above your knee. You watch as he begins to lean in, his eyes on your lips. Before you can even process that his hand is practically on your thigh. He stops an inch away from you, his eyes moving up to meet your glance. His eyes meet yours for only a second before they move back down to your lips, and once again back to your eyes. You could feel him let a breath out, nearly a scoff.

“You’re extremely drunk.” He says dryly. and goes to pull away from you.

“I was dead sober in Ireland.” You quickly remark before retaking the distance he had put between the two of you. You plant a quick kiss on his lips. 

“I haven’t forgotten about Ireland either.” You say softly as you move one of his curls behind his ear that had fallen when you kissed him a little too forcefully, the fear of missing another chance had brought some adrenaline into your system. Your hand makes its way to the back of his head as you begin to play with his hair. “I’ve been hoping you would be around more after that trip. Especially after the party.”

The hand Tangerine had set previously on your knee quickly moves to your face as he gently goes to hold your chin before lifting it up. This time h initiates the kiss. He’s more gentle than you were. 

You grin into the kiss, only slightly thinking about how contrasting the situation was. The harsh man kisses gently, yet you, a more soft person kissed him like you were a thirteen year old kissing their crush at the school dance, afraid to be seen.

His hand moves from your chin to hold your head as he pulls you in more. Once he’s pulled you in as close as he can, his hand trails to your waist where it rests. Both of your hands quickly move back to his head where you pull him in closer.

His mustache tickles you, but you don’t care. All you could think about was how his head felt in your hands. How you wanted to be closer to him. How his hand was pulling your waist in. How his lips felt against yours. How you felt like you were breathing for the first time this entire night. 

Your breath hitches as you feel his fingers dig into your waist. You feel yourself becoming warm as your attention is drawn to the fact that his skin is touching yours. Both of Tangerine’s hands are now holding on to your waist, pulling you in even more if it’s possible. One of his hands begins to trail up your back. It feels like he’s trying to find a better way to pull you closer to him, but at this point if you two got any closer you would be in his lap. 

You accidentally let out what you think is supposed to be a gasp as one of his hands runs back down your spine, returning to your waist once more. This doesn’t faze Tangerine as he takes the short break from your lips to move both his hands now to either side of your head as he pulls you back into the kiss, not without a short and breathy ‘shit’ that escapes his mouth. 

You aren’t sure who initiates the harsher kiss, but you didn’t care. As Tangerine bites your lower lip, you let out a breath and you grab onto the neckline of his unbuttoned shirt. Tangerine plants one last hard kiss onto your lips he pulls away, and leans into your ear before.

“I’d slow your breathing down, we’re about to have a visitor, yeah?” He plants a kiss on your cheek and pulls his head back to look at you before wiping your lips to get rid of some spit that had been left from when you two had separated. “Gotta make sure you look good too, dear.” 

He takes a deep breath in, clears his throat and seats back against his chair, while running both of his hands over his head in an attempt to put his hair back in place after you had tussled it. He then leans back in his chair, giving a smile at the unwelcome visitor.

You wipe your hands over your face, and then over your own hair in an attempt to self soothe. You take a deep breath yourself as you try to slow your breathing and your heart rate. You wipe your hands down the thighs of your jeans before turning to meet whoever was coming towards you.

“Hey, you guys ready to go? Lemon is rounding up the rest of the group now. Ava and Elijah finally got bored with bowling.” Naomi says before finishing the drink she had in hand.

“Right. We’ll be over shortly.” Tangerine says, raising his eyebrows at Naomi and turning his attention back to you. You give her a smile and a nod to acknowledge her. As she goes to walk back to the table, you turn yourself back towards Tangerine.

“Glad we weren’t interrupted before this happened. Hope it was worth the wait.” Tangerine says giving you a sly smile.

You let out a half hearted laugh. If you thought nothing was in your brain beforehand, it was even more empty now. All you could think of now was when you would be alone with him again. 

“How long did you say you and Lemon were staying this time around?” You manage to get out, looking up at him. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but you also wanted to do this again. 

Tangerine chuckles as he fixes his shirt from where you had grabbed it as he goes to answer, “I’m in the city for a couple of days. Off work too.” He tucks a curl behind his ear. “You have something in mind that could keep me busy?”

You nod your head as you give out a short laugh. “Ask me out to a proper dinner and I think we could figure something out."

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A/N: hey home slices, so here's this. i recently rewatched the movie, and am about to read the book and thought i would write something. who knows if i'll write more, but it was fun lol if you liked this, check out my master list! --> HERE

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DISASTEROLOGY ☆ Can we create something beautiful and destroy it? Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination🎧 Ethan Landry is in love with his best friend and has no idea what to do about it.

TAGS: [16+, Ethan Landry x fem!reader, suggestive themes, maybe hinting to some darker themes, friends to lovers, slowburn, bro jerks it, No ghostface (yet at least), Ethan is shy, but also super horny, minimal use of y/n, submissive and breedable ethan, one sided pining (or is it), reader is punk coded, two stupid shawties in love, i want him so bad bro]

A/N: I’ve been slacking on writing so here’s…something. You are now reading a partially ai generated scream fanfic #womeninstem fr.

The background noise of some campy horror movie droned on as the makeshift ambience of Ethan’s cramped dorm room where he and y/n studied, surrounded by textbooks and empty soda cans. They had been studying for hours, going over their notes for their upcoming exams. Ethan found himself becoming more and more distracted by her presence… something that was more than counterintuitive for a study session.

"So, you wanna to take a break?" She asked, snapping Ethan out of his thoughts. "We've been studying for hours."

Ethan nodded, grateful for the excuse to take his mind off of his growing attraction to her. He rummaged through his mini-fridge and pulled out a couple of cold sodas, handing one to his friend.

“Nah ,I’m good man, can you pass me my coffee?” Her rolled his eyes, leaning back over to hand her the can of espresso.

“You drink like ten of those a day, how are you not dead?”

“No I don’t”

“ I watched you chug an iced mocha before Econ.” He eyed her skeptically as she cracked open her drink.

“It’s literally the same thing dude.” She pointed at the coke in his hand and she plopped onto his bed, Sprawling out dramatically and making herself comfortable. She had taken off her jacket and the neon green misfits logo printed on her shirt did little to help Ethan’s eyes being perpetually drawn to how it hugged her abdomen.

"So, what do you want to do?" She asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

Ethan shrugged, not sure what he wanted to do. His eyes kept wandering back to her, and he was having trouble focusing on anything else. He shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat, trying to gauge how obvious his growing problem was.

She noticed his discomfort and raised an eyebrow. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Ethan replied stiffly, hoping she wouldn't notice.

She looked at him, her expression temporarily unreadable before she lapsed back into discussing their academic schedule. Ethan tried to focus on what she was saying, he really did, but all he could think about was how badly he wanted to touch her. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking this…she was his friend, one of his closest friends, if he was honest. Despite his thoughts being private he couldn’t help but feel he was violating some covenant of friendship or personal privacy. The thoughts he’d found him occupied with regarding her late at night were certainly not exactly…friendly.

Suddenly, she let out a yawn, stretching her arms above her head. As she did, her t-shirt lifted up, revealing a strip of soft, smooth skin. Ethan's eyes widened, and he quickly averted his gaze before his mind ventured too far into what exactly it would feel like were he too take her hips in his hands and-

"Sorry," She scoffed amusedly, noticing Ethan's reaction. "Didn't mean to gross you out with my yawn."

"No, no, it's fine," Ethan stammered. "I'm just a little tired."

She gave him a sympathetic smile. "Yeah, I know the feeling. Maybe we should call it a night."

Ethan nodded, relieved to have an excuse to end the evening. He stood up, trying to hide his growing erection from her view. "Yeah, that sounds good."

As he walked her to the door, he was acutely aware of her proximity. He could smell her perfume, some kind of soap that lingered with a musky scent that made his head spin. He couldn’t believe he was basically huffing her pheromones at this point.

He tried to hide his attraction, but his body had other ideas. His hard-on was pressing painfully against his jeans, and he knew he had to do something before she noticed.

"Thanks for coming over," he said, his voice strained. "It was good to see you."

She smiled at him, a warm, genuine smile that made Ethan's heart skip a beat. "Yeah, we should do this again sometime."

Ethan nodded, watching as she walked down the hallway and out of sight, shifting the weight of her backpack on her shoulder, not missing how her ass looked in her cargo pants.

He waited until he heard the sound of her footsteps fade away before he retreated back into his room. He quickly locked the door and stripped off his pants, revealing his hard-on in all its distracting, demanding glory.

With a sigh of relief, he took himself into his hand. He was already more than half hard, something he might have found embarrassing had he the presence of mind to lucidly consider that she had gotten him so worked up from just fucking yawning and sitting in his room.

“Fuck” he gritted out, remembering how she’d stretched, how she’d looked splayed out on his bed even though she had done so rather goofily, dropping like a fainting victorian hysteric. She was so funny, too, he couldn’t stand it. His abs tightened and his hand sped up as he imagined the scene he’d previously spectated, except now he was joining her on the bed like he’d wanted to but was too afraid to, crawling atop her, pinning her by the hips against the mattress with her in that stupid fucking tee shirt, his thumbs pressing against her hipbones. His hand travelled to the spot on the bed where she’d been laying as if searching for any of her warmth the comforter may have retained.

“God, Yes” he seethed, shaking as he came in his hand. It was quick, not even near enough, but he would’ve cried had he not been relieved of the tension that had built up throughout the night. With this relief came a price; he felt a profound sense of shame that just moments prior to her departure he touched himself to the thought of her. More than the shame, he felt a certain coldness, like a chasm had opened in his chest because she wasn’t here to hold him and he was alone in his bed.

As his breathing slowed he laid there, hoping that he could keep his attraction to her under control the next time they hung out.

Ethan nervously fidgeted with his pen as he tried to focus on his textbook. Due to the house party occurring that night, Chad was mandatorily out of the dorm leaving it free for Ethan and y/n to reconvene and study.

“Man, you are fuckin whipped” Chad had laughed when Ethan had explained why he wasn’t going to be in attendance. With a flushed face Ethan denied the accusation instead insisting he just needed to study for Econ.

However, his mind kept wandering to his friend, who was sitting across from him, flipping through a fangoria magazine.

She looked up and caught Ethan's gaze. "What's up, dude? You seem distracted," she inquired with an amused grin, peeking over the edge of the magazine cover.

Ethan quickly looked away, feeling his face flush. "Uh, nothing. Just trying to study," he mumbled.

She chuckled. "Yeah, good luck with that. You've been staring at the same page for the past ten minutes."

Ethan felt his heart race at the sound of her laugh. He couldn't help but find her charming and captivating. But he knew he had to keep his feelings in check. She was just a friend, he reminded himself, and he didn't want to risk ruining their friendship.

“here's the thing, man. You can't just tell her you like her out of nowhere. You have to set the stage first." Chad leveled, hauling a six pack out of his trunk.

"What do you mean?" Ethan took the beers handed to him as they made their way back to the dorm.

"Well, you need to start by showing her that you're interested in her as more than a friend. Start by flirting with her a little bit. See how she responds. If she seems receptive, then you can start to, uh…ramp things up."

Ethan looks skeptical.

"But what if she doesn't feel the same way? I don't want to make things awkward between us."

Chad grunted, tossing his keys on his bed.

"Look, man, I'm not going to lie to you. There's always a chance that things could get awkward. But you're never going to know if you don't try. And trust me, it's better to know where you stand than to spend all your time wondering 'what if?’”

"Okay, I see your point. But what if I mess it up? What if I say the wrong thing or do something stupid?"

Chad laughs.

“Then you pretend you meant to do it, confidence is key man.” He picks up the Stab 4 DVD case discarded on Ethan’s desk.

“Besides, I know y/n. She likes weird.” He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle a laugh, tossing Ethan the disk.

“Ask her to watch a movie with you, set the scene. Once you’re all nice and cozy…that’s when you lay the moves.”

“Hey uh, you wanna watch a movie?”

Y/n set down the magazine, rolling over to allow Ethan some space on the bed, flashing him a shit eating grin.

“I thought you’d never ask”

Ethan shut his textbook shakily, joining her on the bed. They had done this countless times before, he didn’t understand what was suddenly so different. He’d always thought of her as cute, but only recently did he find himself acutely aware of the heat emanating from her when they sat together, his newfound spacial awareness leaving him dizzy in her presence.

Surrounded by an array of horror movies and snacks, The flickering light of the TV illuminated their faces as they watched a particularly gruesome scene play out on the screen.

She chuckled at the sight of a decapitated head rolling across the floor, "Damn, that's one way to lose your head," she quipped. His chest rose and fell in silent amusement at the irony of her quip. If he had been a bolder man, someone like Chad, he might have mentioned to her that he’d found another way.

As the movie continued, Ethan's eyes kept darting towards her, admiring the way the light from the screen softened her features. Much to his alarm, she caught his gaze and smiled at him,

"What's up, Ethan? Why are you staring at me like that?" His Adam’s apple bobbed at the way she said his name and he quickly averted his gaze, "Oh, nothing. Just...you know, watching the movie."

She raised an eyebrow, "Uh-huh, sure you are. That’s why you’re staring at me like I just lost-boys morphed in front of you.”

Ethan blushed again as he recalled Chad’s words. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so obvious. It's just...you're really pretty. And I don't mean that in a weird way or anything, it's just that...well, you're you, you know?"

She stopped laughing and averted her gaze, smiling.

“Thanks, Ethan. You are too” Her voice was softer than usual, Ethan scolded himself before he read too far into it.

She was just complimenting him back, that was all.

He felt his body tense up as he tried to ignore the growing arousal between his legs. He shifted uncomfortably, hoping she wouldn't notice.

Luckily for him, she seemed oblivious to his internal struggle and playfully poked him in the side. "Hey, are you ticklish?" she asked.

Ethan laughed nervously, trying to hide his discomfort. "N-no, not really," he stuttered.

She smirked mischievously. "Well, we'll just have to test that theory," she said, tickling him.

Ethan couldn't help but let out a small moan as her fingers danced deftly along his sides. His body betrayed him, and he felt himself growing harder by the second.

She finally stopped tickling him and looked up at him. "You okay, Ethan? You seem a little...tense," she said, concern etched on her face.

Ethan swallowed hard, trying to compose himself. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired," he lied.

She didn't seem convinced but didn't push the issue. Instead, she snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his chest. Ethan felt his heart race as he realized how close they were. There was no way she couldn’t hear how fast his heart was beating, he was sure of it. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, and it only made his arousal worse. She was so warm, and so soft from what he could feel of her. He could feel the weight of her against him, the smell of her skin; if she happened to look away at the screen, if she looked down even once…

he couldn't take it anymore. He excused himself and quickly made his way to the bathroom, hoping she wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants.

Once he was alone, he locked the door and leaned against the counter, trying to catch his breath. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had gotten an erection while sitting next to his best friend, and he was mortified.

He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to compose himself. His face was flushed, and he could feel his heart racing. He knew he couldn't go back out there like this. He had to take care of the problem.

With shaking hands, Ethan unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. He was rock hard, and he couldn't believe how turned on he was by such an innocuous touch. He closed his eyes and began stroking himself, trying to be as quiet as possible. His chest rose and fell as he leaned against the counter, eyes squeezed shut as he tried not to whimper, resolving the bite the collar of his flannel as he imagined her hand was his. Would she handle him softly or as fast and needy as he handled himself?

As he neared the edge, he let out a muffled groan, trying to stifle his orgasm. But it was no use. He erupted in a sticky mess, mouthing a silent “oh fuck” his cum splattering onto the counter and floor.

Ethan leaned against the wall, panting heavily. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He quickly cleaned up the mess with a towel and washed his hands, looking up at his reflection. He looked disheveled, his eyes wild and bright, pupils blown wide, cheeks and lips cherubically flushed, his curls framing the debauched portrait of his face. As he unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out, he felt like a different person. He was no longer the shy, awkward Ethan Landry. He was a fraud, pretending to be something he wasn't.

She was still on his bed, engrossed in the movie. The scene would have driven him crazier had he not just received some of his pent up tension. She looked up at him and smiled. "Feel better?" she asked.

Ethan forced a smile, feeling like a liar. Like he was wearing a mask. "Yeah, much better," he said, trying to hide his shame.

As the night wore on, Ethan found himself growing increasingly distant from her . He couldn't bear the thought of her discovering his secret, and he knew he had to keep his feelings in check. But as he watched her laugh and playfully joke with him, he realized how much he wanted to be more than just friends.

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Hello! I found your account because of the tags and I think it’s awesome that you have a variety of so many Anime’s and Characters. If you don’t mind, could you do Attack on Titan guys reacting to a really attractive reader in the Training Corps? For Levi, you could do either when he’s joined the Survey Corps or when he’s first met her. It’s completely fine if you can’t but thanks if you can. Sorry if I bothered you! Have a great morning/afternoon/night!

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Omg, my first request, thanks so much for leaving this! Alright, so what I’m inferring from this request is that you want s1-s3 content and that people from the survey corps found you attractive!

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¡AOT characters react to an attractive reader!

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Eren Yeager

Eren's reaction to first seeing you is a mixed feeling of tenderness and fluster.

Eren would initially feel a bit awkward or shy, especially if he is preoccupied with his goals.

Eren might however feel a genuine connection or interest to you, he could become more open and engaged with you.

Eren would most likely 90% of the time stare into your eyes, it would definitely be his favourite part about you.

Eren can't help but feel a connection with you whenever he gets lost in your eyes.

Eren's interactions with you, though brief, you leave a lasting impression on him, sparking a newfound hope amidst the darkness.

Eren starts to notice the small details about you, like your smile or the sound of your laughter.

Eren finds himself imagining a future where they might find happiness together amidst the chaos of their world.

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Armin Arlet

Armin is struck by your presence, finding a sense of calmness amidst the chaos when he looks at you.

Armin and his usual shyness stops him from interacting with you, but he feels a desire to approach and engage with you.

Armin's shared moments with you, no matter how brief, leaves a profound impact on him, stirring feelings he's not accustomed to.

Armin begins to notice the small quirks and nuances about you, finding joy in your shared mini-conversations.

Armin has his insecurities, but despite them, he feels a surge of courage, compelled to get closer to you

Armin was intrigued by your presence, he would find himself studying your features with a keen interest, noting your mannerisms with an analytical mind.

Armin might initially feel a bit bashful or unsure of how to approach you, particularly if he's interested in getting to know you better.

Armin will notice when the opportunity arises, he may offer small, subtle gestures of friendliness, such as a polite smile or a nod of acknowledgement of your features.

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Jean Kirstein

Jean's attention would be quickly caught by your features, and he would find himself drawn to your presence almost instinctively.

Jean's observation would be more overt and confident. He'd openly admire your physical appearance.

Jean's natural charisma would come into play as he considers how to approach you.

Jean might flash a charming smile or offer a casual compliment, aiming to make a favourable impression.

Jean's outward confidence might be a subtle undercurrent of competitiveness or a desire to assert himself.

Jean may subconsciously see the encounter as a chance to prove his charm and appeal.

Jean would likely be eager to engage with you in conversation, seeking to showcase his wit and charm.

Jean would be confident in his ability to hold their interest and make a lasting impression.

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Reiner Braun

Reiner's attention would be captured by you prompting a moment of curiosity as he takes in your appearance and demeanor.

Reiner's admiration might be more subtle and restrained. He'd quietly appreciate your attractiveness, but without overtly expressing his interest.

Reiner's interactions with an attractive individual like you would likely be gentle and respectful, as he strives to make you feel comfortable and valued.

Reiner would be open to engaging in conversation with you, offering a friendly and supportive presence.

Reiner might try to offer subtle assistance or guidance to you when he first sees you, using his skills and knowledge to aid you.

Reiner might experience a subtle internal conflict upon noticing you.

Reiner's sense of duty to the mission and his comrades clashes with any personal desires or feelings that may arise when he first sees you.

Reiner's introverted nature leads him to quietly contemplate the significance of someone like you being here.

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Levi Ackerman

Levi never thought it would be possible that his interest would be kindle when it came to the new cadet

Levi's keen eyes would quickly take in your appearance, analysing the features you hold with a sharp gaze.

Levi assesses them with a trained eye, noting any potential threats or vulnerabilities.

Levi's stoic nature remains unchanged as he observes you from a distance, maintaining his usual air of detachment. He doesn't openly show any reaction to your attractiveness, keeping his emotions closely guarded.

Levi's curiosity is piqued by how someone who looks like you is even physically possible.

Levi may feel a subtle sense of interest in you, though he keeps this to himself. He remains cautious, wary of letting his guard down in the presence of someone new.

Levi decided to interact with you through harsh and snarky comments, for example, he would make you clean the stable just to speak a few words to you.

Levi would turn away from you and smile slightly and then get mad at himself for doing that, and that's when he would ignore you for the rest of the day.

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