#another one of those couldnt help myself

[fratboykate]

I feel like Yelena in the stepmom AU! Cracks after a week because she misses her girls so much. And she tries calling only to find out Kate blocks her on everything and realizes that oh, she really fucking hurt Kate, and not only did she hurt Kate, but she hurt Ri, and it’s one thing to hurt Kate but to hurt Ri puts her on a whole nother type of shit list, but we also know this woman is determined and will even send a carrier pigeon if it means getting some morsel of acknowledgment from the woman she’s head over heels for. And I can see her sending letters every week and post cards and photos of her life in Russia because even though yeah she fucked up, Kate was still her best friend. And I can see Kate throwing away the first couple because she’s so mad but then when it’s late, and she’s had a couple glasses of wine and Tom has been sent home after doing his due diligence, she’ll read them and cry and curse Yelena and apart of her wants to unblock her and message her and tell Yelena that she misses her. But she doesn’t because she’s stubborn and hurt and angry, so instead she collects the letters and post cards and photos and sticks them in a drawer that she goes through late at night when she really misses her. And I feel like Ri “accidentally” discovers them. But because Ri is smarter then your average bear, she’s not about to let her mom know, so instead I can see her dropping hints about how much she misses Yelena and how much she wants to talk to her and how she wishes there was a way she could talk to Yelena before Kate finally relents, unblocks her and messages her. And of course you’ve got Tom who’s trynna to keep his family together and maybe he’s trying to get Kate knocked up again because he’s petty and just wants them back

Damn papi knows how to create that good drama! How does yelena come back from this?! How do they end up getting back together?!

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Can we get Santa Papi back? She’s much nicer than that heartbreaking angsty mess you just dragged us by the hair through! I missed your writing but damn did I forget how much you make it hurt too. Guess we’re all a little S&M up at the ranch, huh? 😂 Could you please patch up our wounds a bit and share how Yelena wins Kate back? I can’t imagine Yelena’s return and apology tour going too smoothly. Does Ri forgive her easily or is our little menace a grudge holder?

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Ooh it’s getting good!! What happens next?? We allowed a part 2?? I have so many questions

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Kate chops vegetables for dinner while Ri sits on one of the tall breakfast stools, working on homework while humming a song.

A knock on the door. Kate knits her brow. She was surprised to have a visitor. She heads for the entrance and caresses Ri's cheek before placing a soft kiss on the crown of her head as she walks past her.

"Honey, that looks like chicken scratch. Start over."

"But mom..."

"Erase it and start over."

"UGH!"

Kate swings the door open and her older sister stands on the other side.

"You never come over unannounced unless someone died or...yeah, the only time you've ever come without calling was when Aunt Stevie choked on prawns, so who was it?"

Susan snickers.

"Can we talk?"

Susan glances towards the kitchen, where Ri sits. Kate understands and walks in that direction. Susan follows suit. When she enters, Ereka lights up.

"Suzu!"

"Hi baby bear! What are you working on?"

"My letters!"

"Those look AMAZING!"

"See, momma! My writing is good."

"Lying won't help her get better, dude."

"Honey, why don't you go into your room and finish this there?"

"I'm fine here, thank you."

"I posed it as a question out of courtesy, but it actually wasn't."

Kate tells her firmly.

"Living in this house is like living in a dictatorship."

"When you contribute to the bills, we can have a discussion about transitioning to a democracy."

Kate banters back instantly.

"SO UNFAIR. THIS HAS TO BE A VIOLATION OF MY HUMAN RIGHTS!"

Ereka exclaims dramatically as she hops off the stool and stomps to her room.

"I know. The utter torture of having to trace the alphabet in the comfort of your private bedroom. A crime."

"Are we sure she's five?"

Susan asks, chortling at the display between the two.

"I check her birth certificate regularly to make sure I'm not remembering wrong, but I guess she is."

"Then are you SURE she's Tom's?"

"Has crossed my mind too, but yes. Trust me. It's a mystery how that perfect little thing is something the two of us made...What is it? What do you want to talk to me about?"

After a concerningly long beat, Suze speaks.

"Your girlfriend called me."

"Far as I know I don't have a girlfriend."

"Apparently you blocked her on everything."

"Funny she would call you now, two months after the fact and not me before she fucking picked up and fucked off to the other side of the world."

Kate scoffs.

"She sounded pretty broken up."

"Good."

"She wants to talk to you."

"Tough fucking luck because I don't wanna talk to her. I want nothing to do with her. Nothing."

"Is that what you want me to tell her? That you don't want to hear what she has to say? That you're not at all curious about her reasons for leaving and if she's now trying to make it right? Because the Kate I know is much too curious for that and it would eat her up forever if that's what I told her but...if that's what you want me to do, I'll make the call right now."

"Tell her I said she can shove her excuses and explanations up her..."

[piplupod]

my method of "getting better" has just been Do Everything Possible and latch onto whatever gives you any sense of purpose and/or joy. and i guess it's been working because i am definitely not in quite the same place that i was a few yrs ago

[hehehereliesmysanity]

The Set-Up / Part 2

Part 1 / Part 3

A little Wilmon Social Media AU

[ittibittium]

i think i accidentally paraglided myself into an end-game quest of totk this is me accidentally falling off a roof into the ganon fight while trying to see how high i could climb in botw all over again. i havent even done the start of game quests yet or gotten any of the sages KFJDSJKGH

[coridallasmultipass]

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[krashoutluv]

Imagine Ak Jason that's been with his s/o for a long while and they're comfortable having sex and all and he makes them squirt. How's the man reacting? I gotta know!

I GOTCHU ANON I GOT YOUUUUUUUUUU🫡🫡

Ak!Jason Todd n’ Squirting ((NSFW, EXPLICIT/DETAILED))

reader has coochie but no gender terms used :p

unless doll is gendered to you

‘tis under the cut >:]

TOTALLY AN EGO BOOSTER 4 HIM !!

He likes knowing he’s fucking you good and how good hes doing so🤤🤤

and he totally didn’t google “how to squirt” to get this to happen

IM LAUGHISNF SO HARD—

—LISTEN HE KNOWS THERES GOTTA BE SOME SCIENCE BEHIND IT.

he skimmed like the first page of articles (he read every fuckin link.) before clicking off bc he felt kinda cringe and acted like nothing happened

HE DEF GOT ALL THAT SHIT MEMORIZED THOUGH.

but he’s also smart enough to that majority of it is communication and it doesn’t mean hes doing bad if you cant squirt

but he really wanted to make you squirt. *picture cut to him grabbing his chest while curled up in a ball on the floor*

JASON’S body was pressed onto yours almost fully, grinding his dick into your pussy. The wet coarse noises of your twos hips pressing into each other, and the lewd noises leaving your mouth filled the room. One of his hands intertwined with your own, the other rubbing at your clit. He placed a pillow under your ass so he could push your cock at all the right places. His pelvis grinding into your pussy, dick angled at your g-spot cushioning out your steady moans. Jasons face was buried between your neck softly breathing as he used his whole body to rhythmically pace himself against you. Taking in all of you, your soft sticky skin pressed against his own, every inhale and exhale of your chest, the way your hips randomly bucked up as he pushed against you. Those moans. He closed his eyes, letting his body passionately feel you out, running orgasm after orgasm out of you. You’re breathing sharpened and you threw your head back. You start grinding your wet pussy into him, letting your other hand trail up to his hair softly kneading his black hair locs. He involuntarily let off a deep “mmh…” He sped up his movements, rutting his hips a bit faster then yours. Jason just barely pulled out and pushed in, his cock still at your g-spot before grinding back down on your wet cunt. Stuttering your breaths, you let out a soft”Fuck,,, fuck,,, fuck….” before being able to whine out how you wanted his hand, playing with your clit to move faster. He started rubbing fast circular motions across your cunt, obscene noises of your soaking cunt got louder. He started pumping his cock against your g-spot, letting go of your hand to prop your legs up for him before intertwining your fingers once more. He pulled his face from your neck to watch your cunt come undone, letting out heavy breaths along your chest. Your mind had started going foggy, only being able to feel his body against yours and the sticky sensation between your legs, you inhaled and before a sudden hit of tranquil hit your body. Exhaling, your hips relaxing as you felt the heat of a intense orgasm hit you. Jason watched as squirts of hot liquid sloppily bounced against his happy trail. He had no problem physically staying quiet but mentally he was holding on by a thread. Continuously fucking you through your pleasure, before slowing down and looking back up at your relaxed body.

“You got another one of those in you doll?” he said through hot breaths peering up at you with those big pretty blown out blue eyes.

oh yeah, that egos peaking tonight.

This was fun writign hejshehhdhehee

COULDNT HELP MYSELF I KNOW HES GOOGLED IT BEFORE!! I KNOW ITTT!! *IM BEING DRAGGED OUT OF THE ROOM WHILE YELLING*

ILL DIE ON THIS HILL JASON WOULDNT BE DIRTY TALKER TILL LATER IN THE RELATIONSHIP!! (m gonna make a list of shit he’d say dw yall dw..)

he so proud of himself though

inbox is open if yall want more !!

[haroldthehuckleberry]

Pregnant boy-toy part 2/3

cw: mpreg, sex, controlling language, speed pregnancy

we sat and spoke for a few hours about the baby but i couldnt take my mind off how fucking sexy he was, i dont know if its the hormones but his physique and just everything was sending me wild, luckily my mountain belly was hiding my rock-hard cock in my sweatpants. the same couldnt be said for him… his massive member was clearly solid in his tight jock strap, he moved on to the couch next to me and my cock and cunt only twitched for him more.

his massive hands rested on my belly that dwarfed the tanned, veined beauties on the end of his wrists, his right hand slipped my tight vest up over my mountain-belly letting every inch of its tight skin breathe meanwhile his left hand glided up and down my thigh as my cock twitched and my cunt pulsed for him. suddenly i looked at myself and realised how much id changed, normally no man could drive me crazy enough to want him this much but its true- i needed him. i needed to please him. a whimper of a moan slipped out my lips followed by his gruff voice saying “good boy” to sooth me, those goddamn words that pissed me off to no-end only months ago are now ruling me those two words nearly made me cum on the spot when he say this though he wasn’t impressed

“tut tut, no slut of mine cums before i allow it” he bellowed as he pinched my sensitive swollen nipple causing me to moan again and drizzle a little milk for the first time “s-s-sorry” i whimpered in hopes hed allow me to cum, “sorry *what*” he said assertively “sorry d-d-daddy” i mutter half ashamed at how far id fallen for this God-like man and half so turned on it was starting to hurt my cock, “what a good little slut” he grinned as he pulled me up by my back and escorted me upstairs…

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i lost count of how many times he came on my stomach of mass proportion but i was still not allowed. and i loved it. to think only jours ago i would have scoffed and rolled my eyes over being used like a machine but this is what i needed this whole time, i needed this man to control me. i assumed after i was finally allowed to cum i would leave and later plan the babies up-bringing but my daddy had different plans…

after another few hours of not cuming daddy finally let me and it exploded all over my belly-base as my cunt twitched and throbbed while his cock was being pulled out, i felt his spawn and his cum sloshing around inside me, i was full. maximum capacity. i didnt think my belly could get bigger when i arrived but it clearly has, i cant even sit up and i know daddy will only punish me if i ask for help so instead i ask permission to fall asleep, he grants me it before he gets me to suck him off one last time, i must obey.

after a great night sleep i expected to wake up to a slightly deflated belly as i assumed the cum would have been absorbed or whatever but no… my belly was EVEN bigger again my skin was so tight it looked nearly see through i looked about 18 months pregnant!! “WHAT THE FUCK!!” i screamed “shut it slut!” daddy shouted back twisting my pecs that had also swollen more over night, this pain added to the sight and feel of my belly immediately made my cock and cunt stand at attention ready for anything daddy wants me to do “p-p-please explain daddy” i beg trying not to make it obvious im ready for him whenever he wants me, “ you see,” he growls “my cum isnt like any other, i can get you pregnant no matter how far along you already are, and my spawn tend to grow bigger than the average” he puts his hand assertively on my globe of a stomach “normally my sluts come to me only a few months in so i have more time to utilise their breed-able bodies but you where naughty, you came to me late. so for this, i must teach you a lesson”

authors note:

thank you so much for the love on part one! i hope you enjoy this part too i have a rough plan for maybe one more part so unless i get an amazing idea there will probably be one more part to this series!

[cyjlovebott]

૮ ◜ᵕ◝ ㅅ ა tangled ?! | choi beomgyu.

a/n : writing this on phone so bare w me rn, anyways aaa! since ain hit it off, im here w bb beomgyu ! another short one. cant guruantee it, but might do a part two on this one

warnings : clit stimulation, praisesish, degrading, pet names, tit sucking, fingering, y/n being a slut with those eyes, very rushed, NOT PROOFREAD!

genre : smut, fluff

pairing : idol¡beomgyu & hairstylist¡reader

becoming a hairstylist for idols was the TOUGHEST job. even though it had benefits, like meeting idols and interacting with them, the amount of pressure and training you had to go through was crazy. the way every detail of each strand of hair had to be coordinated properly, and how to make their hair look messy, but messy in a good way.

after training, you were sent to go to txt, ever since minisode1, you always thought about how much you went through just to be able to touch untouchable hair, and to be able to high five them, or to be able to hug them and approach them doing shootings.

but for you and beomgyu, it wasnt always that simple. time to time, beomgyu wouldnt hesistate to flirt with you or make hugs longer than usual, or maybe even kiss you on the cheek and he would bid goodbye and smile at you, for other idols, it was always just a quick hug, a thank you, a smile and thats it.

you never thought about beomgyu going farther than that though, no matter what he stuck with flirting and kissing you on the cheek. thats how far any idol youve styled gone with you.

miles away you know you could see beomgyu's smile from such a far distance, and you wouldnt think about not smiling back, or not hugging him tightly as much as he does to you.

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it was another episode of TO DO, and you find yourself styling beomgyus hair with his highlights, and you ironed his hair added hairspray, like you always did.

this time, beomgyu didnt hug you or kiss your cheek. he took you to a personal space.

he made sure you had your styling belt off of you, and looked down at you for about 3 times before attacking your lips hungrily and just pinning your hands on the wall.

when he stopped, you internally whined, like you were asking for more. "you looked really good today, so i couldnt help myself any longer." his smile was so light, but had so much to say to you. "my god, did you really come up with a random sentence just to tease me from kissing you?" he giggled, "maybe, maybe not." he teased, before closing the door and locking it, and attacking you again.

this time, it wasnt your lips he went for, it was your neck. his smile growing wider and wider when you released little moans and whines when he bit onto your skin, and pushing the hickies he made with his tongue.

"fuck. beomgyu-" he slid down your wide legged pants, and pulled them down, just to see a cute puddle forming at the center of your panties.

"so wet, so cute for me? aww." he slid down your panties, leaving small, light-feathered kisses on your pussy, making you push his head back farther into your inner legs. "ah ah, just wait baby."

you whined, externally this time. "beomgyu.. need you—" you were took by surprise when he inserted two fingers into you. "fuck, beomgyu.." you bucked your hips upward against the wall, visibly seeing beomgyu smirking while he fastened going in and out of your hole.

"shit shit- beomgyu-" he took you to the couch on the side of the room, taking off your croptop and unbuttoning your bra. "mm, so perky." he licked his lips before sucking on your nipple, recreating figure 8 motions and sucking your nipple.

"ah.. beom- fuck" you arched your back on the couch when he suddenly slid down and sucked on your clit, making sure its swollen and sensitive before rubbing it in circles. "want my dick so bad yeah? so fucking bad hmm? knew this croptop would get me riled up so i coukd fuck you nonstop hmm?" he didnt lie, maybe, or maybe not you purposely wore a croptop today, to impress him. maybe.

"knew- shit. knew you would like it." you replied holding onto his hair, which you just ironed and brushed.

he started to suck on your clit harsher, and going faster and faster at going in and out of your hole, slapping your pussy with his other hand, looking up at you to see how much you were enjoying it.

"so sweet and pretty, wish i could eat you out all day long." luckily you had enough confidence breath to reply. "maybe you could, maybe even all night long." you smirked, knowing how much he liked that by the way he purposefully rubbed his hardened dick on your thigh.

"fuck, are you ready?" you nodded, passing him the condom you had in your bag. "you carry condoms around?" he teased, knowing that made you flustered by the way you turned your face away from him. "happen to predict the future." you giggled.

oh god. he was big. you gulped, trying to swallow your lump in your throat. "can i-" he looked at you, and you looked at the condom. "sure baby." he passed you the condom, looking at you while you slide it down on his cock, even looking up at him with slutty eyes.

"you dont know whats ahead of you love."

it made you feel even more happier, or excited. knowing he was probably going to fuck your brains out. my god, he was so fine.

no warning, no "im going in" he just goes in, slamming himself into you and trying to push you down when you buck your hips up, earning a smirk from beomgyu. "sorry baby, couldnt help it anymore." he says, smirking as he searches for his dick on your stomach, feeling the bulge deep in there.

he took his fingers to your clit, rubbing it. knowing it would stimulate you, he started to go faster. "be quiet for me hmm? i promise ill be really quick. just need to fuck my girl in her place."

"my girl"

that rambled with your head. your his, no one elses. your HIS girl.

"gyu.. im gonna cum-" you were going to cum, and he went even faster. "mhm? wait for me okay? im almost there love." he was lying, he was also about to cum but wanted to fuck you longer.

a few whines there, and a few moans there, he finally let you cum, cumming with you as he interlocked your fingers with his and pressed it down on the pillow beside you.

"we're not done yet, love. we arent done." he says, buckling his belt again and putting his shirt on. you did the same, and dragged him out of the room. "shit, your hair is tangled." you immediately turn to him and fix his hair. "mhm, because the same person that fixes it ruined it too. hmm?" you just hit him on the chest, doing the same process you did earlier to him.

[kennediffed]

No Spoken Word, No Small Command

pairing: ID! Leon S Kennedy x reader

description: One little set of words was enough to change the mind of your older coworker

content: afab reader, older male/younger woman, suggestive content, pet names (princess, babygirl, doll), teasing, Leon calls himself an old fart like one time, not proofread at all with the exception of correcting spelling mistakes

word count: 698

partially inspired by this leon c.ai bot (also this song, but mostly due to the title)

hiii! im back, i kinda took an extended break due to burnout but i should be back to writing now!

AO3 Version!

Masterlist

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"I'm sorry, run that by me again?" the older male sitting across from you nearly choked on his drink as you made your request known to him.

You had just made the ballsiest move in your life by asking your older coworker Leon out on a date. You couldnt help but shift your weight from one foot to the other as you nervously stood there. You cleared your throat before repeating yourself. "I…. I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime?"

He leaned back in his chair before looking at you with those beautiful blue eyes of his. "Babygirl, I think Im a little too old for you" Leon chuckled before taking another sip.

You sighed, you knew that he would answer like that. Considering there was a noticeable age gap between the two of you, you were foolish to think that he would answer any other way other than bringing up the differences in your ages. Not to mention relationships with considerable age gaps are often looked down upon, and theres no doubt your peers at the DSO would have the same opinion if they found out.

"Besides... even though I want you to myself... it wouldnt be fair to anyone else, doll. I bet you got a lot of boys lining up around the block that'll fight for the chance to be with you"

You drummed your fingers against the wooden desk in front of you as you tried to think of a response.

"Well, with all due respect sir, those boys dont know how to treat a lady..." you began, exhaling. "Besides, Mr. Kennedy... we're both adults here, I fail to see what the issue is."

Leon chuckled again, leaning back in his desk chair.

"While you may be right about that, you still got your whole life ahead of you too, princess..." his voice was playful in tone as he took another sip. "you shouldn't waste it on an old fart like myself"

You stepped closer to his desk, leaning over it slightly. "But what if i want to spend it on you?" you asked, feigning innocence. You walked around the desk until you were on the same side that he was on before sitting on the desk and crossing your legs. "Besides, you're not *that* old"

He looked up at you, a smirk threatening to break out on his face. "Dangerous game you're playing here (y/n)." It truly was a dangerous game, and he was losing it.

You tilted his head up. "Come on Leon..." you cooed, "one chance?"

Something inside him snapped right then and there cause he chuckled and looked down at his lap right there and then. "You're tempting me sweet thing" he mumbled, his hands gripping gently onto your waist.

You couldnt help but giggle at his eagerness.

"I thought you were concerned about your job?" you softly spoke once more "why the sudden change of heart, Leon?"

"I can't say no to a pretty thing like yourself." He mumbled, his nose pressed up against your neck. "You dont have any plans for later today, do you?"

You shook your head no. "Unless you count napping at home as plans for later, no... why do you ask?" you hummed.

He chuckled before looking back up at you. "Was wondering if you wanted to go out after you get off your shift... get to know each other a little better..." his tone was laced with slight hunger and desire. He then leaned up into your ear and whispered. "I'll be making sure you can't walk straight when you clock in tomorrow too"

You giggled in response. "how scandalous, i look forward to it" you teased, before looking down into his eyes.

"I get off at 5... see you then?" you softly spoke. 

"You got it sweetheart" he let go of your waist and you started making your way to the door. "Just... dont think about me too much... dont wanna spoil the surprises I have in store."

You gave him a smirk before speaking again. "No promises" you smugly said before leaving the room and going back to work. You couldnt wait until 5 pm.

[thyln4gf]

Ice cold

✞ Your boyfriend finally has enough. Can you handle him while he's this desperate?

✞ Word count - 1,5k

✞ I have synesthesia! But, instead of sharing the usual 5 songs that I associate with this fic... Why not the whole playlist? https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4FX9Tut6F7nOFnDiaTvzTw?si=JgwTGoW7SxaxZvFiPQ817Q / alternatively - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4Mdch3Xq1CsoYGIx4jMBO0?si=EAdvxbsQTlGw4-xX8rCB5Q

✞ Warnings - blood, being aggressive, unprotected sex (wrap the beast before the feast babe).

✞ Vince Dunn x Reader

✞ P.S. This thing was done pretty much for myself, but the fact that @slutforln4 was the one to request the plot pushed me through finishing it - I love you darling. Hope you enjoy<3

Another warning.

Vince receives the news, and groans in annoyance. The mans head just wasnt in the game today - and, perhaps, this time you were at fault - you had made the choice of wearing a pretty short skirt. You wore some black tights underneath as well, yes, but it still left so little to the mans imagination - he had seen all of you before. Enough times to be able to paint you on a canvas, blindfolded. The fact that you were wearing one of his hoodies, and sporting a jersey of his so well did not help.

Vince takes a mental note of the fact that hes just one warning away from being sent out of the rink. He breathes in, and out, trying to calm down the intense wave of arousal that kept washing over him, a new one coming back even stronger than the one before. He just couldnt help but get aroused by the idea of what he would do to you when you finally got home to celebrate - his team was currently ahead, and it did not look like its going to change anytime soon. He couldnt help but keep glancing your way either, almost drooling at the sight of your awfully gorgeous body, which he has been basically worshipping for the past few years.

And thats how he doesnt even notice the puck, flying his way. Right. Towards. His. Face. A teammate of his made a fucky wucky, youd say - he wanted to throw the puck over the border for the fans, but he found himself miscalculating his throw instead - he was throwing the thing from almost all the way acrsoss. Fuck.

It makes contact with his mouth, giving the nose a good taste of the blow as well, and he almost falls over from the surprise. You cant do anything, just watch, your face contorting with worry. You quickly found those feelings starting to melt away, though... Because Vince has looked up now, trying to find the source of... whatever the fuck that was. You cant even notice anything else - the blood gently flowing down his face almost fascinates you, leaving you curious about how his lips would taste right about now. You watch as he makes his way on the ice a little further, leaving a few drops of blood behind him. The sight alone made you ache, and the concern that you felt initially is long forgotten. Everything else goes by in a daze-like state, because all you can focus on is his face, which was getting more and more bloody by the second.

Before you knew it, he was off the ice, and angrily making his way to the locker room. You hesistate for a second or two, but you do end up following him, your eyebrows scrunched up with worry.

You walk into the locker room, and before you could even get a word out... You feel a pair of strong hands grip your waist with force, slamming you against the now closed door, and leaning in to kiss and nibble on your neck.

"You have been testing me today, babe..." Vince murmurs, almost groans into your neck, his hot breath coating it with ease. The metallic scent of blood sneaked up your nostrils, paired with the somewhat sweet notes of sweat. He could be currently found smearing his blood all over your neck, and he didnt even seem to care. You didnt, either. You found it hot, and it somehow powered up your urges even more.

"I have no idea what youre talking about." You answer him with a small smirk, pretending like you didnt put on the skirt on purpose - you had planned this from the very start. However, the smirk quickly gets wiped off as he bites your neck hard - you cant help the moan slipping past your lips.

"Mhmmm." Is his response, as he continues using your neck like his personal canvas. His body presses against yours even harder, only leaving just enough space for his hands to go up underneath your clothes, desperate to feel your body, to knead at your skin. He never wasted time when he was in an explosive mood, and you knew it.

Right as the thought of him finally moving on from your neck appears, he raises his head enough to connect his lips with yours. The contact almost made your stomach drop - it was aggressive, desperate, and fast. It was so him, when you think about it. As much as you loved him being all gentle and sickeningly adorable with you, this was what you secretly craved the most. You just wanted to be roughly handled by him like his personal toy, and get fucked till no coherent thoughts can appear in that pretty head of yours.

And that seemed to be just his plan - you feel him lifting you up, right against the door. You cant help but moan against his mouth, and he does the same - he waited for too long. Too long. He had already managed to change into some sweats before you entered, but no shirt could be seen on his torso yet. His boner presses against you almost instantly, making you chuckle a little, and he only deepens his kisses, making you hiss at the feeling of it. He starts grinding against you subconsciously, desperate to feel you around him.

He quickly realises that he cant undress you, nor him, while you two were in this position. He pulls you away from the door harshly, turning around to place you onto the floor. This man was filled to the brim with anger, and it almost made you pull away. Vince sensed it - he quickly pushed you against the lockers nearby, his lips staying glued to yours the whole time.

You dont know if its him being all over you or the beers you had making you so dizzy, but everything seems to go by in a haze. Before you knew it, he was stood there with no clothes on, your tights ripped open at the crotch. He would usually eat you out to have you cum once or twice, but this time, he was far beyond desperate to wait - he lifts you up against the lockers again, his length slipping all the way in. The first few thrusts are slow, but he quickly loses patience and just starts fucking the ever living shit out of you. The loud moans that belong to both of you echo in the empty room. That, and the wet sounds of your encounter - it was as sweet as the honey in his morning tea.

"You look very pretty while taking me so well, doll." He murmurs as he pulls away to attack your neck, again, his kisses and movements getting sloppier the closer he was getting the both of you to the edge. You find a moment to lick your lips, tasting the still warm liquid on them - it makes you shut your eyes instantly. And no, it wasnt even the fact that he was thrusting up into you harder and faster than he had ever done before - you just never knew just how much you liked blood, and never realised that you have been missing the presence of it in your sexual life. Vince saw you close your eyes. While he normally would have made you look back at him, he just didnt find the strength now - all he could focus on was his orgasm getting closer. You were at this point of the encounter already, your walls starting to squeeze around his cock. That was his final push - his liquid filled you up in an instant, a groan slipping past both of your lips. He could feel your hips shaking slightly, and his own as well - but he wasnt ready to stop just yet. His movements only got slower, enjoying the feeling of your warmth around him. He looks up at you with the familiar look in his eyes - you could recognise the shine anywhere. He leans in to kiss you again. However, this time it was slow, sweet, and loving. The contrast between what was happening just a minute ago and now was making your head spin, again.

Moments like these made you fall in love with him over and over again. He could have had anyone else, but he chose to have you. You had sex pretty often, which could look a little gross from the perspective of someone else - But thats now how you knew him. Thats not how you knew yourself, and you both. You found yourself being grateful for his presence in your life as he kissed you sloppily, a smirk appearing back onto your lips.

"Mine. All mine."

"All yours, doll."

[eclipse-rain]

Fwel Tsaheylu (Broken Bond)

Reader is part of the Sully family

Lo'ak's younger twin and eldest daughter

This is my first post and first time writing one of these so please be nice ♡

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The light of the stars shone down onto pandora far below them. The bioluminecent plants glowed many diffrent colors in the darkness of eclipse. The leaves shiffted, moving lightly with the small wind that blew through them. It blew upwind, a crucial piece of knowledge for any hunter to know. Couldn't have your hunt being able to smell you before you caught it. Any movement out of place would lose you your catch. Stay still, stay quiet, make as little movement as possible when you notch your bow in your arrow. Place the bow, pull back, make sure your in the right position, exhale, keep an eye on your target, aim, release. And try not to miss.

Like i just did.

Startled, the animal quickly ran away from the arrow that shot past it.

"That was so off" i whispered to myself, i was glad none of my siblings were around to make fun of me for missing the most simple shot. I was too caught up in my own thoughts. I came out to hunt at night to clear my head when i couldnt sleep and ended up being caught up enough in my own thoughts that i didnt even hit it at all.

It had become some what of a normality for me at this stage, the sneaking out of the village, sneaking out of my hammock where i would sleep near my family at night. At least i had my own hammock when i used to have to sleep with my parents and siblings. Sometimes i needed more time to myself, to sort through my thoughts without interruption and i couldnt do that while lying still as my family slept around me. My mind was far too active, my guard was still up, my tail still forced to silence at my side instead of being able to freely swish back and forth in annoyance or anger or any other emotion it portrayed that i couldnt show to my family without being questioned a hundred diffrent ways of what was wrong.

They ment well, i know they did but that didnt make it any less hard when they looked at you with pity, with anticipation or knowing. When they looked at you like they could see through your lies and into your soul. See through the barrier you put around yourself, that you used to keep people at a safe distance in hopes that that way it would hurt less if you let them down.

It would hurt less if they never had expectations for you at all in the first place but it was impossible for that to be the case with my family. Even if it wasnt the type of expectation that my eldest brother had to mold himself into or even the expectations that my second brother had tried to fit himself to while following in the footsteps of our eldest brother.

No,no. The expectations set out for me were probably the simplest and yet the most impossible thing for me to do. But i guess thats how everyones problems are. They may not seem like all that big of a deal to another person, mabey that person could even find an easy way through that problem. But your problem is a problem because it is tailored to fit you and only you exactly and that creates the feeling of isolation of lonleyness and despair.

Because then you feel like no one else would be able to understand, no one else would be able to help you through the problem so in the end you have to find the correct path on your own. Even if that means you feel those emotions and many more while you try to claw your way back out of that dark pit and back to the light. The problem with this is that while some can accomplish such a feat, many cannot. Even faced with that realisation many still chose to try, because thats all you can do until you can try no more.

"Ah..."

"I did it again..."

I mentally hit myself for zoning out once again. I figured that with my latest failure it was time to head back. I ran to retrieve my arrow from where it had landed a few meters away. It was in a very small clearing surrounded by trees with just a patch of grass in the center. A sudden memory came flooding back to me and i got sucked into my thoughts once more.

The memory of laughter, of comfort and happiness a memory i cherished and relished in but also with the passing years felt now somewhat bitter. We used to lie in this place, it was the only clearing in the forest where you could see the stars without them being covered by the thick foliage of the canopy of trees up above. Kiri and i used to come here almost every eclipse just before bedtime . We would lie in the grass and look up at the stars, take in their magnificence. Kiri would tell me about how she could feel the nature all around her, feel the life of the forest.

I slowly lowered myself down to the ground and onto my back to relish in the memory, the stars shone down onto the forest far below. And like it always does that memory that i cherish, the bit i can relish in ends and the bitterness comes creeping in. I loved spending that time with Kiri, we were closer to each other than to our older brothers when we were kids since she was the only other girl my age in the family. But the way she could feel the forest, feel it around her, feel its heartbeat and feel eywa, it couldnt help but make me feel like i was diffrent. It made me feel like an out cast, like an alien...like a human. I thought it was unfair and i'll admit i was even somewhat jealous of her connection to eywa. I still am. Even though i know thats something she struggles with and for that i cannot help but hate myself for being such a bad sister and bad person. Mabey i am more human than id like to admit, i heard theyre selfish and only think about themselves.

See i had and still have the complete oposite problem to Kiri. While she feels a great connection to eywa beyond even the normal na'vi peoples understanding, i barely feel a connection to eywa at all. This was something i learned gradually as i grew up, like when Kiri would talk about what she felt or when my parents, siblings and the other na'vi people could talk about what they felt regarding eywa so easily.

As i grew i gradually learned how i was diffrent from the others in my village, even in my own family. Nevermind having Kiris connecrion to eywa, i barely had the connection to be one of the people. Of course since i found this all out as i grew older and became more aware of what that would mean for me, i took precautions, you could say. I reclined back into myself and put up a wall.

And when my parents started to give me those looks of pity, anticipaton or knowing, like they could see into my soul, see that something was bothering me, that something was wrong. I learned to calm the swishing of my angered tail, stiffen the annoyed twitches of my ears, the anxious movements my body made. So that even they would not be able to see past my barrier and into my heart. So that they would not question as to why i was suddenly angry or annoyed or anxious. So that they would not find out the truth, so that they would never think of me as one of those demons, as my mother called them. One of the humans.

Instead of letting the bitterness envelop my heart completely i pulled myself back to reality and back to the stars. The one piece of this world that i truly do feel connected to. That i feel myself always being pulled towards instead of the forest like everyone else. Mabey thats why even after i stopped coming out at eclipse with Kiri to star gaze, hoping to completely close that part of myself off, i still could not help, even now, for my gaze to always seemingly be drawn upwards, towards the stars. Towards the sky.

My heart gradually recovered as it always does and as i always expect it to in the future. But that didnt last long. I brought myself up to rest on my arms so i could get a better look at what i was seeing. As if i couldnt believe my eyes, i stared dumbfounded at what i saw before me. A star that was shinning brighter than all the others.

No, a new star.

And all the na'vi people, even me, know that a new star can only mean one thing.

"Humans...!"

...

A new star ment a new war.

A war my parents hoped would never come. With their hopes dashed, preparations were made. A hunting party. A war party. With our parents leading it. The plan was to ambush a train that was transporting human suplies. My older brothers and i were also going along with them to observe from up above and keep look out.

Its not like we never had drills for the possibility of the humans returning. We were trained to hunt and to fight so that it was burned into our heads and bodies until it had become a reflex. We trained and trained until we went through our own right of passage to earn our place as a hunter and to earn our own ikran which the four of us had already gone through.

My eldest brother Neteyam was taught by our father. He strived to perfect his hunting skills and became a great hunter to the point that he could rival our parents in the near future.

My second brother and older twin Lo'ak followed in the footsteps of our older brother and had our father teach him how to use a bow and hunt. Although his desire to learn faded as quickly as it came in his finding that he was not as great as Neteyam in that area.

Kiri who was only a small bit younger than Lo'ak and i never wanted to become a hunter and join the hunting party and decided to remain at home and become a healer instead. She was taught by our grandmother, our Mothers mother and the former tsahik of our clan, Mo'at. With Grandmother as her mentor, for guidance, Kiri was steadily on her way to becoming a great healer.

Tuk followed lightly in the foot steps of each of us, observing, while trying to figure out what path she would take in the future.

I however always wanted to become a hunter like my older brothers who i admired since i was a kid. I was also the only one in the family who was taught to hunt by our mother. I guess it had something to do with me being the first born girl in the family. But even if i was not a natural at hunting or using a bow like Neteyam, i would not give up as easily as Lo'ak. My flame to learn would not burn out as quickly and was only stoked, sparking a bigger fire under my small wings.

I would practice and practice in secret until my fingers bled and scabbed and calloused over. So that i could make my mother proud when i was the only child she taught in the family. So that even if i wasnt the best, at least i wasnt the worst. So that i was at least average, i was normal. So that i could blend in, so that i didnt look like an outcast or an alien or a human like my mother and all the other Na'vi people hated.

We flew high in the air on our ikrans, weaving in and out of mountain tops and cliffs. Everyone was armed with weapons and donned in war paint. Our parents lead the attack up at the forefront. My father was armed with a gun, my mother with her fathers bow. They hollared and shouted to boost the moral of the others in the party.

My older brothers and i were higher up and more at the back of the party since we were only there to observe and not get in the way.

We came upon an elivated train track and the train carrying the suplies soon came into view at a fast speed. It was flanked with two aircrafts on either side, probably to protect it in case of an attack like what was about to unfold i thought. My father signaled to the war party on the ground and soon after the track right in front of the train exploded. The train was sent flying and broke into multiple sections, turning over in mid air. It exploded with parts flying in every direction.

The war party on the ground cheered in triumph and my father signaled for our party to move in. The three of us circled around the scene from above and i watched as my father took out one of the aircrafts with his gun while my mother took out the other with her bow and arrow. She cried a war call in triumph while raising her arms, bow still in hand, above her head.

The three of us watched as the rest of the people flocked to the wreckage of the train to raid and distribute the gun supplies of the humans. My father stood to the side, still armed, watching over the situation, urging people not to slow their movements.

And suddenly my twin brother had a bright idea.

"Bro, we have got to get down there!" Lo'ak exclaimed

"No way dad would skin us!" Neteyam countered

"Come on dont be a woose" Lo'ak said calmly while veering down towards the wreckage

"Lo'ak get back here you...!" Neteyam called after him before shouting in annoyance

'I bet he was going to say skwang' i thought to myself observing the exchange from the other side of Neteyam.

"Stay here, dont follow us, just do what dad said" he shouted over to me

I didnt get a chance to reply before he dived after Lo'ak.

I was going to do what dad said even with out Neteyam telling me to. I really hate when he orders me around. I know he means well but does he really think id do something dumb in this situation. Im not trying to get myself killed! Although the same cant be said for my twin so i guess i see where he's coming from at least.

I watched them land on the ground while continuing to circle over head and farther forward toward the cliff side. That was until my attention was shifted to my ikran who started to act weird. It was suddenly swaying left and right instead of straight ahead like i was telling it to.

"Steady girl. Woah! Steady!" I called out to it

I started to panic and began to lose control of my ikran even more. We suddenly started to lose momentum and veered towards the ground. I knew it would be bad if i didnt do something now and i would not come out unscathed if i fell from this height all the way down to the ground.

With what control i had left over my ikran i veered it towards the cliff side. It lurched forward and slammed us against the side of the cliff before latching onto it with its talons. I quickly got over the momentary shock of how hard we slammed into the cliff so i could find out what was wrong with my ikran. I knew what danger i was in if i was not able to fly and more human reinforcements came.

I looked my ikran over as best i could. Did it get hit by something and i just didnt know? Was it injured? If not then what was wrong with it? I could not see anything wrong with it externally. Was it something i did? I was about to focus on our tsahaylu to feel what was wrong with my ikran when i heard a call and more shouts from the party down below.

Seeing them, some of them had scared faces while pointing their guns to the sky and others ran in the opposite directions than the guns were pointing. I turned to look back at the gap between the cliff where i was latched onto and the opposite cliff. I was faced with a human aircraft flying into the clearing not far away from where i was placed on the cliff.

"Great Mother" i said under my breath in shock

I heard my father order a retreat, the war party followed the command and started to fall back. Panic arose in me once again, i didnt know if i could properly fly again to get myself away from the danger. I mentally cursed and thought about contacting my father through the communication device around my throat. I hesitated and cringed back into myself as i knew i would be questioned a million diffrent ways as to what i was doing and why i couldnt fly by both of my parents if i let them know about this.

Both my parents also had other priorities as clan leaders and the leaders of this party. I couldnt just have one of them come rescue me because i suddenly couldnt fly my ikran even though it wasnt injured at all, so there was technically nothing wrong with it. I would be made fun of relentelessly by my siblings as well since this was one of the most basic things to do as a hunter and i had already gone through the right of passage of choosing and getting my own ikran. So why would i be having problems now?

Of course i was pretty sure i knew the answer to this but they didnt have to know.

I opted for the quickest course of action since even if i told my father what was happening he would not be able to get to me quick enough when i was all the way at the top of a cliff. And would most likely just tell me to fly away to a safe place, so i planned to do exactly that. I had to get myself out of the way and out of any possibility of danger on my own.

So that i would not hinder my parents or the war party. I didnt know if i could fly properly again but i had to at least try because thats all i really could do in this situation. It was either that or get spotted by the aircraft and get blown to smithereens. And my problems werent bad enough right now for me to want that to happen so i opted to try to fly the f*ck away instead.

This was all decided in a matter of seconds. Afterall flying with your ikran was all about your tsaheylu, your connection to them on a deeper level. No connection, no flying. So thats what i focused on. I first focused on trying to feel what was wrong with my ikran like i was trying to do earlier before the reinforcement airship arrived.

Of course, i was right when i figured i probably knew what was wrong because this wasnt the first time something like this happened.

Although it was the first time it happened in a place where other people and even my family members could see and of course it also had to be when we were all in a dangerous situation.

I mentally cursed and prayed to eywa to be able to keep my tsaheylu connection a little longer. It was fading again, my tsaheylu connection, like it does sometimes randomly and without warning. I still dont know why this happens and it barely ever happened before but in the last few years it has become more frequent.

Its not just my connection to my ikran but the same thing has happened before with our steeds and my connection to eywa has never been that strong in the first place. Its gotten worse as I've grown older but how could i tell anyone about it? I mean really how could i!

I dont have any human attributes like my twin or my adoptive sister, like having four fingers instead of three or having eyebrows when normal na'vi people dont. But iv seen how it affects my siblings. I hear the infrequent murmurs about them being more human than na'vi compared to Neteyam, Tuk and I. I dont think it bothers Kiri all that much but i know its something that Lo'ak struggles with even if he doesnt want to admit it.

But theyre all wrong, the on lookers, the people who murmur those things. Even if thats how they look in apperance, they have never shown any signs of being anything other than true Na'vi people. They have never acted in any way that is unlike the na'vi because its normal for them to act just like the people. While i on the other hand have the exact opposite problem.

I may look like the na'vi people but i could not feel any diffrent on the inside even if i dont want to admit it. I know deep down that i am diffrent, i guess i am like Lo'ak in that sense. We are twins after all, it would be wierd if there werent one or two things about us that were alike. I remember father once said to us when we were kids that twins run in the family, his side of the family, and that he and his twin brother were not that alike either.

I know how much the people and especially my own mother hate humans. And i dont blame them, how could i! Look at what they've done, not even once but now twice. They're demons. Just like my mother said.

And with that thought i tried to force my concentration to my tsaheylu, to my bond with my ikran and through that connection i told my ikran to fly. To fly away, away from the danger, away from the clearing, from the war zone.

I tried, i really tried but it didnt work, like i had expected it not to deep down. Instead now my ikran seemed to be panicking, scared by the loud explosions and cries from below and without instruction or comfort from our tsaheylu.

It was thrashing around as it became increasingly agitated and my panic spiked once more. I froze not knowing what to do, the sounds of the comotion still rang out far below me. My ikran was scaling the side of the cliff going up a bit and then back down, trying to figure out which way to go on its own.

Our tsaheylu was still not working and suddenly my ikran let go of the side of the cliff and took flight of its own accord. It soared up higher in the air and then circled back down closer to the ground and the fight. All the while i was desperately disconnecting and reconnecting the bond to my ikran hoping against hope that it might actually work one of the times it reconnected.

Everyone was occupied enough with the attacks from the new aircraft that they didnt see my not being able to fly my ikran properly which i was somewhat relieved about. But of course my relief didnt last long. As my tsaheylu was disconnected and i was once again trying to reconnect our bond, i was not holding onto my ikran with my hands.

I had only been holding onto it with my legs while trying to form tsaheylu so when one of the na'vi people took down the aircraft and it fell to the groud creating the biggest explosion yet, my ikran flung me right off its back in fright. Thankfully we were lower to the ground than before so i at least wouldnt die on impact.

I vaguely saw my ikrans retreating form fly higher into the sky and away from the explosion seeming to have finally made up its mind to get the f*ck out of here.

'Wow thats a great idea. I wish you would have thought of that before when i was still on your back!' I thought to myself annoyed

I averted my attention to the bigger problem i was now facing as i was free falling to the ground. I reached out to try and grab a piece of the wreckage of one of the train sections as i was falling. I successfully did so, slicing deep gashes into both palms of my hands in the process but lessening the impact of when i hit the ground.

I layed still for a while after, trying to get over the shock of my fall.

But i knew i could not waste anymore time. I remembered back to something my father made sure to always remind me of. So that it would be ingrained into my mind. So that if i chose to follow in his and my mothers footsteps and become a hunter in the future like my brothers would, even when i was in crisis i would not forget his words.

'You cant hesitate! Because a split second is all it can take to mean the diffrence between life and death. Weather you live or die.'

When i was a kid i thought dad had learned that when he became Toruk Macto and fought in the war against the humans but father said it was something he learned when he was a marine. A warrior of Earth. The humans planet. The place he came from and was born and raised.

And so with that in mind i blocked out the slight ringing in my ears and the streaks of white fading in and out of my vision. I heaved myself into a sitting position before pushing myself to my feet. Ignoring the sting in my bloodied palms and my bruised back. My adrenalin kicking in and putting my body in survival mode.

"I have to try and find cover" i whispered under my breath

'If more human reinforcemnts come and i cant fly away or run away i should at least find somewhere to hide myself. At least that way i will be more protected than if i was out in the open' i thought to myself

I looked around for a split second before deciding on crouching behind a big piece of wreakage that was just a little ways off to my right. I grabbed a bloodstained bow i found inbetween small pieces of the wreakage and a single arrow that was stuck in the ground on my way.

Armed and hidden, crouched behind the wreackage i didnt have time to think any farther ahead before I heard my fathers voice come over the device around my throat.

"Y/n where are you? Are you okay?"

My head finally cleared from the slight ringing in my ears and the streaks of white in my vision as i heard the sound of my fathers voice.

"Y/n respond!" Jake urged with a more forceful tone to his voice

I took a moment to gather myself before i brought my hand up to my neck to respond.

"Yeah, im here. Im fine" i said in as calm a voice as i could manage at the time

"Well where are you then? I dont see you up above. Are you heading back home with the others?" He asked more calmly this time

I didnt know how to respond to that. Mostly because i was embarrased to be in the situation i was in when it never should have happened in the first place. Because i knew better than to do something dumb in the middle of a battle and just couldnt control my ikran, but how could i tell him that? The other part was that i didnt really know where i actually was on the battlefield to tell him my location.

When i didnt respond i heard him call my name again and was startled back to reality by the sound of his voice.

"Y/n, where are you right now" he said with a little more urgency to his voice

I heard who i assumed to be Neteyam in the background of my fathers end mutter something along the lines of "Im sorry, sir".

I slowly raised myself up from my hiding spot to look around to see if i could see any landmarks that stuck out to me that i could possibly relay to my father for him to be able to find me. Thats when i heard that familiar call.

"Its alright i can see mom" i relayed to him

I saw my mother flying on her own ikran around the battlefield. She had probably also noticed her childrens absences and went to search herself.

"Good. Signal to her and ride with her back home" Jake commanded

And i ended up doing just that.

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

how did it take me so long to start calling myself aromantic/arospec. like now that ive actually started using the term for myself its so crazy to me that i wasnt using this term since the first time i heard about it. i literally remember like almost a year ago being like "i wish i could just call myself aromantic itd just be a way easier way to explain to people the sort of relationships i want since im interested in sex and really close friendships but not really interested in traditional romantic relationships right now" like my brother you CAN?? jesus fuck. like this thought came aftera series of relationships where i would tell my friends that i had a crush on someone, then the relationship progressed in someway, then i got the sense that the person i was interested in had romantic feelings for me and id get this weird horrible feeling and would run away. and i was literally like "what is this whats going on". i was like woah this must be like.... commitment issues or something. like i was going around telling people that. i was getting over commitment issues that were surely temporary. but they werent asking me to commit to anything they just had feelings for me that i couldnt reciprocate bcz i was just attracted to them and wanted to me friends with them and i thought thats what romantic attraction was. i literally remember telling someone abt someone i liked an they were like "why dont u ask them out?" an my answer was just that i was trying to find reasons not to and i couldnt. cuz i was attracted to them and liked spending time with them and liked being their friend but i was so so happy not being in a romantic relationship anymore and i couldnt shake the feeling that if i got into another one even with the perfect person it was literally gonna ruin my life and i would have to pretend to have feelings that i didnt have.

idk im frustrated that i hadnt considered it sooner but its also kinda exciting to discover something abt urself an ur sexuality. like this label brings me the same joy that other labels that ive discovered fit me do like i feel like how i felt when i came to terms w being trans an being bisexual. i feel like im 13 again finding trans and bisexual youtubers and being like "??? there are others?" like ppl dont talk abut it as much w being aro and ace bcz those are defined by the absence of a feeling rather than the presence of one but it really can be just as exciting to find out that you're aro or ace as it can be to discover that you're a lesbian or gay or transgender or something.

like not to be cheesy but discovering that i could just. have friends and also have sex made everything kinda click in my head for me. like literally i felt like a more complete person. experiencing that and realizing like. oh. this is amazing this is literally all i want like nothing is missing. i literally just dont have to do romance stuff like no ones making me do that why did i think i have to do that. like oh my god this is such a good feeling i really can do whatever i want forever.

this post doesnt rly have a point exactly i just kinda have a lot of feelings to get out. i love you aromantic ppl i love being aromantic it fucking rules actually. every aromantic person whos posted abt their experience an helped me get comfortable w the label i owe u a hundred billion dollars jesus christ i love you guys

[1104-am]

ningning | drunk

genre ; angst

pairings ; ningning x gn!reader

note ; this one is very rushed!

word count ; 2.5k+

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the clock struck midnight, casting a lonely shadow over the dimly lit room. it was a weekend night, and the world outside seemed to be having a blast. lost in the solitude, you found yourself immersed in the glow of your phone's screen, staring at a message that was sent by ningning—your ex, a few days ago.

ning yizhuo

sorry, was drunk.

2:34a.m

whatever you hear from those calls, they mean nothing. i was drunk, you know how i am when i drink.

2:36a.m

your heart felt heavy with longing, and your mind became entangled in a whirlwind of thoughts. the loneliness of the weekend night amplified the ache within your soul, reminding you of the void that had been left in the wake of your separation.

the soft glow of your phone illuminated your face as you gazed at ningning's message. you wanted to hear her voice again, telling you how much she misses you and how much she loves you. let it be a lie, you just wanted to hear her say the things you couldnt hear from her when the both of you were together, even if it was under the influence of alcohol.

in the quiet of the night, you found yourself longing for another drunk call from ningning. it was a desire, craving a connection that seemed destined for entanglement. your heart held onto the fragments of memories, perhaps believing that within the haze of intoxication, hidden truths and unspoken desires would surface.

with a deep breath, you gently set your phone aside, allowing the message to hang in the air, unanswered. you knew the importance of healing and finding your own path forward, but you just wanted to live in this bubble of you and ningning for a while.

a weeks had passed since the first call, and each weekend brought a familiar routine. as the night deepened, so did ningning's calls, saturated with the lingering scent of alcohol and the weight of regret.

in an instant, you were transported back to the first of many late-night conversations. the memories played before your eyes like a silent film, flickering with a mix of happiness and pain.

ningning's voice trembled through the phone, her words slurred yet laden with vulnerability. "i miss us, you know? i miss what we had. i'm sorry, so sorry for everything." the echoes of her regret resonated in the quiet room, intertwining with the raw emotions that still lingered within you.

the flashback dissolved, and reality melded with the present. lost in your thoughts, your mind couldn’t register the familiar ringtone of your phone ringing through you ears. it was her, it was ningning. with a heavy yet longing heart, you swiped to answer her call.

“y/n..”

ningning's voice crackled through the phone, breaking the silence of the room. the sound of her familiar tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but hold your breath, waiting to hear what she had to say.

"are you there" her voice quivered with a mix of nervousness and longing. "i hope you're there”

“have you eaten?” she asked, hint of curiosity lingered in the air. you simple hummed in response.

“sorry, i... i couldn't stop myself from calling you. i know i've said this before, but i can't help but miss you. it's like this void in my chest that won't go away."

you remained silent, allowing her to pour her heart out, to let the words flow freely without interruption. it was a strange mix of emotions within you—part of you wanted to hang up, to distance yourself from the pain, but another part longed to hear her voice, to hear her confess her regrets.

"i've been thinking a lot about us lately," ningning continued, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "about the way we used to laugh together, the late-night conversations that lasted for hours. remember those? they were the best times of my life, and i threw it all away."

as she spoke, memories flooded your mind—those stolen moments of joy, the loud shared laughter which made you receive scolding from the leader of aespa, and the intimate conversations that once defined your relationship. it was both comforting and painful to relive those moments in your mind, to remember what was lost.

"i want you to know that i regret everything i did," she confessed, her voice filled with remorse. "every hurtful word, every mistake. it haunts me, you know? i can't escape the guilt. i wish i could turn back time and make things right."

her words echoed in the stillness of the room, and you couldn't help but feel a tinge of sympathy. it was evident that she carried the weight of her actions, the burden of her choices. a part of you wanted to forgive her, to give her a chance at redemption, but another part held onto the pain and questioned whether trust could be rebuilt.

"i've been drowning in memories of us, of what we had," ningning continued, her voice filled with longing. "i miss your touch, the warmth of your embrace. i miss the way you made me feel safe, loved. it's like a constant ache, this longing for what we lost."

her vulnerability was palpable, seeping through the phone line and into your heart. the raw honesty of her confession tugged at your emotions, threatening to break down the walls you had built to protect yourself. but amidst the longing, a seed of caution sprouted within you, reminding you of the pain you had endured.

"and i'm sorry," ningning's voice softened, her regret cutting through the air. "i'm sorry for breaking your trust, for pushing you away. i was foolish, scared. i didn't know how to handle my own emotions, and i took it out on you. it's my biggest regret, and i can't find peace until i've apologized."

her apology hung in the air, heavy with sincerity. it was a moment you had yearned for, a moment where she acknowledged her faults and expressed genuine remorse. but as you listened, a mix of emotions flooded your being—love, anger, sadness, and confusion.

"i've been going through a lot of changes lately," she continued, her voice filled with a hint of hope. "soul-searching, you could say. trying to become a better version of myself. but it's hard, you know? it's hard when i still carry this love for you, this hope that maybe, just maybe, we can find our way back to each other."

ningning's words stirred conflicting emotions within you. could it be possible? could you find a way to reconcile, to rebuild what was broken? the allure of what once was, the love that still lingered, tugged at your heartstrings, urging you to consider the possibility of a second chance.

"i don't expect you to forgive me right away, or at all," she admitted, her voice laced with vulnerability. "i don't even know if i deserve it. but i needed to let you know how i feel, how much you mean to me. you're the one who got away, the one i let slip through my fingers."

her words echoed through the depths of your soul, and you found yourself grappling with a flood of emotions. the decision weighed heavily upon you—whether to open yourself up to the possibility of forgiveness and reconciliation or to guard your heart and protect yourself from further pain.

"i don't expect a response, and i understand if you need your space," ningning's voice trembled, her vulnerability laid bare. "just... please, remember that i love you. i always have, and a part of me always will. you were my anchor, and losing you was the hardest thing i've ever had to endure. goodbye..."

there was a long pause, the silence stretching between you like an unspoken question. the weight of her words hung in the air, and you knew that this moment would shape the path forward. with a mixture of trepidation and resolve, you whispered softly, "goodbye, ningning," and ended the call.

as you hung up the call, a mix of emotions washed over you, leaving you feeling emotionally drained. you let out a deep sigh and set your phone down, staring up at the ceiling in the dimly lit room. the weight of the conversation hung heavily in the air, as if it had seeped into the very fibers of the space around you. this call wasn’t like her other drunk calls, no drunk giggles, no small jokes, only emotions and regrets.

the words from ningning's heartfelt confession echoed in your mind, creating a cacophony of thoughts and emotions. it was as if her voice had left an indelible mark, imprinting itself onto your soul.

the room remained still, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner. you gazed at the ceiling, seeking solace in its neutral expanse, as if it held the answers to the questions swirling within your mind.

and all you could think about right now is to talk to your best friend, who is a member the groip your ex is in. you pulled out your phone and composed a text to giselle, feeling the need to confide in her about the recent encounters with the maknae of her group. you fingers tapped the screen, sending the message that would set the wheels in motion for a much-needed conversation.

you

aeri?

can we meet up? there’s something important i’d like to talk to you about.

4:45a.m

a few days later, you found yourself seated at a cozy corner table in a nearby cafe, awaiting giselle's arrival. the pleasant aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as you observed the bustling activity around you.

finally, giselle walked through the door, her familiar smile lighting up the room. she spotted you and made her way over, greeting you with a warm hug. the tension that had been building within you slowly dissipated as the comfort of her presence enveloped you.

as you settled into the conversation, the initial exchange was light-hearted, filled with laughter and shared memories.

“and you’re still with that same hoodie of yours” you teased as you noticed the same chrome hearts jacket that was wrapped around her body. making gisellle laugh as she counters you back with another diss.

jokes were exchanged, reminiscing about the good times you had all shared together. It was a moment of respite from the weighty matters that hung over your head.

in between sips of coffee, you found a brief pause in the banter, taking a deep breath before speaking up.

“aeri, i wanted to talk to you about ningning," you began cautiously. giselle shot you a look of comfort, encouraging you that it’s okay for you to bring up and talk about whatever that is bothering you.

"recently, she's been calling me, drunk and saying all of these things that she regrets."

as you looked up from your cup of coffee, you were met with giselle’s confused gaze, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "what do you mean?" she asked, her concern evident in her voice.

you took a deep breath, realizing the weight of your words. "i’ve been receiving drunk calls from ningning, where she confesses her regrets and expresses how much she misses our relationship. it's been happening almost every night. it’s concerning honestly, how much is she drinking.."

giselle's eyes widened, and she sat back in her chair, clearly taken aback. "that's strange, y/n" she responded, her voice tinged with disbelief. "ningning hasn't been drinking for more than a month."

a wave of shock washed over you as the realization hit you like a tidal wave. the puzzle pieces began to fit together, and you realized that all this while, ningning hadn't been drunk at all. She had used her supposed inebriation as an excuse to reach out to you, to pour out her emotions.

the gravity of the situation sank in as you processed the truth. the thought of ningning deliberately reaching out to you, feigning drunkenness, filled you with a mixture of emotions—confusion, hurt, and a touch of anger.

giselle's gaze held empathy as she reached across the table, gently placing her hand on yours. "i'm sorry you had to go through that," she said softly. "it seems like ningning has been struggling to express her feelings and has chosen this way to reach out to you."

giselle's smile faded, and she leaned in, her voice filled with concern. "i’m sorry, that must've bothered you," she said, her eyes searching yours.

you shook your head gently, a sense of compassion for ningning welling up within you. "not that i don't mind, but," you replied softly. "i’m more worried about her, about how this breakup is taking a toll on her."

as the words left your lips, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. the desperation in ningning's actions weighed heavily on your heart. it was difficult to witness someone you once cared deeply for in such a vulnerable state, reaching out in what seemed like a desperate attempt to bridge the distance that had grown between you.

giselle's gaze softened, her empathy shining through. "i understand," she said gently. "it's never easy to see someone you care about hurting. but remember, you're not responsible for her choices or her healing. your concern is valid, but it's important to prioritize your own well-being too, y/n"

her words resonated, reminding you of the delicate balance between compassion for ningning and self-care. it was a reminder that you couldn't bear the weight of ningning's desperation alone, that ultimately she had to find her own path to healing.

“you had always been the understanding one in the relationship y/n, be selfish for once and take care of your heart. please?” giselle’s voice was laced with concern as she looks at you, worried.

ad you sat in the café, sipping on your coffee, a mix of emotions swirled within you. there was a part of you that felt a sense of guilt, as if you were somehow complicit in ningning's desperation. but another part of you recognized the importance of establishing healthy boundaries and allowing each person to take responsibility for their own healing.

the sun slowly setting down as you bid goodbye to giselle, leaving the café, a bittersweet ache lingered within you. the concern for ningning remained, and you couldn't help but hope that she would find the strength to heal and grow, to find happiness in her own journey.

you fished for your phone from your pocket, as you look for ningning’s number. your thimb hovered over her contact name, you bit your lips in contemplation before pressing a certain button.

Block this number?

Number has been blocked.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for leaving a voice chat without telling my friends why

(were all adults)

recently me and a few friends started voice chatting every day in the evening, but ive noticed my mood dipping a lot at those times lately. today was another low point. we didnt have anything to do, so one of my friends (L) suggested watching a new show together, but i didnt really feel like watching it yet and the other friend in the vc at the time (K) didnt really reply. So we ended up playing a game together instead, and i got annoyed at something small so i told them id be gone for a moment to listen to loud music (since that usually helps me calm down/distract my brain from whatever got me feeling weird before). When i came back to the vc, I tried telling them why i got in a bad mood but they kinda brushed it off and i didnt feel like they were taking me seriously at all.

we kept playing for a bit but then i asked L to start a new topic so i could distract myself from bad thoughts and they suggested the show again, which i denied bc i really wasnt in the mood to watch it at that time. Then L started talking about how im often the one to suggest watching stuff together and they always say yes, but im never in the mood to watch anything they suggest. i started feeling even worse and asked if we can watch it together another time bc i really wasnt feeling it at the moment (i was also starting to cry but i dont think they noticed). L said that im always saying no or pushing stuff they suggest to another day and how a few years ago when we were both still in puberty i often suggested stuff and was 'always immediately in a bad mood' when they said no.

all of that wasnt helping my brain at that moment at all so i tried a few more times to kind of explain my pov and asked if we can watch it another time but they kept going on about how im 'always like that'. i was kind of spiraling the whole time and at some point i couldnt hold my thoughts back anymore and yelled back at L and told them that 'its really great to hear that weve been friends for years but this one thing i do was and is always annoying to you and you hate that i am like that and you hate everything i do and you hate me anyway' and stormed out of my room while knocking a lot of stuff over.

when i had calmed down a bit and could actually think properly again i was lying in the dark on my kitchen floor and after some minutes i got myself to get up, go back to my pc and turn if off (i had knocked down a monitor and some other stuff during my emotional reaction/escape before).

but when i did, i saw that my other screen showed me as still in the game, so i was probably still in the vc too while i was gone until i came back to turn off my pc, which probably means that after i left they tried to explain themselves and took me not replying as being bitchy or hurt about it until i turned the pc off (and left the vc), but i cant know for sure. Right now, K and L are still in the vc doing other stuff together but i dont feel well enough to message either of them or rejoin or do anything about it yet, my mind is kind of just blank.

but the tiny part of me that has the ability to think right now feels really bad about overreacting again and assuming that they hate me and just leaving without giving them the chance to explain themselves and then just turning off the pc without telling them anything. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[goodqueenaly]

I fell into a rabbit hole of your metas and it's great stuff! But while reading your bits over the Southern Bloc I couldnt help notice something. In Dance(ithink) Barbrey Dustin speaks to Theon about her distrusts for the maesters and insuates that Rickard's Southron ambitions were groomed by the maester of that time. I doubt that GRRM wrote that for no reason, and in the your work I don't see any mention of the Maesters 1/2

(tbh I really wouldn't be surprised if we don't get to see anything substantial on the Maester conspiracy because of time and pacing in two books thanks to GrRm great scheduling bbtp) but do you think the Maesters have any important part on the Southron Bloc plans? Because if so, what would have been their greater goal?

P.S. and another thing! Rickard Starks ambition level is unusual in most of the historical Starks throughout the Targaryen dynasty. Two sons and a daughter connected to land beyond the Neck? I know you mentioned why Rickard would benefit from these relationships, but why did he think of this in The first place? Why did he think it was better to go against the Targaryens when they hadn't bothered with the North much at that point?

P.S. pt2: I really think it was the Maesters that low-key were pushing, for something, and they really needed to cinch Rickard in. Except that Dragons and magic no longer seem to exist, so why continue to erode the Targaryens away(their anti Martell agenda checks out, at least) even if Aegon IV had done what he wanted to do it's not like the Maesters would suffer or benefit either? Sorry, I accidently put myself in the rabbit hole. It's dark here. Bye

The short answer is that I really don't believe in any maester conspiracy explanation for the (as yet theorized) southron ambitions power bloc. I think that there are (again, potential) explanations for why Rickard Stark (and, by extension, Jon Arryn and Hoster Tully) acted as they did which are not dependent on, or even really explained by, a united conspiracy of maesters puppeteering various paramount lords. I am not saying there has never been any greater schemes among maesters ever, only that I believe this specific group of marital and fostering alliances was the product of the aristocratic men involved rather than their maesters.

Number one, I think Barbrey Dustin's comments regarding maesters should be taken with a heavy grain of salt. I don't mean that Barbrey is stupid, far from it, but rather that Barbrey is a woman with very specific grievances and very specific sources of blame for those grievances. Because Barbrey believes that she loved Brandon and that Brandon loved her, she needs a way to explain the failure of her romantic desires that does not blame either herself or Rickard and Brandon Stark (since, after all, Barbrey's goal was to become a Stark herself). This is, after all, the same Barbrey who asserts that Brandon never wanted to marry Catelyn, despite the fact that Brandon fought a duel with (and nearly killed) the person who challenged him for Catelyn's hand and explicitly affirmed his commitment to Catelyn, to Catelyn, before he left for King's Landing. Accordingly, villainizing Rickard's old maester (who was both a foreigner - that is, not a northerner - and a bastard, with all the accompanying prejudice there) and Catelyn Tully (another foreigner to the North) allows Barbrey to create a narrative in which she, Brandon, and Rickard did no wrong and naturally (to her) untrustworthy people can serve as scapegoats instead. Barbrey is a smart and canny woman, but she is as much subject to bias and prejudice as any other character, and given those very apparent biases I am reluctant to simply accept what Barbrey says about maesters as true.

Now, could there be a secondary reason the author included this perspective from Barbrey? Just as the story Godric Borrell tells of the fisherman's daughter and the story Edric Dayne tells of Wylla the wet nurse are both (almost certainly) objectively wrong accounts which nevertheless support the true proposition that there is a greater mystery to be revealed about Jon Snow's mother, so perhaps Barbrey Dustin's antipathy toward maesters is wrongly justified but intended to catch readers' attention to a more general point. Perhaps the author wants to suggest here that there is something a bit underhanded happening with some maesters, just not politically - that is, that individual historical maesters probably helped finish off the Targaryen dragons, and that few modern maesters recognize the potency (and danger) of magic (an attitude which will be immediately, and fatally, undone when Euron shows up to take over Oldtown).

I think it is also important to contextualize Rickard in his time and place. Certainly, it was the case that few (although some) Starks had married outside the North, at least so far as we have the Stark family tree - which, by the way, was as much true for a family like the Lannisters (whose marriages from Damon Lannister through the present day were almost exclusively with other Westerlands Houses), and probably as much true for families like the Tullys and Arryns as well - but it was also very unusual, indeed virtually unique, for all the senior commanders of Westeros to meet in a single space to war against a foreign invading army, which is exactly what happened during the War of the Ninepenny Kings - a war in which RIckard almost certainly served as Warden of the North. This was the perfect opportunity for Rickard to meet his fellow Warden Jon Arryn, as well as senior Riverlands commanders Hoster and Brynden Tully - and if they may not have finalized their entire geopolitical strategy and ambition in that moment (which would have been impossible to do anyway, given that Robert Baratheon, the Stark boys, and the Tully girls did not then exist), they certainly had the chance to discuss their opinions on the current state of the kingdom and build the foundations of their allegiance and mutual regard for one another.

And indeed, it's specifically not the case that the Targaryens "hadn't really bothered with the North much at that point" - quite the opposite, I think Targaryen action and inaction toward the North may have been a major source of grievance that motivated Rickard's participation in this alliance bloc. Remember that when the North needed help during the reign of Aerys I - when Dagon Greyjoy decided to make the west coast of Westeros his playground for pillaging and reaving - the Iron Throne specifically, consciously did nothing. That purposeful inaction directly betrayed part of the feudal promise enshrined when the Targaryen kingdom was formed: in return for the homage and and military service promised by the Iron Throne’s vassals, the Iron Throne agreed to protect those vassal families when they could not protect themselves - when, in fact, the realm itself was threatened. If the Iron Throne had probably (through Maekar) eventually intervened to solve the Dagon problem, Rickard’s great-grandfather Beron and his sons had learned the hard way that the Iron Throne’s commitment to its protective obligations was at best dependent on the personality of the monarch on the throne (and/or the monarch’s chief advisor). That’s not a lesson that I think Rickard - who was ruling barely half a century later - would necessarily have forgotten, or not considered in his political decisions and ambitions. If the Iron Throne ignored its individual vassals' plight without compunction, perhaps the way to make the dynasty listen - to ensure the Dagon problem could not happen again, in other words - was to unite as a bloc with other great Houses, the better to force the dynasty's notice.

Nor might the Starks have appreciated the opposite end of the Targaryens’ exercise of royal power - that is, under Aegon V, whose stated goal as king was to curtail lordly power by "grant[ing] rights and protections to the commons that they had never known before". It is unclear as yet how the Starks felt about Aegon V's program of reforms, yet it is certainly the case that unidentified other lords deeply resented the king's actions, even going so far as to describe him as "a bloodyhanded tyrant intent on depriving us of our gods-given rights and liberties". Indeed, this had not been the first time the Targaryens had intervened in the North to remove traditional privileges of the Starks and their vassals, since under Jaehaerys I the crown had both forced Winterfell to donate lands of its vassals to the Night's Watch and removed the right to the first night (across the continent, to be sure, but even Barth specifically noted at the time that "some lords [would] surely grumble at this [i.e. the end to the first night], especially in the North"); moreover, at least the first of those royal decisions seems to have caused deep resentment among some of the Starks. It's possible, therefore, that Rickard (who may have come into his lordship toward the end of Aegon's reign) agreed that the crown could not simply (metaphorically speaking) stomp into the North and start making demands on those rights which Aegon I had long ago promised to protect.

All of this, I think, may have culminated in an expression of frustration when the various Westerosi commanders met during the War of the Ninepenny Kings. If the Iron Throne had failed to uphold its end of the feudal bargain, in the eyes of these lords, it was now nevertheless demanding that its vassals still provide theirs - fighting for the crown at the summons of the king, to keep the king on the Iron Throne against the ambitions of a foreign challenger. For the first time, the Targaryen dynasty had left a major war entirely to the execution of its vassals, expecting that those families whose ancestors had bent the knee to the Targaryens would lead the charge against the Blackfyre forces (while the sickly king retired in the capital and his young heir served as a mere squire). Why, men like Rickard, Jon, Hoster, and Brynden might have wondered, were they giving their blood and sweat - and the blood and sweat of their vassals in turn - for a dynasty which had decided that the feudal bargain meant little or nothing when it came to the Targaryens' responsibilities? If once the answer had been dragons, that answer was no longer true over a century after the death of the last dragon; I think the Starks, Tullys, and Arryns may have realized that, with the balance of power irrevocably (or so they thought) shifted, now was the time to ally together, the better to rewrite the feudal playbook in a way which better recognized their power and authority.

Conversely, and to the point you made, I do not see any reason why the maesters (assuming all maesters would even act for a single purpose, which I think is simply wrong) would have any desire to encourage these specific marriage and fostering arrangements. Even if we start with the idea that "the Maesters ... were pushing, pushing, for something, and they really needed to cinch Rickard in", what exactly was the end goal here? As you yourself note, it could not have been the extinction of the dragons (which had not existed for almost 150 years by this point), and there seems to have been no animosity on a political level between the Citadel and the Targaryen dynasty, certainly not by this time (indeed, the Citadel's representative enjoyed a place at the right hand of the monarch, as Grand Maester).

[nixcwen]

➳ rain encounter | kuroo tetsuro

request by anon: Hi, can I request a kuroo x reader, where its raining and she forgot her umbrella, luckily kuroo has an umbrella and offers to walk her home? P.S.- I like your works and the title (is it called that?) of your blog -soft, sweet,serene scenarios- perfectly describes your fics, couldnt have put it better myself. 😊

While the clouds cover the sun, droplets fall to the ground with a little tap, fortunately meek. It was just a drizzle but it doesn’t mean you won’t get wet. After all, when you need your umbrella the most- it’s exactly when you forgot to bring it.

It has been a good few minutes of contemplation, patience, and imagination. Still, the stubborn drizzle refused to go away. As for your imagination, well, none of those who passed by you offered to share their umbrella. They were either people you don’t know or someone with another one.

You held out your hand out of the roof, feeling the continuous tap tap tap, releasing a long sigh after. Oh, well. You thought. Might as well enjoy it.

And so you took a step and looked up at the sky before closing your eyes. The tap you felt in your hands earlier slowly spread into your face. It dropped on your forehead, chin, ‘till your cheek. Then there was none. Confused, you opened your eyes.

“You looked breathtaking under the rain but I thought you might get sick-“ he brought out his handkerchief, handing it to you- “forgot to bring your umbrella?”

You closed and opened your eyes, taken aback by the sudden appearance of your classmate, seatmate, and crush named Kuroo. He was seen as the playful volleyball captain, especially around his team. However, your heart can’t help its beat when he had always been the gentle, thoughtful, and cute seatmate for you. Even more so at this very moment.

“I- yes, I forgot to bring it with me,” you answered, eyes on the handkerchief with eagerness and shyness tearing your mind apart—in the end—he removed the droplets himself and despite the nonchalant face he has on, you were able to notice the tremor of his hands as he gently pats your face.

When he kept the handkerchief back in his pocket, an awkward smile escaped his lips. “Well, I can walk you home- if you’re alright with me, of course.”

"Of course, I am! But would you really walk me home? I mean, wouldn't you be disturbed? You may have some other things to do or maybe my home is far from yours? I don't want to be a nuisance, I can walk by myself, please don't feel obliged or anything, it's just a little rain."

All the while mumbling, your seatmate only has this soft look covering his features. Eyes, although tired, seemed to glimmer. Lips, devoid of teasing smirks and remarks, were replaced by a gentle lift on its corners. His hair, usually notable for its similarity with a rooster's head, was slightly down due to its dampness both from his rigorous practice or the rain, you'd love to know.

With his lighthearted chuckle, you were brought back to reality.

"To reassure you, I won't be disturbed. And, to solve your dilemma, I have more time now that practice is over earlier than usual. I don't mind taking a walk for a mile or two. Come on, let's go?"

"Alright then. Thank you, Kuroo-san!"

As you walk towards your home, it wasn’t a silent and uncomfortable atmosphere that surrounded you both, it was a rather comforting and calm conversation. One that envelopes your heart in warmth, it feels almost as if little butterflies were fluttering their wings inside your ribcage.

“How about we ditch the formalities? You know- we’re the same age, we’ve been seatmates for quite a while now, and we’re even sharing an umbrella as of the moment.”

From tight thinking lips, you decided, “I’ll try. Then let me start with, I guess, calling you Tetsuroo?”

A smile easily escaped his lips.

“That’s better,” Kuroo hummed in thought, “Then, let me call you Y/N."

You nodded with a sheepish smile on your lips.

"By the way, ever heard of what they do to a dead scientist? Hmm… no? It’s actually simple, they barium."

It was hard to keep the chuckle to yourself—not that his joke was hilarious—but it was his attempt of making you smile that you were really fond of.

"Ha! You laughed, I heard that! We're now officially friends, ‘kay?"

"We'll, I-I'm glad," a chuckle erupted from your lips yet again, "so was that some sort of initiation, huh?"

"Yes, it is."

A satisfied smile covered Kuroo's face. Meanwhile, you mindlessly asked.

"How come we never talked like this before?"

There was no sign of stopping. The rain didn't falter for a second. Yet, the sun persisted and displayed itself above the horizon. There was a cold breeze. Yet, warmth seeped into your skin. You heard his answer.

"Cause you never looked my way before."

Appalled by his claim, you replied so fast, slipping in the process.

"Excuse me- what do you mean? When did I ever tear my gaze away from you? I've always looked your way!"

Kuroo stopped in his tracks. You too stopped for a second. However, with the realization that your mouth has betrayed you, you walked with a speed synonymous with one in a marathon.

Let the rain be damned.

Only a person with no shame would confess the first time they had a real conversation with their crush!

"Hey, Y/N, slow down! You'll get sick with what you're doing. Worse, injured. Wait for me, will you?"

"How? I just... I just humiliated myself! AHHH!"

"Give me the chance to join you then!" You stood a few feet away, body turned opposite from Kuroo. The liquid started to soak your clothes. Seconds pass by until there was the familiar physique beside you. He placed the umbrella over your head, shielding you from the rain. "I liked you so much my heart thrums against my chest just by looking at you. Even right now, at this moment, I keep suppressing myself. Will you allow me to express this?"

You looked him in the eye once again. You nodded. A little smile graced your lips.

"If you say so. I will."

His face slowly inched towards you—rain in the backdrop—until you closed your eyes and felt the softness of his lips.

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